TAKE THAT SHOT

(© 2023, Tim Stafford, Thomm Jutz, Daniel House Music, BMI; Thommsongs SESAC admin. Blue Water)

 

1) I came here wearing my brand new lid

I’m William Bonney, Billy The Kid

Now you show me what you got

It’s your turn-  take that shot


2) I’m gonna travel till I’m 21

And then I’m gonna tarry some

Name’s Wild Bill, and I’m red hot

It’s your turn - take that shot

 

CH) Take that shot, it’s gonna mark time

Catch ‘em when they’re in their prime

It might feel like an afterthought

When It’s your turn — Take that shot

 

3) Got somewhere to be, gonna light up a fuse

I’m Robert Johnson, King Of The Blues

Now you show me what you got

It’s your turn  - take that shot

 

4) I’m Bill Monroe, man in control

I’m the father of Bluegrass, Country soul

I’m ready even if you’re not

You back up and take that shot

 

5) A worried mother in Dust Bowl days

a ragged flag five soldiers raised

Winston Churchill in ’41

A kiss the day the war was won

 

6) Elvis before Rock ’n’ Roll

Zapruder from the grassy knoll

Marilyn on the subway grate

Not too soon and not too late

 

TAG)  You’ll be glad that it got caught

When it’s your turn — take that shot


 

Enough to Keep you Going for a While

(© 2023, Tim Stafford, Thomm Jutz, Daniel House Music, BMI; Thommsongs SESAC admin. Blue Water)

 

1) one can’t talk and one can’t stop

they come together as they walk 

on this hot and humid earth

 

2) He’s 65 alone next Friday

But he’s got to have it his way

on this hot and humid earth

It’s a blessing and a curse

 

CH) I believe there’s good in people

though sometimes it’s hard to find

when you almost give up faith

you’re about to lose your mind

someone walks your way

and gifts you with a smile

and that’s enough to keep you going for a while

 

3) One left home to fight a war

Came back home and closed the door

and would again for what it’s worth

 

4) Can’t kick him out, can’t keep him in

Don’t care to know where he’s been

on this hot and humid earth

Whiskey flows but blood comes first

 

BR) If it’s not one thing, it’s another

But you’re the keeper of your brother

Somedays it’s better, some days worse

on this hot and humid earth


 

THE BLUE GRAYS

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V) Just a bunch of guys from Elizabethton, Tennessee

Too far back in the sticks for the negro league

But From ’35 to ’55, the hottest team around

You couldn’t find a better show when the Blue Grays came to town

 

V) Played the Kansas City Monarchs and the Philadelphia Stars

The Asheville Blues, the Nashville Cubs, all comers near and far

Crack the bat, climb the mound another perfect throw

They took on every rival but they also fought Jim Crow

 

CH) Barnstorming baseball all across the South

In the years of segregation, until the final out

 

V) travel wasn’t easy and mostly done at night

They didn’t know a different way but they knew it wasn’t right

They often stayed in churches in the colored neighborhood

The white teams wouldn’t play them ‘cause the Blue Grays were too good

 

CH) Barnstorming baseball all across the South

In the years of segregation, until the final out

 

V) Chick Forney, Big Red, and all the other guys

The best that ever swung a bat along the color line

When Jackie finally broke it on the field of dreams

He was standing on the shoulders of every small-town team

 

CH) Barnstorming baseball all across the South

In the years of segregation, until the final out
 

 

THE BALLAD OF KINNIE WAGNER

(© 2023, Tim Stafford, Thomm Jutz, Daniel House Music, BMI; Thommsongs SESAC admin. Blue Water)

 

V) My name is Kinnie Wagner I made the front page news

A hero in Scott County if ever one they knew

I’m a poet and an outlaw, some say a ladies’ man

I busted jail in Blountville to Mexico I ran
 

V) I took off with the circus when I was just a kid

Ran moonshine in the mountains, the only trouble is

I shot a crooked sheriff in a shootout Christmas Eve

I might be a killer, but I never been a thief
 

CH) I’ve never once been lonesome I like my company too well

It’ll serve me either way, in heaven or in hell

I played the cards that I was dealt

What would you have done?

