Holman Autry Band

Keys In The Truck ©

We look good, in these suits and ties.
We're just a little bit hungover from last night. Nobody got hurt, just had a little fun. Hashed out a plan just in case you want to run.
So, if those feet start to freeze, you’re thinking she ain't the one. Don't think twice brother. I got your freedom run.

I got the keys in the truck,
Gas in the tank, just say the word brother, give me the wink. I'll have you out of this place, and on the way to the Gulf of Mexico. Or we can go out west, I'll take you anywhere you want to go.

Now she looks good, with that dress and ring. If you still want her brother, I won't say a thing. What kinda friend, would I be to you. If I didn't offer what I happily refused.
No, you ain't slipped on no ring, you ain't said no "I do's", this is your last chance brother, what you gonna do?

Keys in the truck,
Gas in the tank, just say the word brother, give me the wink. And I'll have you out of this place, and on the way to the Gulf of Mexico. Or we can go out west, I'll take you anywhere you want to go. Or we can go out west, I'll take you anywhere you want to go.

Louisiana Lucy ©

Burning in my chest, trying to catch my breath After double shot number three. Walking with Beam, or rather strutting it seems, Headed out on Bourbon Street

When what to my reddened eyes do you suppose? Something sweet and sinful cut across my nose. Dangerous looking legs in ripped black hose, Heavenly face with a hell of a smile.

Now I’m no kind of sweet talker, Fire water might be to blame. First a whisper to me and then a room key, Before I ever even knew her name.

And it was Louisiana Lucy, a creole bayou queen. The daughter of a devil and a voodoo priestess, Sticking her pins in me.

Now when New Orleans had got the best of me, ….she took the rest right to the edge. Zombified and hypnotized to say the least I was her helpless slave.

The morning come and with an undead groan I rose up to an empty room. To find she’d made off with my heart in the night, took my whiskey and my money too.

She’s got my blood boiling, got me cold sweat slick. There’s only one cure when you’re this kind of sick I cannot stop now, I’m like a ghoul on the prowl Got the itch and I need my fix.

From Louisiana Lucy, a creole bayou queen. The daughter of a devil and a voodoo priestess Driving her pins in me I ain’t looking for mercy, that’s the last thing I want

But if I don’t get a taste of her soon, the French quarter I’ll forever haunt.

Looking for Louisiana Lucy, a creole bayou queen. The daughter of a devil and a voodoo priestess, sticking her pins in me, now she's sticking her pins in me Lord she’s driving her pins in me.

Pennies and Patience ©

I never mind the working, I just hate the waiting,
For payday and Friday, or maybe just another way.
And I don’t mind the sleepless nights, cuz I waste away daylight.
And I’m all out of money and my troubles are catching up fast.
Pennies and patience yeah I don’t think they’re gonna last.

I don’t mind the lows as long as there’s the highs, yeah I don’t mind the lonely
Cuz the music gets me by. And I could never make head or tails, and all I’ve caught is hell.
And I’m all out of money and my troubles are catching up fast.
Pennies and patience yeah I don’t think they’re gonna last.

Short and sweet is the time that I killed, duck and run trying to skip on the bill.
Life is pushing on to me, sign right here we’ll set you free.
Cover my eyes as the lightning flashes, cover my ears as thunder crashes.
Cover my mouth, hope for the best, knowing damn well I’ll get the rest.
And I am all out of money and those black clouds are all that I can see.
Can’t outrun the wind, with a hurricane coming down on me.

Things I'd Miss ©

I got a lotta buddy's out there in this music biz, getting down hearted cause they ain't made it big.
When Nashville keeps on changing the scene, makes harder on a brother chasing the dream. You just keep on truckin and playin the gigs, cause I think about all the things I'd miss.

Those bright lights I've known so long.
I'd miss the sound of the crowd singing along.
I'd miss those late nights, watching the sun come up.
I can't quit now; I'd miss it too much!

No to me it ain't an option, I'll play till I'm dead. It's more than audio addiction, brother lift up your head.
Ain't no way I believe you really want to quit; I know about all the things you'd miss. It ain't women, money, booze or pills. It's the playing and the singing that give you the thrill.

