Live at Wolf Trap

by Bumper Jacksons

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Rain Who else is playing this stuff like this let alone writing originals?! Nobody does it like Bumper Jacksons. Not generally a fan of live recordings but sound is excellent. I'm an audiophile with over 2,500 recordings and they remain in heavy rotation on my playlists. Also check out Bumper Jacksons Duo who we booked for one of our house concerts next year. - Rain at The Refuge Favorite track: Clap Hands.
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1.
I lived my whole life Never knowing I was a bell Until the moment I was lifted up and struck We emerged as a moon in night A kinesthetic blinding light We melted each other down and then back up I sing the body (Put your back into it) I resonate the body (Put your mind into it) Oo baby, won't you give me some Of that rainbow light slipping off of your tongue I wanna run, run, run Stretch me tight like the skin of a drum I celebrate a second birth The morning that my ferns unfurled For the first time, I could receive the sun I penetrate and oscillate into the flow Synthesize and recognize until I know Humans are made of nothing but love I sing the body (Put your back into it) I resonate the body (Put your mind into it) Oo baby, it ain't that hard Get on your feet and raise up your arms I want to lift your heart If you don't move it can't be art I sing the body (Put your back into it) I resonate the body (Put your mind into it) The Universe is wrapped in string It can't do nothing but shake that thing I wanna ring, ring, ring Like a sweet, sweet bell on God's own wing I sing the body (Put your back into it) I resonate the body (Put your mind into it) Oo baby I love you so From the folds of your brain to the stretch of your toes I wanna go, go, go I want to love your soul I sing the body (Put your back into it) I resonate the body (Put your mind into it) Oh love, we are soul embrace In a moment of life time turned it's face I wanna race, race, race Jump off the world into the unknown Grace
2.
Come all you Virginia girls and listen to my noise Don't you go a-courtin’ no a-courtin’ no boys If you do your fortune'll be Johnny cake and venison and sassafras tea Johnny cake and venison and sassafras tea When he come a courtin' I'll tell you what he'll say First he'll say, did your daddy shoot a bear? Then he'll say as he sits down, Honey, can you bake them Johnny cakes brown Honey, can you bake them Johnny cakes brown When you marry he will take you to the Black Jack Hills. There you'll stay, there you'll make your will. There you'll stay and stare into space Empty as your bottle for the rest of your days Empty as your bottle for the rest of your days When he build a house, he build it with log walls Don't have windows; none at all! When it rains, the tin roofs shouts If you soak your bread now then you’ll never get out If you soak your bread now then you’ll never get out Sitting with the dogs will make a woman look mean Pawn shop hair and alabaster sheen Bury all the mirrors so you don’t have to look You stole my youth but that’s all you took You stole my youth But in the Black JackHills there’s an uncovered hole The men don’t follow, the men don’t know Women hold the matches, and drink the whiskey down When the moon is misty take the long way home When the moon is misty take the long way home
3.
River 03:42
When the whiskey ain't workin And I take no comfort in a toke When my pills are all placebos My cigarettes they're all broke I reach for you in an empty bed And I know you're with those other boys I see your face in every crowd, I hear your voice in their noise That's when the night becomes my refugee When I can be alone But on that levee I hear those sirens, They're calling me to come home Yes the river she calls me: Sweet baby child Don't you cry Come in to the comfort of my water's so deep And sleep and sleep Sweet child of my mine Close your eyes I'll hold you 'til you don't hurt no more An carry you to that golden shore ooo ooo ooo ooo
4.
Jubilee 03:00
Coffee grows on the white oak tree River flows with brandy I got a gal who's sweet and kind Sweet as sugar candy Swing and turn Jubilee, live and learn, jubilee Some come round on Saturday Some come round on Sunday If I had my pretty little miss You wouldn't see me 'till Monday Swing and turn Jubilee, live and learn, jubilee If I had no horse to ride I'd be found a 'crawlin' Up and down this mountainside Searchin' for my darlin' Swing and turn Jubilee, live and learn, jubilee Saddle up my milk white steed I would be the rider Headed on down to the cider mill Fetch a jug of cider Swing and turn Jubilee, live and learn, jubilee
5.
Go on and leave me like you want to I know your love for me is gone, long gone I’ve got this bottle by my side, to keep me satisfied So you and your memory can just move on Chorus I’ve got my whiskey, I don’t need you It keeps me warmer every night than you could ever do I’ve got my whiskey, I don’t need you And its sticking with me right here at home You’re a cold, heartless woman treatin’ me like a stranger all the time So this beard on my face has taken your hands’ place Who needs a woman with a fuzzy face sweater like mine? Chorus You go and spend my money On your nightly barroom spree Those honky tonkin’ men won’t ever call you back again while I’ve got a faithful lady at home a-waiting for me Chorus Now love may fade away and beards turn grey And the most faithful dogs still go to the grave All the things of this world will pass away when we die But while the sun’s still burning there will be moonshine Chorus
6.
I've got the lonesome blues for you my love I'm walking home on worn-down, drunk feet I've got the lonesome blues for you, my dear Why did I leave you for New Orleans? I went off in search for the land of gold I come home with pockets full of mud Holding on to should's and what-if's like seeds Tell me, can I still be loved? I've got the lonesome blues for you, my love So I'm drinking away my land of dreams. I've got the lonesome blues for you my love I'm walking home on worn-down, drunk feet I've got the lonesome blues for you, my dear I miss you in New Orleans I went off in search for the land of gold I come home with pockets full of mud Holding on to should's and what-if's like seeds Tell me, can I still be loved?
7.
Clap Hands 04:46
Sane, sane, they're all insane Fireman's blind, the conductor is lame A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more The moon in the window and a bird on the pole We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more Moon in the window and a bird on the pole Always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime All the way to Baltimore and running out of time Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole They all went to heaven in a little row boat Clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands Well, clap hands, well, clap hands Oh, clap hands, clap hands
8.
Some day about twenty-five years from now, When we've all grown old from a-wondering how, Oh we'll all sit down at the city dump, And talk about the Goodle Days. Oh you'll pass the joint and I'll pass the wine, And anything good from a-down the line. A lot of good things went down one time, Back in the Goodle Days. The Good Old Days are past and gone. A lot of good people have done gone on. That's my life when I sing this song about Back in the Goodle Days Sometimes I get to thinkin' that we're almost done, And there ain't nothin' left that we can figure out. And I guess it must have seemed a lot more like that Back in the Goodle Days, When ya gotta go, ya gotta go. There's always somebody don'tcha know, A-hangin' round a-sayin' "Well I told you so", Back in the Goodle Days. The Good Old Days are past and gone. A lot of good people have done gone on. That's my life when I sing this song about Back in the Goodle Days Oh we'll all join hands and we'll gather round, When that old guitar starts to make that sound. A lot of good things went down downtown, Back in the Goodle Days. We's in love with the people that we hadn't even met, Out for anything that we could get. Oh we did it then and we'll do it yet, Back in the Goodle Days. The Good Old Days are past and gone. A lot of good people have done gone on. That's my life when I sing this song about Back in the Goodle Days
9.
Then that's got shall have Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is news Mama, may have, papa, may have But God, bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Yes, the strong gets more While the weak one's fade Empty pockets don't, ever make the grade Mama, may have, papa, may have But God, bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Money, you've got lots of friends They're crowding 'round your door But when you're gone and spending ends They don't come no more Rich relations give Crusts of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Mama, may have, papa, may have But God, bless the child that's got his own That's got his own He just don't worry about nothin' 'Cause he's got his own Yes he's got his own
10.
Mama don't want no peas ,no rice, no cocoanut oil Mama don't want no peas ,no rice, no cocoanut oil Mama don't want no peas, no rice Mama don't want no cocoanut oil She just keep her brandy handy all the day Mama don't want no gin 'cause it's bound to make her sin Mama don't want no glass of gin 'cause it's bound to make her sin Mama don't want no gin 'Cause it's bound to make her sin It makes her feel hot and bothered all the day Mama she likes that rum, it fills her so with fun Mama she likes that rum, it fills her so with fun Mama she say she likes that rum, 'Cause it fills her so with fun It makes her feel like whoopie all the day Mama complains she got a pain across her chest Mama complains she got a pain across her chest Mama complains she got a pain She says the reason's very plain The food that papa gave her won't digest Mama lay down to sleep last night, she said she feelin' cold Mama lay down to sleep last night, she said she feelin' cold Mama lay down to sleep last night, she told She said was feelin' oh so cold She said papa, he must be getting old Mama don't want no peas ,no rice, no cocoanut oil Mama don't want no peas ,no rice, no cocoanut oil Mama don't want no peas, no rice Mama don't want no cocoanut oil She just keep her brandy handy all the day
11.
Gonna walk down that dirt road 'til someone will let me ride Gonna walk down that dirt road 'til someone will let me ride If I can't find my baby I'm gonna run away and hide Well, I been pacing round the room, hoping maybe she come back Pacing round the room, hoping maybe she come back Well, I been praying for salvation Laying round in a one-room country shack Gonna walk down that dirt road, until my eyes begin to bleed Gonna walk down that dirt road, until my eyes begin to bleed 'Til there's nothing left to see 'Til the chains have been shattered and I been freed Gonna walk down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun Gonna walk down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun Rolling through the rain and hail, searching for the sunny side of love Gonna walk down that dirt road 'til someone will let me ride Gonna walk down that dirt road 'til someone will let me ride If I can't find my baby I'm gonna run away and hide
12.
Alrighty then

