In the summer of 2003, while at work (the paying job), Jeff Anderson, of The Denim Dirt Farmers, wrote a song a day for fourteen weeks. These are the results. It is up to you to decide if he was successful or not...This box set contains 5 CDs of all new Dirt Farmers' songs plus a downloadable lyric booklet CD. A total of 6 CDs for an amazingly low price!!!!"Jethro Jones" featuring vocalist Steve ViceThese are the last days of Jethro JonesBefore he's laid down and turns to bonesBefore his bones turn to dustAnd his coffin hinges rot with rustJethro woke wide-eyed like the day beforeNone the wiser; richer or poorerHe went to the diner down the wayAte his breakfast there everydayHe ate the usual eggs with white bread toastNever ordered the special like most folksDrank a cup of coffee without sugar or creamAn ordinary man or so it would seemThese are the last days of Jethro JonesBefore he's laid down and turns to bonesBefore his bones turn to dustAnd his coffin hinges rot with rustThat afternoon was like any otherThough a storm was rollin in and the sun cloud coveredA whoosh of wind something was on the brewSuddenly the clouds parted and the sun shone throughEight hours of meaningless mindless workJethro was a no account accounting clerkNumbers and figures nearly always the sameThe only thing different was the amount of the changeThese are the last days of Jethro JonesBefore he's laid down and turns to bonesBefore his bones turn to dustAnd his coffin hinges rot with rustHe was sittin in a bar that Saturday nightNot particularly looking for a fightHe walked out the door at eleven o'clockJust as Sam Style's gun was cockedHe got home never to know what had happenedAt the saloon but soon took a nap andNever did wake from his sleepDied right in the middle of an exciting dreamThese are the last days of Jethro JonesBefore he's laid down and turns to bonesBefore his bones turn to dustAnd his coffin hinges rot with rust"A Dry Martini (To Whet My Whistle)" instrumental"A Drop in the Bucket"Summers been like the Sahara But we weren't aware ofOur well going dry til the last dropTen years ago I gave up shavingSo don't mind now bout not bathingBut am concerned about the kids and cropsSometimes we complain When it rainsOther than that we never worry bout waterUntil it's not thereOr when we don't get our shareMost troubles float by and barely botherSo we tried a time tested method from the agesWent to the Yellow PagesLooked up: DowserCalled the woman's number in the adSaid it all added up the weathers been badProbably why your well souredI don't doubt the dowserShe's got the powerThat allows herTo find where water laysBut we drank our fill it seemsNow the water tables been cleanedAnd Nature's waiter's waitin to be paidBut no water was to be foundThings dried and died and cracked the groundThen finally the rains cameA season suffered but we learned a lessonTo accept and count our blessinsAnd not judge Nature or blame"Toast"I haven't been a sheepBut then haven't been a wolfSo what you call a sinI've often mistookBut like any prisonerLife's sentence on death rowGives some last wordsSo I'll say em before I goHope the devil don't know that I've diedTil half an hour after I've gotten to the other sideAccording to the preacherThe devil knows me right nowSays I should change my waysTake up the plowDon't know what I'd growMaybe grapes for makin wineBottled and agedTo give this toast in due timeHope the devil don't know that I've diedTil half an hour after I've gotten to the other sideSomeday something will be leftStanding silently aloneSaid that I'd been hereTwill be my tombstoneMore than the birth and deathChiseled on it's faceWords I have often spokeWaiting for this dayHope the devil don't know that I've diedTil half an hour after I've gotten to the other side"Run From the Devil"I'll run from the devil catch me if he canFor all eternity be on the lamI took a bet lost more than my shirtI'm worth less than my deathbed's dirtI thought I held the winning handBut what the devil had was already plannedOne-eyed jacks wild I wagered my soulWhat is the chance fate's in controlRun from the devil catch me if he canFor all eternity be on the lamRan into him again