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Live at the New South Showcase

by Joe Cat

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gregory frederick An American original ! Athens GA Live Music supports ! Favorite track: Factory Lines.
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High Life 03:59
Made it through the war we fought, the one back in Vietnam Couldn't afford to hide out in a school Fixin cars to make it through, couldn't fix the holes in my shoes But the kids were happy with the little that they had 80 hours a week was not enough, to give my wife everything she wants Always threat-nin me to hit the road, Stay at home beats on the kids, takes her ignorance out on them They tell me at night lord, all that she's done. Every day with the rising sun, say I love you but she breaks my heart. Better off join back, to punch the clock One day soon I'll stay in bed, that'll be the morning when she wakes up dead. Or the day her tracks head on out of town Chorus: So I guess I'll have to work a little more, Guess Ill have to die out in the sun Welcome back to the High Life everyone Welcome back to the highlife my son
The shadow of the train made a strobe on the earth That grew larger than life a thousand words worth Parallaxing land confuses the brain Eastern or Western towards going or staying It feels wide open, under Western skies dreams look just like, the way we planned And we pull in the driveway home & In a Blink and a Breath, it’s all gone A break in the heavens points out on the scene abandoned farm silos and rusted machines A place to be buried on top of the land Bleached by heat From suns distant flame
I am the watchman Counting my steps Bricks in this building And, every last breath I got, three in my rifle And a anti-bullet vest Dont you think I did some wrong Cause Im one of Americas best Did some tours of duty In sandy foreign lands Lost one of my jungle-boots Hunting the Taliban When I, sleep at night, It's Phantom pains & memories of my leg Why do I have to feel so wrong Am I still one of Americas best Years gone by now Married, raising kids Sweeping floors for rich folk High on prescription meds Know Im a, hard working Veteran, They dont see, the war in my head A problem for someone else to handle Forget I’m, one of Americas best Im still the watchman Not doing fine Dying at the VA In their, cancer treatment line Do you, think the’ll still bury me With my medals on my chest Cause they, act like I did them wrong But I was one of Americas best
Like the dust across the plain Years behind the wagon trains We follow in your shoes Old engine pumps my water Tornado warnings on my motorola praying in the cellar gets us through Small graveyard towns, Feels like we dont belong here Its all sacred ground old mud houses & grassland Interstate traffics far away Interstate traffics far away from this home town Looks like they rolled up main street thats ok, because we have a dollar tree three stations on the tube Tired as hell from a day at the grainery Back to the wife & the 40 acre family Cause of them I can not loose What if we, sleep like Kansas where the sky, meets the land like canvas We're ships out on it’s sea’s Windmills wave goodbye Foreword to, the next painted sky See you in our dreams
How many hours do we have in a week, just to make sure that my kids will eat Had a new beginning bout a dozen times Always working on the factory lines Minimum wage or less you see Is what I bring to my family We have nothin', but we have it all Cause I work the line on the factory floor No gold watch , no ticket hoe just a message on my telephone Dont bother common back they say, Factory's gone overseas away Now Ill probably die in pain Health care costs to much these days Dont matter that Im red, white, and blue USMC and some other tattoos Bell rings and I walk the line, makin' that stuff till closing time I gave up on getting ahead, the government won't care when were dead.
I live down in Silver-thread City. working in a sawmill most of my life Never want to move from Silver-thread City This is where I found my beautiful wife To get the logs to the mill in Silver-thread City We have to un-jam the river with big long pikes There’s not a church in Silver-thread City But in the hospital tent you’ll pray for your life But in the hospital tent you’ll pray for your life Lots of single girls in Silver-thread City Married men see them as widowed-wives Hearts and souls are strong in Silver-thread City In lovers arms they cry through the night Im an old man at 20 in Silver-thread City All this hard living took time off my side Our train pulls out from Silver-thread City At 20 years old well start a new life.
Marshal Law 05:41
Past the bridge at county line, lives a good friend of mine, blasting Johnny 99 His old trucks full, of new fruit jars Travelin' with ghosts and scars, Avoiding, behind the bars Were Gonna make it out alive, When we make it out of here. Only the tough ones can survive, While the rest just disappear. And you dream for days, about the train & the river And you dream for days, about the train & the river And you dream for days, about the train & the river Work all week, with nothin’ to show. A car that never goes, Past all the debt that grows Brown eyed susan in the mason jar To pay bills,we turn from law Feed our kids & fool them all Tug the barge down to deliver It’s a dark night on the river As I glide past the sleeping town Nations blind, caught up in Marshall Law As our, War Wounds grow sore They all show me the door
Building the road, that follows the tracks. Leading straight back to nowhere Power-lines lean, away from the wind Sun rise lights up all who live there. This path never ends, Nor this crew that I'm' in. A hardworking life is a good one. I feel bad for the ones, That travel this land And each night, Return back to no one. As each traveler pass I cant help but ask How can they afford to come here Cause for 12 hours a day We work and we slave And barley able to meet ends Building the road, that follows the tracks. Leading straight back to nowhere Power-lines lean, away from the wind Sun rise lights up all who live there. Roads Never traveled and dreams unfifilled Just swinging a pick axe and paying the bills As the breeze from the cars blows dust in my mouth that road never traveled keeps kicking me down
Red Hawk 04:14
There it is again, Watchin’ over me Just as I forget You’re right back on my wing Right there by my side Everywhere I go All the lows & Mountain Highs When I thought I was alone First time I saw it there beside the road waved a wing, I said a prayer That don’t happen on it’s own Be in another state many miles away And see that hawk again never once looking afraid Then it came to be next I saw your wings Souls watchin’ you & me Watchin’ out for everything'


Recorded this year at Vega Studios in Athens GA during a live broadcast of Caroline Aikens New South Showcase show. Real live recording.


released January 2, 2019

Joe Cat- Vocals, guitar
James Aurelio - Percussion
John Neff - Pedal Steel

Recorded at Vega Studios, Athens GA by,
Clay Hinson


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Joe Cat Athens, Georgia

Joe Cat is an Americana Singer/Songwriter living in Athens Georgia. His Americana style gained many of it’s roots from that sound. Joe Cat is a veteran troubadour, traveling the country and playing his music for everyone.
Prior to a life as a musician Joe Cat worked as a factory worker, a U.S. Marine, and many other low wage, blue collar jobs. His sound is Americana.
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