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  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    + Deluxe LP edition features 140g virgin vinyl; a gatefold jacket and inner sleeve with restored, new, and alternate art and photos by Terry and Jo Harvey Allen; an insert with lyrics, original notes, and Terry’s letter to H.C. Westermann about the songs; and a high-res download code.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Smokin the Dummy via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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      $24 USD or more 

     

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    + Deluxe CD edition features a trifold jacket and inner sleeve with original notes and restored, new, and alternate art and photos by Terry and Jo Harvey Allen; and a six-panel insert with lyrics and Terry’s letter to H.C. Westermann about the songs.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Smokin the Dummy via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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    Purchasable with gift card

      $15 USD or more 

     

  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    + Deluxe LP edition features 140g virgin vinyl; a gatefold jacket and inner sleeve with restored, new, and alternate art and photos by Terry and Jo Harvey Allen; an insert with lyrics, original notes, and Terry’s letter to H.C. Westermann about the songs; and a high-res download code.

    + Deluxe CD edition features a trifold jacket and inner sleeve with original notes and restored, new, and alternate art and photos by Terry and Jo Harvey Allen; and a six-panel insert with lyrics and Terry’s letter to H.C. Westermann about the songs.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Smokin the Dummy via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 5 days
    Purchasable with gift card

      $35 USD or more 

     

  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $9 USD  or more

     

  • Button/Pin/Patch

    Smoke the dummy (that's Bob the Dummy to you) with Terry to commemorate our reissue of his 1980 album. Enhance any lapel with irreverent style and grace. This exquisite artifact measures 1.5" in diameter, with a durable steel pin-back. The text on the rim reads: TERRY ALLEN & THE PANHANDLE MYSTERY BAND / SMOKIN THE DUMMY.

    In a typewritten 1981 letter to his friend and mentor H.C. Westermann (reproduced in the reissue liner notes), Terry writes:

    MY KID BUKKA GOT A CHARLIE MCCARTHY DOLL FOR CHRISTMAS ONE YEAR WHEN HE MADE UP HIS MIND HE WAS GOING TO BE A VENTRILOQUIST. HE IMMEDIATELY PAINTED IT UP TO LOOK LIKE A VAMPIRE ... AND I JUST AS IMMEDIATELY PUT ON A PAIR OF JO HARVEY'S SUNGLASSES AND THE SLEAZIEST JACKET I COULD FIND (western slime) AND SAT FOR FAMILY PHOTOS ... ANYWAY, I BLEW RINGS OF SMOKE ON THE DUMMY AND BUKKA SAID I WAS SMOKIN THE DUMMY.

    I GUESS IT RANG SOME KIND OF DEMENTED BELL …

    The fabulous and brilliant Jo Harvey Allen took the photo, which appears as part of the album cover triptych.

    Perceptive fashionistas will recognize this as the third installment in our grand tradition of apparel featuring hirsute smoking men.

    Western slime!
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      $3 USD or more 

     

  • Full Digital Discography

    Get all 8 Terry Allen releases available on Bandcamp and save 20%.

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Cowboy and the Stranger, Gonna California, Bloodlines, Smokin the Dummy, Just Like Moby Dick, Pedal Steal + Four Corners, Lubbock (on everything), and Juarez. , and , .

    Purchasable with gift card

      $57.60 USD or more (20% OFF)

     

  • Terry Allen and the Panhandle Mystery Band: Smokin the Dummy Shirt
    T-Shirt/Shirt

    N.B. FOR NOW, THESE SHIRTS ARE AVAILABLE ONLY VIA OUR WEBSITE: paradiseofbachelors.com/shop/pobmerch-004/

    “Pink and Black is comin’ back” … in the glorious form of a SMOKIN-hot Terry Allen shirt, the newest addition to our collection of Terry couture and our fourth smoke-themed apparel design. Light it up!

    Designed by Terry himself with Noel Waggener, the shirts, featuring Bob the Dummy, commemorate our reissue of Smokin the Dummy (PoB-065) as well as the occasion of Panhandle Mystery Band’s annual performance at the Paramount Theatre in Austin on January 28, 2023.

    Available in both breezy short-sleeved and cozy long-sleeved styles, in sizes XS through 2XL, these 100% cotton BELLA+CANVAS shirts are screen-printed by hand by eco-friendly Philadelphia shop Print Natural, in, appropriately, the color Natural, for a subtle but accurate nicotine-stain tint.

    Quantities, as always, are limited, so get your SMOKIN shirt today. Don’t be a dummy.

    Sportin’ these new shirts, as the song goes, “Yeah … we’ll both be cool.”
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  • Terry Allen and the Panhandle Mystery Band: "There Oughta Be a Law Against Sunny Southern California" Bumper Sticker

    Put some illegal vibrations on that bumper, and show the open road how you truly feel about SoCal. A ferocious full-band reprise of "There Oughta Be a Law Against Sunny Southern California," originally released on Terry Allen's immortal 1975 debut album Juarez, appears on 1983's Bloodlines—you can buy our deluxe reissues of both records here.

