Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~

Drunk driver, drunk diver you shouldn't be a live, yer so lucky it went down the way that it went down (you clown)

drunk driver, drunk driver you'll be getting tried, yer still lucky it went down the way that it went down (Wo now)

it was just a bad mistake thinking your friends you could take sure they may have egged you on but they won't be your friends for long

(solo)

drunk driver, drunk driver you could've looked inside, yer self to see if you could stop inner wiseman knowledge drop

drunk driver, drunk driver why don't you just get high, yer odds of flying off the road go down with green so I've been told

it was all a bad, bad day just gonna throw it all away as soon as I've done all my time sorry kids it's camping time

(solo)

drunk driver, drunk driver give me a high five, yer doing really all you can to change and be a better man

drunk driver, drunk driver you're funny talkin' jive, yer slurring speech and spinning turns red lights flash and you will learn

it was all a secret plan to put a dent into a man who otherwise was without stain now one of you a plain ole Jane

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~

Red Rover… Red Rover… [Verse 1]

In the mud and the rain, where the poppies will grow

We huddle together, the boys that I know

The sergeant is calling, his voice cold and low

“Get ready, men, soon it’s time for the show” [Pre-Chorus]

Hands linked in a chain like the game from our youth

But this isn’t playtime—this is cold, bitter truth [Chorus]

Red Rover, Red Rover, send Bobby right over!

He charges the hill as the cannons take over

Red Rover, Red Rover, the bullets fly closer

Sending him over… to the arms of his maker Red Rover, Red Rover, send them all over

One by one falling like leaves in October [Verse 2]

Letters from home, full of hope and of pride

They don’t know the horror on this other side

The wire is tangled, the ground soaked in red

We bury our brothers where the living once tread [Chorus]

Red Rover, Red Rover, send Willie right over!

His laughter is silenced as death pulls him over

Red Rover, Red Rover, no more will he rover

The fields claim another—game over and over [Bridge]

(slower, stripped back, emotional—solo voice + piano)

How many more names will this rover demand?

How many young lives in this no-man’s land?

Mothers and sweethearts will wait by the door

For sons who went over and won’t come back no more [Final Chorus – building with full choir and orchestra]

Red Rover, Red Rover, the whole line goes over!

The youth of a nation lost in the clover

Red Rover, Red Rover, the war keeps on calling

Sending them over… till no one’s left standing [Outro]

(fade with echoing vocals and repeating Am – Dm vamp, distant bugle call dissolving into silence)

Red Rover… send them over…

Red Rover… they’re all over…

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~

Mixed by Ronald Allen Bell for G-Dawg Radio~

Original version can be found on our sister station, Sleepy Dawg podcast~

The song tells the story of a woman so heartbroken by her lover that she walks out into a blizzard to kill herself.

written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~

[strange solo]

bombs in the sky boots on the ground (come and take a shot at me) (better hit the ground)

boats on the water birds in the air (missiles up and off) (screaming everywhere)

I didn't start this war the fire it had burned before (he was only just a pup) (of 2 or 3 or 4)

Como-so-may-coco-rock como-so-mo-frue (boom boom go the scatter bombs) (the ones that make it through)

telly-telly-ro-ro-nock telly belly true (whistlin' sounds round these here parts) (are bullets passin' through)

drones in the air boots at the door (hello there it's the soldier man) (let's go head and start this war)

bombs in the sky boots on the ground (come and take a shot at me) (better hit the ground)

boats on the water birds in the air (missiles up and off) (screaming everywhere)

I didn't start this war the fire it had burned before (he was only just a pup) (of 2 or 3 or 4)

Como-so-may-coco-rock como-so-mo-frue (boom boom go the scatter bombs) (the ones that make it through)

telly-telly-ro-ro-nock telly belly true (whistlin' sounds round these here parts) (are bullets passin' through)

drones in the air boots at the door (hello there it's the soldier man) (let's go head and start this war)

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~

they said it's hot outside they said the air is sick the water it is dirty and the food is processed shit

our politics are wrong and religion is to blame identity is a culture to be normal is insane

to kill is to be righteous to take is justified imprisonment don't work so just let them all outside

take what it is you want without consequence or thought like you deserve a thing evil souls have all been bought

yippity-yap (just shut your traps) you watch too much TeeVee (you really don't know jack) They got you in a rage (like a rhino smoking crack) stop with all the politics (shut your freaking trap)

(Solo)

they said you the shot if you mean to survive the virus it will get you it will surely end your life

they left the big stores open And the amazon still flowed while we suffered locked inside wearing masks and plastic clothes

to control it is not freedom that steers another's moves but these commies they bleed them if they're in the proper mood

take what it is they want without consequence or thought when it is that you complain is when it is that you'll get shot

yippity-yap (just shut your traps) you watch too much TeeVee (you really don't know jack) They got you in a rage (like a rhino smoking crack) stop with all the politics (shut your freaking trap)

(solo)

written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~

I invited them all over I had the perfect plan The party would be perfect talked about across the land

everyone was coming Easter would be all the rage all the party needed was some food to set the stage

my dad was making ribs perhaps a little lamb sweet potatoes and some figs roasted slowly in the pan

it was then I realized I'd forgotten to ask grams but I needed not to call her I just telepathed some ham

Telepathic ham, oh, yes, telepathic ham This wouldn't be the first time that you pulled me from a jam Everyone can just bring something and the day would go as planned, no let's go ahead and make it, a telepathic ham

I had to test my theory, so I called upon my dad as Easter it drew near, he would have a grand ole plan

he asked of who was coming and of what each said they'd bring quick with the answer he was not surprised when ham would be their thing

they'd brought it in the past and all were just in awe so for sure they'd do again that which satisfied our jaws

it was then I'd realized Easter would have gotten jammed if not for old reliable telepathic ham

Telepathic ham, oh, yes, telepathic ham This wouldn't be the first time that you pulled me from a jam Everyone can just bring something and the day would go as planned, no let's go ahead and make it, a telepathic ham