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Rocketbuster

Rocketbuster

 

 

 

 

 

Wylie writes of the new project:

For as long as I can remember, music has always been connected with the impulse to move… to get up and dance…to celebrate life. Among my earliest memories of childhood are Dad playing the guitar in our spacious living room with Mom, my three older brothers and our sole sister as the enthralled audience. Dad thrummed his old F-hole Epiphone with a bouncing right hand as we skipped and waltzed the length of the house…each brother waiting on the sidelines to take turns dancing with our good natured sis. Mom chirped harmonies and clapped her hands in a cadence of approval. The power of music was in us all.

As a child of the sixties, I grew up in musical kaleidoscope of ever morphing genres. Folk, rock, country and pop were crowding the airwaves with the unbridled FM radio format and the plethora of evening TV variety shows. I was a Montana ranch kid with the gate of pop culture being thrown wide open to my eager eyes, ears and soul.

And so, with this album I am drawn like a moth to the flame, to a time and place where the music still dances, drums and drives…where the boundaries of genre are irrelevant. After a period of major life changes, I feel a renewal…the urge to cut loose and dance again. I am propelled forward by the explosions of rhythms, melodies and grooves that over the years have been deeply etched into my character. The musical universe is still expanding at the speed of light. Hop on and take a spin with me on “Rocketbsuter”!

Enjoy!
Wylie

1. Buck Up and Huck It
(W. Gustafson) Two Medicine Music, BMI
2. 5 Days to Friday
(W. Gustafson) Two Medicine Music, BMI
3. True Love Ways
(Buddy Holly, Norman Petty) Peer International Corp., BMI
4. Rocketbuster Boots
(W. Gustafson) Two Medicine Music, BMI
5. 200 Ton
(W. Gustafson) Two Medicine Music, BMI
6. Willing Horse
(W. Gustafson) Two Medicine Music, BMI
7. Montana Love Song
(W. Gustafson) Two Medicine Music, BMI
8. Yo Yo Ma
(Grimes, Kimbrough, Womack, Meyer) Weona Music BMI
9. Ugly Girl Blues
(W. Gustafson) Two Medicine Music, BMI
10. Yodel Man
(W. Gustafson) Two Medicine Music, BMI
11. Old Blue
(Erik Gustafson, Wylie Gustafson) Two Medicine Music BMI
12. Got My Yodeler Goin’
(W. Gustafson) Two Medicine Music, BMI
13. Summer Leases
(W. Gustafson) Two Medicine Music, BMI
14. Houlihan
(W. Gustafson) Two Medicine Music, BMI

Recorded at Sidekick Sound Studios, Nashville, Tenn.
November 29 – December 3, 2011
Produced by Wylie Gustafson

Engineered by Mark Thornton
Mixed by Larry Marrs

Musicians
Dennis Crouch: Upright bass
John Gardner: Drums and percussion
Erik Gustafson: Electric guitar, harmonica, harmony vocals
Tony Harrell: Accordion, pianos
Mark Thornton: Gut-string guitar,
Larry Marrs: Harmony vocals
Robby Turner: Steel guitar
Wylie Galt Gustafson: Vocals, electric and acoustic guitars

Cover image: Graphic design by George Garfio, from photos by Thomas Lee (www.thomasleephoto.com), all rights reserved. Tray photo by Ross Hecox for Western Horseman.
Special thanks:
Amber Gustafson; Rick Bryceson; Shane Queener; Ray Doyle; Scot Wilburn; Western Folklife Center; National Council for the Traditional Arts; Carhartt and Debbie Tarys; Elixir Strings; TJ Wald; Margo Metegrano at www.CowboyPoetry.com; the good folks whom I forgot to thank; and as always, the listeners of our music.