And those bright lights I've known so long.
I'd miss the sound of the crowd singing along.
I'd miss those late nights watching the sun come up.
I can't quit now; I'd miss it too much!

To all the people we've met, through the years, I say thanks for the memories, the miles and the beers.
You'll probably never see us win a CMA.
We've made a lot of friends, family, so that's okay.
You’re worth more to us than trophies on a shelf. With all the fans, friends and family, we're rich as hell.

I’d miss those bright lights I've known so long.
I'd miss the sound of the crowd singing along.
I'd miss those late nights watching the sun come up.
I can't quit now; I'd miss it too much!

Friday Night Rundown ©

Slow burn of whiskey, sweet tasty pain
Running like a wild dog through my veins
Loosen my jacket, loosen my tongue
Got some trash talking that needs to be done

I busted my ass all week for this
Ain’t looking for a slow dance romance
All I want is a kiss, oh yes

I’m a man, I’m a man that demands a little action
From Broad and Clayton Street
I’m a man, I’m a man that demands some satisfaction
What do you say, babe? You and me

High class trash and trailer park beauty queens
The kind that just want to play
Don’t want a money loving girl in her daddy’s Mercedes
Give me a woman in an old Chevrolet

I like it when they wear their shirts cut low
I like it when they whisper my name soft and sweet and slow

I’m a man, I’m a man that demands a little action
From Broad and Clayton Street
I’m a man, I’m a man that demands some satisfaction
What do you say, babe? You and me

I’m a man, I’m a man that demands a little action
From Broad and Clayton Street
I’m a man, I’m a man that demands some satisfaction
Well, what do you say, babe?

Your Own Disaster ©

Now we’ve all got our little hang ups, we have got our little deals
We have got our eccentricities and a mailbox full of bills
Save a single nickel today, and spend twenty dollars all the rest

That’s the nature of the beast, that you’re trying to kill faster
Spinning around in place, watch ‘em make their own disaster

Now we’ve all got our own opinions, spread ‘em out just like a plague
The gossamer glamor helps to even up the taste
Well you must excuse my doubt, if I can’t seem to get my head that far
Up my own assumption that you know what you’re talking about

When all you hear is static from a self-reported master
Stand back and give ‘em room, watch ‘em make their own disaster

This must be mass confusion, communicable delusion
Who is in charge of this puppet show?
Every single line is ad-libbed, might as well be a Mad Lib
And I want my money back
Pay up sucker

All I hear is blah, blah, blah from these self-reported masters
Stand back and give ‘em all the room you can and they’ll make their own disaster

Home To You ©

On my way, home to you.
We had a show tonight but I won't feel right
Till I'm cuddled up next to you
It's a long ride back, but one I gotta do. To hold you tight,
I'd drive all night to your good lovin I can't refuse

I need you to know, I need you to know.
You make everything feel alright.
Like walking out the dark, into the light.
Your a fresh cup of coffee watching morning sun
Safe haven for a criminal on the run.
And nothing gonna stop the ride I'm on, I'm a freight train of love coming home

Now I'm On my way, to another show.
You know I love to play, but I gotta say, it's bitter sweet baby leavin you.
The stage and lights, they call my name,
And like a siren song your love calls me home,
You're the reason for the songs I sing.

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 you’re 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.

The only one she’ll ever really love.

Only one she’ll ever really love.

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.

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.

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 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,
That I don’t need the music anymore.

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.

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 I’d 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

Do you hear me calling out your name
For that one woman I’d 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

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 I’m 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

And I still like the feeling of a honky tonk girl
Blond hair and blue eyes let her rock my world
And 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
Because 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, yeah

And I’m still flying my St. Andrew’s Cross, I still ain’t got no style
We’re still rock and rolling, we’ll be doing that for a while
Still a good ol’ country boy, who still ain’t got no class
And if you ain’t down with that you can kiss our ass

Because 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, yeah. That’s right. Oh, can you feel it baby?

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

Because I’m calling you out
And I’m taking you on
In a few more months to me you will be unknown
Because I’m calling you out
I’m gonna settle the score
Making sure you never show your face around here anymore.
Get back...

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

Oh, what a sad waste you standing there
With tears streaming down your face
Now girl I know these trials are tough
Just tell me when you think you’ve had enough

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?

