Quonset Hut Soul

by Doyce Whisanant

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Solo Americana outing by this former member of Macular Degenerates.

"Bereft of the normal miscues typically befitting such a fellow of lesser means, Doyce Whisanant is a man of single-wide circumstances with double-wide vision." - PINK TORPEDO

"If a man's trailer is his castle, then a Quonset Hut surely must be a palace. One can hear such delicate contemplation and reason of life's ups and downs in the wailing chorus of 'oh, goddamn' on the opening track. Doyce Whisanant rises forth like a fiery Phoenix from the ashen mound of Rayle, Georgia, as no doubt many savory bits rise forth from the ashen mounds of his buttocks." - HOEDOWN MAGAZINE

"An exhaustingly expansive mind... Everyone gets deer meat tonight" - LOCO MAGAZINE

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released April 1, 2007

Doyce Whisanant: vocals & tambourine
instrumental accompaniment by The Rayle Deal
Foolbert Hic-Pipkin: vocalization (14)
The Dixie Sodomaires: background vocals
Recorded & produced by Tony Arnold.

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Psychedelic Prog.

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Country Funk.

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Track Name: Jesus Goddamn
Jesus Goddamn

In this time of constant struggle,
though I play the Daily Double,
as I'm picking off the buzzard and the drone,
While we pray with bitten knuckle
with Your people crying 'uncle,'
this subsistence living gets down to the bone.

Oh Goddamn, oh Goddamn
Well Goddamn it Jesus, please pick up the phone
Oh Goddamn, oh Goddamn
Well Goddamn it Jesus, what You waiting on?

Well I don't want to come off pissy,
and I'm sure You're really busy,
but an intervention's truly overdue...
There's a blaggard in the White House,
there's a 'squatch out in the hen house,
and there's plushies in the kindergarten, too.

Oh Goddamn, oh Goddamn
Well Goddamn it Jesus, what You waiting on?
Oh Goddamn, oh Goddamn
Jesus, Lord, just please pick up the fuckin' phone

Oh Goddamn, oh Goddamn
Does this busy signal mean it's off, or on?
Oh Goddamn, oh Goddamn
Get Your ass in gear and please get off the phone

Oh Goddamn, oh Goddamn
Well Goddamn it Jesus, please pick up the phone
Oh Goddamn, oh Goddamn
Well Jesus H., what the hell You waiting on?
Track Name: Quonset Hut Soul
Quonset Hut Soul

Sometimes it seem like life
is wasted on the world we know,
mankind was better off before we showed up.
Like all the wasted lives
and all the pain and all the tears
would all just disappear if we was blowed up.

Times like these if everything
we know went up in smoke,
if we would stop to think, we wouldn't risk it.
But who the hell am I
to second-guess some crazy fool
who's never even eat a buttered biscuit?

I gotta git on down the road
I got a nail on a pole
I got a jaw full of Skoal
I got a quonset hut soul

Sometimes it seem like
love is wasted on the ones we know,
and we was better off before love showed up.
Count all the wasted nights
and all the dates and all the beers
and all the plastic gals that you blowed up.

I gotta git on down the road
I got a cereal bowl
I gotta kick me a goal
I got a quonset hut soul

Times like these if everything
we knew went up in smoke,
if we could get 'em back, we wouldn't risk it.
But who the hell are we
to intervene, in other words,
just who the hell are you
to eat my biscuit?

I gotta git down the road
I gotta dig me a hole
I'm gonna make like a mole
I got a quonset hut soul