    Printed on thick, durable vinyl this 3" x 11.5" bumper sticker is resistant to scratches, sun, and water. (It's probably not resistant to switchblades, however; the fabulous Jo Harvey Allen brought the one pictured back from Tijuana; you can also find it on the back cover of Bloodlines.)

    The song itself recounts a larcenous and murderous episode of Allen's multidisciplinary JUAREZ body of work, starring its antiheros, the Juarez-born pachuco Jabo and the bruja Chic Blundie. Don't get it twisted.

    THERE OUGHTA BE A LAW AGAINST SUNNY SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA

    chorus: WELL I’M GOIN BACK
    GOIN HOME AGAIN
    YEAH I’M GOIN BACK
    TO MY OWN AGAIN
    YEAH I’M GOIN BACK
    AHHH TO MY HOME TOWN
    THE ONE THAT PUT ME OUT
    THE ONE THAT LAID ME DOWN

    WELL I WIRED UP A CAR IN EAST FONTANA
    I WAS A’HEADED FOR SAN BERDU
    AHHH MY MIDNIGHT OIL
    IT WAS ON THE BOIL
    AN BOY I WAS A’BARREL’N THROUGH
    THEN I TOOK A TURN
    BUT I HIT THE CURB
    AN SPUN OFF THE CENTER LANE
    AN WHEN I HEARD THE CRASH
    WELL I STOMPED THE GAS
    AND I WAS BARREL’N THROUGH AGAIN

    I LEAVE A FEW PEOPLE DEAD
    BUT I GOT OPEN ROAD AHEAD
    YEAH
    I LEAVE A FEW PEOPLE DEAD
    BUT I GOT OPEN ROAD AHEAD

    AN I REMEMBER THE COP
    WITH HIS SLICKED-BACK HAIR
    WHEN HE TOLD ME
    TO GET OUT A’HERE
    AN I REMEMBER THE JUDGE
    WITH HIS GOLD PLATED MOUTH
    HE SAID “GO LIVE IN THE NORTH
    YOU GOTTA DIE DOWN SOUTH”

    YOU GONNA DIE DOWN SOUTH

    chorus

    I WENT FLYIN THROUGH SOUTH SAN BERDU
    WITH MY MIND ON EAST L.A.
    WHERE MY PACHUCO QUEEN
    SHE’S COOKIN RE-FRIED BEANS
    AN SHE’S WAITIN FOR ME TODAY
    YEAH STOPPED ON OFF AT THE LIQUOR STORE
    MADE EVERY BODY LAY DOWN ON THE FLOOR
    TOOK ALL THEIR WHISKEY
    TOOK ALL THEIR BREAD
    THEN SHOT OUT THEIR LIGHTS
    JUST BEFORE I FLED

    YEAH
    I LEAVE A FEW PEOPLE DEAD
    BUT I GOT OPEN ROAD AHEAD
    YEAH
    I LEAVE A FEW PEOPLE DEAD
    BUT I GOT OPEN ROAD AHEAD

    AN I REMEMBER THE BITCH
    WHOSE BLACK TONGUE LIED
    WHEN SHE TOLD ME
    SHE’S DIS-SATISFIED
    AN I REMEMBER HER DADDY
    BIG AS A TRUCK
    HE SAID “FUCK WITH ME BOY
    IF YOU WANT TO FUCK”

    YEAH, FUCK WITH ME BOY
    IF YOU WANT TO FUCK

    chorus

    SO THERE OUGHTA BE A LAW
    AGAINST SUNNY SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA
    YEAH THERE OUGHTA BE A LAW
    AGAINST PUTTIN THE DEVIL
    BEHIND THE WHEEL …
    CAUSE AS LONG AS YOU PEOPLE ARE GONNA SANCTION SUCH AN EVIL
    WELL I’M GONNA TURN YOUR ASPHALT
    BACK INTO BRIMSTONE
    YEAH YOU GOD DAMNED BET
    I WILL
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  • Terry Allen T-shirt: "Today's Rainbow is Tomorrow's Tamale."
    T-Shirt/Apparel

    N.B. THESE SHIRTS ARE NOW AVAILABLE ONLY VIA OUR WEBSITE: paradiseofbachelors.com/shop/pobmerch-004/

    We print these shirts in small, limited batches, so reserve yours today.

    Today's rainbow is tomorrow's tamale.

    Is there any more potent and perfect koan? Not for our money here at PoB. In celebration of our deluxe, definitive reissues of Terry Allen's "Juarez" (1975, PoB-26) and "Lubbock (on everything)" (1979, PoB-27), we are proud to present the Terry Allen Tamale T-shirt—as far as we know, the first such item to exist in the wold, and long overdue—featuring the immortal line from Juarez and the cover of that abiding masterpiece of music and visual art on the front, with the PoB logo tastefully deployed on the back.

