The Word Is Out

Written by Dan Stuart and Steve Wynn

I was feeling very sad and so low

I went looking for some liquid sympathy

Went and found some bones down at the depot

And the bastards waiting called the cops on me

 

I figure somewhere in this world it's happy hour

So I went down to get properly disposed

Went 'n' ordered me a whisky sour

And the man said sorry son we're closed

 

Seems that lately I've been paying

For things I used to get for free

Don't you know I hear the music playing

Wow I know the word is out on me

 

Oh I was feeling very wild and restless

And I figured a night inside some club might do

Called to see if I was on the guest list

And the switchboard lady wouldn't put me through

 

Found me a number in my pocket

I figured out: hell how can I miss

Shot through seven digits like and rocket

And some guy says: who the hell is this

 

Seems that lately I've been paying

For things I used to get for free

Don't you know I hear the music playing

Wow I know the word is out on me

 

Seems the doors that once were open

Are slamming shut in my face

No point anymore in hoping

I think I better move some other place

 

Seems that lately I've been paying

For things I used to get for free

Don't you know I hear the music playing

Wow I know the word is out on me

© Dan Stuart and Steve Wynn

Published by Hang Dog Music/Poison Brisket Music/Bug Music Ltd

Written by Dan Stuart and Steve Wynn

Took a ride on the 505

Woke up in Fresno at Sarah's dive

She's got one eye and a way of talkin' dirty that's nice

Oh Bill lives on the hill

He's got 25 wives and a Coupe De Ville

Likes to hang out way by the still at night

 

Sing me a song for the dreamers

Sing me a song for Bobbie Ciccone and Al Capone and the boys

Sing me a song for the dreamers

 

Lady Luck drives a pick up truck

She runs numbers for Pearl S Buck

She's got a laugh like a wild coyote in heat

My brother Rod must get some kind of nod

He fell asleep drunk behind the wheel of a '56 Dodge

Woke up ten miles outside of Cape Cod the next morning

 

Sing me a song for the dreamers

Sing me a song for Fidel Castro and Jackie O and the boys

Sing me a song for the dreamers

 

Sing me a song for the dreamers

Sing me a song for Johnny O'Wynn and big Fred Gwynne and the boys

Sing me a song for the dreamers

 

Now one last verse about my friend Dan

He lucked in to one hundred grand

Blew it all at the MGM Grand in three hours

 

Sing me a song for the dreamers

Sing me a song for Bobbie Ciccone and Al Capone and the boys

Sing me a song for the dreamers

 

Hey don't forget Ryan Derne there...Count Basie

Jim Thomson...Ryan Sandberg

Alright

© Dan Stuart and Steve Wynn

Published by Hang Dog/Poison Brisket/Bug Music Ltd

Miracle Mile

Written by Dan Stuart and Steve Wynn

Code name is Sally, that's five foot 3

Lives down the alley from my brother and me

Sally's got class, Sally's got style

Sally's got no money on Miracle Mile

 

Sam the Snake play a long shoe game

Keep's his money and workin in the rain

She took the fall, he lost his last hand

Now I don't know if he's a woman or a man

Miracle mile. Miracle mile. Miracle mile, Miracle mile.

 

Every gambler needs a lucky break

Oh Lord how long will mine take

Got two hundred dollars on a filly in the fifth

If she don't deliver I'd better get out quick

 

Herm the germ's a drifter at best

He's gotta scar on his face, tattoo on his chest

Gotta gun in his boot, a razor in his sleeve

'Cause been sentenced to hell, and no one leaves

Miracle mile. Miracle mile. Miracle mile, Miracle mile.

 

You pay for the winners pay for losers too

Roll the dice and let turn the screw

Don't pray to the banker

You just get a denial

'Cause a person ain't worth nothing

On miracle mile

Miracle mile. Miracle mile. On Miracle mile, Miracle mile.

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Miracle mile. Miracle mile. On Miracle mile, Miracle mile.

© Dan Stuart and Steve Wynn

Published by Hang Dog Music/Poison Brisket Music/Bug Music Ltd

Baby, We All Gotta Go Down

Written by Dan Stuart and Steve Wynn

Baby, we all gotta go down

Baby, we all gotta go down

Lord, I'll be waiting for you there

In my big old rocking chair

Singing baby, we all gotta go down

 

They say the Devil's a fallen angel

Me, I ain't so sure

There's plenty of evil on the west side of town

And baby, we all gotta go down

 

They say there's gonna be hell to pay

Well, let me settle this bill right away

Because as low as I can go

I been lower, child, before

I say, baby, we all gotta go down

 

Baby, we all gotta go down

Baby, we all gotta go down

You wanna find my soul

Drop by the nineteenth hole

Baby, we all gotta go down

 

Samson met Delilah in a bar

Because they wanted to bury the hatchet real far

Well after seven shots

Even 'ole Samson was seeing spots

He said baby, we all gotta go down

 

Baby, we all gotta go down

Baby, we all gotta go down

I'll be waiting for you there

In my big old rocking chair

Singing baby, we all gotta go down

 

Baby, we all gotta go down

Baby, we all gotta go down

You wanna find my soul

Drop by the nineteenth hole

Baby, we all gotta go down

Baby, we all gotta go down!

