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LYRICS
fiction pickin'
© (p) 2009 all rights reserved
Written and Published by Adam Brooks Dudding – Whirled Werks Music (ASCAP),
JR Hammond – Studio 238 (SESAC), Leith Loftin – Leithal Songs (SESAC),
Charlie Pate – Vistaville Music (ASCAP), Michael Scott – Flyback Music,
Julie Starr – Whirled Werks Music (ASCAP)
COLORS OF HOME
Dudding, Pate
Patches of wildflowers
Paint this old highway
With yellows, reds and blues
traveling along
Singing lonesome songs
Got me thinking about coming home to you
Fill my eyes with colors of home
Pour out every hue
Drown my senses with memories sublime
and lovely shades of you
Pick up a paper
To help pass the time
Sippin on black coffee too
Grey asphalt passes
like these dark hours
I keep spending too far from you
Not soon enough
Pull in the driveway
The light from your window shines gold
I open the door
And give you wildflowers
I picked from the side of the road
HERE WE GO AGAIN
Dudding, Loftin
You had me on a high
I didn’t want to come down
You said you didn’t mind
Me always hanging around
We were moving too fast
Should have taken it slow
Now here we are, baby
Ready to let it all go
Here we go again
Guilty of the same old things we’ve always been
Taking for granted all of the time we spend
Here we go again
Never been the one to fight
Don’t even like the sound
Now we argue every night
Have we lost what we found
It’s like we’re playing a game
Neither one can win
Who takes the blame, baby
Lately, for how it’s been
All of these moments, seem to slip away
Watching all of these hours turn into days
GENTLEMAN JACK
Dudding, Hammond, Loftin
Ain’t nothin’ gentle bout the Gentleman Jack
I try to quit drinkin, he keeps dragging me back
Hooked like a fish, he won’t cut me no slack
Ain’t nothin’ gentle bout Gentleman Jack
When I go out at night to ease all my frustrations
I try hard not to run into Jack, my old friend
Last time we got into a little confrontation
Round after round we kept fighting till the bitter end
Ain’t nothin’ gentle bout the Gentleman Jack
I try to quit drinkin, he keeps dragging me back
Hooked like a fish, he won’t cut me no slack
Ain’t nothin’ gentle bout Gentleman Jack
They say Old Jack’s real good, he’ll help you smooth talk all the ladies
He’ll try to tell you what to say but watch out for him
Too much of Jack’s advice will leave you crazy
Then you’ll be stumblin’ out the door more lonely than you’ve ever been
Ain’t nothin’ gentle bout the Gentleman Jack
I try to quit drinkin, he keeps yanking me back
Hooked like a fish, he won’t cut me no slack
Ain’t nothin’ gentle bout Gentleman Jack
Ain’t nothin’ gentle bout the Gentleman Jack
I try to quit drinkin, he keeps dragging me back
Hooked like a fish, he won’t cut me no slack
Ain’t nothin’ gentle bout Gentleman Jack
NOT ENOUGH DOLLARS (For These Blue Collars)
Dudding, Loftin, Scott
What a man is worth goes down the drain every day
Gas goes up while his pay stays the same
Puts his sweat and hurt in everything he does
Just a hard working man trying to rise above
Ain’t no thanks for working too much overtime
After the bills he still won’t have a dime
But his roots run deep in the heart of the hollow
He was born and raised to wear a blue collar
Still proud to say he’s from this country
When them high class folk keep hogging all the money
If they lived a day in his shoes
It sure would change their attitude
They won’t listen, they don’t even bother
There’s just not enough dollars for these Blue Collars
More and more jobs being sent overseas
They want their bottom line, but he can’t work for free
They’ll take his job, just like they did his father’s
It happens every day to these Blue Collars
COUNTRY PARTY ROCK & ROLL
Dudding
You can’t find us, you know where we’re at
We’re headed down to Kenny’s party shack
Gonna fry up some fish, gonna tap the keg
Gonna kick back easy underneath some shade
Ain’t no telling how late it’s gonna go
This country party’s gonna Rock & Roll
Take you a drink, and pass around the shine
Pull out the guitars, turn down the lights
Gonna do a little pickin, stomp my boots
After working so hard it’s time to let loose
When the music starts playing we gonna lose control
This country party’s gonna Rock & Roll
Big dog’s barking howling at the moon
We’re at the campfire getting back to the roots
That old blues harp blowing Bo Diddley beats
When the music starts flowing you can’t stop me
Ain’t no telling how late we’re gonna go
This country party’s gonna Rock & Roll
When the music starts flowing we gonna lose control
This country party’s gonna Rock & Roll
WHAT BROUGHT US TOGETHER (HAS TORN US APART)
Dudding, Pate
The candles we lit set the whole house ablaze
The wine that we drank put us both in a haze
The messes we made stained this work of art
What brought us together has torn us apart
What brought us together has torn us apart
Should have seen it coming* right from the start
Could have made things easy but we chose to make em hard
What brought us together has torn us apart
Can’t bear to leave, can’t stand to stay
The path we keep walking takes us further away
The promises we made are now breaking my heart
What brought us together has torn us apart
What brought us together has torn us apart
Should have seen it coming* right from the start
We aimed our love at each other but now it’s off the mark
What brought us together has torn us apart
The songs that we sing sound out of tune