in MexicoHe said,"Hola amigo" I said,"That ain't so"He bought me lots of drinks so I said,"Thanks"Next thing I remember I was robbing banksJust when you think it's time to raise stead of foldYou find it's not chance, fate's in controlRun from the devil catch me if he canFor all eternity be on the lamI hightailed it back to the Sates left the devil behindGoin gambling in Reno was alls on my mindI lost big at craps so left townNow I got a sheriff as well tryin to track me downJust when you think your luck's on a rollIt doesn't stand a chance with fate in controlRun from the devil catch me if he canFor all eternity be on the lamBut death's bed soon said,"Come and sleepLike love or life you can't hope to keep"So now realizing it's almost timeI say to you to pay some mindSo now realizing it's almost timeI say to you to pay some mindThat you can run from the devil but gotta pay the tollCause free will doesn't exist if fate's in control"Preacher"Preacher was the dog that minded the sheepEver always watchful he even counted em in his sleepHe was not there to take care of their needsBut to show them the straight and narrow- take the leadEveryday by way of barking what he knewHe'd start or stop the flock and show them what to doBut he wasn't barking orders more like guiding the meekWith the words that he heard his master speakHis bark was like a bellPealing as to tellThe flock not to get lost along the wayStay away from the wolfFollow the rules of the bookOr on your forgetfulness he will surely preyNow if you wonder how this all beganOne day Preacher came upon a lost lambUpon a rock they stood to see the flock so it's toldSoon the lamb was back in the foldHis bark was like a bellPealing as to tellThe flock not to get lost along the wayStay away from the wolfFollow the rules of the bookOr on your forgetfulness he will surely preyThen came the day Preacher laid down for the lastFrom sheep herding dreams to pastures of green he passedNow he runs as much as he wants in grass filled fieldsAnd of sheep or tasks to keep Preacher has nilHis bark is like a bellPealing as to tellAll on high it wasn't a lie but the wayAnd he pants amenAnd another againUnder his breath he says,"For all sheep I pray""Lovin Whiskey"I know how crazy I am when in loveFeels as if heavens come down from aboveBut a bit's too small I gotta have it allCause I know how crazy I am when in loveNow she was more allure than she was shoveWas never pushed but couldn't get enoughBefore drunk had sunk in I just jumped in Cause she was more allure than she was shoveCause you see with whiskey I've fallen in loveIt just is and that's how it wasBut whiskey only likes meBut with whiskey I am in loveI hung around the bars with the boysThe first appeal was women then the noiseI'd drink shots and make toastsAnd drank more than most folksWhen I hung around the bars with the boysYet I was a boy barely a teenWhen I on whiskey began to weanThat was twenty years agoBut my love still growsSince I was a boy barely a teenCause you see with whiskey I've fallen in loveIt just is and that's how it wasBut whiskey only likes meBut with whiskey I am in loveI've fallen fast but love her muchMore than just a boyhood crushNow I drink her by the bottleSo open wide the throttleCause I've fallen fast but love her muchSo when they lay me in my wooden box bedLeave a shot by my feet or headYou never know her love may makeMe get up and wakeWhen they lay me in my wooden box bedCause you see with whiskey I've fallen in loveIt just is and that's how it wasBut whiskey only likes meBut with whiskey I am in love"Funeral for a Child"The cars of courseFollowed the hearseI just happened to be walking bySlow at a coastIt was longer than mostA well lit lighted lineThey went to the cemeteryThat was right near meAnd opened the hearse's tail gateThey pulled out the coffinAnd it's not that oftenI stare with my mouth agapeBut I've never seen a funeral before for a childAnd for crying out loudI've never seen at allA coffin so smallI've never seen a coffin Oh so smallEverything was black exceptThe roses on the casketTwo pall bearers seemed one too manyA child has no faultsThe mourners were all adultsToo young to be missed by