Pat Reedy & The Longtime Goners - Down In Pasco

Pat Reedy & The Longtime Goners perform "Down In Pasco" in Sam Doores' backyard in the Holy Cross.
Directed by Joshua Shoemaker
Cameras: Albert Kuhne, Danielle Dyar & Joshua Shoemaker
Art Direction: Danielle Dyar
Edited by Albert Kuhne & Joshua Shoemaker

[@xxlirione]

Wooow, hermoso! Saludos desde Argentina 🇦🇷 🫶

[@wargamergunnar7162]

I’m from eastern WA this sings to my soul

[@patrickfrazier864]

Up in the mornin’ and the bossman yellin’ If you can’t make him happy then why do you try Hold on your tongue and chew on your words You can wash ‘em all down on a Friday night You gotta run boys Run through the tall grass Run on boys and not too soon Run on boys Run through the yard And you gotta see them before they see you Down from the mountains, sittin’ in Spookane A mean bull makes a long ride If I was a bird, if I could fly I’d be right there honey by your side You gotta run boys Run through the tall grass Run on boys and not too soon Run on boys Run through the yard And you gotta see them before they see you Down in Pasco in the blazing sun Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Can’t catch me, I’m a headed out west Gonna ask my darlin’ to be my bride You gotta run boys Run through the tall grass Run on boys and not too soon Run on boys Run through the yard And it helps to see them before they see you

[@punkrocker6257]

my dudes!

[@kandhberry]

Anyone got lyrics for this song? Sounds great, but can't make it all out.

[@n0-one0]

Pat is one of the few guys who still archives all of his lyrics online. I've always appreciated that as someone who is hard of hearing. www.patreedymusic.com/self-titled "Down In Pasco" Up in the mornin’ and the bossman yellin’ If you can’t make him happy then why do you try Hold on your tongue and chew on your words You can wash ‘em all down on a Friday night You gotta run boys Run through the tall grass Run on boys and not too soon Run on boys Run through the yard And you gotta see them before they see you Down from the mountains, sittin’ in Spookane A mean bull makes a long ride If I was a bird, if I could fly I’d be right there honey by your side You gotta run boys Run through the tall grass Run on boys and not too soon Run on boys Run through the yard And you gotta see them before they see you Down in Pasco in the blazing sun Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Can’t catch me, I’m a headed out west Gonna ask my darlin’ to be my bride You gotta run boys Run through the tall grass Run on boys and not too soon Run on boys Run through the yard And it helps to see them before they see you

[@edrenajones5960]