And There’s no gossip coming from the walls in our room
You used to laugh at my stupid remarks
What brought us together has torn us apart
What brought us together has torn us apart
Should have seen it coming* right from the start
Like two leaders of the world making diplomacy a lark
What brought us together has torn us apart
Tag:
Could have made things easy but we chose to make em hard
HELL SINCE HELLO
Dudding, Starr
You pulled me close and then you pushed away
You told me to leave then asked why I didn’t stay
You started fussin’, fighting, exchanging blows
Asking questions with answers you know I don’t know
I keep reaching back for better days
But It’s been Hell since hello
So now I’m just letting go
You claim you tried to love me
But I don’t know
I wasn’t sure I would leave you
Now I’m leaving here alone
It’s a good time to say goodbye
Cause it’s been hell since hello
You told me I don’t hear a word you say
That I keep needing things to go my way
You called me selfish, mean and proud
Stubborn, crazy and too damn loud
This whole thing just seems like a huge mistake
It’s been Hell since hello
So now I’m just letting you go
You claim you tried to love me
But I don’t know
I never thought I would leave you
Now I’m leaving here alone
It’s a good time to say goodbye
Cause it’s been hell since hello
TWENTY YEARS IN RENO LAST NIGHT
Dudding, Scott
I spent All my years working hard every day
Adding green dollars to my 401 K
went to Church every week, was true to my wife
Then I spent 20 years in Reno Last night
My Heart was racing faster than that Old Cadillac
With a Broken rear-view no more looking back
I Passed those mountains on 395
Then I spent 20 years in Reno Last night
I shook the Hand of the devil as he opened the door
He Gave me all he had I still wanted more
I went to Bed in the morning with a hot sunrise
Waking up to find
I spent 20 years in Reno Last night
The First thing I remember I was playing Blackjack
laid it All on the line as I lined up my stacks
Staring at my greed in the dealer’s eyes
I spent 20 years in Reno Last night
My wife tried to call, didn’t answer the phone
I Listened to her message saying “don’t come home!”
I kept Ordering rounds of crown on ice
spending 20 years in Reno Last night
The Room started spinning and I hit the floor
Guards tried to help me find my way to the door
BeFore they threw me out I started three fights
I spent 20 years in Reno Last night
I shook the hand of the devil as he opened the door
He gave me all he had but I still wanted more
I’m surprised I made it out or that I’m even alive
Waking up to find
I spent 20 years in Reno Last night
Now everything I worked for is History
Left with only nothing but these memories
I Knew the risk and still paid the price
I spent 20 years in Reno Last Night
I shook the hand of the devil as he opened the door
He gave me all he had but I still wanted more
I thought it was a dream then I opened my eyes
Waking up to find
I spent 20 years in Reno Last night
YOU’RE STILL AROUND
Dudding, Hammond, Loftin
I put a few more pounds on this old frame again
My hairline’s running scared I wonder where it might end
My breath is getting shorter; my pains all come in order
The lines are growing long on this weathered old skin
It’s not easy to see what there used to be
When I look in the mirror it’s hard to believe
You’re still around…loving the man in me
You’re still around even though you don’t have to be
When there’s no reason to be found, You’re still around
We hardly get the chance to talk these days, or go out to eat
We’re in bed before eleven still don’t get enough sleep
Days just keeps on slipping, thoughts just wind up missing
Every time we turn around we’ve lost one more week
It’s getting harder to see what there used to be
When I look at us now I can’t believe
You’re still around…loving the man in me
You’re still around even though you don’t have to be
When not one reason can be found, You’re still around
I know I’m stubborn as a mountain, sometimes shallow as a creek
When pointing out my imperfections somehow I still don’t see
And when things start to crumble it’s you that keeps me sound
When leavin’ might seem easy…You’re still around
You’re still around…loving the man in me
You’re still around even though you don’t have to be
When there’s no reason to be found, You’re still around
After all those times I let you down
When not one reason can be found, You’re still around
fiction pickin'
© (p) 2009 all rights reserved
Written and Published by Adam Brooks Dudding – Whirled Werks Music (ASCAP),
JR Hammond – Studio 238 (SESAC), Leith Loftin – Leithal Songs (SESAC),
Charlie Pate – Vistaville Music (ASCAP), Michael Scott – Flyback Music,
Julie Starr – Whirled Werks Music (ASCAP)
COLORS OF HOME
Dudding, Pate
Patches of wildflowers
Paint this old highway
With yellows, reds and blues
traveling along
Singing lonesome songs
Got me thinking about coming home to you
Fill my eyes with colors of home
Pour out every hue
Drown my senses with memories sublime
and lovely shades of you
Pick up a paper
To help pass the time
Sippin on black coffee too
Grey asphalt passes
like these dark hours
I keep spending too far from you
Not soon enough
Pull in the driveway
The light from your window shines gold
I open the door
And give you wildflowers
I picked from the side of the road
HERE WE GO AGAIN
Dudding, Loftin
You had me on a high
I didn’t want to come down