16 years in prison or 16 on the run?

 

V) A thousand dollar bounty and a woman Kingsport way

Three cops set up an ambush but it’s me who made ‘em pay

I shot one through the heart and the other in the head

They brought a hearse to take my body, but it carried them instead


V) They gave me the electric chair, but I ran to Arkansas

Killed two brothers in a poker game turned myself into the law

The sheriff was a lady and she took a shine to me

Doing life in Mississippi beats death in Tennessee

 

CH) I’ve never once been lonesome I like my company too well

It’ll serve me either way, in heaven or in hell

I played the cards that I was dealt

What would you have done?

16 years in prison or 16 on the run?

 

V) The Parchman farm is hell on earth, they had me training dogs

I taught them not to follow me, that’s why I wasn’t caught

Hoover had enough of me, and I’d had enough of him

Deep down he must’ve known someday I’d pay for all my sins

 

V) Listen all you people, don’t start down a road of crime

I sent five men to eternity and now it’s come my time

Two widows and ten children, I know that they’ll be glad

Jesus died for being good, I’ll die for being bad

 

TAG) Don’t cry for Kinnie Wagner, that mean son of a gun

that 2 gun desperado done paid for what he done
 

 

CALLIE LOU

(© 2023, Tim Stafford, Thomm Jutz, Daniel House Music, BMI; Thommsongs SESAC admin. Blue Water)

 

V) They moved from Kentucky when she was only four

Up to Detroit to help win the war

Just a sharecropper’s life back in the hills

Her Daddy found work pouring Michigan steel
 

V) She never fit in, the kids called her names

You’re a hillbilly girl, no count anyway

With hand me down shoes too big to walk

They’d laugh and point fingers every time she talked


CH) Callie Lou you know it’s suppertime

Why won’t you come on in?

Callie Lou, it’s getting dark And your coat is wearing thin

 

V) So she stayed by herself and talked to Cassie her doll

A world once wide open now turned so small

She told her you know we’ll go back in the Spring

When the laurel is blooming and the whippoorwill sings

 

V) The trains rolled all day as she played by the tracks

Her mother had warned her, you better stay back

But it was one place she could always be all alone

Away from the teasing and a scolding at home

 

CH) Callie Lou you know it’s suppertime

Why won’t you come on in?

Callie Lou, it’s getting dark And your coat is wearing thin

 

V) The noon time freight roared through with a blast

She never saw it coming, it happened so fast

All left by the tracks on a cold day that Fall

a crushed pair of glasses and a dirty old doll

 

CH) Callie Lou, honey we’re taking you home

Lay you down down by the river where you used to roam

 

CH) There’ll be no more shame, no reason to hide

And Cassie we’ll lay her right by your side

 

 

The Wild Atlantic Way

(© 2023, Tim Stafford, Thomm Jutz, Daniel House Music, BMI; Thommsongs SESAC admin. Blue Water)

 

1) Walk the cliffs by the breaking of the day

Hear the seabirds calling through the waves

I will turn my face against the wind

And see my old friend Once again

 

Ch) By the wild, By the wild, By the wild, By the wild,

By the wild Atlantic Way

 

2) Raise a glass at Nolans with the boys

while the fire sings a joyful noise

Stroll slowly down the narrow lane

Soaking in the gentle West Cork rain

 

3) You won’t forget the blue against the green

It’s the finest sight my eyes have ever seen

The tales and tunes will all remain

Like the sun that’s sinking in the bay


 

NO WITNESS IN THE LAUREL BUT THE LEAVES

(© 2023, Tim Stafford, Thomm Jutz, Daniel House Music, BMI; Thommsongs SESAC admin. Blue Water)

 

