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Posted on September 28, 2015

Sweet Southern Wind 

Back road blacktop through Wilkes County

Making my way back from I-20

Keeping a sharp eye out for the state patrol

Two windows down, pushing near 80

Flying so high because here lately

I’ve been flying out of control

And I’ve been everywhere but home in the last 96 day

Doing time out on that lost highway

Singing my songs and counting up my sins

But now I’m back on the wings of the sweet southern wind

CHORUS

Sweet southern wind won’t you carry me home?

Too far gone for far too long

 

So I left a little blood in a tattoo parlor

Met a girl in Nashville, told her I’d call her

And that’s been three weeks ago today

Because the further I get from that little hour

The more I start thinking bout Red Cannas flowers

And the Colbert 4th of July parade

And that’s just one little town

In a whole county of people of which I’m so proud

Going back to where my heart’s always been

Coming in on the wings of the sweet southern wind

 

Louisiana, Dothan Alabama

Nashville, Tennessee, Charleston S.C.

Everywhere around and in between

Different faces, different places

Ain’t got nothing on where I call home

Just come on by and you’ll see

Forget the things that you heard

Around here we like to raise hell

And “ain’t” is a word

Where my life began and where by the grace of God it will end

Gone away on the wings of the sweet southern wind 

 

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Hear Me Calling 

Lately I’ve been feeling a little like Adam just before God made Eve

All alone in the world wishing for the girl who could set my soul at ease

And I guess I’m asking for a miracle to happen though I can’t give up one more rib

But the way things been going and He keeps on holding, I’d be willing to make a deal

 

Do you hear me calling out your name

For that one woman id give any kind of fortune and fame

Do you hear me calling, it ain’t the first time

Just a little favor from a father’s son who turned water to wine

 

Seven years Jacob waited for Rachel, then her daddy said seven more

Fourteen years blood sweat and tears, but she’s the only one that he’d die for

And I ain’t asking for a similar situation, God knows I ain’t a patient man

But if there’s one out there its kind of like I’m searching through the desert for a grain of sand

 

Do you hear me calling out your name

For that one woman id give any kind of fortune or fame

Do you hear me calling, it ain’t the first time

Just a little favor from a father’s son who turned water to wine

 

Now I ain’t trying to sound like no blasphemer but this here is my last plea

You made a lame man walk, and a dumb man talk

My God, ain’t you got a woman for me

 

Do you hear me calling out your name

For that one woman id give any kind of fortune or fame

Do you hear me calling, it ain’t the first time

Just a little favor from a father’s son who turned water to wine 

 

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The Next Time 

The next time you run away with my heart

You should watch where you are going

Every single word you say to me

I don’t think I’m the one that needs convincing

CHORUS

It don’t take that much to leave me

Or at least that’s what I have been led to believe

Forever turns ugly once again

And I am saving all of my last times for next time

 

The next time I’ll just let it be, because I don’t know what I’m doing here

Chained to an old undying flame that drags me right back down

Into a sea of useless tears

CHORUS

The next time you start singing that same old song

Put your goodbye where your mouth is

See I know the steps to that dance so very well

I don’t need the music anymore

CHORUS

 

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Still Loud, Still Proud 

I still like to drink my whiskey from a mason jar

I still like going fast in my hot rod car

I still like to hear some heavy metal music slamming down

I still like my country without the taint of that pop sound

Cause we’re still loud, and we’re still proud

Coming at you at a decibel of 102

Still loud, and we’re still proud

Come on everybody, how about you?

Oh hell yeah

 

I still like the feeling of a honky tonk girl

Blond hair and blue eyes let her rock my world

I’m still a drinking, shouting, and straight-shooting son of a smoking gun

And me and my boys are still out for a little fun

Cause we’re still loud, and we’re still proud

Coming at you at a decibel of 102

Still loud, and we’re still proud

Come on everybody, how about you?

Oh hell yeah

 

I’m still flying my rebel flag, still ain’t got no style

We’re still rock and rolling, be doing that for a while

Still a good ol’ Georgia boy, still ain’t got no class

And if you ain’t down with that you can kiss my ass

Cause we’re still loud, and we’re still proud 

 

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In a Little While 

My phone starts ringing at half past nine

Just the way it has every night since July

That’s where this all begins

Hello baby, how have you been?

