Lyrics for Thom Parrott's songs from the CD
NO FRILLS by Cabin Lance and Thom Parrott


SHOVE YOUR DRESS CODE
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1982 by Thom Parrott, BMI

It sits inside of the clubs front door,
Saying what you can and can't wear on the floor.
It's got a big wooden frame and its covered with glass.
It's got a full guarantee to be a pain in the ass.
You can shove your dress code. Shove your dress code.
You can shove your dress code clear on out of sight.

You can't wear no sneakers. Can't wear no chains.
You can't wear no jeans unless they got a big name.
No Harley buckles. No black tee shirts.
No tears. No patches. No slogans. No dirt.
You can shove your dress code. Shove your dress code.
You can shove your dress code clear on out of sight.

We understand you've got a business to run,
But if you weren't so tense you'd have a lot more fun.
Back in the Sixties we read you our rights,
But if you need another lesson, we're ready to fight, and
You can shove your dress code. Shove your dress code.
You can shove your dress code clear on out of sight.


VERNON McCALL
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1982 by Thom Parrott, BMI

Vernon McCall had both diabetes
And epilepsy to choke off his years
And an acre of forest the pine merchants wanted
Saying "Vernon move out, we want the land clear."

Vernon McCall lived in an old trailer
On land that his father had owned there for years
But the Forestry Service changed all the boundaries
Saying "Vernon move out, we want the land clear."

Vernon McCall was away doing odd jobs
When Danny Hile came with a tractor and gear
And dug a big hole and buried the trailer
Saying "Vernon move out, we want the land clear.

Vernon had things that were left from his mother
And from his two brothers who had died the last year
But they were all buried by the government tractor
With its "Vernon move out, we want the land clear.

Vernon McCall, he took his loss badly
He was bad to the whisky, his mind wasn't clear
One night he fell down and passed out in the highway
With "Vernon, move out" ringing loud in his ears.

The car came a-driving the dark curving roadway
Saw Vernon too late there even to veer
Now Vernon lies buried and free from the taunting
Of "Vernon, move out, we want the land clear."


THE UPPERS AND THE DOWNERS BLUES
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1982 by Thom Parrott, BMI

I watched those pills get to you til they stole a-way your soul,
And where you had a heart as big as God's they left a hole.
Somehow love and happiness were things you could not use.
You gave the folks who love you one bad case of the uppers and the downers blues.

Somewhere in that body is one of the God's great souls,
But since you got back to poppin' pills, it hardly ever shows.
All the friends you left behind are prayin' hard for you,
Cause you gave the folks who love you one bad case of the uppers and the downers blues.

The uppers and the downers blues.
The uppers and the downers blues.
You gave the folks who love you one bad case
Of the uppers and the downers blues.

All the words you said to me that made me want to walk,
I know it wasn't you, girl, it was the pills I was hearin' talk.
And I'd have got you out of my mind a long time ago, its true,
But you gave me such a bad case of the uppers and the downers blues.

The uppers and the downers blues.
The uppers and the downers blues.
I never knew that it could be so hard to lose...
The uppers and the downers blues.


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