CH) blood and water, thicker than thieves

You believe what you want to believe

Ain’t no witness in the laurel but the leaves
 

If you’re a stranger you’ll be just fine

you got nothing to worry about

But if you’re caught in the middle like so many were

No way you’re gonna get out

 

There’s a million hollers back in these hills

and branches without any names

And on the banks of one a small wooden cross

Is the only thing that remains

 

Redwines and Kisers all got along

Till Cassie and Billy ran off

One day she came home with the child on her hip

On a train ticket Billy had bought

 

Cassie’s brother had raised the child 

And treated him like his own son

And when he heard that Billy was home

He knew what had to be done

 

a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye

For years it went on that way

Redwine and Kiser, bullet for bullet

Another one laid in the clay

 

It took fifteen years, blood, shots and tears

till finally the feud would wane

And when children ask what the killing was for

Honestly, what can you say?

 

 

Vaudeville Blues

(© 2023, Tim Stafford, Thomm Jutz, Daniel House Music, BMI; Thommsongs SESAC admin. Blue Water)

 

CH) Meet me at the back door, cause I ain’t got a dime

You wouldn’t know it now, I was a big deal in my time

I was right on the front page now I’m yesterday’s news

And I’ll fade into the twilight singing the Vaudeville Blues
 

V) Last night I found my pockets lined with cash and change

I tried to leave the stage but folks was in a rage to hear

The Lovesick Blues again

Rolling dice and drinking, lost it all but my clothes and shoes

Now I’m Walking down the alley singing the Vaudeville Blues

 

CH) Meet me at the back door, cause I ain’t got a dime

You wouldn’t know it now, I was a big deal in my time

With Valentino on the big screen I was bound to lose

Can’t fight a talking picture singing the Vaudeville Blues

 

V) I heard a stranger singing on the street in Asheville town

He sang a yodel ad-ee-oh and wouldn’t you know

Told me he was Bristol bound

Pretty soon he was a rich man, I read it in the evening news

Then I threw it in the gutter crying the vaudeville blues

 

BR) It’s a century of progress

But the times has got me feeling sore

I put my blues in an old gin bottle and never sang no more


CH) Meet me at the back door, cause I ain’t got a dime

You wouldn’t know it now, I was a big deal in my time

I was right on the front page now I’m yesterday’s news

And I’ll fade into the twilight singing the Vaudeville Blues

 

TAG) Ain’t no business like show business to leave you battered, broke and bruised

Just fade into the twilight singing the Vaudeville Blues


 

CODE TALKER

(© 2023, Tim Stafford, Thomm Jutz, Daniel House Music, BMI; Thommsongs SESAC admin. Blue Water)

 

V) Born of the Sleeping Rock People in 1921

Torn from his mother, Uncle Sam’s chosen son

The boarding schools taught him not to speak his native tongue

But he never would forget
 

V) 29 brothers joined in 1942

Fought for their country until the war was through

Tasked to find a code the only ones who knew

what they were taught to forget
 

CH) spirit walker

Send a message through the fire

Code talker,

Warrior on the wire

 

V) a word for every sentence and no mistake was made

a weapon much more lethal than the bullet or the blade

the Marines at Iwo Jima would not have won the day

without the ancient sounds
 

V) A country celebrated those who fought and fell

But the Navajo nation was never treated well

The Japanese dug in and gave them blazing hell

But they never broke the code

 

CH) spirit walker

Send a message through the fire

Code talker,

Warrior on the wire

 

BR) Was the land of enchantment on your mind

When the shells and hand grenades were flying

Did you think about the canyons and the wind

When the bombers overhead were coming in

 

CH) spirit walker

Send a message through the fire

Code talker,

Warrior on the wire


 

THE STANDING PEOPLE

(© 2023, Tim Stafford, Thomm Jutz, Daniel House Music, BMI; Thommsongs SESAC admin. Blue Water)

 

