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Hang Me Out To Dry

from Hang Me Out to Dry by Trip McCool

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I got off on Friday To the wife, I headed it home
But I run into a Gin Mill Little Lassie sang a song
Well I told her I was single Oh I must have lost my mind
My pockets used to jingle Now I haven’t got a dime

Oh, Dump me in a Flop House
Stick a penny in my eye
Stab me with a clothespin
And Hang Me Out To Dry

A nickel gets a coffin And you sleep in it so tight
For a penny there’s a clothesline And ya hang on it all night
In the morning all hungover From drinkin’, stinkin’ booze
And a copper grabbed my collar When I threw up on his shoes

Well the judge he looks me over And I sez, “I done no crime”
Your an insult to the public That’s a fifty dollar fine
So I call my darlin’ deary Now I’m in the County Jail
Oh my assets all upended And she will not throw my bail

You love your frickin’ freedom But if you love your wife
Stay clear of gin soaked women Cause you pay and pay for life
Now listen wayward fathers It’s a warning now from me
Put your nose into the grindstone Put the bab-y on the knee

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from Hang Me Out to Dry, released February 17, 2020

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Trip McCool Oak Island, North Carolina

I put on the guitar and sing as if my ancestors were listening; and I truly believe they are so I better not disappoint them. Trip is the part of my soul that never forgot the sacrifices they made. My people rose up from the Irish mud to make a better life for me. I write songs for them, for my people, the immigrants, the poor, the salt of the earth. It's all true, even the lies. ... more

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