Oh, well I’m calling you out
And I’m taking you on
In a few more months to me you will be unknown
Because I’m calling you out
I’m gonna settle the score
Making sure you never show your face around here anymore.

Never show your face, around here anymore

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

Whiskey Wagon ©

Drinking on a bottle of whiskey, it’s just about half gone
Why don’t you understand baby I ain’t doing 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
Hell, I can’t believe I made it this far
Now honey don’t you pay attention to my drunken ambition
Take my hand and understand with all these flaws I’m still your man.
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.
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

On this lonely ride
Come on whiskey wagon take me for a... ride
Come on whiskey wagon take me for a... ride
Come on whiskey wagon take me down the line

Where’s that bottle of whiskey?

By Any Other Name ©

I 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, slighted them with an evil grin
Twisted that jagged knife on their backs ever deeper in

Well lowdown, lousy, no good
That much is understood and it’s all the same, I say all the same
Dirty, rotten, cheating, lying s o b.
All one meaning just a different name, I say a different name

Well, just a little story, one white lie
Blew it all to hell and back again with no reason why
Well, heavy hangs the head that last night wore the crown
But why’d you have to go and bring the rest of us down?

Well lowdown, lousy, no good
That much is understood and it’s all the same, I say all the same
Dirty, rotten, cheating, lying s o b.
All one meaning just a different name, I say a different name

Well, you wore out your welcome in too many homes
Probably just die alone, dusts to bones
Well, there you go again, bite off more than you can chew
A pile of shit by any other name
Would be you

Well lowdown, lousy, no good
That much is understood and it’s all the same, I say all the same
Dirty, rotten, cheating, lying s o b.
All one meaning just a different name, I say a different name

Dirty, rotten, cheating, lying s o b.
All one meaning just a different name, I say a different name

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

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

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, it’s time to lock and load
And to think of all I’ve been giving
To these long nights, hot beers, and cold, cold women

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, this gig is getting old
And to think of all I’ve been giving
To these long nights, hot beers, and…ah, hell with it boys,
Let’s just hit the strip club

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

Sweet southern wind won’t you carry me home?

Too far gone for far too long. Sweet southern wind won’t you carry me home?

Carry me home.

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

Sweet southern wind won’t you carry me home?

Too far gone for far too long. Sweet southern wind won’t you carry me home?

Carry me home.

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

Sweet southern wind won’t you carry me home?

Too far gone for far too long. Sweet southern wind won’t you carry me home?

Carry me home.

St. Andrew 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…

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 lose

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 lose

Last Rites ©

Bury me, in my favorite t-shirt, and my holiest pair of jeans,

and if the undertaker can, sew a smile on my face,

cover my eyes with my ray ban shades.

Cause I've heard that light will be so bright, and I sure want to see my way.

Strait up to the gate where heaven waits, where I'll shed my sin and be among the saints.

So don't you cry when I die, it's my bones you lay to rest.

Yeah, there ain't no grave that can hold the saved, I hope to see you all someday

On the day, they lay my body low.

You'll finally hear my songs on the radio.

And all the boys in the band will be hearing you sing along.

While I'm teaching them to the heavenly host.

You know there ain't nothing to me like sweet harmony,

it's got the power to soothe a soul.

So let’s do this thing lift your voices sing, let your soulshine yeah let it flow.

But don't you sing some slow sad song, celebrate me going home.

Let your last memory be a good one of me. I'm movin on to a heavenly home.

This is the last rites, of a soul who's seen the light,

so don't go thinkin I'm preaching to you. Just singing about where I stand,

so everybody clap your hands, and sing me a song, of hallelu.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, when it comes my time to go sing hallelu

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

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

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

Cotton Gin ©

Who really cares about a cotton gin

Tear it down, rip it up, it's just history parting

We’ll build a high rise, made of steal and tin. Who really cares about a cotton gin?

In The year of 1890, the southern states still poor. Ashes from Sherman's fire still fall upon the floors.

The people of Atlanta had faith in God and in the land. They knew cotton built the Bible Belt and it'd build it back again.

Good ol Mr Whitney, was a genius of his time.

He built the gin, to put an end to slavery of mankind.

Like so many before him, his good intentions got detoured. And that machine just made the man say more, more, more.

