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  1. MASHED POTATOES

From the recordings Rain Like Wine EP and Mashed Potatoes

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Lyrics

In the kitchen mashing potatoes when a rhythm hit me just like lead
I looked down my toes were tapping the ground and I was dancing like a bobble head
The fever took hold of the whole darn gang
They started humming the same little song
They started rapping on pans and clapping their hands
Now scratch . . . pick a guitar, sing along

Up all night, getting it done, hit the road around sunrise
Had to stop off to clear the fog, get a coffee super size
Heard an old dirt road calling my soul and I knew I had to get me gone
I started banging out drums on the steering wheel
Now scratch . . . pick a guitar, sing along

Everybody’s got a voice for singing
You got hands that were made to clap
It doesn’t matter what you’re bringing
You just hop on the rhythm train you’re never coming back

Fork and a spoon can light up a room when they’re clanking on a glass of rum
Washing machine walking the bass we ain’t quitting till the laundry is done
Check your shy at the front door, let go and you can’t go wrong
Grab a whiskey shot and a barley pop
Then scratch . . . pick a guitar, sing along

Everybody’s got a voice for singing
You got hands that were made to clap
It doesn’t matter what you’re bringing
Hop on the rhythm train we’re never coming back