    Available in White or Slate, sizes XS through XL, these 100% cotton, fine jersey short-sleeved t-shirts (Los Angeles Apparel or BELLA+CANVAS) are screenprinted by hand by the eco-friendly Philadelphia outfit Print Natural, in a limited edition. Perceptive fashionistas will recognize this as the second installment in our grand tradition of apparel featuring hirsute smoking men.

    www.paradiseofbachelors.com/terry-allen
    terryallen.bandcamp.com
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RUNNIN HARD AN RUNNIN MEAN DOWN THE ... SAN JOAQUIN DIAMOND REO WITH YOUR CRAZY ROLLIN WHEELS AN THERE’S A MOON SHININ BRIGHT LIKE A BIG EYE IN THE NIGHT YEAH THROW’D HER LIGHT DOWN ON THAT ROAD TO BAKERSFIELD YEAH THE HEART OF CALIFORNIA’S HAULIN ... HARD TIMES AGAIN AND THE HIGHWAY ... SHE DOES NOT MAKE AMENDS THAT DIESEL’S GOT TO HOWL BUT THE DEVIL’S ON THE PROWL AND THAT WHITE LINE GONE IT WON’T COME ALONG AGAIN RUNNIN WIRED AN RUNNIN FAST RUNNIN OUT OF GAS DIAMOND REO KNOWS WHAT EMPTY MEANS AN JESUS CHRIST ON THE DASH WON’T KEEP IT FROM THE CRASH IF EVER CURVE IS JUST YOUR NERVES ... CLOSIN IN YEAH THE HEART OF CALIFORNIA’S HAULIN ... HARD TIMES AGAIN AND THE HIGHWAY ... SHE DOES NOT MAKE AMENDS YOUR NAME’S OUT ON THE DOOR AN YOUR FOOT’S DOWN ON THE FLOOR BUT THAT WHITE LINE DOWN IT WON’T COME AROUND AGAIN YEAH THE REO’S COMIN DOWN OUTSIDE OF TOWN STRUNG-OUT TWEEN THE ASPHALT AND THE WHEEL AND L.A. SHE WAITS LIKE A POISONOUS SNAKE COILED UP WITH HER DIAMONDS IN THE HILLS YEAH THE HEART OF CALIFORNIA’S HAULIN ... HARD TIMES AGAIN AND THE HIGHWAY ... SHE DOES NOT MAKE AMENDS THAT ROAD YOU’RE RUNNIN ON’S HELL BENT FOR BABYLON AN THAT WHITE LINE DOWN IT WON’T COME AROUND AGAIN AN THAT WHITE LINE DOWN WILL NOT BE FOUND ... AGAIN
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HEY MOMMA’S IN THE KITCHEN AN I HOPE SHE FINDS A BOTTLE OF WHISKEY TO EASE HER MIND BUT ME I GUESS I’LL JUST ... SNORT COCAINE snort EH DADDY’S IN THE BACKYARD COOKIN BAR-B-QUE YEAH STRIPPED HALF-NAKED LIKE THE NEIGHBORS DO BUT ME I GUESS I’LL JUST ... STRIP MY MIND COCAINE .... EEEEOH .... COCAINE COCAINE YOU’RE JUST THE SAME AS THE FOLKS TO ME WELL I GOTTA LITTLE SISTER RUNS A PARKING LOT ALWAYS DRIVIN CARS INTO WHAT SHE GOT BUT ME I GUESS I’LL JUST ... PASS ON THROUGH I GOT A RED NECKER BROTHER FILLS A KING SIZE BED HE SMOKES CIGARS AN RUNS A TRACT HOME SPREAD BUT ME I GUESS I’LL JUST ... SPREAD A LITTLE TOO COCAINE ... EEEEOHA ... COCAINE COCAINE YOU’RE JUST THE SAME AS THE HOME TO ME YEAH I GOTTA LITTLE SHACK OVER BEHIND THE HILL IF MY BABY DON’T FIND ME THEN THE POLICE WILL SO I GUESS I’LL JUST ... GO AND DRAW ON THE SHADE YEAH I’M A COCAINE COWBOY AN IT AIN’T NOTHIN NEW IF SHE’LL LET ME RIDE HER HELL SHE’L LET YOU TOO AN THERE AIN’T NO REASON LEFT ... TO BE AFRAID COCAINE ... YEEEHAW ... COCAINE COCAINE YOU’RE JUST THE SAME AS MY HORSE TO ME whinnie
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TELL ME WHATEVER HAPPENED TO JESUS AHHH WHERE DID THAT GOOD OLD BOY GO DID YOU LEAVE HIM BEHIND BACK IN TEXAS OR DID HE JUST HIDE IN THE DEVIL’S DISGUISE SOMEWHERE IN YOUR SOUL AND TELL ME WHATEVER HAPPENED TO MARY WHATEVER HAPPENED TO HER SWEET DREAMS DID SHE LEAVE THEM BEHIND WITH HER CHILDHOOD OR JUST TRADE EM IN ON A TUBE OF MAYBELINE ... AHHH chorus: MAYBELINE, WHY CAN’T YOU BE TRUE YEAH MAYBELINE, WHY CAN’T YOU BE TRUE YOU DONE STARTED BACK DOIN THEM THANGS YOU USED TO DO ... YOU DONE STARTED BACK DOIN THEM THINGS YOU USED TO DO
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HEY HE STUMBLED FROM SOME DERELICTS BAR THROW’D OUT HIS HANDS AN LEANED ON A CAR AN PRETTY SOON THIS GIRL COME UP TO HIM SAID “HEY HOW BOUT SOME FUN NOW, SLIM” YEAH HE STUCK HIS HAND IN HIS POCKET AN HE PULLED OUT A BILL HE SAID “I DON’T NEED NO FUN, LITTLE GIRL BUT I SURE COULD USE SOME PILLS” CAUSE ... I BEEN BROKE AN I BEEN THROW’D I BEEN BOUGHT AN I BEEN SOLD AN HELENA MONTANA BEATS HELL-IN-A-CITY ... GONE COLD AN CALGARY’S LIKE CALVARY TO ME AN FT. WORTH ... IT AIN’T WORTH A DAMN AN CHEYENNE ... HELL, SHE AIN’T SHY AT ALL BUT I’M DAMNED SURE GONNA TAKE MY RIDE BEFORE I FALL YI YI YI WHOOPI TI E YI YI YI YI WHOOPI TI E YI E OH THERE’S A MONTANA MIDNIGHT UNDER A MOONLIGHT...TONIGHT AN A MONTANA GIRL IN THE BED ... A’WAITIN FOR THIS TORE DOWN OLD BODY THAT AIN’T AT ALL ... ALL RIGHT BUT SHE KNOWS HE’LL BE BACK SOONER OR LATER CAUSE I BEEN BROKE AN I BEEN THROW’D I BEEN LEARNED DAMNED ... I SHOULD’VE KNOWED THAT HELENA MONTANA BEATS HELL-IN-A-CITY ... GONE COLD YI YI YI WHOOPI TI E YI YI YI YI WHOOPI TI E YI E OH
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Texas Tears 04:11
I BEEN WRONG FOR SO LONG ACCUSING YOU OF WRONGNEESS BUT TONIGHT ... YOU BROKE AND YOU MADE ME RIGHT CAUSE I JUST SAW YOU INSIDE THIS TEXAS TAVERN BY HIS SIDE ... SMILING SMILES I NEVER SEEN SO I JUST STRAIGHTENED UP AND WALKED IN ON THAT BAR ROOM JUST AS YOU REACHED OUT AND KISSED HIS CURLING MOUTH BUT WHEN YOU SAW ME YOUR EYES DIED SOMEWHERE DEEP INSIDE YOU IT TORE ME DOWN ... I TURNED AROUND AND RAN BACK ON OUT chorus: WITH TEXAS TEARS FALLING DOWN WASHING MY LIFE RIGHT OUT ON THE GROUND TEXAS TEARS THEY’RE FALLING DOWN RUNNING OUT ... ON YOU RUNNING AROUND I WENT HOME ALL ALONE SIT DOWN BY THE TELEPHONE WHEN IT RANG ... I KNEW IT WAS YOU WAS ON THE LINE YOU SAID “BABY, PLEASE DON’T MISTAKE WHAT YOU SEEN FOR A BACKSTREET DATE NAW ... I WAS JUST HAVIN A DRINK WITH A FRIEND OF MINE” I SAID “DAMN YOU ... YOU LYIN TEXAS WOMAN YOU GOT THE LIPS OF AN ANGEL BUT THE DEVIL, HE’S SUCKIN YOUR TONGUE YEAH DAMN YOU ... YOU LYIN TEXAS WOMAN ME AN YOU AN THAT DEVIL TOO JUST DONE HAD OUR RUN” chorus
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Cajun Roll 03:35
LIKE A CAJUN RIVER ROLLIN I BEEN ROLLIN DOWN THE LINE KNOCKIN ON THEM OLD BACKDOORS WITH THAT CORNBREAD ON MY MIND AND LIKE A LONELY WATER INLET I SOUGHT SAFETY IN THE TREES BUT THAT CAJUN RIVER ROLLIN SHE’S A WATER MOVIN ME chorus: CAJUN ROLL A CAJUN TIDE MOVIN ME ... DOWN DEEP INSIDE CAJUN ROLL AHHHH ... FROM DEEP WITHIN LIKE A WATERFALL TO THE GULFS OF SIN LIKE A MOONBEAM ON THE BAJOU DARK-EYED CREOLES PAINT THEIR SKIN ON THEM GAMBLIN BOATS OF PLEASURE THAT FLOATS AROUND THE BEND AND I KNOW BECAUSE I BEEN THERE THAT IT AIN’T NO PLACE TO STAY LIKE THAT CAJUN RIVER ROLLIN IT RUNS DOWNHILL ALL THE WAY chorus repeats AN LIKE A SCENE FROM SOME OLD BIBLE I SEEN PEOPLE ON THEIR KNEES WITH A SOUL THAT’S FULL OF SINNIN AND A MOUTH THAT’S FULL OF PLEASE AN I REALIZE THE SADNESS LORD OF THE MAN WHO JUST CAN’T WIN LIKE THAT CAJUN RIVER ROLLIN HE RUNS CROOKED TO THE END chorus repeats
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Feelin Easy 03:01
WELL I’M FEELIN EASY BABY BREEZIN THROUGH THE BLUES BOUT HALF-SLEAZY BABY BUT WHO’S TO PICK-N-CHOOSE (?) I GOT THE TATTOOS A PIERCED EAR A BOTTLE OF THAT ROT-GUT BOOZE (pronounced BOO) YEAH I AIN’T PAT BOONE BUT I SURE JUST AS SOON HAVE ME A PAIR A’ HIS WHITE BUCK DANCIN SHOES WE GO DANCIN INTO THE DARKNESS WITH THE HEADLIHGTS ON THE TREES YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE UP-TOWN TO GET LOW-DOWN WITH ME CAUSE I’M FEELIN EASY BABY AIN’T GOT NOTHIN I AIN’T PROUD TO SHOW HAIR’S A LITTLE GREASY BABY BUT IT’S SLICK-BACK ... UNDER CONTROL OUT ON THE BOULEVARDS IN THE BRIGHT LIGHTS IN YOUR COUP DE VILLE YEAH I AIN’T NO CADILLAC BUYER BUT I SURE DO ADMIRE YOUR LONG LEAN CHROME LINE LAID BACK LUXURY ... AUTOMOBILE WE GO DRIVIN INTO THE DARKNESS WITH THE HEADLIGHTS ON THE TREES YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE UP-TOWN TO GET LOW-DOWN WITH ME repeat
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YEAH THE TRUCK DRIVIN MAN HE GONNA UNDERSTAND WHEN HE PULLS INTO THE NIGHT CAFE HE GONNA WALK IN WHERE THERE’S TOO MANY MEN WANTIN HAMBURGERS RIGHT AWAY WHEN HE FINALLY FINDS A BOOTH HE CALLS TO WAITRESS “RUTH” HE SAYS “GIMME THE SPECIAL AH THE DAY” hot beef YEAH BUT RUTH GETS GOOSED AT THE OPPOSITE BOOTH AND SHE RUNS OFF THE OTHER WAY BUT HE DON’T CARE CAUSE ... chorus: THAT OLD JUKE BOX IS PLAYING HIS LOVE SONG AN THE COFFEE IS HOT ... IN THE CUP AND THERE’S A LIGHT IN THE NIGHT THAT SPELLS ‘CAFE’ WHERE THE BIG TRUCKS ARE ALL ... PULLIN UP YEAH TRUCK DRIVIN MAN HE GOT A MOUTH FULL OF SIN BUT HIS HEART LOOKS THE OTHER WAY AN THOUGH THEY HOT-EYE RUTH WELL THEY KNOW THE TRUTH IS ‘SWEET GAL’ DOWN THE WAY SO THEY CUSS AN THEY GRIN THEY FILL THEIR THERMOS AGAIN AND THEY LISTEN TO THE MUSIC PLAY THEY GOT A HEAVY LOAD WAITIN OUT ON THE ROAD AN A HOME STILL TWO DAYS AWAY BUT THEY CAN WAIT FOR IT CAUSE ... chorus YEAH THE TRUCK DRIVIN MAN HE GONNA UNDERSTAND WHEN HE LEAVES THAT NIGHT CAFE HE GONNA DANCE A JIG OUT BESIDE HIS RIG JUST TO SHAKE THE COLD AWAY HE GONNA SLAM THE DOOR AN LET THE DIESEL ROAR DOWN THE DARK HIGHWAY BUT HE HAS NO FEARS WHILE HE’S SHIFTIN GEARS TO THAT NEXT ... NIGHT CAFE CAUSE HE KNOWS GLOWIN THERE LIKE A DIAMOND IN THE TAR PIT (for Terry O’Shea) chorus