You said you didn’t mind
Me always hanging around
We were moving too fast
Should have taken it slow
Now here we are, baby
Ready to let it all go
Here we go again
Guilty of the same old things we’ve always been
Taking for granted all of the time we spend
Here we go again
Never been the one to fight
Don’t even like the sound
Now we argue every night
Have we lost what we found
It’s like we’re playing a game
Neither one can win
Who takes the blame, baby
Lately, for how it’s been
All of these moments, seem to slip away
Watching all of these hours turn into days
GENTLEMAN JACK
Dudding, Hammond, Loftin
Ain’t nothin’ gentle bout the Gentleman Jack
I try to quit drinkin, he keeps dragging me back
Hooked like a fish, he won’t cut me no slack
Ain’t nothin’ gentle bout Gentleman Jack
When I go out at night to ease all my frustrations
I try hard not to run into Jack, my old friend
Last time we got into a little confrontation
Round after round we kept fighting till the bitter end
Ain’t nothin’ gentle bout the Gentleman Jack
I try to quit drinkin, he keeps dragging me back
Hooked like a fish, he won’t cut me no slack
Ain’t nothin’ gentle bout Gentleman Jack
They say Old Jack’s real good, he’ll help you smooth talk all the ladies
He’ll try to tell you what to say but watch out for him
Too much of Jack’s advice will leave you crazy
Then you’ll be stumblin’ out the door more lonely than you’ve ever been
Ain’t nothin’ gentle bout the Gentleman Jack
I try to quit drinkin, he keeps yanking me back
Hooked like a fish, he won’t cut me no slack
Ain’t nothin’ gentle bout Gentleman Jack
Ain’t nothin’ gentle bout the Gentleman Jack
I try to quit drinkin, he keeps dragging me back
Hooked like a fish, he won’t cut me no slack
Ain’t nothin’ gentle bout Gentleman Jack
NOT ENOUGH DOLLARS (For These Blue Collars)
Dudding, Loftin, Scott
What a man is worth goes down the drain every day
Gas goes up while his pay stays the same
Puts his sweat and hurt in everything he does
Just a hard working man trying to rise above
Ain’t no thanks for working too much overtime
After the bills he still won’t have a dime
But his roots run deep in the heart of the hollow
He was born and raised to wear a blue collar
Still proud to say he’s from this country
When them high class folk keep hogging all the money
If they lived a day in his shoes
It sure would change their attitude
They won’t listen, they don’t even bother
There’s just not enough dollars for these Blue Collars
More and more jobs being sent overseas
They want their bottom line, but he can’t work for free
They’ll take his job, just like they did his father’s
It happens every day to these Blue Collars
COUNTRY PARTY ROCK & ROLL
Dudding
You can’t find us, you know where we’re at
We’re headed down to Kenny’s party shack
Gonna fry up some fish, gonna tap the keg
Gonna kick back easy underneath some shade
Ain’t no telling how late it’s gonna go
This country party’s gonna Rock & Roll
Take you a drink, and pass around the shine
Pull out the guitars, turn down the lights
Gonna do a little pickin, stomp my boots
After working so hard it’s time to let loose
When the music starts playing we gonna lose control
This country party’s gonna Rock & Roll
Big dog’s barking howling at the moon
We’re at the campfire getting back to the roots
That old blues harp blowing Bo Diddley beats
When the music starts flowing you can’t stop me
Ain’t no telling how late we’re gonna go
This country party’s gonna Rock & Roll
When the music starts flowing we gonna lose control
This country party’s gonna Rock & Roll
WHAT BROUGHT US TOGETHER (HAS TORN US APART)
Dudding, Pate
The candles we lit set the whole house ablaze
The wine that we drank put us both in a haze
The messes we made stained this work of art
What brought us together has torn us apart
What brought us together has torn us apart
Should have seen it coming* right from the start
Could have made things easy but we chose to make em hard
What brought us together has torn us apart
Can’t bear to leave, can’t stand to stay
The path we keep walking takes us further away
The promises we made are now breaking my heart
What brought us together has torn us apart
What brought us together has torn us apart
Should have seen it coming* right from the start
We aimed our love at each other but now it’s off the mark
What brought us together has torn us apart
The songs that we sing sound out of tune
And There’s no gossip coming from the walls in our room
You used to laugh at my stupid remarks
What brought us together has torn us apart
What brought us together has torn us apart
Should have seen it coming* right from the start
Like two leaders of the world making diplomacy a lark
What brought us together has torn us apart
Tag:
Could have made things easy but we chose to make em hard
HELL SINCE HELLO
Dudding, Starr
You pulled me close and then you pushed away
You told me to leave then asked why I didn’t stay
You started fussin’, fighting, exchanging blows
Asking questions with answers you know I don’t know
I keep reaching back for better days
But It’s been Hell since hello
So now I’m just letting go
You claim you tried to love me
But I don’t know
I wasn’t sure I would leave you
Now I’m leaving here alone
It’s a good time to say goodbye
Cause it’s been hell since hello
You told me I don’t hear a word you say
That I keep needing things to go my way
You called me selfish, mean and proud
Stubborn, crazy and too damn loud
