Americana Deluxe

by Stacey Sanders

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1.
The alleyway was dark and she really wasn't that young Her high heels made a clicking spark, she had a barbell through her tongue And I gave her fifty smackers to do that trick you used to do The bittersweet taste of freedom on Pacific Avenue We went in through the back door into a den of Chinese art For another fifty dollars she inked a dagger through a heart She said, "Any other favors?" I said, "I need this one removed." She took your name from off my shoulder on Pacific Avenue Pacific Avenue, my darling used to wait for me Kisses sweeter than cotton candy, tears saltier than the sea On the ocean side there's an amusement ride where we held each other true We thought it would last forever on Pacific Avenue I stepped around the corner where I had my fortune read The gypsy's eyes got big as saucers and her face was full of dread She said, "You're never going to make it past the age of twenty-two!" That's when I left and started drinking on Pacific Avenue Pacific Avenue, my darling used to wait for me... I'm shipping out in three days to fight on foreign soil Kick some ass and take some names and trade my blood for oil When I get home I'm going to kiss the ground and gas up the Malibu And drive her 'til the wheels fall off on Pacific Avenue Pacific Avenue, my darling used to wait for me... Pacific Avenue, my little darling used to wait for me Kisses sweeter than cotton candy, tears saltier than the sea On the Ferris wheel she let me cop a feel and we would marvel at the view Of the bright lights way below us on Pacific Avenue
2.
They're closing down Jim Storhoi's bar Taking the trophies from the wall To build a new parking garage And another vacant shopping mall He opened her up in '45 When he came home from the war He's lived above her ever since Now they're making room for an outlet store Hey Jimmy, pour me another one Whoa Jimmy, pour me another one Hey Jimmy, pour me another one I ain't driving this time, I'm stumbling home Where will all the lonely soldiers go To recite their oath and defend the flag They're kicking 'em out into the snow Personal effects in a body bag Hey Jimmy, pour me another one Whoa Jimmy, pour me another one Hey Jimmy, pour me another one Make it a double this time, I'm stumbling home Let's all raise a glass to all our lovers past Knowing nothing lasts like port and a good cigar Let's all say a toast to the barkeep with the most And the final ghost who haunts Jim Storhoi's bar The government ain't got no right To Jimmy's land and Jimmy's claim But he's too tired for a fight Well, then fuck their eminent domain
3.
Vanilla Girl 02:59
My baby don't need a symphony Just me and my D-35 A simple song and I can never go wrong She thinks that I'm the greatest singer alive My baby don't need the silver screen She prefers the late, late show In black and white on a Saturday night Popcorn and soda and she's ready to go She ain't a high-maintenance woman She don't need expensive things Just sweet nothings and a nibble on her ear And her big daddy and the love that I bring My baby don't need candy sprinkles She don't need a chocolate swirl She's so sweet just the way that she is She's my plain-Jane vanilla girl She ain't a high-maintenance woman She don't need expensive things Just sweet nothings and a nibble on her ear And her big daddy and the songs that I sing My baby don't need candy sprinkles She don't need a chocolate swirl She's so sweet just the way that she is She's my plain-Jane vanilla girl
4.
Ali MacGraw 04:41
Come on, baby, won't you be my Ali MacGraw You're the prettiest doe-eyed woman I ever saw If we leave today we can make our getaway And have drinks and dinner on the set with Sam Peckinpah Come on, baby, won't you be my Steve McQueen You're the handsomest blue-eyed devil I've ever seen I'll blow in your ear all those dirty words you want to hear You're tall and strong and fast and long and lean Picture me and you in nineteen seventy-two Making love in a trailer in the studio parking lot Picture you and me in dark shades and chinos, baby Flipping off the paparazzi in every shot Come on, baby, won't you be my Ali MacGraw I've been searching but, I can't find a flaw If we leave today we can make our getaway And keep a safe distance from the long arm of the law Picture me and you in nineteen seventy-two... Come on, baby, won't you be my Steve McQueen Living on the edge so cool and clean I'll blow in your ear all those dirty words you want to hear We'll paint this town in forty weight and gasoline Picture me and you in nineteen seventy-two...
5.
Slammed the door last night after a dirty fight left my mama screaming Feet stomped and eyes glared, she was pissed and I was scared, her ears were steaming Should I stay or should I leave Sometimes it's just so damned hard to choose Between groveling at her feet or parking on the side street, living in my Pontiac blues Wish I knew what set her off enough to make her spit and cough those nasty names Maybe then I'd save some face, enough to show some grace and take the blame She's really blown a gasket this time Looks like mama's really blown her fuse I got these parking on the side street, sleeping in the back seat, living in my Pontiac blues Pontiac Blues I can't wait til her red light turns green When she loses her temper she's the meanest mama I've ever seen Pontiac Blues I can't wait til her engine cools down Then I'll pack my belongings and quietly cruise out of town Well, I don't know what hurts worse, her punch or to hear her curse those four letter words All I know's I can't stay here, she's bound to burn my ear and my clothes will end up on the curb I used to sleep on the couch But, tonight I must stubbornly, simply refuse I got these parking on the side street, sleeping in the back seat, living in my Pontiac blues Pontiac Blues I can't wait til her red light turns green...