This has some of those lyrics but. Different title, I dunno Self Titled Album Hard Luck Woman I got a friend about an hour or two from Down in the bottle and what’s the next move And it’s give me a call when you get back upstate Oh your dad and mom, they must have ‘bout died When you found him, and still wonder why And if you get tired of living thisaway Chorus: Hard time living Hard luck woman Every lick or town Just seems the same And his good timing friends And bailing him out again You won’t have it any other way You must’ve thought he was in a fix And he must’ve laughed when the cuffs said click Like they seem to do alot these days And wherever you go, there you are A dozen roses and a PCS charge You get tired of living thisaway Chorus Down in Pasco Up in the mornin’ and the bossman yellin’ If you can’t make him happy then why do you try Hold on your tongue and chew on your words You can wash ‘em all down on a Friday night You gotta run boys Run through the tall grass Run on boys and not too soon Run on boys Run through the yard And you gotta see them before they see you Down from the mountains, sittin’ in Spookane A mean bull makes a long ride If I was a bird, if I could fly I’d be right there honey by your side You gotta run boys Run through the tall grass Run on boys and not too soon Run on boys Run through the yard And you gotta see them before they see you Down in Pasco in the blazing sun Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Can’t catch me, I’m a headed out west Gonna ask my darlin’ to be my bride You gotta run boys Run through the tall grass Run on boys and not too soon Run on boys Run through the yard And it helps to see them before they see you Leaving This Town Blue I was sitting round the tin can, trying to keep warm Feelin’ bout as mean broke and ugly as the day I was born Nothing to my left and the tower to my right What a damned dirty shame on Saturday night I’m rundown, feeling southbound Leaving this town blue So I turned to the closest thing I had to a friend She looked at me sideways and then she said It’s a two mile walk to get a drink in town Don’t it feel like ten when you’re so low down I’m rundown, feeling southbound Leaving this town blue Tires in the Kitchen Be hot tonight, there’s tires in the kitchen And a three legged dog and you feel yourself a missin’ That road feelin’ Like a drive train runnin’ straight from your heart to your mind Well since I been gone I done a lot of thinkin’ Looks like we both done a lot of drinkin’ Hard livin’ I got twenty on the next town, east, down, over the line Found yourself a suit that fits ya Got half a pack of moldy Liggets Ground’s the limit as we go ‘round Yonder come Susie with her heart on her sleeve And steel rail knuckles, if you don’t believe Find out for yourself See if you can make it off the floor There’s a whole lotta trouble in this broke down liver And bullshit peddlers that do deliver From the far flung reaches of the country To your front door Found yourself a suit that fits ya Got half a pack of moldy Liggets Ground’s the limit as we go ‘round Let it roll Huggin’ to the shoulder now and shootin’ out the lights A little tired, a little older, countin’ down til Friday night And knowin’ where you’re goin’ sometimes is seein’ where you been Alabama to Dakotas through the backdoor of a van Let it roll Roll them bones again Let it roll And heaven knows what she been told to love you like she do When Hell’s done froze all in your clothes and nothin’ left to prove You can make the time and make it rhyme everyday and every night But dollar on a dime you know you cannot make it right Let it roll Roll them bones again Let it roll And if fallin’ felt like flyin’ then I wouldn’t be so blue Wouldn’t wonder why and wouldn’t write this song for you Living’s slowly dying if you stand still til you do Waitin’ for an answer til they bury you Let it roll Roll them bones again Let it roll The Losing Side Okemah down to Reno and no pay I’ve seen But for a lesson in patience and geography From the bottom of the gutter to the top of OPP I had a lot of good times but the freedom ain’t free Chorus: Load it up Pack it in Watch the stone roll down that hill again The sun is shining My mind is fried And you’ll find me here on the losing side Loaded down and rollin’, burnin’ up the white lines Wild runnin’ crazy like an Arizona sage fire Doin’ all the things that I know are dumb and why I been down this road before just a couple of times Chorus Well you can’t teach stupid, but how hard they tried Seems like I gravitate to any losing fight From the bottom of my heart down to what’s left of my mind If you ask me no questions then I’ll tell you no lies Chorus That's Alright I was rollin’ up the shakes, I knowed I was gonna stay When I walked up to meet her from a westbound train From a westbound train I was washing my clothes in the kitchen sink, watching dirt run down the drain Was the last time I seen her, on an eastbound day On an eastbound day Starlight Take me through the night Starlight Shining down the pines Nothing for to keep me Empty hands and holy jeans Two more shows to New Orleans That’s alright Yeah that’s al I was rollin’ up the shakes, I knowed I was gonna stay When I walked up to meet her from a westbound train From a westbound train I was washing my clothes in the kitchen sink, watching dirt run down the drain Was the last time I seen her, on an eastbound day On an eastbound day Starlight Take me through the night Starlight Shining down the pines Nothing for to keep me Empty hands and holy jeans Two more shows to New Orleans That’s alright Yeah that’s alright I been down in Mexico, no reason left at all But for knowing and believing in what, I can’t recall In what, I can’t recall I been down in county jails seen it written on the wall Ain’t a rhyme or an answer in this road at all In this road at all Starlight Take me through the night Starlight Shining down the pines Ain’t a comin’ with me, got the Bighorn range to lift me Ten more miles to Rapid City That’s alright Seen it snowing down on Waycross all around me where I lay Was a white Christmas on a cold steel day On a cold steel day Been rained on in the desert bout an hour south of Steen’s Seen the sky light up and turn the dead hills green Turn the dead hills green Starlight Take me through the night Starlight Shining down the line If there’s nothin’ to this, have another drink on Clovis It don’t take smart folks to know this That’s alright Yeah thats alright

[@LOUISFIELDS1]

Louisiana?

[@kylerose2157]

Loïc Deschamps Washington