Good Sons and Daughters

by Jack Hotel

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1.
Fairchild 02:33
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
2.
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
3.
Low So Low 03:21
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
Iodine 03:24
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
7.
Tobias 04:35
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?
8.
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
9.
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
10.
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

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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 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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