Good Sons and Daughters

by Jack Hotel

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released May 23, 2014

(c) 2014 Jack Hotel. Recorded by Matty Sanders at Fuse Recording in Lincoln, NE. Produced by Jack Hotel. Mixed by Matty Sanders and Jack Hotel. Mastered by Doug Van Sloun at Focus Mastering in Omaha, NE. All songs by Günter Voelker.

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Jack Hotel Lincoln, Nebraska

Jack Hotel contains multitudes. A listen to their sophomore release, Voices from the Moon, reveals a range that encompasses Ry Cooder and Leo Kottke, Gillian Welch and Townes Van Zandt, Mississippi John Hurt and Etta Baker--but this band is no mere product of its influences. Since their start in 2012, Jack Hotel has proven itself one of the best, and most original, folk acts in the midwest. ... more

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Track Name: Fairchild
Apple tree, oh, apple tree
How far below the ground do your roots grow?
Apple tree, oh, apple tree
How far below the ground do your roots grow?
Fairchild, oh, fairchild
You're gonna have to dig if you wanna know

Meadowlark, oh, meadowlark
Take me with you when you're taking wing
Meadowlark, oh, meadowlark
Take me with you when you're taking wing
Fairchild, oh, fairchild
I don't wanna talk I just wanna sing

Laudanum, oh, laudanum
Why does my baby treat me so mean?
Laudanum, oh, laudanum
Why does my baby treat me so mean?
Go to sleep, little fairchild,
When you wake up in the morning you will see
Track Name: Sideways Lightning Blues
Sideways lightning splitting up the sky
Sideways lightning splitting up the sky
Sideways lightning splitting up the sky
Weatherman says that rain'll come by and by

What are you doing with that white dress on?
What are you doing with that white dress on?
What are you doing with that white dress on?
Don't you know we're waiting on a thunderstorm?

With your hair so pretty and your bun all sewed up right
With your hair so pretty and your bun all sewed up right
With your hair so pretty and your bun all sewed up right
You look like a storm would do you right

Sideways lightning dance over Salt Creek
Sideways lightning dance over Salt Creek
Sideways lightning dance over Salt Creek
Don't you wanna give me just a little sideways peek?

I'm flat broke with the sideways lightning blues
I'm flat broke with the sideways lightning blues
I'm flat broke with the sideways lightning blues
I wish I had me some sideways lightning shoes

Sideways lightning splitting up the sky
Sideways lightning splitting up the sky
Sideways lightning splitting up the sky
Weatherman says that rain'll come by and by
Track Name: Low So Low
My baby, she left me on a Friday
Cleared out the closet of her clothes
I begged and I pleaded and I wrung my hands and cried
But she’d made up her mind for to go
She’d made up her mind for to go

I woke up on Sunday with a fever
My body was achin’, I was low, so low
If I don’t get back to the woman that I love, Lord,
I’ll die with this fever in my soul, Lord, Lord,
I will die with this fever in my soul

John Henry was born for toil
John Henry was a steel driving man
If I don’t get back to that good gal of mine, Lord,
I’ll die with this hammer in my hand, Lord, Lord,
I will die with this hammer in my hand
Track Name: Lady About Town
Got a real wild woman, Lord, she stays out all night
My friends say she’s cheatin’ but I’m not that bright
She’s a real wild woman, a regular lady about town
And I’m a real bad sucker, ‘cause when she gets back I’ll be around

Sit and listen to the train a-runnin’ all night long
I pick my guitar and I sing right along
Ooooooo, regular lady about town
And I’m a real bad sucker, ‘cause when she gets back I’ll be around

Go out to the restaurant, the waiter knows her name,
Go out to the bar, and it’s the same damn thing
She’s a real wild woman, a regular lady about town
And I’m a real bad sucker, ‘cause when she gets back I’ll be around

If I had a dime for every time she never called
I’d have a stack of dimes and that's about all
She’s a real wild woman, a regular lady about town
And I’m a real bad sucker, ‘cause when she gets back I’ll be around
Track Name: Throwing Pennies
I remember her from second grade, looking pretty in her winter coat
With a birthmark on her face and a purple scarf around her throat
We pledged allegiance to the flag, pledged allegiance to ourselves
Did the years really go that fast? Does anyone become someone else?

Her stomach was an open flame, and her tongue just like a firebrand
I remember how my leg would shake when that little girl held my hand
She didn’t even know my name, but her hair smelled like banana

Did I feel like I knew you, Diana?
Why did I feel like I knew you, Diana?

I remember a field trip, throwing pennies from the capitol
Someone told us that the street would split, but we didn’t see it crack at all
I saw her again in ‘98, filling station in Arapahoe
There was recognition in her face, but she acted like she did not know
There was recognition in her face, but she acted like she did not know

Why did I feel like I knew you, Diana?
Why did I feel like I knew you, Diana?

