1. |
Clem's Theme Song
01:14
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Stagecoach rumbles into town
See that Outlaw steppin' down
Come on children gather round
It’s Clem!
Grab a seat there by the fire
A couple of songs to inspire
Watch out Pardner that’s barb-wire
It’s Clem’s
Of Lures & Love...
(Come along bud, it’s Of Lures & Love... Yee Haw! ) X 3
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2. |
Lure's On The Wall
04:06
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Verse 1
In my granddad’s boat house
There’s a history of the lake
A time before we took, all that we could take.
There’s paddles and preservers, rods and old duck calls
But the things that I remember were the lures on the wall
Chorus
We can’t fish this lake no more, they all rolled up on shore.
It looks like it’s last call, for the Lures on the wall
Verse 2
He’d tell stories of the days
When fish were caught by hand
As big as could be brought in, by just one man.
The kind that used to roam the lakes and jump up waterfalls
But Granddad said he caught them with the lures on the wall
Chorus
We can’t fish this lake no more, they all rolled up on shore.
It looks like it’s last call, for the Lures on the wall.
Verse 3
Days Before he passed away
I had the chance to ask
where the fish had gone, why they left no tracks
Pollution and the greed of man and minds that are so small
That’s why it’s last call for the lures on the wall
Last chorus
We can’t fish this lake no more,
They all rolled up on shore
Trawlers dragging ocean floors
Is something I ain’t for
Toxic waste and sewage dumps
We flush into Great Lakes
Is it gonna be last call,
For the Lures on the wall.
Or Is The writing on the wall, ya’ll ya’ll ya’ll
It looks like it’s last call
For the lures on the wall
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3. |
Except For You
03:19
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Verse 1
I was born to roam
I was born to be alone
Something hit me deep inside
Nothing could shake me off that ride
Chorus
Except for you
(Repeat 4 x)
Verse2
Nobody knows the things I've done
Nobody’s been down roads I've run
Once I got down on my knees
Where I found out, nobody rides for free
Chorus
Except for you
(Repeat 4 x)
Guitar Solo
Verse 3
You were the one that brought me down
You put my feet back on the ground
You pulled me out of that murky haze
No one else could show me Grace
Chorus
Except for you
(Repeat)
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4. |
She Held His Heart
03:59
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Verse 1
Missy was his first love
Met when they were young
Teenage romance moments
She Showed him how to love
Verse 2
Talked and shared a while
Made a long term plan
Lover that he dreamed of
She had found a man
Chorus
They were pretty good together
They'd walk around the shifting sands
He'd pick her up in any weather
She held his heart right in her hand
Verse 3
They spent their time together
She had to catch that plane
Late night jet from Memphis
He’s snowed in again
Chorus
Bridge
Heartache followed hard years
She played love like a game
Flashing lights and all night parties
He just wanted her to stay ...the same
Solo-
Verse 4
The simple life was over
No love kept her home
His heart was hers forever
She was meant to roam
Chorus
They were pretty good together
They'd walk around the shifting sands
He'd pick her up in any weather
She held his heart right in her hand
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5. |
Don't Be An Asshole, Man
03:31
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Verse 1
There’s been a lot of clickin’ and hashtagging around this town
About the kind of man, that keeps a woman down
Mr. I’m here to tell you there’s a brand new action plan
It’s called “Don’t Be An Asshole Man”!
Chorus
Don’t be an asshole, man
The women already understand
Exactly What it means to be dealt the losing hand,
Don’t be an Asshole, man!
Verse 2
Did you ever hear the saying “ keep yer hands to yerself”
Most women have to say it, by the time they’re twelve.
If yer part of this problem that I’m talkin about
Then Don’t be an asshole, man!
Chorus [see above]
Solo
Verse 3
It’s time for men to listen to what the women say.
Ole Clem’s gonna be unpopular, with the Redneck fray,
I don’t really give a shit if my politics offend, just
Don’t be an asshole, man!”
Chorus
Don’t be an asshole, man!
The women already understand.
Exactly What it means to be dealt the losing hand,
Don’t be an Asshole, man!
