Friday, August 20, 2010

ride away,

shaking the cobwebs from my head,
as i pick my clothes up off the floor.
yesterdays whiskey on my breath,
trying to recall the night before.

the blonde laying here beside me,
tells me last night must have been fun,
but lost somewhere is the memory,
of whatever we had done,

wondering if i should wake this pretty lady,
and give her a kiss goodbye,
but i cant even begin to recall her name,
and my mouth is awful dry,

if she only knew how much i wish,
i could find a way to stay,
sometimes the hardest part of being a cowboy,
is always having to ride away,

with all the places i have been,
and the things that i have done,
you'd think that id be loving,
this life out on the run,

so many different women,
so many different towns,
but all that they have left me,
was a man i want to drown,

god knows i only wish,
that i could find a way to stay,
sometimes the hardest part of being a cowboy,
is always having to ride away,


theres a yearning deep within me,
always wanting to be free,
always running from commitment,
or anything that would tie me down,
to anything other than running,
running myself into the ground,


with all the places i have been,
and the things that i have done,
you'd think that id be loving,
this life out on the run,

so many different women,
so many different towns,
but all that they have left me,
was a man i want to drown,

god knows i only wish i,
could find a way to stay,
sometimes the hardest part of being a cowboy,
is always having to ride away,

Sunday, August 15, 2010

life, and death, and apple trees,


come, on-now-pretty-lady, won't you walk-with-me,
i know', a-little-spot, on', dow'n-by-the-creek,

we', can-get-to-talkin'-bout', what'-shit-means,
like life, and death, and a'pple trees,
talkin' life, and death, and a'pple trees,


dow'n, in-the-holler,
sit', tin'-on-a-log,
lis', nin'-to-the-music, of a chir'pin' frog,

hol', din'-your-hand,
and walk, 'in'-in-the-rain,
when your', by-my-side, i-can-feel-no-pain,
with' you by my side i can feel no pain,


come', on-now-pretty-lady, wont', you-walk'-with-me,
i know', a-little-spot, on-down'-by-the-creek,

we, can' get-to-talkin', bout what'-shit-means,
like life, and death, and a'pple trees,
talkin' life, and death, and a'pple trees,


the sim', ple-kinda-life,
that's what', we'll-lead,
if', there's room-in'-your-life,
for', my-fiddle-and-me,

wor', kin'-all-day, an'd at-night-we-can-sing,
about life, and death, and a'pple trees,
throughout', life, and death, and a'pple trees,



come', on-now-pretty-lady, wont', you-walk'-with-me,
i know', a-little-spot, on-down'-by-the-creek,

we, can' get-to-talkin', bout what'-shit-means,
like life, and death, and a'pple trees,
throughout', life, and death, and a'pple trees,
talkin', life, and death, and a'pple trees,
life, and death and a'pple trees...

need to find my way home

Can somebody
tell me how,
I'm so lonely
in a crowd.
Can somebody point the way,
to a better day.

I'm tired of roaming through alone,
I gotta find,...
my way home.

Oh help me find my way.
I need to find
a better day.

Tired of roaming all alone.
Need to find,...
my way home.

Can somebody
shine the light.
I need to make it,
through the night.

Can someone
lead the way,
I need to find
a better day.

Tired of roaming
all alone,
need to find,...
my way home.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

theres a place, theres a place, that i never should have been

through the hills,
through the hills,
cross the holler, round the bend,

theres a place,
theres a place,
that i should have never been,


i met a pretty girl,
sally may was her name,
and since that awful night,
my lifes never been the same,

through the hills,
through the hills,
cross the holler, round the bend,
theres a place,
theres a place,
that i should have never been,

it was tuesday night,
was nine thirty, was downtown,
thought id have a beer,
and show myself around,


i was sitting at the bar,
as lonesome as can be,
when the redhead cross the bar,
started smiling back at me,

i ordered up a beer,
and thought i'd take a chance,
made my way across the bar,
to ask that girl to dance,