I remember when I read the news, saw her name and picture on A1
Her cheeks were hollow and her hair was blue, and the birthmark somehow gone
Local Woman Drowns Herself and Child, I could hardly stand to read the rest
I forgot to breathe for a while for the heavy feeling in my breast

Where do you go when you think about Diana?
I see a girl who’s living in my mind
I hear a song playing softly on piano

Why did I feel like I knew you, Diana?
Why did I feel like I knew you, Diana?

Now and then someone says her name, how her heart was cut from stone
I remember her from second grade, looking pretty in her winter coat
Track Name: Iodine
They call me the doctor, I’ve been cooking for a year
Come knock on my door one time, and I know you’ll reappear
I’m a rolling operator, operate you up a batch
I just need sixteen hours to cook it up from scratch

I find an empty field under the cloak of night
The moon changes color like a shot of iodine
My dad made busthead whiskey, so I guess it’s in my blood
And by the light of the moon he filled up the jugs
He filled up the jugs

When I lived in Vancouver, where I was cutting wood
I met a cook named Daniel who taught me how to cook it good
I moved to North Dakota to cover my own ground
Was only there for about a week before they tried to shut me down
They tried to shut me down

I’m a rolling operator, I’m always on the run
In Beulah, North Dakota, man, they killed my wife and son
The moon is low and orange like the bottom of a pan
The moon is glowing red like the heart of man

The moon is low and orange like the bottom of a pan
The moon is glowing red like the heart of man
Track Name: Tobias
My name is Tobias, I’ll keep my last name to myself
I robbed the service station on 13th and South
I had lost my straight job, and so had Kathleen
Hers and my supply had run out of methamphetamine

It was my brother’s pistol, but he had moved away
And in the crawlspace it had remained patient for that day
The girl behind the counter, no more than twenty-four
That old jack of diamonds was tattooed on her arm

She did not push the button, but she must have moved too sharp
I pulled the trigger, turned around, and ran into the dark

Follow your headlights, mind not to go too fast,
Hear that pistol’s sharp report, see its blinding muzzle flash
I don’t know if I killed her, the papers didn’t say
I dialed the station’s number one time and hung up right away

Sleep comes too quickly and I don’t like what I dream
Being alone is pretty damn hard, and harder when you’re clean
I don’t know when they’ll find me, but I know it will be soon
They’ll find me in a fallow field, howling at the moon

This is my confession, but it also is my plea
Won’t you redirect Kathleen if she’s asking after me?
Track Name: Dead Man's Run
Got a daughter living up in Michigan
Had a son who died at my own hand
Served twenty-two years in Huntsville prison
I ain’t gonna see no promised land

The streetlamp on the water looks so pretty
Bottles catching light like it’s the sun
On the Texas Eagle I turned fifty
Now I’m living under the bridge at Dead Man’s Run

Got a friend named Speed and he’s half-crazy
Says we ought to lift somebody’s ride
Got an open bottle of rotgut whiskey
I want to move but my body is so tired

Spring is when the wind starts breathing sweetly
By summertime, that breeze is good and gone
In fall the sun goes down too early
Now I’m living under the bridge at Dead Man’s Run

Preacher at the mission says salvation
Is for anyone who wants to be free
But any Jesus truly worth the knowing
Would not want a thing to do with me

San Francisco’s hard and always foggy
And New Mexico’s no place to be alone
On the Texas Eagle I turned fifty
Now I’m living under the bridge at Dead Man’s Run

In fall the sun goes down awful early
Now I’m living under the bridge at Dead Man’s Run
Track Name: No More Straight Life Blues
I was playing dice and eight-or-better stud
Came home without a dollar to my name
Home without a dollar to my name
Molly, she was hitting me, scratching at my face
Home without a dollar to my name

I shot that woman, I shot her in the heart
I can’t live the straight life anymore
I can’t live the straight life anymore
When I saw what I had done, with my Molly on the floor,
I knew I could not live the straight life anymore

If I don’t have my good gal to keep my blankets warm
I do not care if I live or die
I do not care if I live or die
But I can’t go back to prison, so like a mole I’ll hide
I do not care if I live or die

Got a friend in Omaha who’s got a place to stay
Soon enough I will be on my way
Soon enough I will be on my way
Children, always listen to what your mamas say
Soon enough I will be on my way
Track Name: A Better Angel
You got in trouble out in Denver
So you had to up and leave
You headed south toward the border
By the light of your high beams
No one knows you in Durango
You can start over again
Put your cards on the table,
You’re gonna need a better angel
If you wanna stay ahead

Looking back over your shoulder
Watching for a pair of lights
You scan the dashboard for a quarter
For filling station apple pie
Another sour cup of coffee
Wishing, Lord, that you were high
Even though it might be painful
You’re gonna need a better angel
To make it over the next rise

But being straight will drive you crazy
Praying only makes you cry
From the time you are a baby
You’re plenty old enough to die
The blackest crow that ever flew here
Flew through boughs so green and tall
And the wing will knock the cradle
You’re gonna need a better angel
If you’re trying not to fall

And the wing will knock the cradle
You’re gonna need a better angel
If you’re trying not to fall