Dirt Nap - EP

by Dead Winter Carpenters

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released 10 January 2014

Dead Winter Carpenters: Jenni Charles (fiddle, vocals) Bryan Daines (guitar, vocals) Jesse Dunn (guitar, vocals) Brian Huston (drums, vocals, spoons) Dave Lockhart (double bass, vocals, harmonica, sitar, viola)

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Cover/Back Image design by Technicolor Fog

Recorded at Heavenly Tracks in Lake Tahoe, CA

Engineered by Matt Wright (www.mattwrightsound.com)

Second Engineer: Alexander Hawks DeLuca

Produced by Dead Winter Carpenters and Matt Wright

Mastered by John Cuniberti

Easy Sleep features Pete Grant on pedal steel.

Bootleg Jack features Austin Quattlebaum on banjo.

Tracks 1, 3, and 6 written by Jesse Dunn (Stimson Mountain Music, ASCAP) Tracks 2 and 4 written by Bryan Daines (ASCAP) Song 5 written by Dave Lockhart (ASCAP)

All songs published by Dead Winter Carpenters
Copyright 2014 Dead Winter Carpenters, LLC

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Dead Winter Carpenters Sunnyside Tahoe City, California

Hailing from Northern California’s fertile music scene, specifically North Lake Tahoe, Dead Winter Carpenters is a high- energy, five-piece alt-country/bluegrass band.

The band combines five parts of equal creative force including Jenni Charles (fiddle/vocals), Jesse Dunn (guitar/vocals), Bryan Daines (guitar/vocals), Dave Lockhart (upright bass), and Brian Huston (drums).
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Track Name: Long Arm of the Law
Long Arm of the Law - Jesse Dunn

The house is for sale.
The money's all spent.
Now the long arm of the law's comin' round again.

I had goods for sale,
Salt of the Earth.
The man upstairs left it outside of my door first.

I've been robbin' and stealin.'
I've been picklin' jars.
On a snagged hook reelin',
Avoiding the charge.

I gotta go,
I can't think straight,
Yeah, I gotta go,
Go and set the record straight.

At the break of dawn,
Nevada state line,
Cruising past a U-Turn,
I'm doing 65.

Sure as the day is long,
He's following me.
He said 'Son, you can't play music here unless you pay a fee!"

I've been robbin' and stealin.'
I've been driving slow cars,
Trying to get away,
Pickin' my guitar.

I gotta go,
I can't think straight,
Yeah, I gotta go,
Go and set the record straight.

Whoa-oh-oh.
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-Whoa
Whoa-oh-oh.
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-Whoa

I'm gonna hop a boat,
Gonna cut it free,
Point it on north, Oh Lord,
Come steal this misery.

I'm gonna set it sail,
Toward the open sea,
Find a little hideaway,
Where ain't nobody can bother me.

I've been robbin' and stealin.'
I've been picklin' jars,
Trying to get away,
Pickin' my guitar.

I gotta go,
I can't think straight,
Yeah, I gotta go,
Go and set the record straight.

Whoa-oh-oh.
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-Whoa
Whoa-oh-oh.
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-Whoa
Track Name: Bootleg Jack
Bootleg Jack - Jesse Dunn

I'm done with drinking whiskey.
I've hit my quota goal,
Of an average man's lifetime intake,
At 72 years old.

I made it in a third that time,
Now you can't shake a stick at that,
I feel a little fire down in my belly,
They call me Bootleg Jack.

Bootleg! Jack's what they call me,
Bootleg! That's what I do.
I bootleg from here to Georgia,
Been around a time or two,
I said I've been around a time or two.

Just before daylight,
Duty calls my name,
And the dogs they chase their tails around,
In an unforgiving game.

Well, there ain't much light that's pouring through,
This old raised roof of thatch,
I make my bed with the creepy crawlers,
They call me Bootleg Jack.

Bootleg! Jack's what they call me,
Bootleg! That's what I do.
I bootleg from here to Georgia,
Been around a time or two,
I said I've been around a time or two.

Come hell or high water,
I'll be gettin' down the road.
Come hell or high water,
I'm gone.

Come hell or high water,
I'll be gettin' down the road.
Come hell or high water,
I'm gone.

Things were getting risky,
When I last pulled into town,
I must have been a little lazy,
Cuz they burned my old still down.

Now Jack he ain't no greenhorn,
And the devil owns my soul,
You best believe I've got my rifle,
Two aces in the hole.

Bootleg! Jack's what they call me,
Bootleg! That's what I do.
I bootleg from here to Georgia,
Been around a time or two,
I said I've been around a time or two.
Track Name: West Shore Town
West Shore Town - Jesse Dunn

The snow it came and buried me,
My heart as cold as ice.
Winter reared it's weary head,
Much to my demise.

My heart's been cold for three long years,
As cold as cold could be.
Waitress bring that whiskey 'round,
I'm headed out to sea.

I'm going away from my West Shore Town,
Descending from up above.
I'm going away from my West Shore Town,
I'm going to find my love.

A finer time has never been had,
As jolly as jolly could be.
One last night out on the town with the boys,
Is the last you'll see of me.

She left a note on my cabin door,
Said I'll return someday.
My days are doomed forever more,
If my love has gone to stay.

I'm going away from my West Shore Town,
Descending from up above.
I'm going away from my West Shore Town,
I'm going to find my love.

Down the hill past Hangtown flat,
Out the road toward the shore of the sun.
By the time I'd reached my yellow-haired girl,
The battle had long since been won.

I'm going away from my West Shore Town,
Descending from up above.
I'm going away from my West Shore Town,
I'm going to find my love.
Yes, I'm going to find my love.
No, I'll never find my love.