We say goodnight, I love you, see you soon

Then I lay in silence in the dark of my room

Knowing in the back of my mind

You’ll be laying down next to him tonight

CHORUS

In a little while all my dreams while come true

The cold pillow I clutch tonight will be you

My wait will be over in a matter of time

And I will have all the love he has in your eyes

 

We left the hotel on a cold winter’s day

Out towards the edge of town we made our way

We haven’t said a word, the feeling best felt

And not heard

Pull up to your house and here it comes again

One last kiss then see you God know when

As I touch your hand I feel that golden ring

And to think last night I was your everything

CHORUS

In a little while he’ll be coming home

You’ll be his loving wife and I’ll be all alone

Until you need me again to stand

In his place and be the other man

 

In a little while has become seven years

Ever since I said goodbye at least a hundred tears

But that’s better than the thousands I cried each night

Wishing that you were here

I run that conversation over again in my head

Looking for something, anything that I might have said

That I could think back and regret

But girl I just ain’t found one yet

CHORUS

In a little while your memory will be gone

Blown away like yesterday, and I’ll have moved on

In a little while is all that’s left to say

In a little while has become today 

 

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Gypsy 

I guess I’m just in love with a gypsy soul

Who’ll never settle down and was born to roam

She held me in her arms all night long

Come the morning she’d be moving on

 

And I was born to be a traveling man

Always on the road and sick for home

And me and the gypsy would’ve never worked out

She was headed west and I was going south

 

I sing, Gypsy lover

Don’t you know there’s none better than you

And I still remember, the way you do what you do

And all my boys wonder

Why I’m not singing the blues

And I say a woman

With a gypsy soul

Was never mine to loose

 

I guess I’ll see her again someday soon

Maybe at night by the light of the moon

And I’ll run my fingers through her long dark hair

Did you find what you were looking for out there

 

I sing, Gypsy lover

Don’t you know there’s none better than you

And I still remember, the way you do what you do

And all my boys wonder

Why I’m not singing the blues

And I say a woman

With a gypsy soul

Was never mine to loose 

 

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Long Nights 

Well it sure has been a long week of work and I feel like I’ve been running behind

But the weekend’s here and I’ve been thinking yeah, something’s been on my mind

And I know where to get it, gotta go on down to my favorite bar in this small town

But when I got there don’t you know it was a shame

Cause nobody wanted to know my name

CHORUS

Long nights, hot, beers and cold, cold women

Don’t you know sometimes that’s the way it goes?

You give ‘em your best lines, tell ‘em your best lies

Always ends with a no

My beer is getting warm, my bed is looking cold

And to think of all I’ve been giving

To these long nights, hot beers, and cold, cold women

 

So I bought a shot of crown for a woman in a black gown but it went nowhere

Tried to kiss a blonde babe and she quickly turned away I got a mouthful of hair

Asked a girl to dance looking for some romance and I got shot down

Told this one knockout that I could make her shout she smacked me to the ground

Well its closing time, think I’ll have me one more 

Then I’m taking myself right out that door

CHORUS

 

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New Breed 

She said, you can have me any way you want, you can do to me as you please

But you know I like it when you pull my hair from behind when I’m on my knees

And all the things you say I do so well, I swear for you they’ll never lack

And you know it makes me want to scream every time I try looking back

 

She’s a new breed of woman that every man’s been dreaming of

A new breed of woman, who swears I’m the only one she’ll ever really love

 

You know I hate to love the way your teasing me, though I know it makes it more intense

And I love to feel your body next to mine and I love the way you roll those hips

And all those things I love to do to you, I swear you’ll never get enough

And you can call this anything you want but please don’t ever call it love.

 

She’s a new breed of woman that every man’s been dreaming of

A new breed of woman, who swears I’m the only one she’ll ever really love

 

She’s a new breed of woman that every man’s been dreaming of

A new breed of woman, who swears I’m the only one she’ll ever really love  

 

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Watch You Go 

Face just like an angel

But always a devil inside

I thought that I could always hold your hand

Now I find myself here wondering why

Please believe me

There’s ain’t nothing that I would not do

If it meant that I would never find myself

Here without you

CHORUS

And still I watch you go

With my own chains holding me behind

And still I watch you go

And I drift back one memory at a time

 

Back here in my little world

Built on frustration and shame

There are a million different foolish things

And a million different reasons upon which to place the blame

Now it would’ve been so easy

To open up my heart and just let you in

But there I go making the same mistakes that I have made

Over and over, and over again

CHORUS

I still don’t get it

Don’t figure that I ever will

All these dreams I had for us

Why can’t I make them real?

Can’t you see how mush I need you?

Without you I’m just not the same man

Yet I see everything I ever wanted

It’s slipping right through my hands 

 

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I Ain’t Bitter 

I hope these words are taken well

Don’t think they’re the ramblings of a love sick fool still under your spell

I hope this message gets to you

I hope when you hear this song you listen more than you used to, oh yeah

I hope your folks are doing fine

Did your momma stop smoking dope, did your daddy stop drinking cheap ass wine?