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chorus: YEAH ROLL TRUCK ROLL YEAH ROLL TRUCK ROLL BETTER GET ON DOWN THE HIGHWAY YOU BETTER GET ON ... DOWN THE ROAD YEAH I WORK FOR A TRUCKING COMPANY AND MY FOREARM’S BIG AS BEEF IF IT WASN’T FOR THE HIGHWAY MY FAMILY’D BE ON RELIEF chorus YEAH LONELY HEART WRECK HITCH HIKE TRUCKSTOP AHHH SAD CAFE WHERE THE PEOPLE NEVER CARE YEAH YOU THINK YOU ORDERED A BIG HOT BEEF SANDWICH BUT YOU’RE THE ONE THAT’S GONNA GET EATEN IN THERE chorus YEAH THE WAITRESS SMILE IS LIKE SOME WITCH’S WOMB (pronounced WOO) AN HER BLACK DRESS MOVES LIKE WATER THROUGH THE ROOM AN FLOWERS DIE ... TWISTED ACROSS YOUR TABLE AN THE MENU READS LIKE A TATTOO ON YOUR TOMB chorus
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Red Bird 04:22
I. HO DOWN DOWN HO DOWN DEE RED BIRD DANCIN IN CUSTODY GOIN DOWN NEW ORLEANS RED BIRD DANCIN AN A RED BIRD SING RED BIRD SING RED BIRD DO NEW ORLEANS AN A RED BIRD BLUE I BEEN BORN AN I’M GONNA DIE BLOOD RED WING YOU GONNA MAKE ME FLY GOIN IN A RED BIRD DEN AIN’T GONNA COME OUT AGAIN HO DOWN DOWN HO DOWN DEE RED BIRD DANCIN IN CUSTODY II. HO DOWN DOWN HO DOWN DEE RED BIRD DANCE A PENITENTIARY A JAILER STONED AN HE BARRED THE DOOR RED BIRD GONE … YEAH TO FLY NO MORE BLACK CROW SEE BLACK CROW KNEW NEW ORLEANS IS WHERE THE RED BIRD FLEW I BEEN BORN AN I’M GONNA DIE BLOOD RED WING YOU GONNA MAKE ME CRY RUSTY WING A DEAD DARK THING CROWS TOO LOUD NOW WHEN RED BIRD SING HO DOWN DOWN HO DOWN DEE RED BIRD DANCE A PENITENTIARY
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WELL IT COME IN FROM THE SOUTHWEST IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT HEY LOOMED OVER LUBBOCK WHAT A GAWD AWMIGHTY SIGHT YEAH IT DIPPED DOWN INTO THE DARKNESS ALL CRAZY OUT OF CONTROL HEY THROWED AROUND THAT PANHANDLE TOWN TILL IT COULDN’T THROW IT AROUND NO MORE YEAH SOME BLAMED SECRET GOVERNMENT PROJECTS SOME BLAMED IT ON THE PRESIDENT SOME BLAMED WIND FROM THE WINGS OF JESUS JUST FLAPPIN ROUND HEAVEN SENT YEAH BUT I DON’T KNOW (he don’t know) BUT I DON’T KNOW (he don’t know) THEY DON’T KNOW ... HUH HUH BUT WHEN A HIGH-PRESSURE ZONE ... HITS A LOW SOMETHIN GOTTA GIVE ... YEAH SOMETHIN GOTTA GO AN LIKE A VAMPIRE OVER THE BROADWAY IT SHOWED NO MORAL CODE IT’D TAKE OUT A MIGHTY CHURCH OF GAWD AND LEAVE A HONKY TONK BY THE ROAD AND TINY CREATURES WENT FLYING RIGHT OUT OF PRARIE DOG TOWN SMACK UP AGAINST THE GREAT PLAINS LIFE LITTLE BONES IN THE RAIN FALLIN DOWN YEAH SOME BLAMED COMMUNIST SABOTAGE SOME BLAMED REDNECKS ON THE RIGHT SOME BLAMED TEENAGE RESTLESSNESS ROCK N ROLL GONE BERSERK IN THE NIGHT YEAH BUT I DON’T KNOW (it’s a UFO) BUT I DON’T KNOW (it’s a UFO) THEY DON’T KNOW ... HUH BUT WHEN A HIGH-PRESSURE ZONE ... HITS A LOW SOMETHIN GOTTA GIVE ... YEAH SOMETHIN GOTTA GO WELL THIS HUBBUB ON THE HUB LAID A CITY TO ITS KNEES SWEET MEMORIES BENEATH THE RUBBLE SHATTERED GLASS AND BROKEN DREAMS YEAH BUT IN THAT WAKE OF DESTRUCTION THIS DAZED AND BATTERED TOWN PULLED ITS ASS UP OUT OF THE DEBRIS AND PUT ITS FEET BACK UP ON THE GROUND YEAH SOME SAID IT WAS THE GHOST OF BUDDY SOME SAID THE GHOST OF CAIN SOME SAID THE SOUL OF THE PRODIGAL SON IS JUST STUMBLIN BACK HOME AGAIN YEAH BUT I DON’T KNOW (it’s a TORNADO) BUT I DON’T KNOW (it’s a TORNADO) MAYBE SO, HUH BUT WHEN A HIGH-PRESSURE ZONE ... HITS A LOW SOME GOTTA GIVE AHHHH ... SOME GOTTA GO

