Wood Rock

by The Jackpines

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released September 20, 2019

© 2018 Eric McWilliams/Tyler Thompson
Producer: Tyler Thompson
Engineer/executive producer: Carson Raboud
Mastering: Eric Andrews
Songwriter/lyrics: Eric McWilliams & Tyler Thompson
Drums: Tanner Mouallem
Bass guitar: Craig MacIsaac & Mikey Dicks
Rhythm guitar: Eric McWilliams
Lead guitar: Carson Raboud
Harmonica: Tyler Thompson
Vocals: Eric McWilliams & Tyler Thompson
Artwork: Crystal Miller

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Roots rock story telling from the wilds of northern Alberta. Campfire punk ballads for the working class. Boreal blues for broken souls.

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Track Name: conscience
This is your conscience calling
These are good intentions gone wrong
This is your conscience calling
What are you good for, where have you gone?

If you could remake all your mistakes and learn from every disaster
What are you looking for? What are you after?
If you could right all those wrongs, sort out what truly belongs
This is your consciousness calling for a halt

This is your inner self speaking in tongues
One day you'll write a song. One day you'll figure it out
This is your inner self letting go
Of all your self-doubt. Regaining some control
Track Name: prophets & poets
Intro

a|—0—2—3—5

Am F C G x2

a|—0—2—3—5



Am F C G

This song aint mine it was given to me

Am F C G

By a man whos name ive lost in drink

Am F C G

He was old as sin and dressed in black

Am F C G

Had an old guitar slung across his back

Am F C G

Well it wasnt much just a couple chords

Am F C G

But the words he spoke live in im my soul

And he said…



F F/G Am G

Here they lie all the decent folks

F C G

Last of the poor boys all their stories told

F F/G Am G

And you can run till your feet are sore

F C G

Their gonna catch you a pen aint no sword

F C G

You can waste away weaving words

F C G

Prophets and poets become folklore



Bridge

Am C G x3

F G

a|—0—2—3—5



Am F C G

thats an old one so pass it on

Am F C G

Been telling it since before the war

Am F C G

See i been beaten down by the open road

Am F C G

Been torn apart all i got is soul

Am F C G

And demons walk breathing down my neck

Am F C G

Aint got a dime every red cent spent

And he said…



F F/G Am G

here they lie all the decent folks

F C G

Last of the poor boys all their stories told

F F/G Am G

you can run till your feet are sore

F C G

devil will catch you a pen aint no sword

F C G

You can waste away weaving words

F C G

Prophets and poets become folklore



Bridge

Am C G x3

F G



Am C G

They say hungry wolves are gonna get fed

Am C G

And pigs go to slaughter ya they get bled

F C G

Your in the middle of a burning bridge

F C G

Tread too close you're on the ledge

F C G

Poets lost prophecy ends

F C G Am

To rare to die to strange to live
Track Name: copper moon
Am

What's a man to do

G

Got nothin to lose

F#m7

But the copper moon

F E

Keeps him In tune



Am

I look like hell

G

Locked in a warm cell

F#m7

Hear my bell

F E

hell I guess I fell



Am

You look down

G

From your big tall horse

F#m7

Sip my bottle

F E

stay the course



Am

Cold bed of dirt

G

I'm accustomed too

F#m7

The finer things

F E

That you can lose



Gm

Drink till you drown drown

F#m7

Your sorrows down down

Gm

Ya drink it down down

F#m7

Until you drown drown



F

It's the copper moon

C

Take another pull

G

Drain the bottle

F

Fill your empty soul



Burn another smoke

C G

Go on spin your rope





Am

You got a mouth for war

G

I'll burn your name

F#m7

You want a little peace

F E

then stake your claim



Am

I been torn asunder

G

What's mine ain't mine

F#m7

Raped pillaged and plundered

F E

You crossed the line



Am

When i was young

G

I had the whole world

F#m7

Beautiful love

F E

And two little girls



Am

In a little bed

G

Where she use to rest

F#m7

Took her last breath

F E

And her mother left



Gm

Drink till you drown drown

F#m7

Your sorrows down down

Gm

Ya drink it down down

F#m7

Until you drown drown





F

It's the copper moon

C

Take another pull

G

Drain the bottle

F

Fill your empty soul



Burn another smoke

C G

Go on Spin your rope

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