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Maple Run Band

Maple Run Band

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luvamericana Smashing guitars, melodies and vocals. Very very good !
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1.
You're Gonna Make Me Cry Again 02:33
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I know that You’re gonna make me cry again. Word ‘round town’s you’ve been running around Like the world’s about to end. Before I met you last time I cried Was the day that Johnny Cash died. You’re gonna make me cry again. You got caught running around again, Raising hell in a honky tonk When you said you were seeing a friend. You’re gonna make me cry, cry, cry If you keep telling lies, lies, lies. You’re gonna make me cry again. I can’t wait for Saturday night to end. Sunday you’ll be begging me To take you back again. It don’t matter how hard I try, I ain’t been right since Waylon died. You’re gonna make me cry again. You’re gonna make me cry again. Word ‘round town’s you’ve been running around Like the world’s about to end. Before I met you last time I cried Was the day that Johnny Cash died. You’re gonna make me cry again. You’re gonna make me cry again. You’re gonna make me cry, cry, cry again.
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Queen of Labrador City 04:19
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The subjects arrive at the castle Most every night of the week Looking for love and advice, And a drink would be nice, But they don’t know what it is that they seek. She’s the Queen of Labrador City, Wabush and all of the rest. She’ll pour you a beer, and lend you an ear. She rules all of Labrador West We used to wake to the sound of the shovel Scraping the ore at first light. Now the mine is shut down, but we’re still in this town And the queen helps us get through the night. She had a Montreal prince in her younger days. Said he’d be coming back June. But he never returned, and her lesson was learned. Now the queen rules alone in this room. She’s the Queen of Labrador City, Wabush and all of the rest. She’ll pour you a beer, and lend you an ear She rules all of Labrador West. The slot machines sit in the corner. The jesters all sit at the bar. There’s a game on tonight, and the Molson tastes right, So I don’t think we need to go far. I hear the loons calling out the last call, And Gord’s singing his last song on TV. So raise a glass to the man, and one more for the band, And don’t forget a toast for the queen. She’s the Queen of Labrador City, Wabush and all of the rest. She’ll pour you a beer, and lend you an ear. She rules all of Labrador West. She’s the Queen of Labrador City, Wabush and all of the rest. She’ll pour you a beer, and lend you an ear. She rules all of Labrador West. And we’re still here in Labrador West.
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Catch You Down the Line 03:20
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Well it’s a pleasure to see you, but I wouldn’t wanna be you Cause all in all I’m happy to be me. But you’re lickety split with the banter and the wit And the elevator waiter repartee. I see you driving ‘round town with your windows all down Drinking liquor with a kicker and lime. You’re doing fine. I’ll catch you down the line. It’s been a lotta fun, hun, but I guess I gotta run Cause I kinda think it’s getting kinda late. So I’m stumbling home, but I’ll getcha on the phone For some talkie talk if you can relate. Don’t wanna burst your bubble But I think you might be trouble And me and trouble get along just fine. I’ll catch you down the line. I remember a time when I couldn’t even rhyme But I could walk and talk like one of the guys. My songs were too long and the words were all wrong But life was copacetic otherwise. I was getting my thrills from little white pills And washing ‘em down with wine. But now I’m fine. I’m doing fine. And I’ll catch you on down the line. Let me tell you ‘bout this girl been a rocking my world With her telepathic pornographic mind. She’s the cat’s meow, and I don’t know how I can live without her living in my life. You know I wanna please her ‘Cause she’s the bee’s knees. I coulda shoulda drop her a line, Tell her she’s mine. I’ll catch her down the line. Let me tell you ‘bout by baby she’s a complicated lady With her empathetic non-synthetic vibe. She’s a mover and a shaker, and everywhere I take her It’s a really silly willy nilly time. Sometimes she gets funky With the flunkies and the junkies Drinking watermelon dandelion wine. That’s just fine. I’ll catch her down the line. You know I wanna please her ‘Cause she’s the bee’s knees. I coulda shoulda drop her a line. Tell her she’s mine. She’s so fine. And I’ll catch her on down the line.
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Keep on Truckin' 03:02