 

Rocketbuster Lyrics

 

Buck Up and Huck it

Wylie Gustafson

Well you’re under duress
Your place is a mess
Cause a grizzly got in
­To the old grain bin
Last night when you slep
tnow there aint much left
So you call the warden in
And he tells you with a grin
Gotta file the proper paperwork
Before we set a trap
Hey say- buck up and huck it
If the bear comes back

 

CH:

 

Yodelahee-whoop whoop yodelahee
Buck up and huck it

 

Your cows are out up on Highway 89
Someone left open for the 17th time
So you saddle up your colt
He’s a little bit green
Been actin’ kinda humpy lately
Building up some steam
Well you kick him in the belly
To get him past a cow
Got to buck up and huck it
Cause you’re dancing on the clouds
CH

 

It’s 5 am and the the telephone rings
It’s your neighbor to the West
Just awaken up from a dream
Says the steer you’ve been missin
For the past 3 years
Is now grazing in his garden
Nibblin on the ears
Of his grand prize corn
And when he starts in a bitchin
You say:
Buck up and huck it bub,
Your fence needs fixin!

 

5 Days to Friday

 

W Gustafson

Servitude ain’t no fun
When you stuck in a hole that don’t get no sun
40 hours of sweat and toil
Make my back ache, my blood boil
Come Sunday evenin’ I start the clock
5 more days ‘til I can rock

 

Ch:
Sunday- 5 day to Friday
Monday- 4 day to Friday
Tuesday- 3 day to Friday
Wednesday- 2 day to Friday
Thursday- Hold on tight
Friday night is here!

 

Well my shrink says I need a goal
To fulfill my ailing soul
By cracky boys! I think she’s right
So I set my sight on Friday night
Come Sunday evenin’ I start the clock
5 more days ‘til I can rock

 

Ch:Sunday- 5 day to Friday
Monday- 4 day to Friday
Tuesday- 3 day to Friday
Wednesday- 2 day to Friday
Thursday- Hold on tight
Friday night is here!

 

 

True Love Ways

Buddy Holly/ Norm Petty

Just you know why
Why you and I
Will by and by
Know true love ways.

 

Sometimes we’ll sigh
Sometimes we’ll cry
Yet we’ll know why
Just you and I
Know true love ways.

 

 

Throughout the days
Our true love ways
Will bring us joy to share
With those who really care.

 

Sometimes we’ll sigh
Sometimes we’ll cry
And we’ll know why
Just you and I
Know true love ways.

 

Throughout the days
Our true love ways
Will bring us joy to share
With those who really care.

 

Sometimes we’ll sigh
Sometimes we’ll cry
Yet we’ll know why
Just you and I
Know true love ways.

 

 

Rocketbuster Boots

Wylie Gustafson oct 2011

Sixteen inch tubes, stove pipe tops
Stitchin that’s bitchin. Vamps that rock
A hoorah ridge to hold my spurs
Superfine lines that swirl and curve
Check out my Rocketbusters sugar bug
When I walk they talk!
Come on sister
Time to turn these doggies loose!
Gonna walk on the wild side
In my Rocketbuster boots

 

I’m a devil I’m a dandy
I got flowers on my toes
Pipin on my pull straps
Double stitched soles
Canta lever heels that slope underneath
Talking El Paso fashion
Cowboy sheik
Gonna rip it up honey dawg
Tear off the roof
Come on sister
Time to turn these doggies loose!
gonna rattle the rafters
In my Rocketbuster boots

 

Bridge

 

Join hands circle to the south

 

Sip a little whiskey wipe your mouth
Allemande left take a chance
Swing your honey and watch her dance
Promenade through and swing
Back though and circle a ring
yip yi yo Dosado
5,4,3,2,1 Let’s go!