Did your brother get out of jail?

Did you sister work overtime on the street corner just to make his bail

CHORUS

I hope you think about me each and every single day

I hope you cry over the love that you threw away

Cause in a race of losers you sure were a winner

And before you go and get mad, well just remember I ain’t bitter

 

I heard about your new boyfriend Zack

I head he was a wine connoisseur I heard he was good in the sack

Now who told me that you say?

His ex-boyfriend Chuck I talked to him the other day

Hey you still got that pimping ride?

That 80’s Honda Civic primer gray with the dent in the side

The zebra print seat covers were such a big hit

And if you cleaned out all the trash it probably wouldn’t smell like

CHORUS

Don’t bet me wrong it wasn’t all that bad

I was just reminiscing about all the good times that we had

Last Friday night is one that I remember well

Wasn’t that the night you told me I could just go straight to hell

Other than that I hope everything goes your way

And I hope you don’t get hit by a tractor trailer today

Me, I’ve got so many things to do

Like writing this song about how much I really love you 

 

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State of Peace 

I took a ride one day

With my old friend Mr. Lonely

And his girl Misery riding in the back

Left my home, left my life

Packed up my heartaches and packed up my strife

Bought a one way ticket down a one way track

 

There ain’t nothing behind me but these shadows of doubt and shades of gray

Gonna find my blue sky that she took away

CHORUS 

When I reached the town of put her behind me

I took a right turn on Memory Lane

And ended up on the road to nowhere fast

Crossed over bridges that have long since burned

And a river of tears that tumbled and churned

Past rocky emotions and turbulent winds of change

And that was just the first mile

I got a million more to go

Will I ever reach that state of peace?

I just don’t know

 

I move on one step at a time

Trying to walk that curving, jagged line

Wondering what did I say?

I keep on moving, keep on boozing

Try to win but I keep on losing

This fight to keep the pain at bay 

And if I had to do it all over again

I’d step right back onto this road again

CHORUS 

The hardest road to travel is the one through goodbye

But I don’t have the time to sit and wonder why 

 

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Whiskey Wagon

Drinkin’ on a bottle of whiskey just about half gone

Why don’t you understand baby I’m doin’ nothing wrong

Honey won’t you take a break and get out of my face

I’m going down to the package store and picking up another case

On this lonely ride

Come on whiskey wagon take me for a ride

Come on whiskey wagon take me down the line

 

Stumbling in and out of this same old bar

With these crossroads in my life

I can’t believe I made it this far, Now baby don't you pay attention to my drunken ambition

Take my hand and understand with all these flaws I’m still your man

On this lonely ride

Come on whiskey wagon take me for a ride

Come on whiskey wagon take me down the line

 

Me and my buddy Jack Daniels are playing a show

This bar’s going to be rocking tonight or don’t you know?

Thinking about the taste of whiskey, I’m sure all my boys will miss me

Mixing in that Maker’s Mark like tonight we’re rocking the trailer park

On this lonely ride

Come on whiskey wagon take me for a ride

Come on whiskey wagon take me down the line

 

All the people out in the crowd they’re starting to sing

Whiskey wagon’s rolling on let’s do this thing

 

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Glory Days

Yesterday, is fading away

Thinking about the music, and how it’s changed

As my head hits the pillow, my mind starts to race

Starts thinking back to those Glory Days

Sitting back being stoned, Free to go wherever I roam

With some Skynyrd and some Stevie Ray Vaughn

Hendrix anthem up on a stage, minds lost in a Purple Haze

That’s what I call Glory Days

 

Yesterday, is long since passed

Show me a band today that’s gonna last

As I look out my window, I put a smile on my face

Start thinking back to those Glory Days

Sitting back getting drunk, dancing to a little Grand Funk

Just cause we’re an American Band

CCR’s Fortunate Son, did the best he ever could’ve done

That’s what I call glory Days

 

Music today, just ain’t the same

It’s more about fortune, and less about fame

Just look at all these bands, just trying to get paid

Bet they never heard about those Glory Days

When Deep Purple turned it to eleven, Zeppelin sang about a Stairway to Heaven, don’t forget the man they call Slowhand

Hear the Eagles Take it to the Limit one more time

Johnny Cash is still Walking the Line 

 

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Good at Lovin’ You

I’ve never been too good at shooting those billiard balls

Never stood out in a smoky old pool hall

Never could call myself a gambling man

Always on ace short of that winning hand

Could never grill a burger

Could never catch a bass

Could never bag a deer

To save my sorry well…

 

