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Drivin Me Crazy by The Tractorgrease Folk
03:25
Tractorgrease

Drivin Me Crazy by The Tractorgrease Folk

“Well I know in my heart ………..I need this fresh start” I’ve felt this way a few times , haven’t we all? I wrote this song in 2 stages and recorded it in another. It all started in 2007 when I decided to sell my house to pursue Tractorgrease in a bigger way. The house sold quick and I found myself living on a ranch north of Clinton. “A city boy in ranch land” I was working long hours on the Grand Cariboo Opry documentary, and I got to stay in a cool old ranch house with no internet and wood heat. That was the best!!!! I wrote the verses while looking out the frosty December single pane window at the tireless ranchers. Feeling guilty sipping coffee and strumming my Guit box. I got lots done that day, some folks don’t get it. And….. I got a song! It wasn’t until 2019 that I revisited what I called “City Boy in Ranchland” and I found myself in similar spot. Lots of bureaucracy, liquor board stuff with the Cafe had me looking for a new recipe of life. I still wanted everything I had, just more time for my creative instincts. Holy #@$% I didn’t expect this!!!!!!! March 14th was what I’d mark on the tombstone of Tractorgrease Cafe, that was the last indoor show and it was awesome!!!! Thx Salt Thief! It’s now 2 years later and after some quiet time to decompress, I know in my heart it’s time for a fresh start. I marked March 14th 2022 on my calendar this year to start something new. Recorded Nov 2019 at Tractorgrease Studio with Hollywood James Badger on drums. Bad Ass Bill Fulton on Bass Jeff Bonner Singing and guitar Kyle Axford on Trumpet. Thx to Jason Kleiss for mixing. Drivin’ Me Crazy I’m just a city boy in Ranchland you better bet I need a helping hand The woods not cut and the hay’s still in the field It’s winter time and cold as hell I’ll make it work I know I will This lands a sword and I ain’t got no shield Well I know…………in my heart I need this fresh start Get away from the days and the job that pays The big city haze and jammed highways Man that shit is Drivin Me Crazy I’m just a city boy in Ranchland and you better bet it’s hard to brand This way of life on any uncallused fool. The sky at night is lit up well with both the dippers And Orions belt That big ole moon looking like a sparkling jewel Well I know…………in my heart I need this fresh start Get away from the days and the job that pays The big city haze and jammed highways And…….. you're on your own from here, ha
The Ballad Of Old Red Hare by The Tractorgrease Folk
04:12
Tractorgrease

The Ballad Of Old Red Hare by The Tractorgrease Folk

I wrote this song on June 28th 2012. I always remember that date, my 40th birthday and the evening I received the news that Red Hare has passed away. I didn't know him well, but I sure knew of him. He played the congas at every open mic in the town of Chilliwack BC. No matter who got up, Ole Red would jam along. He was also known for his epic musical parties up in Ryder Lake. That was the place to play, in the 70's and 80's. Around the start of 2012 Red started hanging' around Tractorgrease Studio. A friend of his Geoff Eyre had become a fixture there as the studio drummer. I got a chance to hang out with him in those last days, "He was a quiet man, but he said a lot" The Ballad of Ole Red Hare became an anthem at Open Mic nights at the Tractorgrease Cafe. I would always call up our manager/drummer Jakub to join in on whatever percussion he could find. This video was filmed at Red's place up in Ryder Lake in July 2019. Check out more about Tractorgrease at tractorgrease.ca Lyrics The Ballad of Old Red Hare When I first met Red he wasn't red at all seemed everyone knew him by name he's that guy in the back keepin the beat at every single jam No matter who got up with talent or not Red just kept good times never hear him speak he'd just keep the beat at every single jam Let's drink the first one it won't be the last one a toast to our good friend Red Hare soft spoken cerebral a Ryder Lake regal we won't hear congas no more.......... from our good friend Red Hare He was a quiet man but he said alot kept close to him all of his cards when he did pipe up his wit would trump all aces with so few words When his battery was fading no chance of saving a Red Hare bash one last time he made our lives richer and painted some pictures memories more fine than his wine Let's drink the first one it won't be the last one a toast to our good friend Red Hare soft spoken cerebral a Ryder Lake regal we won't hear congas no more.......... When I first met Red he wasn't red at all time had made him grey but that name just stuck I'll consider it luck to meet him in those final days Let's drink the first one it won't be the last one a toast to our good friend Red Hare soft spoken cerebral a Ryder Lake regal we won't hear congas no more.......... from our good friend Red Hare

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