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The Voices of Gettysburg by Brian Kennell

1. Good Evening Folks
*For What It’s Worth (Stephen Stills)
© Warner-Tamerlane Pub. Corp.

2. Doggone

3. Greed Acres/The Ghost Tour Family
*Green Acres (Vic Mizzy) © Unison Music Co.
*The Addams Family © Unison Music Co.

Greed Acres is the place to be
Casino livin is the life for me
Slots keep spreading out so far and wide
Give me a quarter who needs a battlefield guide

Downtown is where I’d rather stay
But all those carriages get in the way
Traffic backed up here to Timbuktu
Darling I love it and Perry Como’s here too

Tax base
Rent space
The square
Nightmare

Greed Acres is the place for me
I see monuments, but where’s the trees?
Battlefield keeps spreading out so far and wide
Who needs history just give me a ghost tour guide…………

They're creepy and they're kooky
Their crowded and their spooky
The guide looks like a wookie
The ghost tour family

Now houses are museums
Where people come to see 'em
Trespassing as they scre-am
The ghost tour family

Neat, a treat, sweet
Ghoul, drool, cool

So find some steps to crawl on
A free tour you can go on
We're gonna pay a call on
The ghost tour family

If you want to make a dollar
Just start your tour and holler
Don’t have to be a scholar
For ghost tour families

Greed Acres is the place to stay
I could ride my Harley every day
But I can’t figure out which flag to fly
Guess I better get me a battlefield guide

What a lovely place to go to school
But I get allergic smelling wool
I just adore those frat house brews
Darling I love you, but aren’t we missing Fox News?

T-shirts
Long skirts
Big Macs
Hard tack

You are my wife….
I could reenact the rest of my life!!!!
Greed Acres we are there

4. Gotta Get A Bike

5. Pennsyltucky Song
*Alabama Song (Bertolt Brecht, Kurt Weill)
© WB Music Corp. OBO Kurt Weill Foundat’n For Music

Well, show me the way
To the next biker bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

Show me the way
To the next biker bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find
The next biker bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Pennsyltucky
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good ol hound dog
And must have whisky, oh, you know why

Well, show me the way
To the next six-foot blonde
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

Show me the way
To the next six-foot blonde
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find
The next six-foot blonde
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Pennsyltucky
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good ol hound dog
And must have whisky, oh, you know why

6. Uncle Melay and Cousin Darryl

7. In The Summertime 1970’s/Brand New Motorbike
*In The Summertime (Raymond Dorset)
© Universal-MCA Publishing, Sony /ATV Songs LLC
*Brand New Key (Melanie Safka)
© EMI April Music Inc.

In the summertime when the weather is hot
You can cruise Steinwehr and touch the sky
When the weather's fine
You got women, you got women on your mind
Buy a cheap souvenir
Go out and see what you can find

If your daddy's rich then the Colonel’s the deal
If your daddy's poor buy a Happy Meal
Speed along Long Lane
You got chicken, you got burgers, you got fries
If your old school
You had Twin Kiss, you had Stuckey’s in July

We're no threat, people
That’s a cap gun in my jeans
We love plastic swords and the cheap canteens
When the weather's fine
We do our best to help the slow economy
We're always happy
With a dollar on a Gilbert’s shopping spree

When the winters here, sled on ol Horse Hill
Take your sister to the Tiber and go skating til she spills
When its Christmas time
Sheaffer Bros. has the Chucks you want to see
At the Shoebox, P. F. Flyer’s and Pro-Keds for you and me

I rode my motorcycle past your window last night
You got no shut-eye from dusk to daylight
It always seems like you are blaming me
I might ride alone, but I got something you need

Well, I got a brand new Harley motorbike
You got a Suzuki
I think that we should get together and try them out to see
I’ve been riding around awhile
You got something for me
Oh, I’ve got a brand new Harley motorbike
But you got a Suzuki

I ride my bike, don’t roller skate don’t drive no car
Don’t go too fast, but I go pretty far
For somebody who don’t drive
I’ve been all around the world
Some people say that I’m just not right for the girls

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah yeah

I asked your mother if you were at home
She said, yes but you weren’t alone
Oh, sometimes I think of buying Japanese
My name ain’t John but it’s a Yoko I need

Well, I got a brand new Harley motorbike
You got a Suzuki
I think that you should buy American and try one out you see
I’ve been riding around awhile
You got something for me
Oh, I’ve got a brand new Harley motorbike
You got a Suzuki

We have F&M, but not F&T
Tasty Taco….. we got Tasty Freeze
Arctic Locker…. buy a pixie stick and suck the sugar down
Grant’s have Hot Wheels but we get our wiffle balls at Bargain Town

Swim at Jack’s Pool, then go golfin at Faloon’s
We have Tot Lot in the morning then we’ll melt in afternoons
Take your best squirt gun, find your sister and proceed to wet her down
Check at Murphy’s but we get our 45’s at Bargaintown

Phillip’s 66, Streets of 63
Swifty has the better melons but we’ll shop at A&P
Baskin Robbin’s…. get a free scoop when the owner’s not around
Be at King’s for a day, but you get the better deals at Bargain Town
We are kings for a day chasing sprayers as their foggin’ up the town
That’s why were happy being locals in a Pennsyltucky town
That’s why were stuck here being locals in a Pennsyltucky town

8. Walk On The Wild Side 1970’s
*Walk On The Wild Side (Lou Reed)
© Spirit One Music OBO Oakfield Avenue Music LTD

Tiny came to Gettysburg, PA
Hitchiked his way across the U-S-A
Lookin for another bride
A brand new gig and a brand new ride
Say hey Tiny, take a walk on the wild side
Say hey Tim, take a walk on the wild side

Stella got too close to Three Mile Island
In the Parrot she was everybody's darlin'
When the lights were dimmed down low
You should have seen her glow, glow, glow
She says hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
Said hey honey, take a walk on the wild side

Uncle Melay’s native to the street
Still lookin for Jasper’s and a place to eat
Even Marv’s has turned to dust
And followed suit of the Upper Crust
Say hey uncle take a walk on the wild side
Hey Melay, take a walk on the wild side

And the biker chicks sing……..doo doo doo doo

Charlie Kranias has the knockout punch
With a gut grenade at the Texas Lunch
A hot dog with or two without
There ain’t no need for sauerkraut
Say hey Charlie keep the onions on the light side
Say hey Ernie, keep the onions on the light side

Leisure Suite Larry came to feel the beat
Lookin' to disco down at the Retreat
A hustle here and a hustle there
The Locker Dancers or Fred Astaire
Hey Larry, take a walk on the wild side
I said hey Larry, take a walk on the wild side

Tiny is just speedin away
Felt like Steve McQueen for a day
Once he learned he would be crushed
When he got wind they closed Bum’s Rush
Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
Hey honey, take a walk on the wild side

And the biker chicks sing doo doo doo doo doo doo

9. Ain’t It Majestic?

10. Disco Sweat (The Retreat)
© Melay Music (Cummings, Payne, Unger, Rabbai, Kennell)

I got to hustle, cause I’ve got no muscle yeah
Gotta get a fraction of all the action
It’s more than I can hope for, it’s more than she can stand
My hair is thinning, but I’m still spinning
til the break of day, gonna dance the night away
Livin for the disco sweat
Livin for the disco sweat
Livin for the disco sweat
Livin for the disco

You’ll always find me…oooh what’s that behind me
Haven’t we met before?... ooh which ways the door?
That perspiration is my inspiration
Straight from the tables and coming back for more
Ain’t the Majestic, just quite domestic
til the break of day, gonna dance my life away
Livin for the disco sweat
Livin for the disco sweat
Livin for Disco Tex and his Sex-o-lettes
Just livin, just livin, just livin, just livin

I earn every dollar for the club
It’s all part of the disease
What I don’t spend at the Village Shop
I blow at the Retreat
When I put on those platform shoes
And share my expertise
And keep the hometown ladies….
swept right off their funky feet

Livin for the disco sweat
Livin for the disco sweat
Livin for the disco sweat
Just livin, just livin, just livin, just livin

Livin for the disco sweat
Livin for the disco

11. Battlefield Bob & Townie Tom

There’s a lesson were hearing
with each tree that’s thrown
Now they tell us the clearing has been overgrown
You can bet that it soon
Will be skinned to the bone
So you better start your huggin or get chained to an oak

Young lovers get scorched at the new Devil’s Den
Don’t open your eyes, the shade won’t come again
and don’t peak too soon for the chainsaw still spins
Those acres of woods are a vanishing fast
Now there ain’t no deer left to be grazing that grass
Your history lesson has mother earth ragin

Friends will be fiends and fiends will be friends
there’s no telling on whom we should depend
And there’s no telling how much money they spend
Aren’t the leaves off the trees at November’s end?

Come tourists and townies you better get on your mark
Get set for an eyeful before you embark
For the thick grove now will later be thin
You better see daylight before it gets dark
Remember that this is a military park
Your history lesson has mother earth ragin

Young lovers get scorched at the new Devil’s Den
Better use 50 block sunscreen or you’ll burn your rear-end
Don’t stay out too long if you are fair skinned
Those acres of woods are a vanishing fast
Now there ain’t no deer left to be grazing that grass
Your history lesson… has mother earth ragin

13. I Get To Choose

15. Long After Dark

Tip-toe thru the Round Tops
By the Round Tops
That’s where I'll be
come tip toe thru the Round Tops with me

Tip-toe by the ranger
There’s no danger
if he can’t see
Come tip toe thru the Round Tops with me

Knee deep in fireflies we’ll stay
we'll keep the chiggers away
and if I kiss you in the Wheatfield
in the moon light
will you pardon me
and tip toe thru the Round Tops with me

Knee deep in fireflies we’ll play
and we'll keep the chiggers away
and if we get caught in the Wheatfield
with our pants down
will you pardon me
Come tip-toe through the Round Tops with me

17. Rest Easy

He’s a hound dooder dog
Sittin on his hound dooder log
Eatin him a hound dooder frog….Dooder Dog

He’s been sittin on the dooder thrown
He’s been chompin on the dooder bone
He’s been chattin on the dooder phone…Dooder Dog

Dooder Dog spends his days diggin them holes in my yard
Dooder Dog I pray ya aint gonna stray too far from me
Stay under the dooder tree

He’s a hound dooder dog
Sittin on his hound dooder log
Eatin him a hound dooder frog…Dooder Dog

He’s been sittin on the dooder thrown
He’s been chompin on the dooder bone
He won’t leave my cat alone…Dooder Dog

Produced by Steve Cummings and Brian Kennell

All music tracks (except track 18) recorded at 800lb Studio
Engineering and arranging: Steve Cummings
All vocals and track 18 recorded at Stable Studio, Chambersburg, PA
Vocals engineered by Steve Pheil
Mixed by Steve Cummings, 800lb Studio
Mastered by Charlie Pilzer, Airshow, Springfield, VA
Cover Illustrations and art direction by Don Rinehart
Cover concept by Brian Kennell and Don Rinehart

Dedicated in loving memory to Don Bollinger (1931-2006)
and Jim Unger (1954-2006), the essence of this project.