One Small Glove, by The Knotty G's (2024)

1.

I'm movin' up, I'm movin' upA crisp old night, but the sun is warming usGot a full cup 'o coffee, ain't a dent put in the potThink I'll keep fillin’ it to the topI'm movin' up, sure movin' up!!Finally see o’er the pines; the mountaintopsAnd the fire pit from last night all burned upOh that Moonshine, we ain't even left a drop… no, not a drop!!October Appalachia, curbed my constraintsThings that weighed me down, no longer wearin’ on my brainMornin' back porch pickin’ makes the drive home less mundaneOne more kiss & cup of coffee an’ I'll be on my wayNo matter what the rest of my day has in storeGot an old dusty book on an old back porchReadin' up on things, that I ain't known beforeLordy Lord!! Have you seen page 44?!?I'm lookin' up, ohh nice and high!!Through a spider's mornin' web to a blue fall skyThe sun hangs like a dartboard, I’m’a hit that 'ole bullseyeTake my aim at the day, oh, bye & bye… whoa Lord, bye & bye!!October Appalachia, curbed my constraintsThe things that weighed me down, no longer wearin’ on my brainMornin' back porch pickin' makes the drive home less mundaneOne more kiss & cup of coffee, an’ I'll be on my way One more kiss & cup of coffee, an’ I'll be on my wayOne more kiss & cup of coffee, an’ I'll be on my way

2.

Well my baby ain't pretty but he sure acts sweetHe puts the food on the table, shoes on my feet and you knowI ain't lettin' him goOh, oh, oh, cuz he's nice to me, the cutest thing this side of the MississippiWell you knowWell he don't act smart and he don't act toughThe only time he's ever mad is when he's had bad luck and you knowI ain't lettin him goOh, oh, oh, cuz he's nice to me, the cutest thing this side of the MississippiWell you knowWell I met him on a train. I was headed down south.He had a hat upon his head, a cigarette in his mouth and you knowhow the story goesHe said "Hi, well it's nice to meet the cutest thing this side of the Mississippi" Well you knowWell I don't love him for his looks and I don't love him for his moneyI love it when he's serious and when he's acting funny, you knowCuz he's nice to me, the cutest thing this side of the MississippiWell you knowOh, oh, oh, well he's nice to me, the cutest thing this side of the MississippiWell you knowOh, oh, oh, well he's nice to me, the cutest thing this side of the MississippiWell you know

3.

Alberta, Alberta, skipped out in mid danceI’d sure hurt Alberta if I just had the chanceSpent years of my lifetime to save up that doughSo if I see Alberta, I’ll kill her for sureConniving Alberta, she sure could deceiveIf I saw her hangin’, I’d sure be relievedThe broke men all scroungin’ by the riversideThey all danced with Alberta, got took for a rideAnd we won’t see her again, as she speeds off ‘round the bendBut I know it’s just a mouth to feedAnd I know there’s a place for me, down by the riversideOne bright day down in town, I was panhandlin’ ‘roundHer necklace was pearl and her trusting eyes brownI washed off my face and buttoned my shirtRemembered everything Alberta did that had workedI asked her to dinner and dancing, scrounged nickels to payMade love to her strong, trusted more every dayI got safe codes & PIN’s, she was out with the girlsI cleaned out her savings and all of her pearlsAnd she won’t see me again, as I speed off ‘round the bendAnd I know just how much it hurtsBut I know there’s a place for her, down by the riversideHer Mercedes made good time to MexicaliThe saloon doors swung open and who do I see?Alberta mid-dance with a bottle of rumI waltzed up to her kindly, “Would you care to share some?”And they won’t see us again, as we dance around the bendYes I know I’m a hypocriteBut you know, sure don’t give a sh*t if they’re by the riversideWell this love’s a dirty game we playThink it’s yours, gone the very next day, down by the riversideDown by the riverside, down by the riverside

4.

Can’t pick my head up from the pillow, can’t close my eyes to the sunI’m feeling like a weeping willow, my roots are too spread out for me to runI’m like the porch that’s on this cabin, an inch above the dirt beneath my feetYesterday I kicked my smoking habit, but there’s another three or four I haven’t beatBeen looking for an answer for I don’t know how long Thought I’d find it in a bottle, and then I thought I’d find it in a song But that’s just meCan’t say a thought without a punchline, can’t make a joke bigger than meI hang my heart out on a clothesline, hoping a strong breeze will set me freeBeen looking for an answer, been looking at the starsConstellations dance around me, laying, waiting, not getting too farBut that’s just meDon’t turn your faces when you see me, this isn’t how I usually amAnd if you think I’m too far gone to save me, just admit to yourself you don’t give a damnBeen looking for an answer, thought I’d find it in myselfBut you know there’s always pressure comin’ in from everybody elseBeen getting lost in pages and pages of words in my mindTry to keep‘m deep inside me cuz when I let’m out it’s always the wrong timeBut that’s just me I am freeBeen looking for an answer for I don’t know how long Thought I’d find it in a bottle, and then I thought I’d find it in a song

5.

Oh my Abeline, Oh your name’s been on my breathAnd I can’t tell you what I meant that nightOh my head just wasn’t right that whole damn dayAnd in the summertime with the warmth upon our skinWe’ll forget the shape we’re inIt will be like this whole thing never happenedOh Abeline… Oh Abeline… Oh Abeline… Oh Abeline… Oh sweet love of mine, if I had just one regretI didn’t tell you all about your lightHow you radiate in every single wayOh if you take your time, and you decide to see it throughThere ain't a thing I wouldn't doGod I’d do anything to make it all up to youOh Abeline… Oh Abeline…Oh Abeline… Oh Abeline…We can take our time…...won’t change my mindTell me what you find…Oh my Abeline, Oh your name’s still on my breathI still can’t tell you what I meant that nightOh my head just isn’t right since you’ve been gone

6.

I’m gonna fly way up high. I’m not gonna stop ‘till I touch the skyI’m gonna fly. Oh Lord, I’m gonna fly!Just like a bird on guilded wing, I’m gonna open up my throat and Lord I’m gonna sing!I’m gonna sing, to every living thing!And ain’t nobody gonna slow me down, Can’t keep a kookaburra down on solid groundGotta live a life of laughter, spreading it aroundWith every song, while the day is long.Got an old beat up Chevy, lord it loves to driveNever failed to start though the paint is chippin’ off the sideOh what a ride, Oh lord its quite a ride!Got an old man too lord he loves to danceLike he caught a little critter just a crawlin up his pantsHe loves to dance. Oh lord he loves to danceChorusWith every note of blues and every pair of worn out shoesI find myself ‘a thanking God, whatever god I choose.My god is love. Too big to fit in one small glove.And ain’t nobody gonna slow me down, Can’t keep a kookaburra down on solid groundGotta live a life of love, just a spreading it aroundWith every song, cuz the day is only just so long.So I’m gonna fly way up high. I’m not gonna stop ‘till I touch the skyI’m gonna fly. Oh Lord, you know I’m gonna fly!Just like that bird on guilded wing, I’m gonna open up my throat and Lord I’m gonna sing!I’m gonna sing, to every living thing!Chorus

7.

Oh, sideways sure ain’t forward, only a coward tries to buy some timeOh, my way sure ain’t appeased the Good Lord, so I been pacified in purgatory grindWe know a good thing can be overpowered, if we don’t see when to draw the lineSure hope this ember won’t be soured, and let it grow into a glow that spreads & shinesIf a good man can waste the best years of his lifeJust biding on his time, no reason or rhymeOnce he listens and believes he can relieve the burden leftThen there just might be some tunes left for the deafIf there’s a rough start on a bright path, the wind will swiftly cast unworthy ones asideBut if a man can find a way, instead of pinin’ on yesterday, he may one day find a love right by his sideWhat’s seldom known by the souls who wind up alone, is it ain’t that their hearts were bred unkindUnruly ways can take your days, then the only chessmates left to play; The pawns stuck in that purgatory grindIf a young girl can waste the best years of her youthAmiss, alone, aloof, her hurting yearning eyes are proofJust look ahead, Lord, what’s in your mirror’s left behindThen there just might be some sight left for the blind…If a baby who maybe’s yet done nothin’ wrongThe tears still flow along, and a siren whine his songOh, maybe he knows the tryin’ times aheadOr showing strength for a fighting chance insteadOh the right path, surely not always so clear; can’t coast and just choose cheer, or falter out of fearWhen you’ve packed it to the top, that heavy bag’s hard not to dropYet it holds what you need when you climb that mountaintopIf an old man has tallied all his years in lifeThe tears may flow along, and a siren whine his songOr maybe he can look at all the good he’s doneAnd smile in the setting of the sun

8.

Would ya' let me in? No I ain’t got much, but she’s a damn fine hen at thatTo lay some eggs, an’ they’ll grow some legs, and then we’ll have a plenty fat Hot suppers at the table, where many generations satBreak the bread & pass the spread, and thank the Lord for the hen out backAnd yes this wine tastes mighty fine, if I do say so myselfI ain’t no thug but we needed a jug, so I took one from the shelfAnd that old liquor store, been standin’ since Lennon fellSo I do expect they can collect their coin from someone elseThis old dog sure could use a new boneHe keeps digging at some fresh dirt by a gravestone… Won't ya' run on home!Yes this leg was made to shake, God forsake me if I lieAnd these hands were made to clap, and to pass around the ryeOh, this mouth was made to love ya', and shout it to the skyWith my sisters & my brothers, we’ll get to Glory by and byThis old dog sure could use a new boneHe keeps digging at some fresh dirt by a gravestone…(Won't ya' run on home!) Tryin’ to beat the sundown(Won't ya' run on home!) Turn the tunes up real loud(Won't ya' run on home!) Hot dogs and sauerkrautI’ve waited all day baby…(Won't ya' run on home!) Dim the lights way down low(Won't ya' run on home!) Tryin’ to see them eyes glow(Won't ya' run on home!) Hike your skirt up real slowI’ve waited all day baby…I’ve waited all day babyI’ve waited all day baby…I’ve waited all damn day...

9.

Take time to write that old love song, Then you blink your eyes and your lover’s goneI’d sing the words, but they’d come out wrong, her tune bouncin’ ‘round my head all alongLike a boot print stomped in the dirt, She’s heard the songs of all the ways that I’ve been hurtSo I’d rather kick off these boots and see, A new way to swim towards another memory...Another memory

released June 11, 2019

Who done did the whatnow:
Gillian H.E. Knott - vocals, acoustic guitar, mandolin, tambourine, washboard, harmonica, handclaps, thigh slaps & extraordinary kazoo
Charles Knott - vocals, acoustic & electric guitars, mandolin, electric bass, piano, banjo, drums, tambourine, harmonica, handclaps, belly slaps & cymbal throwing
Ryan Kijanka - upright bass (Track 3, 4, 5 & 7)
Daniel Combs - piano & organ (Track 3 & 7)
Lucas Dauphinais - harmony vocals (Track 3 & 5)

All songs written by The Knotty G’s
www.TheKnottyGs.com