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6. |
Date Night
03:25
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Verse 1
Pushing rows of dirt, through the night in a tractor cab
We always said we’d make it, or make the best of what we had
It’s been hard work at night, and longer through the day
But baby and I we did it, we had to find a way
Chorus
It’s date night in the combine
Cutting corn by the tractor lights
It’s date night in the combine
Worth more than all the fights
We’ve had our fun, working all night long
Verse 2
The bank don’t care a bit, about how hard we work
They don’t listen to excuses, about the weather or poor dirt
Just make sure the money, is sitting in the vault
Or they’ll make sure the loans, all go into default
Chorus
It’s date night in the combine
Cutting corn by the tractor lights
It’s date night in the combine
Worth more than all the fights
We’ve had our fun, working all night long
Bridge
It wasn’t a good Year, for the crops out in the field
The wheat blew down, the soy burnt up and the corn it didn’t yield
It wasn’t hard to stay in love, even when the barn burned down
I knew I’d still be holding you, many years from now
Chorus
It’s date night in the combine
Cutting corn by the tractor lights
It’s date night in the combine
Worth more than all the fights
We’ve had our fun, working all night long
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7. |
(Hear Them) Moo
04:31
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Verse 1
I’ve never been much for riding’ the range
Chasing them doggies for minimum-wage
But I do, I like to hear them Moo
I never liked the iron, I’m not a Brandin’ man
In fact I lost a few on another man’s land
But I do, I like to hear them Moo
Chorus
Yodel- odel , odel, odel
Laydel, aydel, aydel, aydel
Moooo
X2
Verse 2
There’s awful lot of cattle and they sound the same
Some are in the canyon, others on the range
But I do, I love to hear them Moo
Their hides are all different and some have horns
And they all bawl like babies when they’re born
Yes I do, I like to hear them Moo
Chorus
Yodel- odel , odel, odel
Laydel, aydel, aydel, aydel
Moooo
X2
Bridge
Every time I see a Longhorn steer
It makes me miss you and I shed a tear,
Every time I see that longhorn steer
It makes me miss you and I crack a beer,
For You, I love to hear them Moo
Verse 3
The truth of the matter is I don’t eat meat
I’d rather eat tofu and pickled beets
But I do, I love to hear them moo
I guess I’m not a cowboy, it’s plain to see
My Lasso lets the cattle run free
But I do, I love to hear them Moo
Chorus
Yodel- odel , odel, odel
Laydel, aydel, aydel, aydel
Moooo
X3
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8. |
I'm Canadian
04:44
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Verse 1
Rednecks love old time country
While Sitting round their town
Drinking Whiskey, playing cards
Basically getting down
They love their wives, love their trucks
Love their way of life
And when they make America Great
We’ll know they got it right!
Chorus
I’m so proud to be Canadian
BC Mountain High
Golden waves of wheat
Endless Arctic Sky
Canadian Shield, friends that are real
That’s what I’m looking fer
I’m Canadian, that’s fer sure
Verse 2
We don’t talk about politics
sitting around the barn
Me and my buddies get lit up
We usually pick guitars
Telling tall tales of things we did
Gets us all riled up
Head out to the hunting camp
Stretch us out some guts
Chorus
I’m so proud to be Canadian
BC Mountain High
Golden waves of wheat
Endless Arctic Sky
Canadian Shield, friends that are real
That’s what I’m looking fer
I’m Canadian, that’s fer sure
Verse 3
I’ve heard Country music
came from way down south
I’d prolly like to differ
Some say I’ve got a. Big mouth 👄
I’d kindly like to point ya’ll
to a couple Canadian Bands
Like Wilf Carter, Hank Snow & Shania’s got some fans!
Chorus
Verse 4
Don’t think I meant to forget Quebec
And our Maritime friends
And The folks I hang out with
Would like to make amends
Fer so many things we know were wrong
From the Present to the past,
If we’re looking fer truth or reconciled ways
It’s The First Nations we should ask
Chorus
I’m so proud to be Canadian
BC Mountain High
Golden waves of wheat
Endless Arctic Sky
Canadian Shield, friends that are real
That’s what I’m looking fer
I’m Canadian, that’s fer sure
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Clem Chesterfield Kingston, Ontario
Howdy, my name’s Clem Chesterfield and I’m from Kingston, Ontario, Canada. I sing and write songs that some folks say sounds like Old Time Country & Western music. I tip my dusty ole hat to Cowboys and Rebels and everyone that might be an Outlaw by Nature, ya’ll are the true heroes of the Trail I call Life. ... more
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