friends if anyThen it started to rainTo myself I was sayinIf it was a her or a himFor all I saw was a wooden shellWith no way to tellBut either such a loss seems a sinI never found outWhat happened to that childBut for cryin out loudI've never seen at allA coffin so smallI've never seen a coffin Oh so smallThe grave was six feet deep but three feet long or there aboutsBut for cryin out loudI've never seen at allA coffin so smallI've never seen a coffin Oh so small"Death's Train"All aboard Death's trainAll souls all aboardSuddenly sitting in a dining car with a glass of wineI was reading a newspaper named the My TimesFront page headlines bold print: IT'S A BOYPhoto of my parents and their bundle of joyPaged to the section Just for KidsRead all about what youthful things I didThe Local showed photos of graduationShaking hands in the grand stand,"What plans now son"All aboard Death's trainAll souls all aboardTravel had me hoboin half the world aroundBut Home & Gardens found me all but settled downThe Social section said,"A wedding's announcedA beautiful bouncing bride to a bearded no account"Arts & Leisure showed a better side of mePlayin lots of music and makin CDsI reckon the Sports section had no tales to tellBut Business reports working for the US MailAll aboard Death's trainAll souls all aboardI didn't want to read more about me so skipped the obitsTurned to the last page with the comic stripsThere was Death standing on a stage telling jokes about lifeSilence...then he said,"Did someone kill the mic?""Miner Chords" instrumental"Asses and Ashes"I left town in a hurryHeard they were to get meTo take me to jailI was hoping not to have itSo I ran like a rabbitWith hounds hot on my trailI didn't do what they say I doneI don't even own a gunOf this crime this I in time certainly will mendBut for now to my pursuersI will make a verbal salute,"Kiss my...Ashville's just around the bend"I'm runnin for my lifeWonderin how my wifeIs gonna take care of all the billsIt's the bank that owns our landSo they have the upper handWhen I went and headed for the hillsSo they say that was motiveThat I surely knowed itBut I tell ya a bank teller I'd never killI'll say that and this to my accusersI surely will,"Kiss my...Asheville's over the next hill"There I'll hook up with my friendsAnd they'll help me to blendIn and live without fearAnd make an honest livingWhile saving but also givingMoney to my wife to take careAnd in due time it'll takeFor me to makeEnough to get her by my side perhaps a yearBut when she's leaving townI hope she tells some folks,"Kiss my...Asheville's not far from here""Fowl Play" featuring vocalist Linda Croce &"Cutting the Rug Rag" instrumentalI'm a common barnyard henWalk with a strutTalk with a cluckKickin over leavesLookin for feedWas it me First or the eggAnother day always the same thing againWalk with a strutTalk with a cluckKickin over leavesLookin for feedTake a look at meI got good looking legsNeed to stop eatin- diet and thinKickin over leavesLookin for feedFence not for hawksDoesn't stop the foxI'm a fat henKeeps me from getting awayI'm a common barnyard henWalk with a strutTalk with a cluckKickin over leavesLookin for feedGuinea Fowls for friendsMight be the ovenIn the end"Saturday Sadness"It saddens me to see sadness in your eyesAnd I think I know I'm to blameAnd though I have but really haven't triedLike an old dog my new trick isn't changeIt's understood that I don't understandHow to be your sweet lovin manIt's not that you don't to me mean everythingI want nothing more than youBut when it comes to love perhaps I'm just greenIn the meantime I'm makin you blueBut it's understood that I don't understandHow to be your sweet ever lovin manTurn the page or leaf through my book of lifePerhaps more like the local paper always sad newsBut don't feel bad that you are my wifeI see myself somewhere else but you're there tooYet it's understood that I don't understandHow to be your sweet ever lovin manSo you see I need and want you hereYou my woman me your manTogether me and you lets face the yearsOne step at a time hand in handSo I hope it's understood that I understandAnd want to be your sweet lovin manYes I hope it's