V) The standing people of the forest glen

Deep-running roots that remember when

When water and thunder and the songs of the birds

Were the only music the world had heard


V) Shade for thinkers, fruit to tempt seekers

Hatching ideas and feeding believers

The Buddha and Newton, Judas and Jesus

Beginnings and endings, joyous and grievous
 

CH) Silent until lifted up by the wind

But if you could talk, where to begin

Songs are made by fools like me

But only God can make a tree


V) Paper for poets, violins not yet made

The cycle of life, from acorn to grave

Born anew each Spring and Fall

You took all our bullets but outlived us all

 

CH) Silent until lifted up by the wind

But if you could talk, where to begin

Songs are made by fools like me

But only God can make a tree

 

V) A thousand years fall to the blade

for towers and temples, trestles and trade

You understand the need to go on

And if we keep going soon you’ll be gone
 

 

 

The Queen and Crescent

(© 2023, Tim Stafford, Thomm Jutz, Daniel House Music, BMI; Thommsongs SESAC admin. Blue Water)

 

V) Headed out on 43 in the year of 26

Pulling Pullmans and a dining car

Rolling through the towns and flying through the sticks

You could hear her whistle blowing’ near and far

 

CH) To me it seemed the engineer was the noblest profession

guiding cars along the track through the Great Depression

Nothing in my memory is ever quite so pleasant

than riding in my mind on The Queen and Crescent

 

V) Headed South from Cincinnati all through the Commonwealth

Across the grade and into Tennessee

Coming through the depot down on Main and 12th

Steaming all the way to New Orleans

 

V)  She went all through the war till the year of ’49

Till finally she was running out of steam

Now all that’s left’s a dream rolling down the line

of golden trim on fine Virginia green

 

 

HIGH MOUNTAIN RISING

(© 2023, Tim Stafford, Thomm Jutz, Daniel House Music, BMI; Thommsongs SESAC admin. Blue Water)
 

V) The whole town smelled like tobacco and she couldn’t wait to leave

She wasn’t used to all the people and the traffic in the streets

Had to go where life meant something, up a long and lonely way

To listen to the wind and watch the seasons slip away

 

CH) On a High mountain rising, high mountain rising

High mountain rising alone

 

V) She was a midwife and a healer, and people knew her name

Whenever they would send for her, they knew she always came

She gathered foxglove in the springtime, dug ginseng in the snow

She knew the ways of healing a doctor wouldn’t know


V) She walked a little more bent over with each and every year

She knew what lay ahead but it didn’t bring her fear

One day in late September, a trapper found her cabin bare

They searched all along the ridgeline but they never found her there

 

 

REVOLUTIONARY LOVE

(© 2023, Tim Stafford, Thomm Jutz, Daniel House Music, BMI; Thommsongs SESAC admin. Blue Water)


V) Do unto others

always turn the other cheek

Sell your worldly goods 

The world will end up with the meek

Quit the work you’re doing

and follow me alone

The love I had for you

no man has ever known

 

CH) Revolutionary love, simple man from Galilee

Revolutionary love, forgiveness is the key

Now as then, heaven sent Revolutionary love

 

V) The wind blows where it pleases

Can’t tell where it’s coming from

For those born of the spirit

so it is with every one

I have told you earthly things

that you don’t believe,

What you gonna do then

with the things you cannot see


CH) Revolutionary love, that’s what he was preaching

Revolutionary love, that’s what he was teaching

Now as then, heaven sent Revolutionary love

 

V) The last one when he died

And the first when he arose

She was the one he trusted

Out of all the ones he chose

Don’t hold on to me,

Go and tell the others

I have conquered death

for all my sisters and my brothers

 

Revolutionary love, that was what he told her

Revolutionary love, with the cross upon his shoulder

Now as then, heaven sent Revolutionary love

 

the one and only answer

Now as then, heaven sent Revolutionary love

 

 

LOST VOICES

(© 2023, Tim Stafford, Thomm Jutz, Charley Stefl, Daniel House Music, BMI; Thommsongs SESAC admin. Blue Water; Maddy Dog Music (SESAC) admin by Eleven Eleven Music Group)

