The Swamp Stomp String Band

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This album was recorded on the back end of a five hour drive and several days of shows.

After travelling through the night from a sweaty and rowdy show in Bristol, we arrived at Georges family home in the Yorkshire Dales at about 4am.

After catching a few hours sleep, we woke to the rolling hills and quietness, different to the bustle of the cities we'd written, rehearsed and gigged in. Dragging our battered instruments through the Yorkshire drizzle and over to the studio, we began laying down our tracks live into a room filled with a large desk and an array of microphones. We started slow, barely able to muster the energy we pour out on stage in front of a room full of excited drunks every night.

We were kindly given a large hearty breakfast, a welcoming mug of hot coffee and a couple glasses of Prosseco, then things started happening. We played each song as if we were in one of the many bars we'd come across the previous year, occasionally messing up, joking around and mocking each others mistakes. Speeding up, slowing down, sporadic yelling, clicks, stomps - this was the only way we could get the live authentic sound and energy of us playing a show. We hope when you listen to the record you can hear this as part of the beauty and realise that this is what our style is all about, creating something that comes straight from the soul, there and then.

By early afternoon, we had completed the record. We cracked open a can of Guinness to celebrate, slept for an hour, ate a delicious roast dinner and headed out into the wilderness of the dales to play an unplugged set in a tiny rural pub.

We hope you enjoy the record as much as we enjoyed playing on it. All the songs carry different tales and meanings, be it the drunk waking up in a ditch on the Old Plank Road or skipping from town to town to avoid the trouble you left in the last.

See you at the next show!

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released April 2, 2017

All tracks apart from 'Old Plank Road', 'Old Black Dog' & 'Big Strong Man' written by Jake Watson.

Guitar, Banjo, Harmonica, Kazoo and Vocals - Jake Watson
Double Bass and Vocals - George Pearson
Artwork - Lauren Humphrey
Produced, Recorded & Mixed - Toby Pearson

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The Swamp Stomp String Band London, UK

The Swamp Stomp String Band are not your average Americana band.

Twangy Banjos, driving Guitars and a thudding Double Bass sit behind anything from drinking songs that'll have the room stomping their feet and shooting tequila to ballads that'll break even the most toughest folk, to ragtime songs of bar fights and gambling. ... more

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Track Name: Ambulance Man
I was gonna see if Janey was around, I was gonna see if Janey was around, was gonna take that bus up to Birmingham town,
Everyones getting paid but me, you know everyones getting paid but me, I'll get my pay one day you will see,

No no no I ain't met the devil No no no I ain't met the devil, but, I've seen my baby dance, yes yes yes Id like to meet him, yes yes yes Id love to meet him but have you seen my baby twirl.

I was gonna go to Holloway town, I was gonna go to Holloway town, theres a bar room there I can lay my body town, now they got gin whiskey and wine and all that rum of all kinds, and I can lay my poor body down.

No no no I ain't met the devil No no no I aint met the devil, but, I've seen my baby dance, yes yes yes Id like to meet him, yes yes yes Id love to meet him but have you seen my baby twirl.

No no no I ain't met the devil No no no I aint met the devil, but, I've seen my baby dance, yes yes yes Id like to meet him, yes yes yes Id love to meet him but have you seen my baby twirl.

The Ambulance man knows my honey, the ambulance man knows my sugar, they all know my girl, the ambulance man knows my honey, the ambulance man knows my sugar they all know my girl.
Track Name: Hannah (Won't you open the door)
It could have been the night, it could have been the day, could have been the English revolution babe, I need my Chicken I need my Gin, but you need more than you ever did before, Hannah, won't you open the door.

I won't go back to the belly of a whale, I won't jump town, I won't skip my bail, take these boots I'll go down South, but you need more than you ever did before, Hannah, won't you open the door.

Jesse James was the king of the fair, used his teary eyes to slick back his hair, I just need a good friend to see me through, but you need more than you ever did before, Hannah, won't you open the door.

It could have been the night, it could have been the day, could have been the English revolution babe, I need my Chicken I need my Gin, but you need more than you ever did before, Hannah, won't you open the door.
Track Name: Mizen Head Blues
If she leaves me, won't you know, I won't be far behind the train that she's on, and if she leaves me, won't you know, I won't be far behind the train that she's on, but these Mizen Head blues, well they keep me going so long.