© Dan Stuart and Steve Wynn

Published by Poison Brisket Music/Hang Dog Music/Bug Music Ltd

The King Of The Losers

Written by Dan Stuart and Steve Wynn

Davy Jones locker, Hollywood and Vine

The cavern of darkness they called the Firefly

The king of the losers is holding court tonight

Well there's one-eyed Pete through a shot at Mimi speaks

I haven't seen my old my lady in eighty seven weeks

The king of losers ain't got nothin' on me

 

And she said that I used to beat herr

Well I don't remember that

And she said I used to mistreat her

Well that might be a fact

The king of the losers

I ain't been down that path - let's go

 

Now listen buddy

I heard that tune of ungrateful women

And the lies they tell you

The king of the losers

I know that bro' through and through you know

 

Mama sent me downtown Saturday at noon

I gotta service that transvestite

Or I'll be kicked outta my room

The king of the losers, I know we're through

 

Over in the corner sits a gal named Sal

She's laughing like a hyena with the glass of mescal

The king of the losers can't touch this girl

Want another time when the king will come my way

And get on his knees and beg for me to stay

Now the king of the losers always had to pay

 

Oh listen to you scumbags, you're looking for sympathy

You candied-assed whiners are like mosquitoes to me

I'm the king of the losers

Now get down on your knees

I got spit for blood and maggots down my back

I eat whiskey bottles for a midnight snack

You want the king of the losers

Look no further Jack

© Dan Stuart and Steve Wynn

Published by Hang Dog Music/Poison Brisket Music/Bug Music Ltd

Send Me A Postcard

Written by Dan Stuart and Steve Wynn

Send me a postcard from far away

I'll be home for the winter I just got to stay

Mama rent out my room, pull up the shades

I won't be home too soon 'cause we're going to the Everglades

 

We're two brothers home on the range

We're long on talk but short on change

 

I caught a cold from the draught '68

Now I'm in Jackson hole, I just got to wait

Well mama don't call us outlaws

We ain't done nothing wrong

Just keep that homefire burning

And we'll keep singing this here song

 

We're two brothers home on the range

We're long on talk but short on change

We're two brothers home on the range

We're long on talk but short on change

© Dan Stuart and Steve Wynn

Published by Hang Dog Music/Poison Brisket Music/Bug Music Ltd

Down To The Bone

Written by Dan Stuart and Steve Wynn

Spiders speak, spiders tell lies

Spiders spin their webs until they die

Catch more with honey than wine

That's how I caught a friend of mine

 

Gotta get down to the bone

 

Just got back from a midnight ride

I saw Jesus standing in the light

Said there ain't no right or wrong

Just the way to keep judging all along

 

Gotta get down to the bone

 

Spiders speak, spiders tell lies

Spiders spin their webs until they die

No gal is seen pretty but it's always there

And lord knows it's buyer beware

 

Gotta get down to the bone

 

Spiders speak, spiders tell lies

Spiders spin their webs until they die

Just got back from a midnight ride

Goin' where the water taste like wine

 

Gotta get down to the bone

© Dan Stuart and Steve Wynn

Published by Hang Dog Music/Poison Brisket Music/Bug Music Ltd

Knockin' On Heaven's Door

Written by Bob Dylan

Mama, take this badge off of me

I can't use it anymore.

It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see

I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

 

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

 

Mama, throw my guns to the ground

I can't shoot them anymore.

'Cause long black cloud is comin' down

I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

 

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

 

You said Pat Garrett's got my number

Me I ain't so very sure

'Cause I got more lives that a cat in the summertime

I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

 

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

Feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door

© Bob Dylan

Published by Ram's Horn Music

Bend In The Road

Written by Dan Stuart and Steve Wynn

Travellin' travellin' side by side

Do you really think you know how I feel inside

Ah you be cool kid, we got a ways to go

That sunset highway streamin' by me always gets me low

 

There's a bend in the road

So I'm told

There's a bend in the road up ahead

 

Tell me Dusty, was it five years ago

That we shot down that poor man in ole Mexico

Well lI guess I feel some sorrow

Something strange about that day

But the memory is hazy

I think it's better that way

 

There's a bend in the road

So I'm told

There's a bend in the road up ahead

 

Lately I been fearin' 'bout the day I die

Is God gonna let me rest or will I forever cry

Oh Danny don't you worry 'bout what will reveal

With everything that's in our past

Our future must be sealed

 

There's a bend in the road

So I'm told

There's a bend in the road up ahead

There's a bend in the road

So I'm told

There's a bend in the road up ahead

© Dan Stuart and Steve Wynn

Published by Hang Dog Music/Poison Brisket Music/Bug Music Ltd