This whole thing just seems like a huge mistake
It’s been Hell since hello
So now I’m just letting you go
You claim you tried to love me
But I don’t know
I never thought I would leave you
Now I’m leaving here alone
It’s a good time to say goodbye
Cause it’s been hell since hello
TWENTY YEARS IN RENO LAST NIGHT
Dudding, Scott
I spent All my years working hard every day
Adding green dollars to my 401 K
went to Church every week, was true to my wife
Then I spent 20 years in Reno Last night
My Heart was racing faster than that Old Cadillac
With a Broken rear-view no more looking back
I Passed those mountains on 395
Then I spent 20 years in Reno Last night
I shook the Hand of the devil as he opened the door
He Gave me all he had I still wanted more
I went to Bed in the morning with a hot sunrise
Waking up to find
I spent 20 years in Reno Last night
The First thing I remember I was playing Blackjack
laid it All on the line as I lined up my stacks
Staring at my greed in the dealer’s eyes
I spent 20 years in Reno Last night
My wife tried to call, didn’t answer the phone
I Listened to her message saying “don’t come home!”
I kept Ordering rounds of crown on ice
spending 20 years in Reno Last night
The Room started spinning and I hit the floor
Guards tried to help me find my way to the door
BeFore they threw me out I started three fights
I spent 20 years in Reno Last night
I shook the hand of the devil as he opened the door
He gave me all he had but I still wanted more
I’m surprised I made it out or that I’m even alive
Waking up to find
I spent 20 years in Reno Last night
Now everything I worked for is History
Left with only nothing but these memories
I Knew the risk and still paid the price
I spent 20 years in Reno Last Night
I shook the hand of the devil as he opened the door
He gave me all he had but I still wanted more
I thought it was a dream then I opened my eyes
Waking up to find
I spent 20 years in Reno Last night
YOU’RE STILL AROUND
Dudding, Hammond, Loftin
I put a few more pounds on this old frame again
My hairline’s running scared I wonder where it might end
My breath is getting shorter; my pains all come in order
The lines are growing long on this weathered old skin
It’s not easy to see what there used to be
When I look in the mirror it’s hard to believe
You’re still around…loving the man in me
You’re still around even though you don’t have to be
When there’s no reason to be found, You’re still around
We hardly get the chance to talk these days, or go out to eat
We’re in bed before eleven still don’t get enough sleep
Days just keeps on slipping, thoughts just wind up missing
Every time we turn around we’ve lost one more week
It’s getting harder to see what there used to be
When I look at us now I can’t believe
You’re still around…loving the man in me
You’re still around even though you don’t have to be
When not one reason can be found, You’re still around
I know I’m stubborn as a mountain, sometimes shallow as a creek
When pointing out my imperfections somehow I still don’t see
And when things start to crumble it’s you that keeps me sound
When leavin’ might seem easy…You’re still around
You’re still around…loving the man in me
You’re still around even though you don’t have to be
When there’s no reason to be found, You’re still around
After all those times I let you down
When not one reason can be found, You’re still around
LYRICS
Songs from “Lost In Your Own Hometown”
Words and Music by Adam Brooks Dudding
Published by Whirled Werks Music (C)2007
All Rights Reserved
VALLEY
I’ve been lost in Pensacola County. I’ve been lost on two lanes late at night. I’ve been lost a few yards from my campsite. My friends might say I’ve been lost all my life. I’ve been lost in cold Kanawha Valley. I’ve been lost in words you’ve said to me. I’ve been lost in your warmth my darling, so I don’t want to loose this chance to get you lost in me. I once dreamed my first name was Johnny. I once dreamed I finally left this town. I once dreamed of pillows made of concrete where I had often time laid myself down. I once dreamed of warmth and sweet surrender. I once dreamed my walls feel down again. I once dreamed of honey covered caramel but none where as sweet as the dreams I had with you. I’ve been found looking for the answers. I’ve been found searching for the signs. I’ve been found laying on your doorstep just waiting for the morning to finally say goodnight
TURN LEFT OFF THE EXIT
Turn left of the exit. Watch yourself, protect it. Don’t let them see you coming. Take it slow. Traffic is stop and go. Another half-mile and we’ll be humming. Sometimes you have to weigh it. The situation sways. It’s hard to tell how much it’s all really worth. Don’t open up your bag yet. Pandora’s up in bed. You don’t know what that girl would do to this earth. Split it up divide it. Any way you like it. It’s all about your choice. Well it’s time to go, so move it slow. Don’t ever let nobody hear your voice. Get back on the turnpike. Turn back on your headlights. Thank god you got that cruise-control. Well come back up and see me, you know I’ll never leave. I got that rock and baby you got that roll. Whenever you come over just make sure that it’s a Saturday night. I’ll leave the front door open, make sure that you squeeze it tight. Pandora works a double you know we could get in trouble tonight. I never know where things are going, but I know they’re gonna be alright.