I was a Lion tamer, not so long, not so long before she gone, I was a Lion tamer not so long, not so long before she gone, but these Mizen Head blues well they keep me going so long.

Selfish Joanna, did she read that, did she read that book of James, Selfish Joanna, did she read that, did she read that book of James, these Mizen Head blues will take anybody name.

And if she leaves me, won't you know, I won't be far behind the train that she's on, and if she leaves me, won't you know, I won't be far behind the train that she's on, but these Mizen Head blues, well they keep me going so long.
Track Name: Halloween Wind
Well I should have left town before this shit hit the ground, I got this friend out West who takes care of me well, and he is a drunk but he tidies up well, told me he trades with demons in the darkest depths of hell, at the feasts and the raves where the silhouettes spit games, to grab each other fella, in the dust bowls and forever.

and all through those corn fields, halloween wind did blow, was a boy from the black country, in the hurricane and snow, and I never did like those city boys because they knew where to slam their door, I often wonder if you did too.

Well mama I miss you but I know you raised me well, through the calendar girls and those addicts you know I crept through well, resolution and solution it just trickles through the pipeline, back up the spout and right into my mouth.

and all through those corn fields, halloween wind did blow, was a boy from the black country, in the hurricane and snow, and I never did like those city boys because they knew where to slam their door, I often wonder if you did too.

and all through those corn fields, halloween wind did blow, was a boy from the black country, in the hurricane and snow, and I never did like those city boys because they knew where to slam their door, I often wonder if you did too.
Track Name: Blackwater Rag
Fifteen miles on that Blackwater line, it's only seventeen from hell, trade your pocket watch for your paint stripper, working boots for that southern bell.

In the morning you'll be fine with a jump up Johnny, sixteen pints of wine but, don't you dare come back, Oh now mama theres a storm on the cards, trees on the line and bodies in the yard, but don't you dare come back just bellowing that Blackwater rag.

And now theres blood it's on that bible, it's only Jack the ripper he's reading it, he just says boys 'you know it's poetry of burnt coal', and those disciples think otherwise.

In the morning you'll be fine with a jump up Johnny, sixteen pints of wine but, don't you dare come back, Oh now mama theres a storm on the cards, trees on the line and bodies in the yard, but don't you dare come back just bellowing that Blackwater rag.

She says walk and I say 'where girl?'
She says sing and I say 'Woah!'
She says talk and I say I'll keep on talking about that Blackwater Rag

In the morning you'll be fine with a jump up Johnny, sixteen pints of wine but, don't you dare come back, Oh now mama theres a storm on the cards, trees on the line and bodies in the yard, but don't you dare come back just bellowing that Blackwater rag.
Track Name: Dead Moth Blues
OH my father he's a bare knuckle fighter, OH my father he's a bare knuckle fighter, he says it must be in our blood,
I've got this white wash woman and she's made of stone, I've got this white wash woman and she's made of stone, only think keeping me from being so alone.

But I keep on running with my head held down, I keep on running with my head held down, I keep on running with my head held down, a Dead Moth Blues and a, drunken clown.

Oh my mother, she's a drummer in this dixie band, Oh my mother, she's a drummer in this dixie band, bangs those drums with her bare withered hand.
If I go West you know, I'll take those hands, if I go West you know, I'll take those hands, only thing that, made me this man.

But I keep on running with my head held down, I keep on running with my head held down, I keep on running with my head held down, a Dead Moth Blues and a, drunken clown.

But I keep on running with my head held down, I keep on running with my head held down, I keep on running with my head held down, a Dead Moth Blues and a, drunken clown.
Track Name: Old Train Songs
Old train songs are like wedding bands, Old train songs are like wedding bands, Old train songs are like wedding bands, I aint gonna sing them no more.

She walks the white cliff, my dear English rose, scouring the shore line like, violin bows, like yesterdays lottery ticket, those men turn to dogs, screaming in your merry month of your love.

Old train songs are like wedding bands, Old train songs are like wedding bands, Old train songs are like wedding bands, I aint gonna sing them no more.

Did you hear that bell ring, did you hear Joan of Arc sing, flying way above, way above the sin house, and did you hear my name, on crucifix lane, because my love oh my love thats slow dancing with trouble.

Old train songs are like wedding bands, Old train songs are like wedding bands, Old train songs are like wedding bands, I aint gonna sing them no more.

Old train songs are like wedding bands, Old train songs are like wedding bands, Old train songs are like wedding bands, I aint gonna sing them no more.

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