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Keep on truckin’. Keep moving on. Keep your foot on the gas, your hands on the wheel And keep on keeping on. There’s people in this town, wanna bring you down. So, keep on trucking’. Keep on moving on. Breakdowns don’t tell you when they’re coming, With a thousand miles behind you Or a thousand more to go. If you can’t find a spare, Your thumb will get you anywhere. So, keep on trucking’, trucking’ down the road. Keep on truckin’. You’ll be fine. Keep your foot on the gas, your hands on the wheel And keep it between the lines. There’s a long long way to go, But you’ll make it there you know. If you keep on trucking’, trucking’ down the line. Overdrive is fine out on the flatlands, But if you’re climbing hills to pay the bills You gotta use every gear you own. Take your troubles and your fears, Put ‘em in the rear view mirror, And keep on trucking’, trucking’ down the road. Keep on truckin’ down the road. You gotta make up time when you’re running behind And carrying a heavy load. There’s a long long way to go, But you’ll make it there you know If you keep on truckin’, truckin’ down the road. Keep on truckin’, truckin’ down the road. Keep on truckin’, truckin’ right on home.
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Monday Morning 02:04
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You know you’re always on my mind. I’d really like to spend some time On a Sunday afternoon alone with you. But then again Tuesday’d be alright Just as long as you hold me tight. And Thursday, too, just might do. ‘Cause you’re the one that I’ve been waiting for To find the right words to say That I’m going to love you more and more And more and more each day. That’s why Monday morning’s fine Just as long as you say you’re mine. And Thursday too. I know you’ll come through. Well, even Saturday at dawn When you’ve got the radio on, Just listening to the news, You can wash away my blues. ‘Cause you’re the one that I’ve been waiting for To find the words to say That I’m going to love you more and more And more and more each day. And that’s why Monday morning’s fine.
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Last of the West Kansas Cowboys 04:27
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Roust out, we’re burning daylight Horses don’t saddle themselves Dust in the blood, boots in the mud Kicking up spent shotgun shells Sure ain’t no step for a stepper Sun up and out riding pens Never alone when he’s out on the road Every stranger he meets is a friend Last of the west Kansas cowboys Last of the old so-and-so’s Last of his kind you’ll ever see ‘round Greatest one you’ll ever know Thrown more than once from the saddle Been busted. Hell, he nearly died But a cowboy, of course gets back on his horse The hurt that’s the worst is your pride. Last of the west Kansas cowboys Last of the old so-and-so’s Last of his kind you’ll ever see ‘round Greatest one you’ll ever know A thousand miles, four wheels on gyp rock Beats fourteen hours out plowing dirt Now the years and the days are slipping away But a cowboy never tells you when he hurts Last of the west Kansas cowboys Living the last of the years When he’s really gone, I’ll still carry on But I’ll fill the Ogallala with my tears With my tears
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Borderline 03:40
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You don’t know how this one ends. ‘Cause you don’t know yourself, You don’t know your so-called friends. The world has something up her sleeve. She doesn’t smile on you Any more than she smiles on me. And you’re wasting your time On the borderline Fate’s fickle minded rules Are compromised by all the simple minded fools. You won’t know it when it comes. You might think you’ll fight But I know you’re gonna run. And beat all time To the borderline. What’s fair is sometimes hard to say. But what is wrong and right is clear as night and day. Maybe I’ll find another way Maybe blow this town, maybe blow you all away. And beat all time To the borderline Cause you’re wasting your time And you’re wasting mine. Cause you’re wasting your time And you’re wasting mine So I’m leaving you behind On the borderline
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Ma Bell 03:43
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The things that you say send me away Your touch is enough I forget who I am I don’t mind at all just to wait for your call With my heart on my sleeve and my head in my hands I’ve got the dime if you’ve got the time Me and Ma Bell will be perfectly clear I hear what you say but you’re too far away My arms aren’t so long I can touch you from here The touch of your lips and the world starts to slip But kisses don’t travel through telephone lines I try to get through with a picture of you But I can’t use a picture to look in our eyes I’ve got the dime if you’ve got the time Me and Ma Bell will be perfectly clear I hear what you say but you’re too far away My arms aren’t so long I can touch you from here The things that you say send me away Your touch is enough I forget who I am I don’t mind at all just to wait for your call With my heart on my sleeve and my head in my hands I’ve got the dime if you’ve got the time Me and Ma Bell will be perfectly clear I’m all alone with you on the phone But I’d still prefer to be holding you near