BLACKSWAMP STOMP (ONE MORE DANCE)
She was a pack-a-day straight-no-chaser and with her cowboy boots you couldn’t mistake the sounds she made when you turned the jukebox on. Well she picked me up and asked me for a dance and I was on that floor before I even had a chance to take a sip of my beer, turn around and look. When I did I shook. She was six-foot-ten two seventy-five, both arms tattooed it was a crazy sight. Built like a mountain but danced like a river. When she put her arms around me my whole body shivered. She tried to lead and I tried to follow but with my two left feet and my courage hollow she had to chase me down because I was running off back to my seat. One more dance. Give me that second chance. Baby, just one more dance with you. If you got the time I want to shine and show off my two-step, bottle of wine and a long-neck. So put on your dancing shoes. I don’t care too much about making up small talk, when every conversation’s a long walk, and I just want to dance with you. I have to say I felt a little uneasy. Everywhere I looked people trying to tease me. But it was kind of nice the way she held me in those big strong arms and then she spun me. She stomped her boots right a cross that floor. Stomping so hard it nearly shook off the doors. She kept the beat of the bass drum, twirled me like chewing gum. I had to fess up I was having fun. I had to sit down and rest for a while. I told her thanks and returned her smile. She looked upset and just stood and pointed at the dance floor. I tried to ignore it. Next thing you know she was with another fella, and I can’t believe it, I was feeling jealous. I finished my beer, filled up my flask and I tapped her on the shoulder with a question to ask. One more dance. Give me that second chance. Baby, just one more dance with you. If you got the time I want to shine and show off my two-step, bottle of wine and a long-neck. So put on your dancing’ shoes. I don’t care that some folks think it’s a sin, so they stop and stare and then they start to grin. And I just want to dance with you.
THIS SPACE BETWEEN US
Swerved off the road I was traveling. Tried to gain back control. Looking out, the world was spinning ‘round. It was bright, it was loud and it was cold. Coming up on collision. Something I had felt before. I closed my eyes and thought of all the loved ones that I had left behind in this world. And all this space between us. And all our foolish ways. We go on, just counting on the promise that the sun will bring us one more day. That was yesterday. Looking back on the damage. Sorting through the debris. Wishing now that I had been more careful. Turn the lights on, take it slower, wait and see. Open up your eyes because your star is out tonight. Hold on tightly and believe it’s meant to be. Saw the light in the distance. Tried to chase down the glow. Threw my hands up asking for redemption for the life that wore me out and lost control.
WHEN GREEN TURNS TO BROWN
You tried to tell me but I could not hear you above all those awful sounds. I looked straight a head. You looked far away. Far away from the love we found. Have you lost sight of the love we found so long ago? Did you try to hold on or did you just let it go? It’s hard to find it when green turns to brown. Have you lost sight of the love we found? Simple pleasures I took for granted in our new love paradise. It’s not easy to admit it. It’s even harder to deny with that far away look in your eye. I tried to fix it without all the pieces because you never come around here anymore. I keep searching for answers. You just keep asking questions. Have you lost sight of the love we found?
