Number of Lyrics in Album : 12
By Clutch, Well, my senses are sharpened
I'm half in the bag
By Clutch, Under dogwood blooms
Miss widow on her loom
Eating peaches
By Clutch, Oh that Appalachian Way runs from Georgia clear up to
By Clutch, Organ grinder's henchmen shaking their coins in time-
"Guild of
By Clutch, Oh, I seen him walkin'
On down that road
He
By Clutch, They landed in Manhattan
With rifles and hatchets
Stinking like
By Clutch, Went out the back of Halifax
All the way to
By Clutch, You look so good while you're riding
On your pterodactyl
By Clutch, The killer, Scylla, and the limping fool
All the beggars
By Clutch, Dig a slow hole to China
Blacker than a miner
By Clutch, Blackjack booted demons
Have surrounded my home
Got dogs and
