Gonzo-folk at its finest, Cravin’ Dogs creates a unique, vibrant blend of melodic roots-rock. We're celebrating our 31st anniversary - 217 dog years young! BONE (2017) Credits & Lyrics 1 – Tonight We Ride (3:07) 2 – Come Share A Chaise (2:35) 3 – Neon Jesus (3:13) 4 – Friends In Space (3:18) 5 – Truck Farmer’s Lament (5:18) 6 – Paris, France (2:41) 7 – Low Hanging Fruit (4:22) 8 – Steve’s Song (2:51) 9 – Paris Is Full Of Spies (4:08) 10 – Croatoan (5:58) 11 – Come Share A Chaise (reprise) (1:54) CREDITS Cravin’ Dogs: Caldwell Gray – Acoustic Guitar, Keyboards, Lead Vocals John Penovich – Acoustic & Electric Guitars, Lap Steel, Mellotron, Harmony Vocals Todd Baker – Electric Violin, Harmony Vocals Barry Warsaw – Bass, Harmony Vocals Tom Helf – Drums, Percussion Special guests: Lisa Gray – Harmony Vocals on 2 & 9 Sara Curtin and Maureen Andary (a/k/a The Sweater Set) – Harmony Vocals on 5, 6 & 8 Brian Simms – Accordion on 6 El Torro Gamble – Hand Claps on 7, Triangle on 9 Kristin Gray – Harmony Vocals & Acoustic Bass on 11 Catherine & Anna Pearle Gray – Harmony Vocals on 8 & 11, Violin on 11 Bobby Read – Horns on 10 Charles Flye – Piano on 11 Emma, Chloe & Ceilia Flye; McKenna & Kristen Farrand – Vocals on 11 Lily Gray – Vocals on 8 All songs ©℗ 2017 by Cravin’ Dogs/Preash Records (Preash Publishing/ASCAP). All music written by Caldwell Gray except for 7 (Jay Lee). All lyrics written by Jay Lee except for 3 (Caldwell Gray), 5 (Caldwell Gray and Jay Lee), 6 (Caldwell and Stewart Gray) and 8 (Stewart Gray). Produced & engineered by John Penovich. Mixed by Doug Derryberry. Additional engineering by Caldwell Gray, Todd Baker and Bobby Read. Mastered by Mike Monseur at Bias Studios. Recorded May 2015 through March 2017 at Verndon Studio in Vienna, Virginia; Apartment Zero in Silver Spring, Maryland; Peterkin Studio in South Woodstock, Vermont; Covington Cove Studio in Emerald Isle, North Carolina; Strohmeyer Studio in Ocracoke Island, North Carolina; and Oehler Studio in Huntersville, North Carolina. For more information visit www.cravindogs.com, visit us on Facebook, e.mail cravindogspublicity@gmail.com, or call 703-798-DOGS. Preash Records, 1616 Trap Road, Vienna, Virginia 22182. Lyrics: Tonight We Ride Lyrics by Jay Lee Music by Caldwell Gray (copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP) Do you care it’s a dark horse if you ride at night? Can you know you’re up a box canyon guided by Venus’ light? Do you spook at the rush of the torrent in the unseen valley below? Hand on the pommel, loose in the reins, do you trust what your animal knows? Tonight we ride I know he’s up the holler, will have to fetch him with the dogs Cove and glade we’ll wander bringing in them hogs Raise your hogs on ground nuts, save your corn for the still Respect them woodland creatures, let the others have their fill Brown or clear your liquor Goes down good with nut-fed swine Raise your hogs on ground nuts You’ll be feeling mighty fine The crick runs clear most all the year The snowmelt gives a wash Sprouts and ‘shrooms will issue forth To give my hogs a ‘nosh The smokehouse beam’s a groaning with the forest’s ruby fruit He was fast and lean, his snout a plow, I savor his hick’ry haunch Mind you tip your revenuer every time he comes around A pound or two of bacon, corn ears busting at the seam Come Share A Chaise Lyrics by Jay Lee Music by Caldwell Gray (copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP) Come share a chaise on a summer night In a sheltered garden of earthly delight No amount of bourbon or mint Can slake this happy thirst Let’s drink deep, to you and me And me to you and us to we Hidden here in plain sight, Sharing a chaise on a sultry night The song we share That throbs and rolls And bumps and squeaks All the rhythms of a rope weave bed Wind in a river cabin’s trees Green shoots always push through matted leaves Canvas colors the palette year to year Waxing dark to bright All our roads lead to home, A river run cabin or old chateau, A cozy flat or crumbling manse, Our places matter Take me for the man I think I am The man I want to be Just the same not second best Love the man you see Neon Jesus Lyrics & Music by Caldwell Gray (copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP) It’s another Christmas It’s another December It’s cold outside, I’m sitting Beside the embers Bright lights in the city People in those lights But my life Is a knife That cuts a slice The vinyl’s spinning I put a log on the fire It’s piling up, I’d better Put some chains on my tires Gotta see the fellas Before they go back to school Par Four, I adore All the lore and no rules Everyone’s jivin’ And carryin’ on Live songs on the jukebox Make a quarter go all night long Days of isolation Return from childhood’s end Solitary fascination Can’t really mend Neon Jesus in the window Open up your door He’s not here For a beer And some cheer anymore Friends In Space Lyrics by Jay Lee Music by Caldwell Gray (copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP) The pavement’s wet Freshening rain Ozone smells so clean It’s not what you think There’s more than you know Walking together at night A thin shell of air Morning makes clear How far the distance goes We’re friends in space You got friends in space Friends in space Out of time out of place Tilt everything on its side Horizon bends, horizon bows Doubt it will stick but it’s worth a try Feel the planet fly You’ve got friends in space Out of time out of place You’ve got friends in space Truck Farmer’s Lament Lyrics by Jay Lee & Caldwell Gray Music by Caldwell Gray (copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP) I’m done with melons in august Finish berries in June Apples in October Makes me loathe the harvest moon If it’s not the frost on the stubble It’s the dew on the grass These chains have no value But to tie me down None of my hands speak english That’s alright with me It’s my thumb on the scale But I see you don’t mind i see It’s a truck farmer’s lament He sells sentiment by the sack It’s a truck farmer’s lament sentiment by the sack You’re paying for country You drive right through Esse quam videri Red, spite and blue Row upon row Shimmers and strides “Look honey, peaches. Heaven sakes alive.” Paris, France Lyrics by Stewart Gray & Caldwell Gray Music by Caldwell Gray (copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP) French Translation by Geneviève Leloup & Kristin Gray Do you really want to go to Paris, France? It’s so goddam far away Do you really want to leave our love to chance?Seems you might not be comin’ back this way Let’s watch “American in Paris” Sugar momma, bad to the bone Besides, don’t you remember? He dumped her for Leslie Caron Veux-tu vraiment aller à Paris, France? C’est sacrément loin! Veux-tu livrer notre amour au hasard? Me semble bien que tu ne reviendras pas Regardons “Un Américain à Paris” Sugar Momma, bad to the bone En plus, t’en souviens-tu pas? Il l’a larguée pour Leslie Caron Low Hanging Fruit Lyrics & Music by Jay Lee (copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP) Can’t go fast through the garden ‘Cause of the low-hanging fruit Sometimes I yield to temptation I wouldn’t want to be rude Don’t think I’d have done different I’d walked a mile in your shoes I’m not ashamed to be naked I always wear my birthday suit Pick a bushel, pay per pound The weight you pull will bring you down We left home we can’t stay put Out of bounds of our own accord Your steady hand, my flaming sword Just cause you can Don’t mean you should It’s a bone of contention It’s just morning wood Don’t go fast through the garden You’ll miss the low hanging fruit You’ll want to yield to temptation You don’t want to be rude Steve’s Song (From “The Zombie Musical”) Lyrics by Stewart Gray Music by Caldwell Gray (copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP) Without a hope Without a prayer Without a heartbeat I don’t care It may be wrong We can make it right To be pulled apart Or be sacrificed What you say I know is true I can’t believe I’m in love with you Your skin is green My skin is pale This relationship Is bound to fail Can we make our way in this world? Or will we be b**ch-slapped by the fate of opposing cultures? How do we decide what to do, As we step out together into this brave new world? Paris Is Full Of Spies Lyrics by Jay Lee Music by Caldwell Gray (copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP) Paris is full of spies Walking down the boulevard You don’t meet any eyes But everyone notices everything About you They ascertain without mistake Where you’re from And how you’re made Maybe it’s not important Or maybe it’s a shame To be in full view of a stranger But be no stranger, stranger just the same I make my peace with the sidewalk It gets me where I want to go As long as I dont fight it, As long as a cold wind don’t blow There’s nothing there to stop me from walking right For every man in the city, There’s a plow in the fields somewheres An old homeplace, a familiar face Croatoan Lyrics by Jay Lee Music by Caldwell Gray (copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP) The ceaseless whispering pine Reminds me of how big the ocean is Sand in everything, the bugs bite all night Scratching out messages I hope you’ll find I’m held out for as long as I could That someday you’d come for me like you said you would Seeing as how there’s action close at hand I’m going native in my native land Going native in my native land Going native in my native land Ships pass in the night I don’t give a damn iIm going native in my native land I’m heartsick forlorn and layabout Reaching across the chapel ceiling I part the crowd with a westward leaning My coterie of savages pale and wasted Come Share A Chaise (reprise) Lyrics by Jay Lee Music by Caldwell Gray Featuring The Holler Choir with The Stieff Trio (copyright 2017 Preash Publishing/ASCAP) The song we share That throbs and rolls And bumps and squeaks All the rhythms of a rope weave bed Wind in a river cabin’s trees Green shoots always push through matted leaves Let’s drink deep, to you and me And me to you and us to we Hidden here in plain sight, Sharing a chaise on a sultry night