 

Blast off!
Take it to the moon
Come on Sister
Time to turn these doggies loose
Gonna rattle the rafters
in my Rocketbuster Boots

 

200 Tons

 

Wylie Gustafson

 

 

Mule skin apron hangin down
Chasin’ that wagon round and round
Hooks in our hands
And our feet on the ground
200 ton to go
Only 200 ton to go

 

60 pounds a piece don’t seem so bad
But pick a few thousand and you’ll be glad
When the day is done, hey don’t be so sad
200 ton to goOnly 200 ton to go

 

Hey hey stack ’em right
Keep em square and Pack em tight
When April comes around
We gonna see the light
200 ton to go
Only 200 ton to go

 

Neighbor’s been using his fancy machine
He Picks ‘em up slick and stacks em up clean
But he’s getting fat and we’re staying lean
200 ton to go
Only 200 ton to go

 

Hey hey stack ’em right
Keep em square andPack em tight
When April comes around
You gonna see the light
200 Tons to go
Only 200 Tons to go

 

 

 

Willing horse

Wylie Gustafson

 

Baby you’ve been blessed
But you can’t see
Just what you’ve got
And it’s killing me
you want it all
you want it fast
But the way you’ve been goin
It ain’t gonna last

 

But oh oh oh
You’re askin’ too much
Oh oh oh
Pushin’ too hard
Oh oh oh
You never satisfied
Baby you’re gonna ride
That willing horse to death

 

I bought you good horses,
sorrels and bays
You grabbed the reins,
and you galloped away
Ain’t it just like you
To take it all
You don’t know what you’ve got
And Your kingdom is bound to fall

 

But oh oh oh
You’re askin’ too much
Oh oh oh
Pushin’ too hard
Oh oh oh
You never satisfied
Baby you’re gonna ride
That willing horse to death

 

Take it easy now you got to slow down
Take it easy now You gotta give a little ground… sometimes

 

But oh oh oh
You’re askin’ too much
Oh oh oh
Pushin’ too hard
Oh oh oh
You never satisfied
Baby you’re gonna ride
That willing horse to death

 

 

 

Montana Love Song

Wylie Gustafson Aug. 8 2011

 

East slope kaleidoscope, sunrise raising fire
Her wild and tender beauty kindles my desire
To run away and hide deep in her hills
Strawberry Creek in August, oh what a thrill!
Montana
I’ll never leave her again

 

Her mountains are my church, my cathedral in the sky
I waltz in her shadows, I revel in her light
Her eyes are the twinkling stars, her voice a soothing wind
She whispers my name and calls me back again
To Montana
I’ll never leave her again

 

I hear her song
She hits the high notes
and I’m gone

 

I sip her crystal waters bubbling from a spring
I gaze into her pool of hope and slip into a dream
Nestled in her arms, I’ll never let her go
I’m her native son, I’m a lucky one, I love her so!
Montana
I’ll never leave her again

 

Yo Yo Ma

 

Down in the Land of Mao Tse Tung
A peasant couple had a little musical son
When he was born ya know they named him Yo Yo Ma
They didn’t know he’d be the leader of the Orchestra
Yo Yo Ma…Little Cello Playin son of a gun

CH:
Yo Yo Ma…playing cello all night
yo Yo Ma ….Playing cello all right
Yo Yo Ma Playing cello til the break of dawn
Go Yo Yo

 

Yo Yo he became a very famous man
one night in Australia, then next in Japan
Them long legged groupies of the classical kind
Had the sole intention of blowing Yo Yo’s mind
Rosin up your bow Yo Yo Play it on night long
CH:
Yo Yo Ma…playing cello all night
yo Yo Ma ….Playing cello all right
Yo Yo Ma Playing cello til the break of dawn

 

Ugly Girl Blues

Wylie Gustafson

 

Went out last night in search of romance
Thought I might get lucky so I took a chance
Now I’m feeling low
An Ugly Girl told me no

 

Here I sit devastated
My libido derailed and my ego deflated
Got nowhere to go
An ugly girl told me no

 

She shot me right down taught me a lesson
When it comes to women you can’t second guess ‘em
Take my advice boys if you’re looking for some fun
Remember…The ugly one ain’t always the easy one, no

 

I paid the price
Didn’t get no thrill
Went away feeling like a hound dog
with nose full of porcupine quills
Oh what a blow
An ugly girl told me…

 

Mr. Wylie, it will be a cold, cold day in the bottomless pit of Pandemonium before I would even consider a positive response to one of your pathetic proposals.
I will be deceased, departed, perished, pegged out, expired, retired, croaked, and choked.
I will have bought the farm in a metabolically challenged way.
I’ll be Snoozin’ in the bone zone, groovin at the Raven Haven, and oozing at the smorgasboard of decay.
I’ll be hanging with Hoffa, cooking for the Kennedys, tradin harp licks with Hendrix.
I will be checked in to horizontal Hilton, doing shots of formaldehyde at the Last Gasp Saloon, before I quietly join the scrap heap of souls… planted 6 feet under the ground, beneath and away from your stinking feet!

