Just a Sip. EP

by The Whiskey Jerks

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released August 25, 2016

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The Whiskey Jerks Saskatoon, Saskatchewan

Comprised of the talented Anna Bekolay (violin and voice), James Diakuw (clarinet and voice), Nevin Buehler (upright bass), Peter Abonyi (guitar), Kevin Buzinski (percussion), and Gillian Snider (voice and accordion), the Whiskey Jerks have created a unique and original sound that blends klezmer, folk, rock, country-blues, gypsy-punk and jazz with a distinct and honest prairie sound. ... more

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Track Name: Baba Was A Bootlegger
My Baba was a bootlegger when prohibition ruled
My Baba was a bootlegger off highway number two
My Baba was a bootlegger when prohibition ruled
My Baba was a bootlegger off highway number two

The Great War took it’s toll now, everybody felt the pinch
Loss of lives and livelihoods, nothing making sense
But she knew she had a job to do to keep her kids alive
With the good land of Saskatchewan willing to provide

Well my Baba was a bootlegger...

Fresh farm eggs and a milking cow, some potatoes and some beets
There’s wheat and rye and corn to boot and Saskatoons so sweet
She kept her family’s belly full the best way that she could
Distilled the rest for extra coin beneath the floorboard wood

Well my Baba was a bootlegger...

Now one day early in the morn RCMP came calling
They heard about some devil’s work around these parts was brewin’
They searched the farm both high and low, she watched with hands on hips
A calm expression on her face, half smile upon her lips

Well my Baba was a bootlegger...

It’s sad to say that way back when, and once upon a time
The government made alcohol a down and dirty crime
But the cops they didn’t find a thing, which really was a mystery
And later that day Chief of Police came back to get his whiskey

Well my Baba was a bootlegger when prohibition ruled
My Baba was a bootlegger off highway number two
My Baba was a bootlegger when prohibition ruled
My Baba was a bootlegger off highway number two...
Track Name: The Wealthy Poet (Geoff Berner)
My love, I am a wealthy poet,
Wealthy poet of renown.
So when it’s time to run again,
Your wealthy poet of renown
Will bribe you cross a thousand borders,
Run you till you’re safe and sound.

I’ll get you a teardrop ruby,
Teardrop ruby for your throat.
So when it’s time to run again,
We’ll take that ruby from your throat,
You will sew that red, red ruby
In the lining of your coat.

I’ll get you a pretty passport,
With your picture for the frame.
So when it’s time to run again,
We’ll put your picture in the frame,
Soon you will forget this country,
Soon you will forget your name.

I’ll get you a book of matches,
Book of matches in your hand.
So when the border guarders catch us,
With those matches in your hand,
You will burn your fingerprints,
Beyond all recognition......

The way you dance, you step so lightly,
Step so lightly, I can see,
When it’s time to run again, stepping lightly I can see
You’ll be the one I’ll take to run A thousand borders Stepping lightly Run with me
Track Name: Wall-Eyed Clyde
He’s simple, my Clyde, with nothing to hide
‘Cause what we see is what’s inside
He’s a ‘pick-me-up’, now, true and tried
My one and only, My Wall-Eyed Clyde

Don’t ask for much and he can’t see why
Life should be so glum, my Wall-Eyed Clyde
And I see no reason for asking why
He’s so damn happy, My Wall-Eyed Clyde

It’s black and white and as deep as the sky
It’s black and white and as deep as the sky
It’s black and white and as deep as the sky
F
Says My one My only Clyde

Got a sweet disposition and a knowing smile
He lives on whiskey and London Dry
He fixes my troubles with a wink of an eye
My one My only Clyde

Has his own truth, so he never lies
Forges ahead ‘cause he’s never shy
Sleeps through the morning and laughs till he cries
My one and only, My Wall-Eyed Clyde

He’s simple, my Clyde, with nothing to hide
‘Cause what we see is what’s inside
He’s a ‘pick-me-up’, now, true and tried
His happy-go-lucky is bonafide
And I know that I’ll love him till the day that I die......
My one and only, my Wall-Eyed Clyde

And I’ll spend my life just getting by
I’ll spend my life just getting by
I’ll spend my life just getting by
As long as it’s with my Wall-Eyed Clyde