Clutch Lyrics     Clutch play thick, greasy Metal with one foot in the '70s Hard Rock of Led Zeppelin and the other in the '90s crunch of Pantera and Helmet. Their trademark sound revolves around bloozy guitar/bass riffs and funky, stop-start drumbeats, all topped off by frontman Neil Fallon's eccentric vocals. He barks, talks, raps and emits other assorted noises in a cigarette-damaged tone. Song titles such as "The House That Peterbilt, "Elephant Riders" and "Texan Book of the Dead" offer a sense of what to expect from their lyrics -- a mix of surreal storytelling, sci-fi obsessions and self-aware redneck humor. Since their 1993 debut Transnational Speedway League, they've let go of some of their aggro tendencies, instead going in a more southern Funk Rock direction that has led some to call them a "hillbilly Primus." Download Clutch MP3s here Buy rare Clutch vinyl records, CDs and rare music albums: Blast Tyrant Clutch Elephant Riders I Love My Dreams    Impetus Jam Room Live At The Googolplex    Pitchfork & Lost Needles Pure Rock Fury Robot Hive/exodus Transnational Speedway League

Clutch Song Lyric: Ship Of Gold Tin shacks and catfish bones have been about all I've ever known. The junebugs rattle and roll around the old maypole. Thunder and lightning, the catfish are biting, I took a riverboat downstream. I think you know what I mean. The chicken hawks, they are gathering. Above my head, they are circling. Old friends come out visiting, say, "Hi," and talk about collecting. Stray dogs won't come near me. Was blind, now I see clearly. Believe I'm fixing to die. When you're living in the country it's, "why, oh why?" Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home. Oh. Oh. Oh. Look over yonder there, on the farther shore. On the farther shore, look over yonder there. I see a ship of gold. I see a ship of gold. Beyond that mountain there, I see a Citty-on-the-Hille. Its gates are open wide. I hear the ringing bells. Look over yonder there, on toward the burying ground. Poor boy is all afire. Poor boy is dead and gone. One of these days the Ship of Gold will carry me to my reward. Out of this world it will take me to hear the horns of Jubilee. Pig fat and old pork rinds ain't enough to keep a man alive. The bullfrog sleeps all day. Come night he has his say. Believe I'm fixing to die. Believe I'll take my rest. Believe I'm fixing to die. Believe I'll take my rest. Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home. Oh. Oh. Oh. Get This Ringtone 12 Ounce Epilogue 7 Jam A Shogun Named Marcus American Sleep Animal Farm Arcadia Bacchanal Basket Of Eggs Big Fat Pig Big News I Big News II Binge And Purge Brazenhead Careful With That Mic Drink To The Dead Droid Effigy Eight Times Over Miss October El Jefe Speaks Escape From The Prison Planet Far Country Frakenstein Gnome Enthusiast Green Buckets Heirloom 13 High Caliver Consecrator I Have The Body Of John Wilkes Booth Immortal Impetus Juggernaut Clutch lyrics page: 1 2

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