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Independence Day 03:03
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It was an Oklahoma sky on the fourth of July And everyone was at the parade ‘Cept for Pretty Boy Floyd and his boy Roy Who were trying to earn an honest day’s pay See Floyd me this feller in a Tulsa gin cellar Was a teller at the merchant’s bank Was a real nice guy, look you straight in the eye He just got loose lips when he drank So it wasn’t Floyd’s fault that he knew that the vault Would be full for the very next day When all of the jerks from the government works Would be in to get their government pay Well Roy was an ace at blowing a safe And the broke in the bank through the back It opened all right with a stick of dynamite And they loaded up their gunny sacks It was the type of situation you don’t find every day Floyd and Roy like a couple little boys Out the back door to make a getaway Well, Floyd had a girl who was the queen of his world With a smile from her crooked little mouth She was a hell of a lover, but she worked undercover For the Pinkerton boys down south When they got out the door there must have been more Than a dozen guns staring them down And they beat a retreat as fast as their feet Would let them turn themselves around Back out the front door to the corner of Fourth With the Pinkertons hot on their trail And they sped like a train to the corner of Main Where the parade had just set sail It was the kind of celebration you don’t see everyday Horses and cars and all the local stars, The Civil War vets and the fire brigade People standing on the street just a-tapping their feet And a-clapping and a-waiving their wands And the firecracker boys were making more noise Than the drummers in the high school marching band Floyd looked at Roy, then the Pinkerton boys Who were just about a half a block back He flashed a big grin and reached his hand in And pulled a fistful of twenties from the gunny sack Threw ‘em in the sky as the band marched by To the great delight of the crowd And in the melee the boys slipped away On a freight train headed for another town It was the type of celebration you don’t see everyday Floyd and Roy like a couple little boys Hopping a train to make a getaway Get away Get away
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Engine Engine #9 03:17
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Engine, engine number nine, Comin' down the railroad line, How much farther back did she get off? Old brown suitcase that she carried, I've looked for it everywhere, it Just ain't here among the rest, and I'm a little upset, yes, tell me... Engine, engine number nine, Comin' down the railroad line, I know she got on in Baltimore. A hundred and ten miles ain't much distance, But it sure do make a difference, I don't think she loves me anymore. I warned her of the dangers, Don't speak to strangers. If by chance she finds new romance, Warmer lips to kiss her, Arms to hold her tighter, Stirring new fires inside her, How I wish that it was me, instead of he That stands beside her. Engine, engine number nine, Comin' down the railroad line, I know she got on in Baltimore. A hundred and ten miles ain't much distance, But it sure do make a difference, I don't think she loves me anymore. No, I don't think she loves me any more
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Lost Bird 02:55
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Flew so high I got lost in the clouds Flew so high I never thought I’d ever come down Never thought I’d ever feel so alone Now I’m safe in your hand A lost bird coming home The day I left I left it all behind Whoever thought the world could be so unkind I always thought I’d make it out on my own Now I’m safely in your hands A lost bird coming home Had to fly before they clipped my wings Had to fly so I could sing Back when I knew everything Now I’m a lost bird coming home
12.
You've Got a Warrant (Out on My Affection) 05:38
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You’ve got a warrant out on my affection Got me all tied up inside But I might just run forever Cause I’m just starting to catch my stride I only feel the heat on the pavement When I’m barefoot on the street And sometimes when we’re together I get blisters on my feet Though there’s not a fight in sight I still keep my powder dry ‘Cause love can only keep me on the run I promise that I’ll hold you tight But promise me you’ll dry your eyes ‘Cause I’ll be gone before the morning comes And the times when you flew solo Through the canyons of my mind Are the times I best remember When I’m out there flying blind Though there’s not a fight in sight I still keep my powder dry ‘Cause love can only keep me on the run I promise that I’ll hold you tight But promise me you’ll dry your eyes ‘Cause I’ll be gone before the morning comes And when the windshield wipers And the radio keep time To and AM station’s waltzes Could anything be more sublime I may never get it right I don’t care how yard I try So someone tell me when we’re having fun I promise that I’ll hold you tight But promise me you’ll dry your eyes ‘Cause I’ll be gone before the morning comes
