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Burnt Ends

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released November 11, 2013



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Starlings, TN Austin, Texas

“This unique approach to roots music requires a certain disregard for convention, so it’s not surprising to discover that the members of Starlings, TN used to be in a punk rock band.” - Meredith Ochs, All Things Considered (NPR)

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Track Name: Burnt Ends
Burnt Ends
Music Steven Stubblefield and Mitchell Vandenburg
Lyrics Steven Stubblefield

You got to give me them burnt ends give me them burnt ends
Give me them burnt ends cuz they taste like candy to me

Headed down to lockhart on a Saturday afternoon
To sample the best in state of home town bbq
I stepped through the door and at the counter looking back at me
She said, “Sonny boy what can I do for you

Don’t want no slaw, tater salad corn bread or beans
Just tear off a piece of butcher paper and give me a slab of meat
Don’t need no fork, knife, white bread or sauce
“then tell me darling what is it that you want?”

Your pork sausage is so nice and hot
And a little yeller mustard just to top it off
A beef rib is enough for both me and the dog
But none of that is what I want
Track Name: The Thompson Boys (Demo Version)
The Thompson Boys
Music/Steven Stubblefield
Lyrics/Steven Stubblefield and Birdie Benjamin

Hey there old fella you better get your gun,
Cuz the Thompson boys are coming before the next morning sun.
You must not be from around here. You sho’ aint from the south,
Can’t steal a man’s moonshine and go running at yo mouth.

Johnny’s coming to get you boy
Better run for your life.
Ain’t no man stole his moonshine
That didn’t walk that tunnel towards the light.

Lord, don’t you know that shine is like a child.
Gets deep in under your skin, drive every man wild.
Don’t mess with no man’s moonshine or the devil you’ll fear not.
Shoot you once in the back of the head to make sure your heart stops.