Years they rolled on by, still that building stood strong,

became a place for young troubadours to sing their songs

That City council was preaching progress, and praying to an all-mighty dime.

How could they tear down so much history just to build some high rise?

"Who really cares about a cotton gin”

Tear it down, rip it up, it's just history parting

Replace it with a high rise, made of steal and tin. Who really cares about a cotton gin?

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

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

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

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

The Fall ©

I think what first drew me was the faraway look in your eyes

The gentle smile that came with your nervous touch was no surprise

And I fell hard, and I fell fast, but the ground comes quickly

It was never meant to last

Now I’m looking back up at the throne that I built for you

Asking what the hell can I do?

You’ve got me spinning, you’ve got me reeling

You’ve got me down on my knees

You’ve got me waiting, you’ve got me praying

Hoping and begging you please

I don’t know if it’s love all I know is I can’t get enough

All it took was a taste and I was completely consumed

By the warmth of your body and the smell of your perfume

Dazed and daunted, aching and longing for just one more, just one more time

To be close to you, to feel your skin, just how far can I bend?

Until I have to break, now give me all that I can take

You’ve got me spinning, you’ve got me reeling

You’ve got me down on my knees

You’ve got me waiting, you’ve got me praying

Hoping and begging you please

I don’t know if it’s love all I know is I can’t get enough

I can understand if you feel like I’m getting carried away

But the fact still remains that without you woman I would go insane

Cuz, you’ve got me spinning, you’ve got me reeling

You’ve got me down on my knees

You’ve got me waiting, you’ve got me praying

Hoping and begging you please

I don’t know if it’s love

I don’t know if it’s love all I know is I can’t get enough

I think what first drew me was the faraway look in your eyes

Roots ©

Give me that old time religion, and that classic country gold.

take me back where my roots run, sing me some southern rock 'n roll.

Grandma gave me religion with those good old gospel songs.

every Sunday morning we go to church and sing-along.

Learn about a lake of fire and streets of gold and which one to call home,

always said our time together in this world won't be long

Give me that old time religion, and that classic country gold.

take me back where my roots run, sing me some southern rock 'n roll.

Daddy gave me a guitar when I was 17 just a flat top Yamaha but it sure did sing.

Showed me some chords, my fingers got sore,

but soon I was playing along. to those haggard songs,

like sing me home, on classic country gold

Give me that old time religion, and that classic country gold.

take me back where my roots run, sing me some southern rock 'n roll.

It may seem to some the songs I sing, are religious undertoned,

While the places that I like to play are bars and honky tonks.

there's only one place where these two roads cross and that crossroads I call home.

Southern rock sung with soul, it's in my blood and in my bones.

That Southern rock is in my blood, my bones and my soul

Give me that old time religion, and that classic country gold.

take me back where my roots run, sing me some southern rock 'n roll.

Sunset On The Water ©

The winter clouds have come and gone now, the flowers have bloomed

Temperature is on the rise now, yeah, it’s the middle of June

Don’t go looking for me in the conditioned air

Don’t try to find me at work, cuz today I won’t be there

Sunset on the water, Lake Hartwell in Georgia

Catfish on a trot line, making love at midnight

There’s so many reasons why I love this season

And one is rubbing the sunscreen into her skin

The other is the sweet smoke that I’m breathing in

Down on the water

Humid foggy early morning, I’m steady casting a line

Won’t you pass another cold one my way sir if you would be so kind?

And come the afternoon everyone is feeling right

Sunburned and happy, waiting on the cool of the night

Sunset on the water, Lake Hartwell in Georgia

Catfish on a trot line, making love at midnight

There’s so many reasons why I love this season

And one is rubbing the sunscreen into her skin

The other is the sweet smoke that I’m breathing in

Down on the water

I don’t care about tomorrow, it don’t exist

I don’t care about yesterday, it won’t be missed

And with the stars reflecting from a big black sky

If Mr. Trouble comes a knocking, he’ll just have to pass us by

Sunset on the water, Lake Hartwell in Georgia

Catfish on a trot line, making love at midnight

There’s so many reasons why I love this season

And one is rubbing the sunscreen into her tanned skin

The other is the sweet smoke that I’m breathing in

Down on the water

Small Price ©

Fifteen hundred dollars on a diamond ring,

was a down payment on a short-lived dream.

