Lyrics:
I've got a stepladder to the stars
I've got a toolkit in the woodshed
I've got a stepladder to the stars
It makes me laugh when people say
I make my
The Woodshed is burning up
Grab a pint mate, keep turning up
The people are coming round
Take a shot mate, get doused with love
We need a hero
Out behind the old woodshed
Snakes and snails and puppy tails
Sugar, spice, a push, a shove
A swing, a punch, to touch, to love
Out behind
She said 'There's something in the woodshed
And I can hear it breathing
It's such and eerie feeling, darling'
He said 'There's nothing in
She said 'There's something in the woodshed
And I can hear it breathing
It's such and eerie feeling, darling'
He said 'There's nothing in
a chance
That's when I saw
Howdy doody in the woodshed (going down on buffalo bob)
Howdy doody in the woodshed (going down on buffalo bob)
Howdy doody
to stand a chance
(That's when I saw)
Howdy Doody in the Woodshed (Goin' down on Buffalo Bob)
Howdy Doody in the Woodshed (Goin' down on Buffalo Bob)
be-long
I'll be in the woodshed
Lettin' my mind run free
Stackin' every answer I find, one at a time
It's a whiz-bang, good enough, thinkin' with my hands
drop the hammer
'Cause I'm down for the count but I'm far from dead
I'm going back to the woodshed
Paying all the bills down to my last dollar
Boss calls
too old to drive
It's like they're tryin' to bury me
While I'm still alive
I always wanted a son
I always wanted a woodshed
I always wanted
up in the hayloft rollin' around
Parked in the woodshed Saturday night
Grand Ole Opry by the dashboard light
Baby's on the bench seat ready to go
way out alive with the Woodshed Blues
Johnny kneeled and measured his feet
For the idiot's hall of fame
Janey shined a tarnished heart
And told
The Woodshed Is Full
(Dean Brody)
© ole Purple Cape Music (BMI)/Roots Three Music (SOCcN)
Giant snowflakes floatin' in the air
Red and green lights
Music, BMI
Produced by: Wyatt
Acoustic guitar: Wyatt Easterling, Wyatt's Woodshed Studio, Chapel Hill, NC
Cello and Viola: David Henry at David's House,
an aberration
The deranged acts a damaged mine
Concealed in his woodshed were no Sun can shine
Gutted butchered and head severed
Human remains recycled
Woodshed's nearly full up, might need another cord
Barn was feeling drafty, need to fix the broken boards
Winter's coming on
Winter's coming on
Indians in
Easterling
Considerable Music, ASCAP © 2018
Produced by Chris Rosser and Wyatt Easterling
Acoustic guitar: Wyatt Easterling -The Woodshed Studio, Chapel
by: Thomas Anderson Bookwalter for Thomas Anderson Music Production
Vocals recorded at Wyatt's Woodshed Studio, Chapel Hill, NC
Classical Guitar: Wyatt
the good times
That you wasted
Gonna take you out behind the woodshed
And put you down
I've got it going on
You were dead wrong about this girl
I do what it
This woodshed contains
All that I have done
And all that I must burn
Well, is it enough to eat on through bitter winds
Well, start the black stove
for you
Listen to that tenor saxophone
Never heard it played with such a tone
And when you get that lic'rish stick
Out in the woodshed, son
Why it's
as hell, I'm cold as ice, oh jailbait
Tell your daddy how you do me
Put the woodshed, do it to me, jailbait
What you see in daddy's eyes
Check the voice,
Ooh ooh
Mmhm
Mama's in the kitchen, Christmas on the stove
Daddy's in the woodshed with ax and overcoat
Everybody's helpin' to place and trim
behind the woodshed
Say you're my child, come on in
Well I know I'll never be perfect
Sinful ways is part of a man
I keep praying for forgiveness
Lord
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