SEVEN NUMBER BLUES
You’ve been passing out on the couch most every night. I wonder why you sleep so much. I wonder why we fight. It’s got me thinking about that girl I must have met at least a month ago. Now I’m searching for the number of the girl my brother used to know. Well, I’ve been searching high, been searching low. Looking in between the pages of a book I read, in that magazine. In the glove box of my broke car, underneath the seat. You know I can’t find it anywhere. Now I can’t get to sleep
because I’m searching for the number of that girl my brother used to know. I look behind the refrigerator. I search around the stove. And I drive my car around look at paper on the road just cause I’m thinking about that girl I must have met at least a month ago. Now I’m searching for the number of the girl my brother used to know. I look behind the television. I walk right out that door. I couldn’t see a god damn thing the light burned out on my front porch. I’m in the basement now, look behind the wash’n machine. A bid old spider jumped right out I swear I almost screamed. But I’m searching for the number of the girl my brother used to know. I’m in bedroom now, while you’re still asleep. In that dresser drawer, that’s where I saw it last I think. In the pocket of these dirty jeans or rolled up in a sleeve, and if you were to wake up now I’d tell you it’s a dream cause I’m searching for the number of that girl my brother used to know. And I’m still searching for the number of that girl my brother used to know.
MR. HINTON
Mr. Hinton lost his love for life while his wife sat silent by the phone. Every way she’d try to start her day, Mrs. H. still felt the “big unknown”. So call her, call her what you will, but she’s still there by the telephone. And you know she’s wishing she could go. But she can’t leave when she loves him so…call her, call her what you will ‘cause she’s still there by the telephone.
MAMA’S BOY AT HEART
You’re just a mama’s boy at heart, but now it’s time to start to put your coat on all by yourself. In everything you’d do, you’re mama would see you through. She’d pick you up and put you on your feet. Now the people passing by don’t know that you’ve been crying, because it’s so damn easy to play the other part. The stage has now been set, you’re going to treat life with respect because you’ll always be a mama’s boy at heart. Everybody has gone through some pain. Everybody has walked through some rain. What a bout the baby? What about the boy? What about the child that’s lost what he keeps searching for? You’ve got to set your mind at ease. Wipe that dirt off of your knees. Walk it off. Take some time to catch your breath. That big old sun will shine again and you still got all of these friends that know you’re just a mama’s boy at heart.
ALL THE FINEST GIRLS
All the finest girls are from Ohio. I’ve traveled around this world and that’s why I know. Every place has got their picks but I’d still bet my life on it that All the finest girls are from Ohio. If you’re searching for a princess or a queen, just like those fairytales or from a dream. If you’re luck’s been running out, you’ll find them there without a doubt, from Rio Grande to good old Bowling Green. If you’re looking for a girlfriend or a wife or a pretty girl to hang out with tonight, whatever you’ve been looking for there’s one, two, three and four Ohio women bound to change you’re life. So if you’re passing through you might decide to stay because it happens there a thousand times a day. Everywhere you look around, wild women trying to settle down from Union City up to Timber Lake. If you’re looking for a sinner or a saint, A devil or an angel’s sweet embrace. You won’t have to go too far. Try any church or any bar. Both will leave a smile on your face
WHAT YOU’VE GOT I NEED
If you were to leave, if you walked out on me, I don’t think I’d ever be able to make it without you. Darling won’t you take my hand. I want you to understand that I am only half the man I could be when I am without you. So I can guarantee that what you’ve got I need to live in peace. Promise that you’ll never leave. Always shine your light on me so I know I will never be living in this world without you.
THAT’S LIFE
I’ve been lost. I’ve been found. I’ve been turned upside down. I’ve been stood up, and I’ve sat down until I sunk beneath these sounds. Isn’t that the way they say it has to be. That’s Life. That’s me. I’ve been worn out but I’ve hung out with all these friends that keep me around. I’ve been love. I’ve been hate. I’ve been know to hesitate. I’ve been shut up. I’ve been turned down. I’ve been kicked and pushed around. And I pushed back until I fell down that same hole that I dug in the ground.
ASHOOTINGSTAR
They tried to run us out of town. We never even saw it coming. They told us not to make a sound. Some turned back others started humming. We live just like photographs always trapped in the states they keep us in. But they just want to fold us. Push us back, you know, but we won’t bend. We’re just hanging out. No need to be offended. So gather up your town. We’re busting down these fences. They told us not to come around. Disappear and all will be forgotten. We bought what they sold us year by year and we just kept on watching. Don’t ever take for granted seeds get planted but roots don’t have to grow. And a shooting star just faded long before we could see it’s glow. How much should we take to make us stronger? How long must we wait? Not much longer. They tried to run us out of town. We never even saw it coming. They told us not to make a sound; disappear and all will be forgotten. Don’t ever take for granted seeds get planted but roots can’t still grow. And a shooting star just faded long before we could see its glow.
