Fergus Plinko (EP)

by Fergus Plinko

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released 11 September 2011
Performed by: Fergus Plinko

Brian Roberts - Vocals/Guitar
Keith Raney - Bass/Vocals
Haley Flemming - Fiddle
Jesse Mueller - Keyboards
James Crimmings - Drums

*Joe Cimarelli - Pedal Steel on Shenandoah

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Track Name: Sweet Gina
Sweet Gina
Written by: Brian Roberts

I was drinking on Sunday at the Dubliner with Hans
Thinking it was well worth all the shit I had to pawn
You were yikyaking with Earl and you turned and smiled at me
I saw your dark eyes and I was gone

You called me on the phone and it made me feel alright
with a bottle of rum I anticipated what to do that night
You rolled in about 3 and woe is always me
the rum was gone and so was I

I know that you and me will never be Sweet Gina
but damned is the man who doesn't try
I'll lay it on the line, I'll drink you in like summer wine
I guess I'll just have to let the free bird fly

You took me to the river and it gave me a little joy
I didn't know you'd bring along your latest fucking toy
You took him in the tent and left me outside to get bent
So I had a little drink all by myself

I listened to the river and it sang me a little song
the trees told me that they knew about you all along
they told me where I stood, that you're no fucking good
and down with you is not where I belong

Can't you hear the words flow
from the mouth of the crow
hear that shit coming on the breeze

Can't you hear the words flow
from the mouth of the crow
hear that shit coming on the breeze

My momma never told me about sweet little girls like you
that's one I had to learn all on my own
but gina can't you see that you're honeywine to me
if you'd just throw me a fucking bone
Track Name: Floated Away
Floated Away
Written by: Brian Roberts

I saw the moon beaming
I realized how small you are
My consciousness lifted and all the clouds shifted
I floated away

I floated away from all of your bullshit
I away from all of your games
and I floated away from the chains you would have me wear

When you talk of love I'm reminded of a little boy
when you talk of love I know that it's true
that you never knew a damn thing about love
and I never knew a damn thing about you

I floated away from all of your bullshit
I floated away from all of your games
and I floated away from the chains you would have me wear

I floated away from all of your guilt trips
I floated away from your drunken phone calls
I floated away from what you are doing right now
Track Name: American Made
American Made
Written by: Brian Roberts

I was born in the north in the land of the free
proud of my country so true
but the land that I love, it has been bought and sold
I wonder who I made my pledge to

They strip all our rights to protect us it's said
but I wasn't born yesterday
Big brother tries to reign in the things that we know
and his pockets get fatter each day

I'm not a number and I'm not a name
and I'm not a game to be played
I'm not a child, a pawn, or a dog
and I'm still American Made

The house it goes empty and the debtors they call
our best laid plans they all fail
the powers that be they make crooks of us all
and they can't wait to put us in jail



New laws are made each and every day
and the police they stand at the door
I've got a message, just leave us alone
you vampires, you thieves, and you whores

the Constitution's not there to paper your walls
to cross out the words as you please
the way a fool misinterprets the bible
has nothing to do with me

freedom of religion is the first thing we learned
we forgot about that shit real soon
I'll worship Christ, the Devil, or Thor
or the shadows the wind and the moon

I shun Democrats and Republicans too
and I won't be put in a cage
the senators act like they're doing us right
but in the end they all vote the same way

they've pissed on the poor and they've pissed on the weak
on the natives and on Mexico too
but one of these days they'll pay for their sins
and I hope I'm alive when they do