through the hills,
through the hills,
cross the holler, round the bend,

theres a place,
theres a place,
that i should have never been,


one dance turned into two,
then we shut down the bar,
she said follow me,
as i walked out to my car,

we got to her house,
and hopped right in the bed,
oh how lucky a man was i,
with this pretty red head,

just when we were,
starting to have some fun,
i looked up and saw,
her husband with a gun,

through the hills,
through the hills,
cross the holler, round the bend,

theres a place,
theres a place,
that i should have never been,


he began to scream,
and she began to cry,
and fearful for my life,
laying there was i,

when he turned his head,
out the door i ran,
running away,
just as fast as i can,

through the hills,
through the hills,
cross the holler, round the bend,

theres a place,
theres a place,
that i should have never been,


when i made it to my car,
i thought the coast was clean,
but i couldnt ignore the sound,
of her awful scream,

through the hills,
through the hills,
cross the holler, round the bend,

theres a place,
theres a place,
that i should have never been,


so i reached into the car,
and i pulled out my gun,
and ever since that night,
ive been out here on the run,

through the hills,
through the hills,
cross the holler, round the bend,

theres a place,
theres a place,
that i should have never been,


through the hills,
through the hills,
cross the holler, round the bend,

theres a place,
theres a place,
that i never should have been,

Thursday, August 12, 2010

trying to be my fathers son...

That ol' sun rises offly early,
when the bar don't close till 3,
and this life that im a leadin',
it's gonna be the end of me,

playing rock star in the evening,
and farm boy in the morn,
has my back feeling offly tired,
and my body feelin' offly worn,

people ask me how i do it,
i say cause it needs done,
and thats just the life im leading,
trying to be my fathers son,

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

App' a' lach' ian' white trash'

App' a' lach' ian' white trash'
Grow'd up in da trailer patch'
he learn'd young to skin a' buck
and jerry rig a pick'up truck

al'ways gonna' clean his plate
rare'ly gonna' get a date
when he does he'll treat her right
giggin frogs by moonlight

App' a' lach' ian' white trash'
Grow'd up in da trailer patch'


miss'in' his left front tooth
from that fist fight with cousin lue,
called his sister an awful name,
when he got home he did the same,

Ap p' a' lach' ian' white trash'
Grow'd up in da trailer patch'

Monday, August 2, 2010

sailing the starboard side of crazy...

sail'ing'.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these.. bro'ken' seas,
caught some'where'.. be'tween re'demp'tion,
and the fier'y.. pits be'neath,

search'ing.. for the truth.. in'side the bot'tle,
for how.. this world.. should be,
sail'ing.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these drunk'en' seas,

gypsie souls.. aren't long for,
a life of.. nine to five,
and each day.. they stay.. trapped with'in,
they feel.. much less.. a'live,

if on'ly.. for a little while,
they need to.. run away
to escape from.. all the fake'ness,
of what.. we call.. re'al'it'ay',
where everyone.. wants you.. to be some'thing,
and you..just want.. to be,

sail'ing'.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these.. bro'ken' seas,
caught some'where'.. be'tween re'demp'tion,
and the fier'y.. pits be'neath,

search'ing.. for the truth.. in'side the bot'tle,
for how.. this world.. should be,
sail'ing.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these drunk'en' seas,

there's some'thing.. magic... in the potion,
of the.. music.. and the sea,
and the people.. drawn to it,
to set their spirits free,

leav'ing'.. the world.. behind them,
if only.. for a few days,
where they can.. get lost.. to'geth'er',
as they.. sail away,

sail'ing'.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these.. bro'ken' seas,
caught some'where'.. be'tween re'demp'tion,
and the fier'y.. pits be'neath,

search'ing.. for the truth.. in'side the bot'tle,
for how.. this world.. should be,
sail'ing.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these drunk'en' seas,

three days.. in'to'.. a bender,
and their... still go'ing' strong,
whether hi'ding'.. from a.. hang'o'ver',
or just try'ing' to ha'a'a'a'a'an'an'an'an'ng'ng'ng'ng'ng'g'g'g' ah'ah'ah'ah'ah'ah'aaaah'hhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnN...