Escape the Floodwater Jug Band

Escape the Floodwater Jug Band

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Escape the Floodwater Jug Band is a rootin', tootin', raucous, whiskey drinkin', song beltin', sing along, dance around, good old-fashioned fun time!

Biography

In the 1920’s- it was the Memphis Jug Band. In the 1960’s- it was the Jim Kweskin Jug Band. In the 21st century, Escape the Floodwater Jug Band is hoping to fill the void for progressive modern day jug bands. Escape the Floodwater Jug Band is Iowa City’s latest, greatest, and only jug band. The group began as a trio in 2004; equipped with a Do-It-Yourself attitude and songs that bare almost punk rock dynamism with homemade instruments, banjos and washboards in lieu of the customary guitar and drums.

Escape the Floodwater Jug Band has played with a variety of acts, such as: William Elliot Whitmore (Southern/ Anti), Marissa Nadler (Eclipse), The Envy Corps (Vertigo), Ed Gray (Unread), The Dreadful Yawns (Bomp!), Raccoo-oo-oon (Fuck It Tapes), Miracles of God (Super Amigos, Unread) and The Tanks (Floodwater Records) among many other groups, with genres ranging from folk and country to rock, metal, psychedelia, and noise. Bookers and clubs don't fear: This band works surprisingly well on bills with bands of every genre!

Lyrics

Whiskey Medley

Written By: Escape the Floodwater Jug Band

Gimme some of that straight up bourbon whiskey/ a sour mash straight outta Kenucky/ the first taste starts the race to insobriety/ and here is how the story all begins

Sometimes work ain't fun/ when you work all day the boss says you're not done/ if you want to feel like you've won/ you've got to sing a little song

it goes whiskey business/ creates no dissonance/ gives you dizziness when the whole days done/ whiskey business/don't have no fizziness/ don't need no reason its good for the soul

Jack, Knob Creek, and Early Times/ Jim Beam, Bookers, Maker's Mark, Ten High/ Old Grandad, Ancient Age, and Crown/ now we must drink them all down!

Whiskey will fix it if your bicycle breaks down/ whiskey will fix it if your dog goes to the pound/ whiskey will fix it if your spouse drives you mad/ whiskey will fix everything that makes you blue or sad

I got a man who don't notice me/ I don't think he'd care if I decided to leave/ well I don't think I'll every find a man who treats me right so I sit here on this backporch and drink whiskey all night

My ol' dog died the other day, I went outside so that he could/ but when I called his name, he was nowhere to be found/ and I knew all my troubles needed to be drowned.

This afternoon when I was pedalin' to my job, I had the right of way but the car didn't stop/ it turned my bicycle into a heap of junk/ I swear on this hear bottle that I'll get that punk! whiskey will fix it...

Old Aunty had a baby way down south in Muscatine/ she dressed him in a bonnet just as cute as he could be/ but when the babe would cry to her and she couldn't stand the shout/ she fed him a milk bottle and it curdled in his mouth

Aunty's old time whiskey baby/ he can make a grown man cry/ his bottle neck and sturdy waist/ leave people jaw-dropped in their place/ may I hold him now dear aunty its my turn

Aunty's dear old baby sure was quite the sight/ women oohed and ahhed and gathered 'round in such delight/ saying aunty, dear aunty, this baby makes me blue/ because I'm out of whiskey and I want to get one too!

Sure enough in a few weeks the town was full of babes/ rolled around in carriages and strolled down by the lakes/ work was hard and long those days for the old white stork/ droppin' off so many babies on the loading dock of the liquor store!

Aunty's old time whiskey baby/ he can make a grown man cry (waa waa)/ his bottle neck and sturdy waist leave people jaw-dropped in their place/ "may I hold him now dear Aunty its my turn!"

Fond of You

Written By: Escape the Floodwater Jug Band

When I look into your eyes I know I'll never feel as fine as the times we get to meet/ and over two cups of black tea, we sit there wond'ring whether the sun comes up slower by the window seat

Until the day I die or at least a good long while/ shouldn't come as a surprise that I'll still be fond of you.

We went walkin' around this ol' deadbeat town when the trees were eternally green/ while I can't remember the date, its quite likely it was fate/ and if you stay I'll never replace your name.

Until the day I die or at least a good long while/ shouldn't come as a surprise that I'll still be fond of you.

Achin' for Some Bacon

Written By: Escape the Floodwater Jug Band

Some folks think that meat is mean/ and others think that meats not clean/ but as for me, bacon is the cure/ I love to hear that sizzle, fry/ of bacon, sausage, ham on rye/ The strain upon my heart I must endure

If you're achin' (if you're achin') for some bacon (for some bacon) you're a ham (you're a ham) in the makin' (makin' bacon)/ well there just ain't another area with better pigs than good ol' Iowa.

When I want a tasty treat/ I take a slab of pork white meat/ and throw it on the firey red hot grill/ The smokey coals give me a rise/ for what's to be a real surprise/ that tender salty bite, oh what a thrill!

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As for me, I'm a lonely vegetarian (he's a lonely vegetarian) and I think, eating meat, a bit barbarian (like Conan the Librarian)/ but just because I don't eat pig/ doesn't mean that I don't catch a whiff/ of porkchop, spare ribs, cracklins, tenderloin, if you catch my drift...

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Discography

"Take Me Home" CD EP (self- released, 2005)
"Whiskey Will Fix It!" (Super Amigos Records, 2006)

Set List

A great length of a set for us is about 30 minutes (ten or eleven songs). We have enough material for two sets. We play a mixture of originals, traditional/classic jug band songs, and a few covers (such as Rod Stewart's "Young Turks", Iron Maiden's "Run to the Hills", etc).