SNOUTZ (c) (p) 2014 neil smith entertainment


(long snort)

(CH)
        C#                         G     F#
If yer gonna cook the hog cook the whole hog
    E            F#
We only got one law
       C#                        G     F#
If yer gonna eat the pig eat the whole pig
E         F#
Ears tail teets and balls
         E             
The only waist anything goes to round here
   F#                        C
Is when you letcher britches out
         C#                         E            F#      c# b g# f# e f# g c#
Park yer butt in that chair,  mama  cookin' up a mess o snoutz!


(VS)
          B                                C#
i fell in love when I was sixteen with the 4h sow queen
  E     
I asked her on a date, for some funnel cake, we ate and spit shined our plates. 
                      F#                          c# c b c b g# g f# e f# g d#
That's when she said wait I Wantchoo to ponderate...


(Ch)
        C#                         G     F#
If yer gonna cook the hog cook the whole hog
    E            F#
We only got one law
       C#                        G     F#
If yer gonna eat the pig eat the whole pig
E         F#
Ears tail teets and balls
         E             
The only waist anything goes to round here
   F#                        C
Is when you letcher britches out
         C#                         E            F#      c# b g# f# e f# g c#
Park yer butt in that chair,  mama  cookin' up a mess o snoutz!


(BR1)
BBB !                            C# C# C#
    She learned me how ta pickle feet
                               E                                           F#              C
She learned me how to rake the pen, dig a pit put the porker on a spit and make that sucka spin
Sssssmokin!



(GUITAR SOLO)  C#  E F#  G--D---  C#  E F#  G-- A--   E D B A G AB GEG   F# E GF#EA#-----   C#---E F#---  C# B G# F# E  C#

(BR2)
BBB !
      Here's the apple
C#C#C#
       Here's the behind
          F                                              G      G#
Skin that pig pretty mama cause were bout to fry up some rinds

(VS)
        C#                    E        F#
Now my love for my sow queen just dont quit
        C#              E     F#
And I'm happier than a pig in mud
       C#                E        F#
Slap a barbecue sauce o' sweet molass
        C#                         E        F#  c# c b c b g# g f# e f# g d#
mama's cookin dont suitcha you can kiss my cud



(CH)
        C#                         G     F#
If yer gonna cook the hog cook the whole hog
    E            F#
We only got one itty bitty law
       C#                        G     F#
If yer gonna eat the pig eat the whole pig
E         F#
Ears tail teets and balls
         E             
The only waist anything goes to round here
   F#                        C
Is when you letcher dungarees out
         C#                 E F#
Park yer butt in that chair...
C#                         G F#
You just sit right there...
C#                     E  F#
Hope you like em rare...

Fannie's fryin' up the best o,  slap yo aunt contessa,  dont you eat up all the rest a,  mama's cookin up a mess o...

B B C# snoutz!

End

Neil Smith - SNOUTZ

Song written by James Shubin. All parts performed, recorded and produced by Neil Smith.

I'm A Spy

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I've come to Gallatin to die
                                           Bm
It is the twilight of my life
                                           E
Fast living wrung me dry
                                       A
So I've come to Gallatin to die



                                           A
Bought an aging country home
                  Bm
End of the road
                                         E
My new neighbor said hello
                                  A
Ah but he don't even know

                                        Bm     E                                  
I've come to Gallatin to die
                                         A 
Where when I'm passing by
                                                      Bm     E
People on their porches all wave hi
                                        A
But I've come to Gallatin to die



(bridge)
            F#m               G
I was a failure in the fast town
              D                                 E
All my dreams they turned to dust
        F#               G
So I ran into the back South
                   D                  E
Where jalopies turn to rust




                                                       A
Maybe I’ll get a part time job and pass the time
                                                   Bm
Mom and pop burger shop make the fries
                                                             E
I’ll be a school crossing guard with a lawn chair on the side
                                             A
Build sparrow houses in my tool shed where I hide


                                         Bm      E
But I come to Gallatin to die
                                                A
Walk the woods alone and hear the old coyotes cry
                                  Bm        E
How’d I get it all so wrong
                                               A
Maybe Gallatin’s where I belong?


                                             Bm     E
When I come to Gallatin to die
                                                  A
The mayor shook my hand and looked me in the eye
                                               Bm                                     E
Asked me to dinner with his children and his wife
                                                    A
Church welcome wagon brought a homemade chess pie

                                       Bm            E
And with arms open so wide
                                                            A
They welcomed me like family with Southern charm and pride
                   Bm       E
And then I died
                                                                   A   Bm  E A B A
And woke up with the angels in Gallatin alive


Gallatin

Various rock and pop voices and styles of Neil Smith from a variety of session work. 

Neil Smith Rock and Pop Vocal Session Demo

Demo showing the range and styles of voice over professional, Michele Dannen

Michele Dannen Voice Over Demo

Voice over demo showing the announcing and narration styles of Neil Smith.

Neil Smith Voice Over Announcer Narrator Demo

Demo portraying the various character voices of voice over artist Neil Smith.

Neil Smith Voice Over Character Voices Demo

TIN - by neil smith (c) (p) 2012 neil smith entertainment and productions

Tin like the soda cans on mom and pop's honeymoon car
Ten like the age I was when I got my first guitar
Tin were the rooftops in the town where i grew up
Now I've got ten little fingers wrapped around a sippy cup

All the tender times I never have forgotten
I'm back on tin pan alley after ten years on the road
I dream about a ten string mockingbird bc rich guitar
And I'm just ten minutes from the ones I love back home.

Tin like the wind up toy I bought at the truck stop
The acrobatic pinhead clown that likes to flip and flop
Ten minutes from now my little boy'll give me hugs
Ten's the hours that I'll sleep before I get back up

And at ten am I might watch rinny tin tin
Before I stumble down the stairs when she'll say stranger how you been
I'll wrap my tentacles around her and draw her right close in
And we'll get about ten seconds 'fore we're Mom and Dad again.

And I've got tinted windows on my pinto
And I've got ten bucks a-sittin in the cussin coffee can
I remember I got tense that time the doctor called me in
And said you're fine that thing's benign, I hit my knees and prayed to Him

Sometimes I feel just like the Tin man
Always looking for my heart
Then my perfect ten comes walking in
And aint nobody that can tear us  apart

Tin snips hangin on the garage wall
Along with other tools my boy will use before too long
Tin like the soap box derby car we'll hope is nice and strong
Tin like a good old fashioned Tennessee hubcap guitar
Ten like the minutes that it took to write this song

 

TIN - by neil smith (c) (p) 2012 neil smith entertainment and productions

Neil Smith was commissioned by California songwriter James Shubin to reinterpret this traditional song (public domain) from the ground up using his imagination to do something unique with it. Neil chose to re-do this song as a modern rock style. All vocals, instrumentation and arrangement is by Neil Smith.

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