 

What I mean to say is… absotively , posilutely NO!

 

Yodel man

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
Yodelahee
O Dee Olay hee tee

 

I’ve yodeled on horseback
I’ve yodeled on a train
30,000 feet
Up in an aero plane
I’ve yodeled in Australia,
I’ve yodeled in Japan
Don’t matter where I go
I’m gonna give you a show
‘Cause I’m the yodel man

 

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
Yodelahee
O Dee Olahee tee

 

Some call Mr. tongue twister
the master tone blaster
the Duke of Yahoo
(Yahoo-ooo)
I’m the mac daddy of scat laddie
I’m the sultan of smooth
I’ve yodeled in Paris, un huh
Buenos Aires oh yeah
Amsterdam
Don’t matter where I go
Gonna put on a show
Cause I’m the yodel man

 

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
Yodelahee
O Dee Olahee tee

 

I’ll hit my epiglottal throttle
And I’ll drop da bomb on you
Gonna let it all out, no doubt, when I shout,
And I’ll get your little ol’ lady too!
Little ol lady who?

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
Yodelahee
O Dee Olahee tee

 

Old Blue

Arrangement by Erik Gustafson/Wylie Gustafson

Had and old dog
His name was Blue
Bet ya 5 dollars
He’s a good one to
Singin come on Blue
You’re a good one too

 

When old blue died
He died so hard
He shook the ground
In my back yard
Saying so long Blue
I’ll be longin for you

 

Dug his grave
With a silver spade
Lowered him down
With a golden chain
Saying so long Blue
I’ll be followin you

 

When I get to heaven
First thing I’ll do
Is grab my horn
And I’ll call for Blue
Saying Come on Blue
I finally made it too

Got my yodeler goin’

Wylie Gustafson

 

Some boys like to pick the guitar
Six stings and an attitude
Wearin out frets up and down that neck
Tryin to catch that groove
but guitar was never my thing
Lemme sing, I wanna sing

 

I Got my yodeler goin
He got his yodeler goin
Got my yodeler goin
He got his yodeler goin
Play a song and let me sing along
I got my yodeler goin on

 

Some boys like to bang the drum
Rhythm kickin in their soul
Stretch a hide and let em ride
Let em rock and let em roll
But that bangin wasn’t meant for me
Just let me sing I wanna sing
I Got my yodeler goin

 

He got his yodeler goin
Got my yodeler goin
He got his yodeler goin
Play a song and let me sing along
I got my yodeler goin on
Howdee oh layhee ode olayhhee hoo

 

Summer Leases

Wylie Gustafson

The winter, she’s been a rough one
The bed grounds are brown and bare
But 13 miles up the creek
There’s a Garden of Eden up there!
The lead cow’s waitin’ at the gate
She knows where we’re goin and why
One more trek down the track
To where the grass grows belly high^

 

With a Whoop Ha Hey
We’re on our way
The lupine is bloomin’ beneath us
It’s Whoop Ha Hey
A beautiful day
We’re Off!
To the summer leases

 

Morning sun peeking over Big Nose
Long shadows reaching ‘cross the hills
Shining mountains stand tall before us
As we line ‘em out down the trail
And so another season passes
The circle of life rolls on
Every moment of the journey is a gift
As we ride we sing our song

 

With a Whoop Ha Hey
We’re on our way
The lupine is bloomin’ beneath us
It’s Whoop Ha Hey
A beautiful day
We’re Off!
To the summer leases