You could've bought a old John boat or a custom guitar.

That wedding dress was silk and sequined seemed, one of the nicest I'd ever seen.

1000 dollars, for 90 feet and 15 minutes of fame.

That's a Small price to pay, well that’s a small price to pay,

well, that’s a small price to pay, for a life time of freedom my friend.

Now you spent 3000 dollars on a honeymoon,

jet setting down to Cancun, you drank enough tequila and rum

to fool yourself and everyone. But now you’re 3 years in, she said you still ain't changed.

1000 days you could have saved of pain. you could‘ve left her a one-night stand,

and never fanned the flame.

Well, that’s a small price to pay, well that’s a small price to pay,

well, that’s a small price to pay, for a life time of freedom my friend.

But now you’re done with all the crying, your name is on the line

and freedom’s $500 dollars away

And you’re asking all your friends

What they couldn’t tell you then

Love wouldn't let you listen anyway….

Well, that’s a small price to pay, well that’s a small price to pay,

well, that’s a small price to pay, for a life time of freedom my friend.

Square ©

It came as no surprise when I got home today to find

My brown leather suitcase sitting out by the gate

Little note hanging on the side said let’s save the bittersweet goodbyes

Here is all your junk, and the rest of it is mine

Look up at that two-story town home

Filled to the brim with her gotta-haves and wants

I just smile as I look to see

What’d she leave in here for me? Well, let’s see…

I’ve got six cold beers in a brown paper sack, broke down boots and my worn-out hat

I’ve got an old Georgia map, and a little green

I’ve got the greatest hits of David Allan Coe, Alabama, and Confederate Railroad

I’ve got the early morning air. As far as I’m concerned, baby, we are square

I grab up that satchel and I turn to go

I thought about walking up, but there’s nothing in there for me anymore

I’ll hang on to my pride, she can keep her brand name stuff

And I’ll leave behind another time when our love was enough

And I’ll leave my heart, but that’s okay

The damn thing was broken anyway

Doesn’t matter much to me, I’ve got

Everything a ramblin’ man needs

I’ve got six cold beers in a brown paper sack, broke down boots and my worn-out hat

I’ve got an old Georgia map, and a little green

I’ve got Lynyrd Skynyrd and Jerry Reid, Allman Brothers and Earle Thomas Conley

I’ve got the early morning air. As far as I’m concerned baby, we are square

Let her keep the TV, the sofa and the memories

All that would just weigh me down

I’ve got my entertainment, my comfort and my payment

For everything that I’ve been through

I’ve got six cold beers in a brown paper sack, broke down boots and my worn-out hat

I’ve got an old Georgia map, and a little green, you know what I mean

I’ve got Merle and Johnny, Waylon, Willie, right next to Metallica and Ozzy

I’ve got the early morning air

As far as I’m concerned baby, don’t go wasting a second thought on me

Cuz as far as I’m concerned baby, we are square.

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

Rich man from the city hell he must have been half past 50

Made his money changing the Shape of the skyline

Young girl in her 20s waiting tables to feed her baby

While her boyfriends at home sleeping off his third job

Well by chance these two meet, when he stopped in to eat

And she caught his eye, while scraping tips of nickels and dimes

Well, the First thing he sees, there ain't no ring,

On her hand when she served him his drink.

A quick conversation, he winked and she smiled

He left a tip that could pay her rent

Something old, something new

A love borrowed will leave you blue

If love is a game, you can win brother, you can lose.

Now that boyfriend turned in his two weeks, at a third job he didn't need.

He's been saving 17 months for a little diamond and little ring.

Yes, he knew that she liked surprises, was getting tired of waiting she couldn't hide it

She's working double shifts now, or at least that's what he thinks.

See for 6 weeks, she'd been lying, she clocks out, slip on a dress and go ride in

that rich man’s fancy limousine.

Well, he’d would wine her and dine her, buy her anything,

she really thought she was livin a dream. By the end of the shift,

she'd start to think about the boy she'd loved since she was a teen.

Something old, something new

A love borrowed will leave you blue

If love is a game, you can win brother, you can lose.

Well, everybody knows, how that story goes, no money can't buy you love

You can buy her everything that her heart desires, but brother that won't be enough.

