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Howdy Y’all!
To download Tumbleweed Trail, just click on the
underlined text above.
When you download and upzip the file, you'll find a folder
of numbered songs that are best PLAYED IN ORDER!
Otherwise the 7 minute funk jam and the bean bag man
song will be in the middle of the record, and we don’t
want that!
To download Tumbleweed Trail, just click on the
underlined text above.
When you download and upzip the file, you'll find a folder
of numbered songs that are best PLAYED IN ORDER!
Otherwise the 7 minute funk jam and the bean bag man
song will be in the middle of the record, and we don’t
want that!
What is the Tumbleweed Trail?
In early April, my good friends Andy (from Florida) and Joel
(from New York) visited San Diego and we spent a week
writing, recording, and carrying on.
We began in the San Diego Production Centre where Jeff
Grasmick laid down a drum foundation for us. We then
moved on to a rented home in the mountains east of San
Diego where Scott Gould became our technical advisor,
steering us clear of recording pitfalls!
Click here to see Scott's photos of the Tumbleweed Trail
project!
The Tumbleweed Trail has rockers, heartfelt laments, funk
jams, and some call and response for good measure. It’s 9
songs (plus the bean bag man “Bottom” reprise!). It's about
a half hour long.
The band is…
Joel McLeod – Banjo, Bass, Guitar, Vocals, Keyboards
Andy Huse – Vocals
Jeff Grasmick – Drums
Shane Smith – Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Harmonica, Keyboards
Scott Gould – Studio Recording and Technical Advisement
Lyrics are printed below the pictures. There might be a short
movie and an internet radio player posted at some point.
In early April, my good friends Andy (from Florida) and Joel
(from New York) visited San Diego and we spent a week
writing, recording, and carrying on.
We began in the San Diego Production Centre where Jeff
Grasmick laid down a drum foundation for us. We then
moved on to a rented home in the mountains east of San
Diego where Scott Gould became our technical advisor,
steering us clear of recording pitfalls!
Click here to see Scott's photos of the Tumbleweed Trail
project!
The Tumbleweed Trail has rockers, heartfelt laments, funk
jams, and some call and response for good measure. It’s 9
songs (plus the bean bag man “Bottom” reprise!). It's about
a half hour long.
The band is…
Joel McLeod – Banjo, Bass, Guitar, Vocals, Keyboards
Andy Huse – Vocals
Jeff Grasmick – Drums
Shane Smith – Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Harmonica, Keyboards
Scott Gould – Studio Recording and Technical Advisement
Lyrics are printed below the pictures. There might be a short
movie and an internet radio player posted at some point.
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I got such a funky feeling, an intuition never felt before
A sweet investigation to see what the evening has in store
Such a funky way Such a funky night
There’s a wrinkle in the weather, the tides rise by the light of the moon
But I’m not ruled by constellations, all my joy and troubles come from you
Such a funky way Such a funky night
I Said It
Run to love and it will flee, Run and it follows thee.
There, I said it. I’ve seen it.
I think that there must be a million women not for me,
But I’ll bed them. There I said it.
I got this feelin comin on strong.
If you are single, this is our song.
I have spent many nights turning out my bedroom light
Alone. I said it.
Fall asleep lonely and wake up completely free
I seen it. I didn’t dream it.
I got this feelin comin on strong.
If you are single, this is our song.
Being single has advantages, No tears or scars or bandages
There I said it.
Love is a fleeting thing with or without a ring
I said it.
I got this feelin comin on strong.
If you are single, this is our song.
On the River
Everything goes flowing down the river
I can hear all the parties that I’ve been to
And I know that somewhere out there
There’s a life waiting for me
And I know that somewhere out there
There’s a place where I can feel free
On the River
Take the johnboat for a little spin
Try to catch a couple of fish
See the manatees out on the lake
Looking round, there ain’t no mistake ‘cause
The girls are out and lookin sweet
Gonna find me a Betty to eat
Livin in a trailer but I don’t care
Somehow gonna get me there
On the river gonna take you there
On the river just me and you
On the River in a canoe
Bury Me Home
I’ve been all over this world and all this blessed country
I long to see again the people who love me
When I stumble you carry me home
When I crumble you bury me home
It’s gotten so late and I feel a little clumsy
Can I get a ride at the end of the party
When I stumble you carry me home
And when I crumble you bury me home
All My Friends Tonight
Workin just might kill you, son
Why should you take the chance
Its time to laugh and eat and drink
And wear my party pants
Same exercise every day
I get mired in a routine
I know just the folks to come on out
And remind me who is me
I’m inviting all my friends tonight
We’ve got lasagna here from old New York
And San Francisco stout
Churros fried in San Diego
Catfish from the south
We ran through all the chocolate
And two apple pies with ease
Things get a little crazy
With the booze from overseas
I’m inviting all my friends tonight
Stout is on a beer run
Churro’s doing shots
Catfish singing badly
And lasagna’s on the couch
Does it get any better
Than partying with friends
We’ll burn the midnight oil tonight
Tomorrow start again
I'm inviting all my friends tonight
Fair Enough
Fair enough you got to me In this crowded lonely place
It remains a mystery to me What keeps us apart today
Fair Enough my friend
You can pretend we never met
And insist that you bend
The beauty to the truth
In your zeal to disagree and try to save your face
You’ve lost all credibility with your mannequins on display
Fair Enough my friend
You can pretend we never met
And insist that you bend
The beauty to the truth
Never should have let the poor girl go
Out that late on the side of the road
I could have sworn I heard her momma call
Over the freeway’s buzz and moan.
Never should’ve gotten out of bed
When I saw that rising sun was red
I rode the so hard, so hard through the dark
When that Chevrolet sputtered dead
I know it’s not just my paranoid mind
Her ghost in gravel right behind me
I try to run but I just fall down
And she raised a tire iron
Bottom
I set my sights so high I clawed my way into the sky
I know I can’t bide my time With the bottom down below
I broke a few demons down Until a little joy was found
Now I just wander around While the bottom beckons below
I hitched my wagon to the road
With a heart as hard as stone
The devil was a friend of mine
The devil was a friend on mine
One day he loved me
One day he cut me
Every night he drank my wine
Every night he drank my wine
Every day’s a special day To celebrate or mourn
Don’t think about throwing it away Into the bottom down below
I will never forgive myself For letting love go
I shattered that fragile thing On the bottom down below
I dream of drowning now I inhale black crows
I can’t swim out of the dark Of the Bottom lurking below
Chairs for the Old Folks
When you are young, take wanderin’ time,
Years for body and spirit to roam
Collect sand and sleet and frosty foam
‘cause there’s chairs for the old folks back home.
It comes to each one of us in time
To rest our weary, thin bones
When you limp to the porch
Isn’t it nice to know
There’s chairs for the old folks back home?
Chairs for the old folks back home, home
Not locked away in some nursing home
There’s chairs for the old folks back home
Instead of all alone
Boys go to war and men return,
Families mourn and moan
What a relief that if your name’s not in stone
There’s chairs for the old folks back home
We take chances on the wind at times
To fall or fly in a sky of chrome,
But regardless of whether you’re a dove or a crow
There’s chairs for the old folks back home
Chairs for the old folks back home, home
Not locked away in some nursing home
There’s chairs for the old folks back home
Instead of all alone
Something Funky This Way Comes
I rambled home one silty night
Leaned into the tilting lights
Looked around and thought there might
Be someone following me
Heard a rumble over yonder
I found it or it found me
I saw a mass lurk in the dark
And heard something so funky
Something funky this way comes
An unidentified funky object
Hovered closer and did inspect
Orchestrated and directed
My dancing in the street
Now I can’t dance and I have got
Two clumsy-ass left feet
But that night I was the king,
Shakin’ involuntarily
Something funky this way comes
It must have been a visitation
By a bunch of crazy aliens
But instead of deadly ray-guns
They had funky technology
Then, the total funk subsided
It rose up into the sky
I said, “Please don’t take away my funk,
Come on back next Saturday night!”
Something—something funky this way comes.
A sweet investigation to see what the evening has in store
Such a funky way Such a funky night
There’s a wrinkle in the weather, the tides rise by the light of the moon
But I’m not ruled by constellations, all my joy and troubles come from you
Such a funky way Such a funky night
I Said It
Run to love and it will flee, Run and it follows thee.
There, I said it. I’ve seen it.
I think that there must be a million women not for me,
But I’ll bed them. There I said it.
I got this feelin comin on strong.
If you are single, this is our song.
I have spent many nights turning out my bedroom light
Alone. I said it.
Fall asleep lonely and wake up completely free
I seen it. I didn’t dream it.
I got this feelin comin on strong.
If you are single, this is our song.
Being single has advantages, No tears or scars or bandages
There I said it.
Love is a fleeting thing with or without a ring
I said it.
I got this feelin comin on strong.
If you are single, this is our song.
