Biography:
From the village of Makanda in extreme southern Illinois, in a little hollow called Vulture Valley, comes a "caustic acoustic cacophony" known as the Woodbox Gang. They have skillfully combined the American roots music styles of bluegrass, delta blues, folk, and traditional country with the aggressive delivery of punk rock to create their own style of music to which they have given the name "Trashcan Americana". The band is very interested in experimenting
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Other songs:
- 160 Years For My Crimes
- 665
- All Trouble Head
- Almost Enough
- Annie Dhydde
- Bad Men
- Bad Veins
- Better Place To Die
- Big Bang Yin Yang
- Black Yodel No 7
- Born With A Tail
- Butterfly
- Checkpoint Charlie
- Cheer Up The Devil
- Color Of Freedom
- Confidence Man
- Days Of Grunge
- Death Is Coming
- Devil Blues
- Dirty Sponge
- Dot Com Machine
- Drifters Ghost
- Drunk And Insane I Die Tonight
- Drunk As Dragons
- Drunk On Sunday
- Dusty Dozer And Grandpa
- Eat Drink And Be Dead
- Everybody But Me
- Family Night
- Farmers Tanblack Sedan
- Fiddlin With The Line
- First Rate Smokes
- Games Of Chance
- Gingerbread Man
- God Box Wagon
- God Fearin Woman
- Hard To Dig A Hole
- I Roll My Own
- If I Had My Druthers
- Im A Rolling Machine
- Italian Plumber Lawsuit
- Its A Beautiful World
- Let Em Break Your Bones
- Mow The Old Womans Yard
- Naked And Screaming And Covered In Blood
- Never Kissed A Girl
- Oh Woman
- On A Red Midnight
- One That Got Away
- Poor Jesus
- Sardine
- Savage Weiner Dogs
- Scarecrow
- Shadow Of Tom
- Showdown
- Sinners Love
- Skyclac
- Snake In The Grass
- Squirm Squirm Squirm
- Storm Blowing Slowly
- Strange Desert 1947
- The Devil Can Tell
- The Devils Train
- The Good Ole Days Of Grunge
- The Hanging Of Charlie Birger
- The Muse
- The Optimist
- The Panther Song
- The Termite Song
- They Came In Black
- Togey Water
- Tough Guy Blues
- Two Dollar Ticket
- Vampire Suicide
- Wrap It Up
- Wrong Side Of Town
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Band: Woodbox Gang
Album: Born With A Tail
Snake In The Grass
D5
VERSE 1
C D5
If I was a bird I'd build a big nest out of fiberglass and wigs and asbestos
C
D5
I'd weave cigarette butts in the strands of hair and plastic grocery bags with receipts
still there
C F C F
'Cause I'm a snake in the grass I'm a hook in the sea
D G A D5
I'm a bee in your flowers and I am a worm in the trees
VERSE 2
If I was a snake I'd find a bird nest I'd eat bird eggs 'til I got sick then I'd eat up
all the rest
I'd make myself throw up so I wouldn't gain weight nobody would see me and say “there
goes that big fat snake”
'Cause I'm a slap in your face I'm a kiss upon your nose
I'm a stab in your back and I am a ring upon your toes
VERSE 3
If I was a little boy I'd climb across the walls I play with my machine guns and I blow
up all my dolls
I'd see grandma in heaven grandpa in hell I'd go back to Sunday school if they'd let me
ring the bell
'Cause I'm a spade in your grave I'm a slave in you dreams
I'm a cramp in your gut and I am a drip in your jeans
VERSE 4
If I was a man I'd build an ugly home I'd raise a hundred cats and then I'd leave them
all alone
I'd never cut my hair I'd grow a big beard to cover up my scars and soak up all my tears
'Cause I'm a quirk in your brain I'm a clot in your heart
I'm a cry in the night and I am a shot in the dark
Album: Born With A Tail
Snake In The Grass
D5
VERSE 1
C D5
If I was a bird I'd build a big nest out of fiberglass and wigs and asbestos
C
D5
I'd weave cigarette butts in the strands of hair and plastic grocery bags with receipts
still there
C F C F
'Cause I'm a snake in the grass I'm a hook in the sea
D G A D5
I'm a bee in your flowers and I am a worm in the trees
VERSE 2
If I was a snake I'd find a bird nest I'd eat bird eggs 'til I got sick then I'd eat up
all the rest
I'd make myself throw up so I wouldn't gain weight nobody would see me and say “there
goes that big fat snake”
'Cause I'm a slap in your face I'm a kiss upon your nose
I'm a stab in your back and I am a ring upon your toes
VERSE 3
If I was a little boy I'd climb across the walls I play with my machine guns and I blow
up all my dolls
I'd see grandma in heaven grandpa in hell I'd go back to Sunday school if they'd let me
ring the bell
'Cause I'm a spade in your grave I'm a slave in you dreams
I'm a cramp in your gut and I am a drip in your jeans
VERSE 4
If I was a man I'd build an ugly home I'd raise a hundred cats and then I'd leave them
all alone
I'd never cut my hair I'd grow a big beard to cover up my scars and soak up all my tears
'Cause I'm a quirk in your brain I'm a clot in your heart
I'm a cry in the night and I am a shot in the dark
Woodface
Woodford Brownle (...)
Woodlock
Woodlore
Woodpigeon