Animal Inside Lyrics

Released as bonus track on Greendirt Rail Rider Ep

Album: Greendirt Outlaw

Written by: Erik Sakshaug

Oh, whoa oh, Oh my god … Oh, whoa oh, Oh my god

I got an urge to get wild tonight

Party it up with anyone in sight

Either way I’m going to F*%# or fight, Goin get day drunk liquor at night

And now I know why, It’s the animal inside

Oh, whoa oh, Oh my god … Oh, whoa oh, Oh my god

Going to blast off and empty my head

Live it up till the sun comes up, sleep when I’m dead

There be no stress, worries, work, or bills, head back to bed

And not I know why, It’s the animal inside

Oh, whoa oh, Oh my god … Oh, whoa oh, Oh my god

I got a roll of the tongue, don’t dance to impress

Doors always open, won’t you come and be my guest

Make it an adventure, I’m always up for a quest

And now I know why, It’s the animal inside

Oh, whoa oh, Oh my god … Oh, whoa oh, Oh my god

Come with me whomever it be

I got accessories for the wildest of company

No harm, no foul, don’t judge me, but go ahead if you please

Because now I know why, It’s the animal inside

Oh, whoa oh, Oh my god … Oh, whoa oh, Oh my god

No matter who you are there’s hugs to go around

Kick it up with a little Geendirt stompin sound

Hit up every local and we’ll go pound for pound

I know just way, It’s the animal inside

And now I know why, It’s the animal inside

Riding That Number 9 Lyrics

Released as Ep. (Greendirt Rail Rider)

Album: Greendirt Experience

Writer Erik Sakshaug

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Well, that there woman I was supposed to meet, a long time ago

She must have been just like me chasing dreams traveling across the country

Hopping them trains and railways hustling the beat to the shuffling feet

Just a hobo beatnik babe busking her way city street to city street, in the summer heat

Well, that there playing’s not a crime, play and say whatever you want at any given time

Lay down the rhythm for the days laid down dime

And she’’ keep on moving further down the line

Ridin that number 9

Must have just missed each other, maybe of old ole Tennessee

She must probably been coming in from the west coast, the pacific scene

As I was probably headed north no longer needing the safety of the southern breeze

She was rolling on in all tough, not a lot of stuff, just here ukulele

Waking up early, staying up late playing sixteen hours straight, passing out on the concreate, daily

Gutter punk buzz cut one dreadlock and her armpit hear

Living and roaming where she wants, when she wants whichever way that was then and there

A Carhartt dirty kid coming of age and riding the wave deep within the pine

Ridin that number 9

Well, I know I missed her and her wild sideshow, so

Oh, me oh my oh both on the go, go, go like so

Well, just a twist that’s the way it is you know

Well hell, maybe we will meet in the middle of age, start a new chapter on a fresh new page

I know that when we finally meet with our worn-down eyes and many miles on our feet

We will be complete

We can sit around sing songs and share stories of our history in time

Ridin that number 9

Greendirt Train Tune (100 Coaches) Lyrics

Greendirt Train Tune (100 Coaches) Lyrics

Released on Ep. (Greendirt Rail Rider)

Album: Greendirt Experience

Written by: E.T. Sakshaug

I’ve listened to the origin, I ‘ve heard the whisper on the wind

I understood the long lonesome sign, felt the change in time

Put away the childish games, took to the streets to walk away the pain

Found myself at the crossroads, between an old country road and an alleyway

So, I surfed the yard and beat their way that day

This here trains a hundred coaches long, I must be moving on, on and on

This here trains a hundred coaches long, I’m on my way home

I was bearing the blind on that big hole in the sky

Say I was blown in glass, like my hero’s of past

Walking the wayside of wanderlust or bust

For who I was, will be, way back then It was a must

In search of the ever-flowing fountain

On the Big Rock Candy Mountain

This here trains a hundred coaches long, I must be moving on, on and on

This here trains a hundred coaches long, I’m on my way home

Few years as a floater flipping freights holding on

Carrying the weight of all these songs

And my guitar riding on my shoulder

Gifted a bed roll and a moniker

Hanging out at the barrel house with the boozehounds

Ending the night at a cat house, wondering how do I get out

Finding a highline without hitting the grit

where I end up and rest might be dangerous

I hold on tight on this ride and this wondering life

The songs in my soul and this guitar by my side

This here trains a hundred coaches long, I must be moving on, on and on

This here trains a hundred coaches long, I’m on my way home

This here trains a hundred coaches long, I must be moving on, on and on

This here trains a hundred coaches long, I’m on my way home

Not Going Back Down There Lyrics

Not Going Back Down There

Released as Single - 6/25/2021

Album - Greendirt Experience

Writer/Composer - E.T.Sakshag

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Well, I’m not going back down there, I’m not going back down there

I’ve seen all the hate, I know just what they’d take

A little bit of you, a little bit of me, as their drowning us in the scene

Well, I drink my whiskey, smoke a bit time or two

I keep losing all those hours of sleep over you

I keep searching the world for the truth

I keep searching the world over for you

Well, I’m not going back down there, I’m not going back down there

I’ve seen all the hate, I know just what they’d take

A little bit of you, a little bit of me, as their drowning us in the scene

Dear Lord, make me a bird, so i can fly far far away

Fly with me old glory, so I can find my way

Well, I’m not going back down there, I’m not going back down there

I’ve seen all the hate, I know just what they’d take

A little bit of you, a little bit of me, as their drowning us in the scene