This one's about Alabama's infamous electric chair, which was retired in 2003, in favor of the more "humane" needle.
Evil Olive is Progressive Rock and Roll with a side of Jazz and Blues. One out of every two Evil Olive band members are longhairs.
is a three (or sometimes four) piece band hailing from the small burg of Capshaw, Alabama. Our focus is on creating original music. To that end, we have recorded two CD's, and intend to begin our third (tentatively titled Rabbits Should Not Be Pets) in early 2005. Visit our website for more info:
Story behind the song
I was always fascinated by the craziness that goes on around a prison yard the day of an execution.
Lyrics
Everyone’s coming out tonight, We’re gonna’ do this party right
Mama’s been asleep for much too long
Tap the keg, fire up the grill, Tune your 6 string Brother Bill
Sing our favorite Folsom Prison song
Sam-I-am from Birmingham, Spent a year in Vietnam,
Rachel spent a year in North Kuwait
Me Myself, well I’ve been in Hell, Finally gonna’ break that spell
Gather round, it’s time to celebrate
So who’s the guy who’s gonna’ fry, gonna’ give an eye for eye
I tell you, Sam, he’s in for quite a ride
Who’d he kill, whose blood was spilled, was his fantasy fulfilled
Did the voices in his head subside?
Ring, ring, who could it be calling on my telephone
Why, it’s the governor, and he sounds so sad and all alone
You see, the old lady left him when the pictures hit the press
And come next week, he’s got to give his state of the state address
Polls, polls, everyone saying that he’s way too soft on crime
Ring, it’s the governor and he’s feeling so depressed
Ring, it’s the governor and the pictures hit the press
Ring, it’s the governor and his life’s a fucking mess
Clemency Denied
Clemency Denied
Clemency Denied
Clemency Denied
When Yellow Mama sings
We’re gonna’ get so hi
Raise our Champagne Glasses to the Midnight Sky
When Yellow Mama Sings
The Sparks are gonna’ fly
The Sparks will fly when Yellow Mama sings
Here’s the network camera crews, Comb the hair raise up the brews
Let them know whose side we’re on tonight
Watch the sun sink slowly down, stoke the fire and gather round
Let them know that we know wrong from right
Here’s the protest marching line, wave our hands, raise up the sign
Crank it Bill so everyone can hear
Me and Rachel shooting gin, Sammy’s passing out again
Wake him up ‘cause midnight’s almost here
Tick tock, would you look at the clock, you know the hour’s getting late
Soon, you’re gonna’ know how it feels to have somebody else take your life away
Strapped in, feeling so helpless when they throw that lever down
Strapped in, feeling so helpless like the ones that you sent underground
Tick tock, would you look at the clock, there ain’t no way to stop it now
Ring, it’s the governor and he’s feeling so depressed
Ring, it’s the governor and the pictures hit the press
Ring, it’s the governor and his life’s a fucking mess
Clemency Denied
Clemency Denied
Clemency Denied
Clemency Denied