about

Terry Allen and the Panhandle Mystery Band
Smokin the Dummy (1980/2022)
LP/CD/digital

Album page: paradiseofbachelors.com/shop/pob-065/
Artist page: paradiseofbachelors.com/terry-allen
Other options: lnk.to/PoB65

ALBUM ABSTRACT

Recorded exactly two years after acclaimed visual artist and songwriter Terry Allen’s masterpiece Lubbock (on everything), the feral follow-up Smokin the Dummy is less conceptually focused but more sonically and stylistically unified than its predecessor—it’s also rougher and rowdier, wilder and more wired, and altogether more menacingly rock and roll. The first album by Allen to share top billing with the Panhandle Mystery Band, here featuring Jesse Taylor on blistering lead guitar alongside the Maines brothers and Richard Bowden, Dummy documents a ferocious new band in fully telepathic, tornado-fueled flight, refining its caliber, increasing its range, and never looking down.

This first-ever vinyl reissue, remastered from the original analog tapes, includes a gatefold jacket and inner sleeve with restored, new, and alternate art and photos by Terry and Jo Harvey Allen; an insert with lyrics, original notes, and Terry’s letter to H.C. Westermann about the songs; and a high-res download code.

ALBUM NARRATIVE

SMOKIN THE DUMMY
PISS IN THE WIND
AMERICAN MUSIC
PLAY IT AGAIN

– Terry Allen, in a 1981 letter to H.C. Westermann

Following the 1973 Whitney Biennial, in which songwriter and visual artist Terry Allen and fellow iconic artist Horace Clifford “Cliff” Westermann both exhibited, Allen maintained a lively long-distance correspondence and exchange of artworks and music with Westermann, whose singular and highly influential art he admired enormously. In a February 1981 letter to his friend and mentor, written shortly after the late 1980 release of his third album Smokin the Dummy, while he and his family were living in Fresno, California, Terry explains the genesis of the album title:

MY KID BUKKA GOT A CHARLIE MCCARTHY DOLL FOR CHRISTMAS ONE YEAR WHEN HE MADE UP HIS MIND HE WAS GOING TO BE A VENTRILOQUIST. HE IMMEDIATELY PAINTED IT UP TO LOOK LIKE A VAMPIRE ... AND I JUST AS IMMEDIATELY PUT ON A PAIR OF JO HARVEY'S SUNGLASSES AND THE SLEAZIEST JACKET I COULD FIND (western slime) AND SAT FOR FAMILY PHOTOS ... ANYWAY, I BLEW RINGS OF SMOKE ON THE DUMMY AND BUKKA SAID I WAS SMOKIN THE DUMMY.

I GUESS IT RANG SOME KIND OF DEMENTED BELL ...

Westermann died shortly after receiving this letter, enclosed with a Smokin the Dummy LP, the minimalist black jacket of which Allen suggested that Cliff fold into a jaunty cardboard hat if he didn’t like the music. That response was unlikely, since Westermann loved Terry’s music, calling his debut record Juarez (1975) “the finest, most honest and heartfelt piece of music I ever heard.”

Recorded at Caldwell Studios in Allen’s hometown of Lubbock, Texas during the summer of 1980, exactly two years after his masterpiece Lubbock (on everything) (released in 1979) manifested in the same jury-rigged room, the feral follow-up is less conceptually focused but more sonically and stylistically unified than its predecessor. It’s also rougher and rowdier, wilder and more wired, and altogether more menacingly rock and roll. This was by design. The Panhandle Mystery Band had only recently coalesced during those 1978 Lubbock sessions, Lloyd Maines’s first foray into production. Through 1979, they honed their sound and tightened their arrangements with a series of periodic performances beyond Allen’s regular art-world circuit, including memorable record release concerts in Lubbock, Chicago, L.A., and Kansas City. Terry sought to harness the high-octane power of this now well-oiled collective engine to overdrive his songs into rawer and rockier off-road territory.

His first album to share top billing with the Panhandle Mystery Band, Dummy documents a ferocious new band in fully telepathic, tornado-fueled flight, refining its caliber, increasing its range, and never looking down. Alongside the stalwart Maines brothers—co-producer, guitarist, and all-rounder Lloyd, bassist Kenny, and drummer Donnie—and mainstay Richard Bowden (who here contributes not only fiddle but also mandolin, cello, and “truck noise theory,” the big-rig doppler effect of Lloyd’s steel on “Roll Truck Roll”), new addition Jesse Taylor supplies blistering lead guitar, on loan from Joe Ely (who plays harmonica here). Jesse’s kinetic blues lines and penchant for extreme volume—he was deaf in one ear from a near-fatal car accident—were instrumental in pushing these recordings into brisker tempos and tougher attitudes. Terry was feverish for several studio days, suffering from a bad flu and sweating through his clothes, which partially explains the literally febrile edge to his performances, rendered largely in a perma-growl. (By this point, he was regularly breaking piano pedals with his heavy-booted stomp.)

Like the album title itself, the songs on Smokin the Dummy ring various demented bells. The tracks rifle through Terry’s assorted obsessions—especially the potential energy and escape of the open road, elevated here to an ecstatic, prayerful pitch—and are populated by a cast of crooked characters: truckers, truck-stop waitresses, convicts, cokeheads, speed freaks, greasers, holy rollers, rodeo riders, dancehall cheaters, and sacrificial prairie dogs, sinners seeking some small reprieve, any fugitive moment of grace. In an echo of “Amarillo Highway (for Dave Hickey),” which opens Lubbock (on everything), “The Heart of California (for Lowell George),” another driving song and the first track of Dummy, is dedicated to Terry’s recently departed friend, the leader of Little Feat, who covered Allen’s “New Delhi Freight Train” before he died.

