My Name's Hardin

by Television Hill

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    Catalog # : FR008
    Artist : Television Hill
    Title : My Name's Hardin
    Label : Friends Records
    Year : 2013

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released February 2, 2013

Television Hill is:
Rob Wilson: lead vocals, guitar, percussion
Walker David Teret: bass, guitar, piano, percussion & vocals
Dave Heumann: guitar & vocals
David Bergander: drums, percussion & vocals
Tony Drummond: keys & organ
Recorded & Mixed by Rob Girardi at Lord Baltimore Recording
Mastered by Paul Gold at Salt Mastering, Brooklyn, NY.
Artwork by Justin Lucas
All lyrics by Rob Wilson
All music by Television Hill
All rights reserved
Friends Records FR008
Contact:
FRIENDS RECORDS
P.O. BOX 50160
BALTIMORE, MD 21211
www.friendsrecordsbaltimore.com
www.televisionhill.com

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Track Name: Ready To Ride
Now, I road into town on the west Texas wind just a teeming with pride.
Then, I buffaloed Bill with the old “border roll,” in the blink of an eye.
He said, “Son, keep your back to the old Apple Jack, and a colt at your side,
And be ready to ride.”
Well, I’ll tell you young man, that my plow handle hand is a faster than light.
And I killed my first man at the age of fifteen and I may kill tonight.
I’ll not make for quick work, I assure you good sir, although many have tried.
So, be ready to ride.
Oh, Miss Bowen’s my buxom young raven-haired beauty, I bid her to bride.
I said, “Janie, I know where your wagon is going, and I’ll be your guide.
Once that Big Brazos River shakes Quaker from quiver, just steady your stride,
And be ready to ride.
Are you ready to ride?”
I was shuffled in shackles to Huntsville Hotel; I was fit to be tied.
Go on, throw me back down in the hole, Cap, and I’ll sure be happy to hide.
I’ve been waiting to make my courageous escape, ‘til the graces preside,
Then, I’m ready ride.
Are you ready to ride?
Ready to ride.
Track Name: Round Mountain
I'd acquired me two bright aces
When I spied ol' Charlie Webb
He was barely maybe seven paces
With twice a mind to shoot me dead
We went out to Webb in numbers
Lucky bastard won the draw
Creased my side but I cried thunder
Sent him to that yunner shore
Oh, now Charlie,
What the hell d'ya have ta go an’ do that for?
Now, I’m on top of ROUND MOUNTAIN
ROUND MOUNTAIN
Won’t come down
When I ride to MEET MY MAKER
Bury me on mountain ground
Jimmy Hardin was a preacher
Tried to teach me right from wrong
But I's a wild-eyed feral creature
Wudn't gonna take me long
I head up into the country
Cousin's stuck around instead
Rangers strung 'em up like injuns
And twiced the price upon my head
Now, I won’t stop ‘til all Brown County’s painted red!
‘Cause, I’m on top of ROUND MOUNTAIN
ROUND MOUNTAIN
Won’t come down
When I ride to MEET MY MAKER
Bury me on mountain ground
Track Name: The Livingstons & I
Ain’t no reason
Ain’t no rhyme
Just an empty change of seasons
Underneath an April sky
And I been beached in Pensacola
For Geronimo knows why
Beg your pardon
My name's Hardin
Best go on and tell ol' Bobby
I’ll be stoppin' by
And, no, I never shot a single soul
That ain't deserved to die
Come on baby
Maybe you can save me
Go on and lay thee down beside me
Right before I die
‘Cause I been sittin' in Fort Pickens
Just the Livingstons and I
Track Name: Habeas Corpus
instrumental
Track Name: My Dearest Darlin
My Dearest Darlin’,
Your husband’s fallen
Into the devilishly dangerous arms of the Rangers again.
And, I don’t know how long these cold irons will be on.
My wings have been charmed and my pistols are gone.
It’s disaster.
My Dearest Darlin’,
How grows your garden?
It seems that your words they are deep in throws of the westerly wind.
And, I don’t know how long ‘til they’ll have me back home.
To huddle beside you, I’d offer my bones
Back to Castor.
My Dearest Darlin’,
There’ll be no pardon.
Looks like the Warden, he’s wishin’ to keep me in here for a while.
But, I don’t know how long I can waste between walls.
No, I’ll taste no more pastry, and place no more calls
As your Master.
My Dearest Darlin’,
Your husband’s fallen
Into the devilishly dangerous arms of the Rangers again.
Track Name: Four Sixes
The world's an oyster with nary o' pearl
Around, AROUND, around
Full o' choices and delicate words
Around, AROUND, around
Roll your Royces, I know what you heard
Around, AROUND, around
But I did it all fer the love of a perdy young West Texas
Did it all fer the love
Of a perdy young West Texas gal
Emmet cross you justa cross you again
Around, AROUND, around
Summit toss in with ol' Avery Cann
Around, AROUND, around
Down El Paso blows a desperate wind
Around, AROUND, around
And I need that heartache right now
Just like I need me a hole in my
Need that heartache right now
Just like I need me a hole in my head
Just four sixes to beat now Henry
Around, AROUND, around
Fastest gunner you ever did meet
Around, AROUND, around
I’m still spinning on the heels of my feet
Around, AROUND, around
But I got me a new pony with only four lonely sixes
Got me a new pony now
With only four lonely sixes to beat