Now that young man, waits with flowers,

On his could-be bride for hours.

A little gold in his pocket and worry on his mind.

Then he sees that limo pulled up, the door opened and out stepped his love,

in a black dress he was sure he'd never seen.

Then the stranger, stepped out behind her, before he knowed it, he caught a double Shiner,

and as his lights went out, he could hear that young man say

He said I don't care where you been, or who that sonofabitch is, cause with this ring baby I will thee wed.

As the old man came to, he already knew, he’d better leave before he winds up dead.

Something old, something new

A love borrowed will leave you blue

If love is a game, you can win brother, you can lose.

Dam Fishing ©

I’ve got a good friend sometimes I call him Jabber Jim

Cuz, he loves spinning a fishing tale

He’s caught a hundred so he claims, master of the gilled game

A Zebco sporting, angling man

But now he doesn’t boast, he turns whiter than a ghost

As he recounts one that got away

Swears that it was this big; swam up, spit out his rig

Took off and gave him the middle fin

That was two weeks ago, down by the levee

And he ain’t been the same since that day

All his usual sweet spots have all gone cold

Cuz he can’t seem to get away

From dam fishing, casting along the rocks

Dam fishing, trawling up and down the blocks

I’ve never seen him acting quite like this

No telling how many days of work he has missed

Dam fishing

Morning, noon, and night he’s just waiting on that bite

So, he can reel up the proof for all to see

His wife I think is quite fed up, pretty sure she’s had enough

Indulging his fishy fantasy

Hadn’t heard from him in days, so I motored around the way

Just to make sure that he was still alive

Something tells me the he won’t be

If he don’t wake up and see that she’s at the end of her line

She was standing on her dock as I pulled up and called out

“Hey, I’m looking for Jim, Ms. Pat.”

She shook her head and with anger she said

‘Where do you think that sorry sack is at?”

“He’s dam fishing, casting along the rocks

Dam fishing, trawling up and down the blocks

He oughta be home working this honey-do list

But instead, he’s over yonder, flicking his wrist & dam fishing”

I think he’s getting stressed, maybe he’s gone depressed

Hell, I think he just might be obsessed

With dam fishing, out there every day

Dam fishing, he’s getting carried away

I’ve tried to talk some sense but it’s done no good

That bass fish had gone and turned him into a fool

For dam fishing

I took a ride one day

With my old friend Mr. Lonely

And his gal 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

When I reached the town of put her behind me

I took a right turn on Memory Lane

And end 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

The hardest road to travel is the one through goodbye

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

Well, the work days done and here I sit, going down my honey-do list

Looking at the jungle that used to be my front yard

Well, it’s been two weeks and it’s looking rough, I think I put it off long enough

I gas up the snapper and then I get a call

Says “hey my friend it’s hot today and my cooler’s full of beer

About to get the grill fired up tell me when can you be here?”

Well, the grass can wait, one more day

Yeah, the grass can wait, it ain’t all that bad anyway

I think I’ll put the keys back on the shelf

Cuz my friends don’t cook alone, and that Bud won’t drink itself

Yeah, when a good time falls right onto your plate

The grass can wait

Well, it’s hard waking up after so much fun, look out the window and it still ain’t done

I said “just one more” just one too many times

With a little buzz still rolling through my head, I back the mower out of the shed

But then I hear that truck coming up the drive

And my buddy hopes out, got his boat hitched up and the fishing poles inside

He looks at me with a big old smile and says “wanna take a ride?”

Well, the grass can wait, I’ll be back around 5

Yeah, the grass can wait, hell it’s only knee high

I think I’ll put the keys back on the shelf

Cuz the small mouth and the striper ain’t gonna catch themselves

And I’ll bet it’s nice and cool down on the lake

Yes, the grass can wait

Call me lazy, say I’ve got things out of line, ell living life is such a better waste of my time

Cuz the summer days are always gone so soon, and there never seems to be enough Sunday afternoon

Well, the grass can wait, honey I know it can’t get worse

Yeah, the grass can wait, but there’s no need to yell and curse

Just a few more hours and then we can walk through our backyard without getting lost again

And I’ll get to it when Jr wins this race

Cuz the grass can wait.

Press On ©

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

Uphill 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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