As on Lubbock, many other songs are older, culled from a decade and a half of songbooks, demos, and worktapes. Allen wrote “Red Bird,” a deceptively simple ditty that combines two longstanding fascinations—New Orleans and bird symbolism—as an art student in L.A. in 1964 and performed it on Shindig! the following year. He considered it his first “real” song worth keeping, and it rates as the personal favorite of many of his oldest friends, including Bruce Nauman. “Cocaine Cowboy,” composed in 1968, lent its title to a 1974 play by Allen’s colleague George Lewis, starring Terry’s wife and collaborator Jo Harvey and featuring his own dada-inspired costume designs, including a giant Gogolesque ambulatory nose wearing a cowboy hat. “Roll Truck Roll” and “The Night Cafe,” a diptych of automotive dramas, with counterpoint perspectives on the labor cultures of trucking and food service, both date to 1969. (During this era, Allen was a great enthusiast and denizen of diners, particularly Denny’s, and Jo Harvey wrote and performed a play called Counter Angel, based on her oral histories with truckstop waitresses.) The glowering, bruised 1975 rodeo song “Helena Montana” was inspired by his friend Dave Hickey’s fine rodeo number “Calgary Snow” and Terry’s impending participation in The Great American Rodeo exhibition at Forth Worth Art Museum the following year.

The other four songs, like the aforementioned “The Heart of California,” were of more recent vintage. One of only two covers in Allen’s catalog (the other is David Byrne’s “Buck Naked”), “Whatever Happened to Jesus (and Maybeline)?” interpolates Chuck Berry’s automotive lament within a skewed gospel song of Allen’s own devising, a characteristic imbrication of sacred and profane gestures. Allen completed the furiously frayed album closer “The Lubbock Tornado (I don’t know),” about the devastating 1970 tornado (still a painful local memory ten years later), in a hot Texas Tech practice room during the recording sessions. It takes the American vernacular tradition of disaster ballads into sinister and hilarious spaces, implicating governmental, religious, and alien conspiracies—including the Lubbock Lights—as possible meteorological motivations. In 1980, as in 2022, we can rationalize any calamity with conspiracy theories.

In other words, this is deathless American music. Play it again.

KEY POINTS

+ The first-ever vinyl reissue of the feral 1980 follow-up to Lubbock (on everything), remastered from the original analog tapes. Unlike previous editions, the CD restores the original unabridged track list.
+ Deluxe LP edition features 140g virgin vinyl; a gatefold jacket and inner sleeve with restored, new, and alternate art and photos by Terry and Jo Harvey Allen; an insert with lyrics, original notes, and Terry’s letter to H.C. Westermann about the songs; and a high-res download code.
+ Deluxe CD edition features a trifold jacket and inner sleeve with original notes and restored, new, and alternate art and photos by Terry and Jo Harvey Allen; and a six-panel insert with lyrics and Terry’s letter to H.C. Westermann about the songs.
+ RIYL: Dave Alvin, Ryan Bingham, Bobby Bare, David Byrne, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, the Chicks, Guy Clark, Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Steve Earle, Joe Ely, Little Feat, The Flatlanders, Blaze Foley, Jimmie Dale Gilmore, Butch Hancock, Jason Isbell, Robert Earl Keen, Kris Kristofferson, Lloyd Maines, Willie Nelson, Randy Newman, John Prine, Doug Sahm, Charlie Sexton, Bill Joe Shaver, Silver Jews/Purple Mountains, Sturgill Simpson, Kurt Vile, Jerry Jeff Walker, Lucinda Williams, Townes Van Zandt, Warren Zevon, Wilco.

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released May 6, 2022

Terry Allen: lead vocals, piano, clavinet
Lloyd Maines: electric guitar, acoustic guitar, slide guitar, pedal steel guitar, dobro, banjo, harmony vocals
Kenny Maines: bass, tambourine, harmony vocals
Donnie Maines: drums, harmony vocals
Richard Bowden: fiddle, cello, mandolin, sound effects, harmony vocals
Jesse Taylor: electric guitar, harmony vocals
Joe Ely: harmonica
Ponty Bone: accordion
Alan Shinn: congas, tambourine, percussion, guiro
Mike Meyers: congas, timbales
Monte Williams: clavinet, synthesizer
Tommie Anderson: trumpet, tuba
Mark Anthony: trombone
Jack Delahunty: clarinet
Don Caldwell: saxophone
Jo Harvey Allen: harmony vocals

Music and lyrics written by Terry Allen
Re-issue produced by Brendan Greaves
Original production produced by Terry Allen, Lloyd Maines
Original production executively produced by Jack Lemon, Ethel Lemon
Engineered & mixed by Terry Allen, Don Caldwell, Lloyd Maines.
Mastered by Josh Bonati, Bonati Mastering, NYC
Album artwork and original production sleeve notes by Terry Allen
Album photography by Lindsay Metivier, Milton Adams, Terry Allen
Design and layout, re-issue sleeve notes by Brendan Greaves
Lyrics transcribed by Greta Travaglia
Make-up by Bukka Cain Allen

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Legendary Texan artist Terry Allen occupies a unique position straddling the frontiers of country music and conceptual art; he has worked with everyone from Guy Clark to David Byrne to Lucinda Williams to Bruce Nauman, and his artwork resides in museums worldwide.
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