6.
Woke up this morning and rolled up the windows Some clouds were forming in the sky A storm was brewing like strong black coffee Cream and sugar-coated little white lies Off in the distance some big-time thunder Punched a hole through it all The leaves are changing along with the weather I've always been afraid of the Fall Sometimes it rains, sometimes it pours Sometimes it's sunny when you darken my door Sometimes your smile reminds me of love's pains Sometimes it shines and sometimes it rains Rolled up my sleeves and swore to the morning As the sky grew black It's coming down now in big, fat buckets Cats and dogs and you're still not back Off in the distance some big-time lightning Flashed like your baby blues My head heard you when you said it was over But, my heart just now got the news Sometimes it rains, sometimes it pours Sometimes it's sunny when you darken my door Sometimes your smile reminds me of love's pains Sometimes it shines and sometimes I'm just a tropical manic-depression Laughing and crying now and then The weatherman named a hurricane after you So, it looks like we're even again Sometimes it rains, sometimes it pours Sometimes it's sunny when you darken my door Sometimes your smile reminds me of love's pains Sometimes it shines and sometimes it rains I lost my mind when Allison came ashore It broke my heart when Allison came ashore
7.
Another night, another song Another two-bit white trash novel going wrong Another fight, another round Another leaving at 3 a.m. without a sound If you had our money you'd be living thin It's hard to get a raise these days on the wages of sin If you had our loving you'd be living fat On the seedy side of town in our panhandle flat Another smoke, another drink Another watching the years roll down the kitchen sink Another right, another wrong Another finishing up dead last when we started strong If you had our money... We will pay it back some day In diamonds, hearts and spades But the interest rates and the interstates Are full of holes and barracades Another night, another song Another two-bit white trash novel going wrong Another fight, another round Another leaving at 3 a.m. without a sound If you had our money...
8.
Used Car 04:59
I feel like a used car Been on your lot now for a long time You don't have to take me far For old time's sake make it a test drive Dents in my fenders, rust on my wheels Dust on my dashboard, cracks in my windshield A little soap and water, scrub me up and down Hit me with the hot wax, baby, and spin me around your town I feel like a used car... Your asking price is lower than that blue book flattery You're going to sell me as is without a warranty Lots of miles, but runs good, so you'll throw in the map for free You're such a cheapskate, why won't you haggle over me I feel like a used car... A time or two around the block would make me feel so good There's a sexy danger in some sweet stranger lifting up my hood Truth in advertising, baby, tell it like you should Cut the P.C. crap, call me what I am I'm a used car...
9.
Bitch, moan, carry on and cry Whatever it takes girl to get you by Doesn't matter to me I won't be here to take it anymore Scratch, claw, see what you can find Begging and pleading won't make me change my mind The next sound you hear Will be my boots scuffing up your floor I've been wiping up your tears with a dirty dish rag Wringing it out with each crying jag Don't want to boast, don't mean to brag But I'm ready to walk out on you Bitch, moan, carry on and cry No need to ask "who, when, where or why" All I've got to say is she makes me laugh Like you never did before I've been mopping up your tears with a dirty dish rag Wringing it out with each crying jag I've got my life savings in a brown paper bag I'm ready to walk out on you Bitch, moan, carry on and cry Whatever it takes girl to get you by Doesn't matter to me I won't be here to take it anymore Stop, look, listen to your heart Time to split the sheets and get a brand new start The next sound you hear Will be a softly shutting door
10.
Gravy's too runny, eggs are too greasy Bacon is burnt, and the coffee's too weak They won't give credit, you know they won't take checks Or confederate money or even Raleigh coupons My bed's too lumpy, you know my pillow's too fluffy Black and white tv, it only gets three channels My maid's so fat, you know she don't speak English Yeah, she talks pretty funny and don't smile very much I need four walls and three square meals Two loving arms and one good feel Time won't fix what sleep can't heal Other than that, I really can't complain But my reefer broke down somewhere north of Nogales Nineteen tones of lettuce, ninety-nine degrees The pavement's so hot, you know my wheels are a-humming This is some oasis, Lord, I sure miss Texas I need four walls and three square meals Two loving arms and one good feel Time won't fix what sleep can't heal Other than that, I really can't complain I need four walls and three square meals Free local calls and eighteen wheels My engine stalls and my brakes squeal Other than that, I really can't complain Gravy's too runny, eggs are too greasy Bacon is burnt, and the coffee's too weak