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We recorded this delightful quilt of sounds at the famed Barns of Wolf Trap in Vienna, VA this past January. A sold-out crowd helped us along with claps, shouts and love. There's new, fresh originals on here, but also songs we've been playing for years. Something that continues to amaze us is how much our musical ideas change through the years of our live performances. The classic traditional tune "Jubilee" sounds NOTHING like it did on our studio recording, and our neither did our favorite Tom Waits cover "Clap Hands." The musical moments we made in "God Bless the Child" on this particular night were precious and unique, and we will never sound quite like that again. We are a consistently dynamic, evolving force. Our arrangements are dense and complex, but our individual creative expression bursts out in moments of playful improvisation. Our music is so joyful. And we continue to get better and better. We're proud to share evidence of that with you here. This is the Bumper Jacksons in action. "Live at Wolf Trap" is a beauty and we're excited to release it.
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released August 14, 2019

Recorded, Mix, and Mastered by Don Godwin

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Bumper Jacksons Washington, D.C.

The Bumper Jacksons are hot and sweet, painting America's story by scrapping together new sounds from forgotten 78's.  Honored as the region's 2015 "Artist of the Year" and "Best Folk Band" from 2013-2015 at the Washington Area Music Awards, the Bumper Jacksons are playfully creative with their originals and re-imagining roots music with both power and tenderness. ... more

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