Songs from “Lost In Your Own Hometown”
Words and Music by Adam Brooks Dudding
Published by Whirled Werks Music (C)2007
All Rights Reserved
VALLEY
I’ve been lost in Pensacola County. I’ve been lost on two lanes late at night. I’ve been lost a few yards from my campsite. My friends might say I’ve been lost all my life. I’ve been lost in cold Kanawha Valley. I’ve been lost in words you’ve said to me. I’ve been lost in your warmth my darling, so I don’t want to loose this chance to get you lost in me. I once dreamed my first name was Johnny. I once dreamed I finally left this town. I once dreamed of pillows made of concrete where I had often time laid myself down. I once dreamed of warmth and sweet surrender. I once dreamed my walls feel down again. I once dreamed of honey covered caramel but none where as sweet as the dreams I had with you. I’ve been found looking for the answers. I’ve been found searching for the signs. I’ve been found laying on your doorstep just waiting for the morning to finally say goodnight
TURN LEFT OFF THE EXIT
Turn left of the exit. Watch yourself, protect it. Don’t let them see you coming. Take it slow. Traffic is stop and go. Another half-mile and we’ll be humming. Sometimes you have to weigh it. The situation sways. It’s hard to tell how much it’s all really worth. Don’t open up your bag yet. Pandora’s up in bed. You don’t know what that girl would do to this earth. Split it up divide it. Any way you like it. It’s all about your choice. Well it’s time to go, so move it slow. Don’t ever let nobody hear your voice. Get back on the turnpike. Turn back on your headlights. Thank god you got that cruise-control. Well come back up and see me, you know I’ll never leave. I got that rock and baby you got that roll. Whenever you come over just make sure that it’s a Saturday night. I’ll leave the front door open, make sure that you squeeze it tight. Pandora works a double you know we could get in trouble tonight. I never know where things are going, but I know they’re gonna be alright.
BLACKSWAMP STOMP (ONE MORE DANCE)
She was a pack-a-day straight-no-chaser and with her cowboy boots you couldn’t mistake the sounds she made when you turned the jukebox on. Well she picked me up and asked me for a dance and I was on that floor before I even had a chance to take a sip of my beer, turn around and look. When I did I shook. She was six-foot-ten two seventy-five, both arms tattooed it was a crazy sight. Built like a mountain but danced like a river. When she put her arms around me my whole body shivered. She tried to lead and I tried to follow but with my two left feet and my courage hollow she had to chase me down because I was running off back to my seat. One more dance. Give me that second chance. Baby, just one more dance with you. If you got the time I want to shine and show off my two-step, bottle of wine and a long-neck. So put on your dancing shoes. I don’t care too much about making up small talk, when every conversation’s a long walk, and I just want to dance with you. I have to say I felt a little uneasy. Everywhere I looked people trying to tease me. But it was kind of nice the way she held me in those big strong arms and then she spun me. She stomped her boots right a cross that floor. Stomping so hard it nearly shook off the doors. She kept the beat of the bass drum, twirled me like chewing gum. I had to fess up I was having fun. I had to sit down and rest for a while. I told her thanks and returned her smile. She looked upset and just stood and pointed at the dance floor. I tried to ignore it. Next thing you know she was with another fella, and I can’t believe it, I was feeling jealous. I finished my beer, filled up my flask and I tapped her on the shoulder with a question to ask. One more dance. Give me that second chance. Baby, just one more dance with you. If you got the time I want to shine and show off my two-step, bottle of wine and a long-neck. So put on your dancing’ shoes. I don’t care that some folks think it’s a sin, so they stop and stare and then they start to grin. And I just want to dance with you.
THIS SPACE BETWEEN US
Swerved off the road I was traveling. Tried to gain back control. Looking out, the world was spinning ‘round. It was bright, it was loud and it was cold. Coming up on collision. Something I had felt before. I closed my eyes and thought of all the loved ones that I had left behind in this world. And all this space between us. And all our foolish ways. We go on, just counting on the promise that the sun will bring us one more day. That was yesterday. Looking back on the damage. Sorting through the debris. Wishing now that I had been more careful. Turn the lights on, take it slower, wait and see. Open up your eyes because your star is out tonight. Hold on tightly and believe it’s meant to be. Saw the light in the distance. Tried to chase down the glow. Threw my hands up asking for redemption for the life that wore me out and lost control.
WHEN GREEN TURNS TO BROWN
You tried to tell me but I could not hear you above all those awful sounds. I looked straight a head. You looked far away. Far away from the love we found. Have you lost sight of the love we found so long ago? Did you try to hold on or did you just let it go? It’s hard to find it when green turns to brown. Have you lost sight of the love we found? Simple pleasures I took for granted in our new love paradise. It’s not easy to admit it. It’s even harder to deny with that far away look in your eye. I tried to fix it without all the pieces because you never come around here anymore. I keep searching for answers. You just keep asking questions. Have you lost sight of the love we found?