I sure can drink and get crazy with my party crowd

And I’m good at singing Hank and I’m good at getting loud

And it may not seem like much but I know it’s true

I’m good at loving you

 

I’ve never been too good at racing or fighting games

No good at throwing darts or at remembering names

But there’s one I recall and it always makes me grin

Picks me up when I’m feeling down every now and then

I feel just like a king when you hold my hand

You always make me want to be a better man

 

And with some country playing softly on the radio

You hold me closer and we start dancing slow

And you look deep in my eyes and I know it’s true

I’m good at loving you

 

I can’t build a mansion, I can’t fix a car

Never could play golf, never was quite up to par

But nothing matters except the way I feel for you

And loving you is the only thing I want to do

Who cares if I can’t dance? Who cares if I can’t cook?

When it comes to loving you, you know I wrote the book

I’m so happy and I’m gonna tell all the world

I’m proud to be your man and proud to call you my girl

After all this time, it remains true

I’m good at loving you 

 

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Press On

Seems as though this road we’ve been walking has always been so rough and steep

Up hill against the wind with blistered, scarred feet

And don’t you know I’ve had to leave a few of my friends behind

But before long they’ll have to start their own climb

And they’ll keep on falling further behind

 

Press on, press on

We’re still a long way from home

 

Been walking for years now, feel I’m going nowhere

Will all these troubles be worth the time it took to get there?

Remember the chances I took, and the one’s I declined

Though these trials are so tough in the end peace I’ll find

And they’ll keep on falling further behind

 

Press on, press on

We’re still a long way from home

 

This battle is won and now I see

Another mountain ahead lays before me

Ignore the pain and forget the fear

We still got a long way to go from here

And they’ll keep on falling further behind

 

Press on, press on

We’re still a long way from home 

 

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By Any Other Name

Once knew a man who traded his balls in

For a pair of brass knuckles and a woman who’d never love him

Sold out all his friends, sleighed them with an evil grin

Twisted that jagged knife on their backs ever deeper in

 

Lowdown, lousy, no good

That’s understood and it’s all the same

Dirty, rotten, cheating, lying s.o.b.

All one meaning just a different name

 

Just a little story, one white lie

Blew it all to hell and back again with no reason why

Heavy hangs the head that last night wore the crown

But why’d you have to go and bring the rest of us down?

 

Wore out your welcome in too many homes

Probably just die alone, dusts to bones

There you go again, bite off more than you can chew

A pile of shit by any other name

Would be you 

 

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St. Andrews Cross

There’s an old flag hanging on my living room wall

I had to take it down off the pole in the yard ‘cause someone said it just wasn’t right at all

They said it reminds us of a time that we’re trying to forget

But I ain’t ready to give up on those old times yet

And regardless of all we may have lost

I ain’t ready to give up on my St. Andrews Cross

 

Beneath its’ thirteen stars cannons thundered across the plains

But history has silenced them now

It waved proudly above the capital of South Carolina

It stood vigil as the rebel dead were laid into the ground

Racism and hate, all that stuff be damned

Because that old flag is a part of who I am

And regardless of all we may have lost

I ain’t ready to give up on my St. Andrews Cross

 

Now I’m proud to be from America and I hope you know that’s true

But I’m also damn proud to be a southern boy too

And to make that mean something again it’ll be my personal job

To be American by birth, and Southern by the grace of God

 

Do your best and I dare you to try

And you will find out oh so quickly, yeah

There’s ain’t no way in heaven or hell

You can ever take that rebel flag away from me

 

I wish I was in the land of cotton

Old times there are not forgotten

Look away, look away

Dixieland 

 

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Fruition

Instrumental

All music by: Holman Autry Band

 

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Dark Haired Woman

Dark haired woman with the blue green eyes

Black leather boots up to her thighs

She’s got a walk that’d make a grown man cry

But before this night is done I’m gonna make her mine

 

Dark haired woman

Dark haired woman

There’s just something about you that I want

And I know that I need

 

All my boys say she’s nothing but a tease

That’s all right ‘cause she’s never met me

Walked up behind her and said, “hey there pretty lady”

I bet there’s no part of you I can’t please

 

Dark haired woman

Dark haired woman

There’s just something about you that I want

And I know that I need

 

Ignoring me and I used all my best lines

Then out of the store she came with two bottles of wine

There was satin and leather and silk so fine

Then she cut her eyes at me and I was hypnotized

 

Dark haired woman

Dark haired woman

There’s just something about you that I want

And I know that I need 

 

