Them coals are turnin' bright red
Firewood's in the truckbed
River's runnin' low this time of year
Ragweed on the turnpike
Bedroom's mostly Christmas lights
I'm sorry, friend, I don't lend tools
Boy Howdy, Hot Dog! Pretty good life
Pretty little house, pretty big wife
She let's me fry her catfish twice a week
Hot plate, hot plate
baby went and made a cake
I never seen a heaven that didn't have a snake
Bluejay's a mean-ass bird
Ugliest song you've ever heard
Get off my porch I'll kick your ass
Everything she does is magic
I watch her catch a lizard
Careful or his tail will come right off
Boy Howdy, Hot Dog! Pretty good life.
Pretty little house, pretty big wife,
She let's me fry her porkchop twice a week
Well swamp-rose, sweat-stain
Get money, make it rain
Cold beer tin-can Cadillac, Mustang.
The doctor asks me where it hurts
Born to fish, forced to work
Don't let 'em tell ya what your broken heart's worth
Fire ant on the sugar trail, tailfeathers on a nightengale
Arrowheads and bones is all you'll find
Boy Howdy, Hot Dog! Pretty good life.
Pretty little house, pretty big wife,
She lets me wear her underwear
Anytime I please
Well she's thick as a forest
and a cavalry of bushwhackers
Never seen a baldnobber bullets wouldn't scatter
Goddamn, I'll be go to hell,
this bar's mostly peanut shells
But if you'll drive, we can play pool
Hot pocket, sweet potato pie
Saturday, Sunday rollin by
Take off your pants, let's watch TV
Boy Howdy, Hot Dog! Pretty good life.
Pretty little house, pretty big wife,
I can't recall my ex wife's name.
But the love you lost is right where you left it,
Oh right, gone forever boy, go ahead, forget it.
Them coals are turnin' bright red
Firewood's in the truckbed
River's runnin' low this time of year
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I don't know if I like this as much as his last album, but that's one hell of a standard. Willi still tells a captivating story. People struggling against the grindstone and public perception to boot. Album sounds great, and I hope to finally get to see him live soon. One of my favorite singer-songwriters in the last few years. Bart
On “Meet Me By the River,” Dawn Landes’s self-described “Nashville record,” buoyant country melodies settle deep into lush instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2018
supported by 37 fans who also own “Boy Howdy, Hot Dog!”
Sierra Ferrell's music is the nectar that drips from vocal chords of angels on ecstacy and percocet, dripping with honey, and smelling of grandma's brownies. It has been proven to "cure what ails ya", and it temporarily wards off the existential dread that is slowly encompassing us all. Don't let the absurdity of our existence get you down. Listen to Sierra Ferrell instead.
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