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Independence Day - Single 03:03
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It was an Oklahoma sky on the fourth of July And everyone was at the parade ‘Cept for Pretty Boy Floyd and his boy Roy Who were trying to earn an honest day’s pay See Floyd met this feller in a Tulsa gin cellar Was a teller at the merchant’s bank Was a real nice guy, look you straight in the eye He just got loose lips when he drank So it wasn’t Floyd’s fault that he knew that the vault Would be full for the very next day When all of the jerks from the government works Would be in to get their government pay Well Roy was an ace at blowing a safe  And they broke in the bank through the back It opened all right with a stick of dynamite And they loaded up their gunny sacks It was the type of situation you don’t find every day Floyd and Roy like a couple little boys Out the back door to make a getaway Well, Floyd had a girl who was the queen of his world With a smile from her crooked little mouth She was a hell of a lover, but she worked undercover For the Pinkerton boys down south When they got out the door there must have been more Than a dozen guns staring them down And they beat a retreat as fast as their feet Would let them turn themselves around Back out the front door to the corner of Fourth With the Pinkertons hot on their trail Then they sped like a train to the corner of Main Where the parade had just set sail It was the kind of celebration you don’t see everyday Horses and cars and all the local stars, The Civil War vets and the fire brigade People standing on the street just a-tapping their feet And a-clapping and a-waiving their wands And the firecracker boys were making more noise Than the drummers in the high school marching band Floyd looked at Roy, then the Pinkerton boys Who were just about a half a block back He flashed a big grin and reached his hand in And pulled a fistful of twenties from the gunny sack Threw ‘em in the sky as the band marched by  To the great delight of the crowd And in the melee the boys slipped away On a freight train headed for another town It was the type of celebration you don’t see everyday Floyd and Roy like a couple little boys Hopping a train to make a getaway Get away Get away ​
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Queen of Labrador City (Live Bonus Track) 04:18
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The subjects arrive at the castle Most every night of the week Looking for love and advice, And a drink would be nice, But they don’t know what it is that they seek. She’s the Queen of Labrador City, Wabush and all of the rest. She’ll pour you a beer, and lend you an ear. She rules all of Labrador West. We used to wake to the sound of the shovel Scraping the ore at first light. Now the mine is shut down, but we’re still in this town And the queen helps us get through the night. She had a Montreal prince in her younger days. Said he’d be coming back June. But he never returned, and her lesson was learned. Now the queen rules alone in this room. She’s the Queen of Labrador City, Wabush and all of the rest. She’ll pour you a beer, and lend you an ear She rules all of Labrador West. The slot machines sit in the corner. The jesters all sit at the bar. There’s a game on tonight, and the Molson tastes right, So I don’t think we need to go far. I hear the loons calling out the last call, And Gord’s singing his last song on TV. So raise a glass to the man, and one more for the band, And don’t forget a toast for the queen. She’s the Queen of Labrador City, Wabush and all of the rest. She’ll pour you a beer, and lend you an ear. She rules all of Labrador West. She’s the Queen of Labrador City, Wabush and all of the rest. She’ll pour you a beer, and lend you an ear. She rules all of Labrador West. And we’re still here in Labrador West.

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Americana music from Vermont

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released July 31, 2020

Vocals: Trevor Crist, Nicole Valcour
Guitars: Trevor Crist, Bill Mullins
Bass Guitar: John Spencer
Drums/Percussion: Trevor Crist, Nicole Valcour
Lap Steel Guitar: David Kamm

Produced by Trevor Crist
Recorded at The Carriage Barn, Sterling, VT
Mixed by Joe Egan, Egan Media
Mastered by Emily Lazar at The Lodge, NYC, assisted by Chris Allgood
All Songs byTrevor Crist, except “Engine Engine #9” (Roger Miller, 1965)

© ℗ 2020 Back Pasture Music/Trevor Crist.
All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.


Cover Photo “Old Glory” by Chris Stearns, 21mm Photography

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