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Wildest Dreams

Walk down this old hallway pictures lined with dust

Walls painted blue, but just a bit darker on a Sunday around dusk

Her old letters on the floor must’ve fell out of the last box

That I took out of the door but she won’t be back here anymore

And as I walk through this old house

I’ll breathe so deep and make the memories a lasting thing

And I’ll just smile and make a place in my mind

All those thoughts will go there

Where my wildest dreams dare

 

3 a.m. just east of Nashville stop for coffee and a warm refill

Then back to my motel, it’s become my own personal hell

T.V. is on, more bad news I turn it off and find my thoughts drifting to you

Kill the lights now what’ll I do?

And as I lay to sleep I’ll dream of a time when I knew you

And for one sweet moment I’ll see you standing there

And I’ll awake with a smile and a thought of peace

That I’ll bring back from there

Where my wildest dreams dare

 

It’s been oh so long and I have tried to be strong

But no matter what they say your memory won’t let go

And no matter how it all may crumble away

I’ll hold on to you until that final day

And as I lay to die

I remember my life with and without you

I’ll recall all the brighter days

Then I’ll spread my wings and fly away to where

All my wildest dreams dare

 

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Calling You Out

You won’t ever keep me down

You won’t bury me in the cold cursed ground

I’ll jump right up into your face

It’s time to put you back into your place

CHORUS:

Because I’m calling you out

And I’m taking you on

In a few more months to me you will be unknown

I’m calling you out

Gonna settle the score

 

Making sure you never show your face around here anymore

You made a big mistake stepping into my way

And today is your day

It’s time to pack your bags, you’re through

Never gonna see anymore of you

CHORUS

Oh what a sad waste you standing there

With tears streaming down you face

Now girl I know these trials are tough

Just tell me when you think you’ve had enough 

CHORUS

Bridge:

Girl it’s time to make up your mind

Love me or leave it all behind

It’s time to hear my voice

Tell me now what is your choice? 

 

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Summer Day

Seems that I’ll be staring down that road 

For the rest of my life 

I guess I was always watching you leave 

A day at a time 

And as the moon begins to rise 

I strain my eyes in the fading daylight 

Trying desperately to see your face 

Just one last time 

 

And I don’t know why it had to be this way

But she is gone like the sun at the end of a summer day 

 

Fields of green and gold and the sweet light 

Of stars being born above 

Offer me no comfort the way they did 

When I was with you my love 

The shadows grow ever longer 

Stretching from the trees to cast upon my very soul 

Gently crushing out the fire 

Leaving me afraid and cold

 

And I don’t know why it had to be this way

But she is gone like the sun at the end of a summer day 

 

Now I try to smile when I think of you

As a bird flying high and free 

But when the sickness took you 

Away from me 

I felt for sure that my life 

Was at an end 

I was not just losing my lover 

I was losing my best friend 

 

And I don’t know why it had to be this way

But she is gone like the sun at the end of a summer day 

 

Here beside this church I go down to one knee 

And a sweet voice enters my ears, and I find peace. 

 

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A Night Or Two

As the stars twinkle out I think about the day

Places I’ve got to go as I make my way

I try not to let my eyes cloud up with sentimental haze

But being in your arms set my soul ablaze

And just for those two nights

I let your sweet love in

But now my heart is closing up

And running away again

 

CHORUS

And I left you lying bare- skinned

In that hotel room in Macon

As I got into my car and headed

On to Carolina

Never knew that I could love someone

The way that I loved you

Even for a night or two

 

The sun comes through the windshield with its blinding light

Makes me think of the fire that burned between us last night

I know I’ve been a fool, and I’ve gotten off track

But once things are over you can never, ever look back

So I’ll just keep on driving

I have to carry on

But I know I’ll think of you before too long

CHORUS 

Repeat CHORUS 

 

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This One’s for You

I know there stands many a mile

Between you and me now

We have taken different directions

But I don’t worry about that anyhow

 

Because I know this feeling will still be the same

And I know that you will remember my name

And that you would stand with me and sing

 

Na na na

 

Nothing in this world lasts forever

But if something reaches deep into your soul

It becomes a part of you

To hold even when you grow old

 

And if I could reach that place

Would it always bring a smile to your face?

And would you stand with me and sing?

 

Na na na

 

Where ever life may take you

You can take these words and hold them true

My spirit will always be there

My heart and soul belongs to you

 

And the day that we finally meet again

Our song will never have an end

And I still believe

That you would stand with me and sing 

 

Holman Autry Band Publishing Co. ASCAP

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