On the River
Everything goes flowing down the river
I can hear all the parties that I’ve been to
And I know that somewhere out there
There’s a life waiting for me
And I know that somewhere out there
There’s a place where I can feel free
On the River
Take the johnboat for a little spin
Try to catch a couple of fish
See the manatees out on the lake
Looking round, there ain’t no mistake ‘cause
The girls are out and lookin sweet
Gonna find me a Betty to eat
Livin in a trailer but I don’t care
Somehow gonna get me there
On the river gonna take you there
On the river just me and you
On the River in a canoe
Bury Me Home
I’ve been all over this world and all this blessed country
I long to see again the people who love me
When I stumble you carry me home
When I crumble you bury me home
It’s gotten so late and I feel a little clumsy
Can I get a ride at the end of the party
When I stumble you carry me home
And when I crumble you bury me home
All My Friends Tonight
Workin just might kill you, son
Why should you take the chance
Its time to laugh and eat and drink
And wear my party pants
Same exercise every day
I get mired in a routine
I know just the folks to come on out
And remind me who is me
I’m inviting all my friends tonight
We’ve got lasagna here from old New York
And San Francisco stout
Churros fried in San Diego
Catfish from the south
We ran through all the chocolate
And two apple pies with ease
Things get a little crazy
With the booze from overseas
I’m inviting all my friends tonight
Stout is on a beer run
Churro’s doing shots
Catfish singing badly
And lasagna’s on the couch
Does it get any better
Than partying with friends
We’ll burn the midnight oil tonight
Tomorrow start again
I'm inviting all my friends tonight
Fair Enough
Fair enough you got to me In this crowded lonely place
It remains a mystery to me What keeps us apart today
Fair Enough my friend
You can pretend we never met
And insist that you bend
The beauty to the truth
In your zeal to disagree and try to save your face
You’ve lost all credibility with your mannequins on display
Fair Enough my friend
You can pretend we never met
And insist that you bend
The beauty to the truth
Never should have let the poor girl go
Out that late on the side of the road
I could have sworn I heard her momma call
Over the freeway’s buzz and moan.
Never should’ve gotten out of bed
When I saw that rising sun was red
I rode the so hard, so hard through the dark
When that Chevrolet sputtered dead
I know it’s not just my paranoid mind
Her ghost in gravel right behind me
I try to run but I just fall down
And she raised a tire iron
Bottom
I set my sights so high I clawed my way into the sky
I know I can’t bide my time With the bottom down below
I broke a few demons down Until a little joy was found
Now I just wander around While the bottom beckons below
I hitched my wagon to the road
With a heart as hard as stone
The devil was a friend of mine
The devil was a friend on mine
One day he loved me
One day he cut me
Every night he drank my wine
Every night he drank my wine
Every day’s a special day To celebrate or mourn
Don’t think about throwing it away Into the bottom down below
I will never forgive myself For letting love go
I shattered that fragile thing On the bottom down below
I dream of drowning now I inhale black crows
I can’t swim out of the dark Of the Bottom lurking below
Chairs for the Old Folks
When you are young, take wanderin’ time,
Years for body and spirit to roam
Collect sand and sleet and frosty foam
‘cause there’s chairs for the old folks back home.
It comes to each one of us in time
To rest our weary, thin bones
When you limp to the porch
Isn’t it nice to know
There’s chairs for the old folks back home?
Chairs for the old folks back home, home
Not locked away in some nursing home
There’s chairs for the old folks back home
Instead of all alone
Boys go to war and men return,
Families mourn and moan
What a relief that if your name’s not in stone
There’s chairs for the old folks back home
We take chances on the wind at times
To fall or fly in a sky of chrome,
But regardless of whether you’re a dove or a crow
There’s chairs for the old folks back home
Chairs for the old folks back home, home
Not locked away in some nursing home
There’s chairs for the old folks back home
Instead of all alone
Something Funky This Way Comes
I rambled home one silty night
Leaned into the tilting lights
Looked around and thought there might
Be someone following me
Heard a rumble over yonder
I found it or it found me
I saw a mass lurk in the dark
And heard something so funky
Something funky this way comes
An unidentified funky object
Hovered closer and did inspect
Orchestrated and directed
My dancing in the street
Now I can’t dance and I have got
Two clumsy-ass left feet
But that night I was the king,
Shakin’ involuntarily
Something funky this way comes
It must have been a visitation
By a bunch of crazy aliens
But instead of deadly ray-guns
They had funky technology
Then, the total funk subsided
It rose up into the sky
I said, “Please don’t take away my funk,
Come on back next Saturday night!”
Something—something funky this way comes.
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