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A song that asks the question, "Was it ever 'love'?"

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She’s a dark haired pariah in a big red Ford
Five miles out of Bangor on a cunning little road
With a handbag and a half tank and mismatched shoes
She’s running from something she just can’t lose

Now Troy is bareheaded and a ruthless man
No melody to his manner no one he wouldn’t hang
She’s so supernatural, no angel or diplomat
But she had enough of his abuse and had enough of that!

Now she’s flying past Hardy Hill, killing Hwy 9
Blackjack on her tail trying to make some time
Racing into overdrive on a reckless path and
New York City’s coming up to so bright and oh so fast!

Now Blackjack was a flatfish man, drunken and habitual
A lackey invertebrate, stale and ineffectual
Now she had no worries though the lunk didn’t like her much
He was a pulpit short a preacher man, with no brain as such

The only thing on this one-way road to keep her senses on
Was the stoutly moon hanging over northern Orrington
And the spritely speckled waves of that Penebscot run
And the hard gleaming shaft of a stainless steel gun

Now she’s busting out of Rockland out on hwy 1
Fuel and joe and cigarettes and Blackjack long gone
Just a big red Ford, good old Lord and glove box full of cash
And New York City’s coming up to so bright and oh so fast!

Just a girl from Lucky Landing had her head on straight
Til she met an unfit man by the name of Troy McRae.
Was it that her love had died and he didn’t know
Or Ricky Fleet in the backseat of her big red Ford?

Now Ricky’s dead, shot in the head and that’s the plainest fact
She too would be evidence without a different tack
While Troy was out she waited for the ductile evening sun
And dashed away with a stash of cash and shiny, steely gun.

Now she’s sinking into Stamford against the newborn sun
Got no home, just a big red Ford and the charge of a new found gun.
She’s looking for a hideaway in the concrete, steel and glass
And New York City’s coming up to so bright and oh so fast!
New York City’s coming up to so bright and oh so fast!
New York City’s coming up to so bright and oh!

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from 'til you broke some bones, track released March 1, 2021
Wooler T Rhodes - Guitar, Vocals
Desmond Mayfield - Backing Vocals
Tara Playne - Percussion
Gurf Havers - Bass
Delbert Dagmar - Harmonica
Clint Becker - Mandolin

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Wooler Rhodes Prince Edward, Ontario

Wooler Rhodes is a collective of like-minded musicians championing the idea of the Cosmic Canadiana sound and channeling the spirits of FJ McMahon, Allan Wachs, Murray McLauchlan, Gene Clark, Ted Lucas and many more. Take a dive into songs about heartache, longing, particle accelerators and society's inevitable downward spiral. This is Wooler Rhodes. Cover art by claudia jean mccabe. ... more

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