SEVEN NUMBER BLUES
You’ve been passing out on the couch most every night. I wonder why you sleep so much. I wonder why we fight. It’s got me thinking about that girl I must have met at least a month ago. Now I’m searching for the number of the girl my brother used to know. Well, I’ve been searching high, been searching low. Looking in between the pages of a book I read, in that magazine. In the glove box of my broke car, underneath the seat. You know I can’t find it anywhere. Now I can’t get to sleep
because I’m searching for the number of that girl my brother used to know. I look behind the refrigerator. I search around the stove. And I drive my car around look at paper on the road just cause I’m thinking about that girl I must have met at least a month ago. Now I’m searching for the number of the girl my brother used to know. I look behind the television. I walk right out that door. I couldn’t see a god damn thing the light burned out on my front porch. I’m in the basement now, look behind the wash’n machine. A bid old spider jumped right out I swear I almost screamed. But I’m searching for the number of the girl my brother used to know. I’m in bedroom now, while you’re still asleep. In that dresser drawer, that’s where I saw it last I think. In the pocket of these dirty jeans or rolled up in a sleeve, and if you were to wake up now I’d tell you it’s a dream cause I’m searching for the number of that girl my brother used to know. And I’m still searching for the number of that girl my brother used to know.
MR. HINTON
Mr. Hinton lost his love for life while his wife sat silent by the phone. Every way she’d try to start her day, Mrs. H. still felt the “big unknown”. So call her, call her what you will, but she’s still there by the telephone. And you know she’s wishing she could go. But she can’t leave when she loves him so…call her, call her what you will ‘cause she’s still there by the telephone.
MAMA’S BOY AT HEART
You’re just a mama’s boy at heart, but now it’s time to start to put your coat on all by yourself. In everything you’d do, you’re mama would see you through. She’d pick you up and put you on your feet. Now the people passing by don’t know that you’ve been crying, because it’s so damn easy to play the other part. The stage has now been set, you’re going to treat life with respect because you’ll always be a mama’s boy at heart. Everybody has gone through some pain. Everybody has walked through some rain. What a bout the baby? What about the boy? What about the child that’s lost what he keeps searching for? You’ve got to set your mind at ease. Wipe that dirt off of your knees. Walk it off. Take some time to catch your breath. That big old sun will shine again and you still got all of these friends that know you’re just a mama’s boy at heart.
ALL THE FINEST GIRLS
All the finest girls are from Ohio. I’ve traveled around this world and that’s why I know. Every place has got their picks but I’d still bet my life on it that All the finest girls are from Ohio. If you’re searching for a princess or a queen, just like those fairytales or from a dream. If you’re luck’s been running out, you’ll find them there without a doubt, from Rio Grande to good old Bowling Green. If you’re looking for a girlfriend or a wife or a pretty girl to hang out with tonight, whatever you’ve been looking for there’s one, two, three and four Ohio women bound to change you’re life. So if you’re passing through you might decide to stay because it happens there a thousand times a day. Everywhere you look around, wild women trying to settle down from Union City up to Timber Lake. If you’re looking for a sinner or a saint, A devil or an angel’s sweet embrace. You won’t have to go too far. Try any church or any bar. Both will leave a smile on your face
WHAT YOU’VE GOT I NEED
If you were to leave, if you walked out on me, I don’t think I’d ever be able to make it without you. Darling won’t you take my hand. I want you to understand that I am only half the man I could be when I am without you. So I can guarantee that what you’ve got I need to live in peace. Promise that you’ll never leave. Always shine your light on me so I know I will never be living in this world without you.
THAT’S LIFE
I’ve been lost. I’ve been found. I’ve been turned upside down. I’ve been stood up, and I’ve sat down until I sunk beneath these sounds. Isn’t that the way they say it has to be. That’s Life. That’s me. I’ve been worn out but I’ve hung out with all these friends that keep me around. I’ve been love. I’ve been hate. I’ve been know to hesitate. I’ve been shut up. I’ve been turned down. I’ve been kicked and pushed around. And I pushed back until I fell down that same hole that I dug in the ground.
ASHOOTINGSTAR
They tried to run us out of town. We never even saw it coming. They told us not to make a sound. Some turned back others started humming. We live just like photographs always trapped in the states they keep us in. But they just want to fold us. Push us back, you know, but we won’t bend. We’re just hanging out. No need to be offended. So gather up your town. We’re busting down these fences. They told us not to come around. Disappear and all will be forgotten. We bought what they sold us year by year and we just kept on watching. Don’t ever take for granted seeds get planted but roots don’t have to grow. And a shooting star just faded long before we could see it’s glow. How much should we take to make us stronger? How long must we wait? Not much longer. They tried to run us out of town. We never even saw it coming. They told us not to make a sound; disappear and all will be forgotten. Don’t ever take for granted seeds get planted but roots can’t still grow. And a shooting star just faded long before we could see its glow.