11.
She had legs that were made to order in the air on the outskirts of town Seven miles from the 66 station, Maria's Fury broke down She kicked the tires, ripped a hole in her stockings and scuffed up her red F.M.P.s Chipped a nail as she hoisted her hood, shouting obscenities She cried, "Lord of mercy! I ain't no mechanic! I can't even change a flat tire! But, I don't need to see all these idiot lights to know that my engine's on fire. If you just see me through this one incident I'll never prowl the truck stop again." She rolled her brown eyes, crossed her fingers, and thought of her most recent sin El Pasillo del Diablo It's time to even the score Take a look-see through the peephole Smile when you open the door It's a long walk to the truck stop that lights up route 54 El Pasillo del Diablo, the Devil's corridor She had a great aspiration of ending up on a barstool hoovering cheap cigarettes Chugging down coin beer, getting laid by some trucker and losing a couple bar bets But now she's winding her way home deep in the darkness, her Plymouth parked down in the ditch Thinking about changing her life's occupation, maybe it's time for a switch El Pasillo del Diablo It's time to even the score Time to pay up and settle your tab Pick your clothes up off the floor Twenty dollars got you twenty minutes, but not one sweet minute more El Pasillo del Diablo, the Devil's corridor She had legs that were made to order in the air on the outskirts of town
12.
Speeding down the avenue, I got a pain my side and the wedding bell blues Those things I said about your mother and you Don't you even think that I didn't mean 'em Drive-thru pawn, going to hock this ring, get shit-faced drunk, dance and sing With a couple of whores full of costume bling Make a sandwich and sleep between 'em I ran out of my wedding in a powder blue tux In a stolen beater Buick with a hundred bucks Dodging bullets, cars and trucks I'll be spending the night at the Americana Deluxe The cops will catch me, but I don't care, there ain't no ring on my finger or rice in my hair It ain't like the judge is going to give me the chair Doing you is like doing time He'll prob'ly just give me ten or twelve years of bustin' rocks and jammin' gears But, I'll be shedding happy tears Knowing you ain't making up my mind I ran out of my wedding in a powder blue tux In a stolen beater Buick with a hundred bucks Dodging bullets, cars and trucks I'll be signing my name at the Americana Deluxe Cruising down the avenue, there's blood in my seat dripping on my shoes BOLO alert, I just made the news but, you know that I ain't sorry Hearing my name on the radio, if I gotta go out, that's the way to go Sun going down nice and slow but, it won't come up tomorrow I ran out of my wedding in a powder blue tux In a stolen beater Buick with a hundred bucks Dodging bullets, cars and trucks I'll be safe at home in the Americana Deluxe Chugging down the avenue, i got a pain in my side and the wedding bell blues
13.
It was a truck stop tragedy late Friday night Words were not wasted in a knock-down-drag-out fight Bad things were said that can't be taken back Now there's one lonely waitress and a smoking bob-tailed Mack Dishes were flying, so was pecan pie It might have been funny if he hadn't made her cry Innocent bystanders just minding our own Now there's one lonely waitress and a ringing pay phone These are the lines we never rehearse We tell the Devil we're sorry but, it only makes it worse Some days our wheels just get stuck in reverse on life's lonely highway On life's lonely highway She picked up a dustpan, she picked up a broom Then she noticed the silence that enveloped the room She swept up the pieces of her broken day Then one lonely waitress simply threw them away The fry cook stood silently, slinging his hash The busboy came out and he took out her trash All heads were lowered without making a sound Then one lonely waitress just turned around These are the lines we never rehearse We tell the Devil we're sorry but, it only makes it worse Sometimes a blessing, sometimes a curse on life's lonely highway On life's lonely highway She handed me a menu and said, "Sorry about the wait." With a wink and a smile, suggested the blue plate Like the scene that played out just wasn't a big deal One lonely waitress just serving my meal It was a truck stop tragedy late Friday night Words were not wasted in a knock-down-drag-out fight Bad things were said that can't be taken back Now there's one lonely waitress at the all night waffle shack These are the lines we never rehearse We tell the Devil we're sorry but, it only makes it worse We all have to ride in the back of the hearse on life's lonely highway On life's lonely highway

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released July 27, 2008

Recorded in Enid, OK at Skinner Audio ~ 7/05 - 7/08
Engineer ~ Dave Skinner
Photography ~ Lisa Bland-Selix
Front cover photography ~ James Abram
Design ~ Corey Sanders

All songs written by Stacey Sanders
Copyright 2008 Stacey Sanders

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