understood that I understandAnd want to be your sweet lovin man"Raising"The hayloft was filled to the hiltIt'd been a dry season with everything in wiltThe lightening crack like a starting cannonAnd that's when that fire began andLightening didn't need to strike twiceFor a neighboring farmer to pay the priceOf having nothing much but ash then a barnAnd could do nothing but watch it burnAt last the last flame did dieAnd as the sun began to riseCame folks from down the road near and farTo help raise that razed barnThey'll having leant their skills and laborsSo when this day is throughThey'll've raised a newBarn for a neighborIt's like raising a familyOne would have to agreeAll help whether with a stew; saw or shovelThe carpenters and cooksAnd everyone has a lookTo see that the kids keep out of troubleCause they'll having leant their skills and laborsSo when this day is throughThey'll've raised a newBarn for a neighborNow as the night nearsThe helpful crowd starts to clearGathering their things and kidsLooking back with a smile at what they did And the farmer thinks not of his loseBut of the blessed barn gained at not costYet knows his skills will be used not on demandSomeday when a neighbor in need will need a helping handThen he'll lend his skills and laborsAnd when that day is throughHe'll have raised a newBarn for a neighbor"Hook; Line and Sinker"I'm starin at you as if headlights caught a deerBecause you're the best looking gal in hereSo can I offer you another drink orHave you already taken hook; line and sinkerItalian opera and Frank Sinatra I'm very fondBut I wouldn't talk down to you just cause you're a blondSo tell me what do you think orHave you already taken the hook; line and sinkerBartender asks the moose,"Why the long face?"Your name must be Eve and I'm the snakeHello? You haven't even blinked orHave you already taken the hook; line and sinkerI'd love to kiss the rose petals of your lipsAnd drink from the fountain from whence your passion dripsHas my talk of amora in your armor made a chink orHave you already taken the hook; line and sinker"Nothing to Say"I led my lifeOr it led meEither wayI got nothing to sayLast chance to speakMay you rest in peaceThe death rattle quakesI got nothing to sayLife flashed pastBirth to old ageI remember the daysI got nothing to sayI did what I doneAnd done what I didLived life's playI got nothing to sayNo silent screamOr tear to tellIt's just my wayI got nothing to sayI sinned and I thinkI sold my soulIt's judgment sayI got nothing to say"A Simple Circle"Before the first fall of snowWe go and collect stonePut one on top of the other for it'sA wall in the forestMake a circle reminding us of everythingLike a phoenix from the ashes as life eternal springsThe fire ring we're building will keep flames where it shouldThe stones won't burn that's up to the woodWhen the weather's not too hotWe come back to that spotLook for wood on the groundThat the wind has brought downGather what we can and put it in a pileBut leave it for a bit let it dry for awhileCracking the kindling snapping the twigsBreaking branches and have a saw for those too bigWhen there's a chill in the airAnd all the trees are bareWe'll be seen with tents and lean-tosAt the ring preparing foodLetting wine breath in day's fading lightWe'll light the fire and brighten the nightA circle of friends round a circle of stonesIt serves as a hearth cause goin to the woods is goin homeThis fire ring we built keeps flames where it shouldThe stones won't burn that's up to the woodAlso appearing vocally on the CDs are Jeremy Myers on"Pennies for Thoughts"; Bill Polito on"Time Doesn't Wait"; Patty Huerta on"Making Up"; Allison Myers on"Hope's Chest"; Doug Anderson on"Weather or Not"; Linda Croce on"Soap Opera" and Doug Kays on"Labor of Love" Thanks to everyone...Hope you enjoy the tunes and lyrics- please feel free to make any comments to me Jeff Anderson at: denimdirtfarmers@hotmail.com or snail mail to 103 Woodland Ave New Cumberland PA 17070-2060 USAAlso, if interested, check out The Denim Dirt Farmers' other CDs on CD Baby: www.cdbaby.com/denimdirt andwww.cdbaby.com/denimdirt2all rights reserved both c & p by Jeffrey Lee Anderson 2004