 

MUDDY ARE THE WATERS THAT SWIRL AROUND
SWEEP AWAY OUR SENSES AND DROWN THE SOUND

EMPTY OUT THE WORDS AND LINES THAT BLURR    
SO MANY CRIES FOR JUSTICE THAT HAVE GONE UNHEARD

CAN’T HEAR THEM IN THE HALLS WHERE FREEDOM RINGS 

THEY’RE CALLING OUT TO HEAVEN ON ANGELS WINGS  
SILENT AND STILL  IN THEIR GRAVES THEY SLEEP 
LOST VOICES CAN’T BE HEARD UNTIL WE SET THEM FREE   

 

ONE ETERNAL SOUND SINCE IT ALL BEGAN

WE LISTENED THROUGH THE AGES JUST TO UNDERSTAND

THEY’RE TRYING HARD TO TELL US WHERE THEY’VE BEEN

WE TRY TO GIVE THEM LIFE, STEALING FROM THE WIND

 

SCATTERED IN THE CORNERS OF HISTORY’S FLOOR

TILL SOMEONE COMES ALONG, THERE LEFT IGNORED

AND SWEEPS UP THE YEARS WITH A RIGHTEOUS BROOM

SINGING TO OUR SOULS OUTSIDE EVERY ROOM

 

BR) PUT ‘EM ON A PAGE AND PUT ‘EM IN A BOOK

BRING BACK THE BURIED AND THE OVERLOOKED
 


 

LYRICS, STEVE GULLEY & TIM STAFFORD, "STILL HERE" (2021, Mountain Home Music)

 

Still Here

(Tim Stafford, Steve Gulley)

 

1) Up at 6, Every day, punch the clock, draw my pay

A Union job, and they’re hard to get, but I’d leave today, cause I

never seemed to fit

I love the money, but I hate this town, every day I’m here, just wears me down

 

CH) Another day in this big lonely city, Another month, Another year

It’s cost me more than this place will ever give me

But here I am, Still here

 

2) Stopped for gas, and a loaf of bread, the man just laughed, shook his head

 “Where you from?” I heard him say. I said, “Not from here,” shut the

door and walked away

Don’t fit in, but I won’t change, It’s who I am, sure as my name

 

CH) Another day in this big lonely city, Another month, Another year

It stole my life, and one day it's gonna kill me

But here I am, Still here

 

3) Look at me, that's who I am, just no way you'd understand

Where I'm from, folks still speak, they wave their hands if they see you on the street

30 years and nothing to show, just a pension plan and a longing for home

© 2021, Daniel House Music, Gulley's Curve Music (BMI)

 

Living Shouldn't be this Hard

(Gulley, Stafford)

 

V) I ain’t buying what you’re selling

and I don’t care what you think

You can lead a horse to water, 

but you can’t make him drink

 

CH) Seems like it takes a month of Sundays just to get through one more day

I’m tired of close but no cigar

Nobody said it would be easy, but you know what they say

Living shouldn’t be this hard

 

V) Feels like the deck is stacked against me

I seem to stay one step behind

A day late and a dollar short, 

That’s the story of my life

CH) Seems like it takes a month of Sundays just to get through one more day

I’m tired of close but no cigar

Nobody said it would be easy, but you know what they say

Living shouldn’t be this hard

 

V) Friends all try to tell me

It’s not as bad as it looks

Well I don’t need to see the movie 

and I already read the book

 

CH) Seems like it takes a month of Sundays just to get through one more day

I’m tired of close but no cigar

Nobody said it would be easy, but you know what they say

Living shouldn’t be this hard

© 2021, Daniel House Music, Gulley's Curve Music (BMI)

 

So Far

(Tim Stafford, Steve Gulley)

 

Verse

Some are  lucky and I've had my share So far

There's been good times and bad, times I wish I'd never had

Now matter where you go, there you are

And I'm still here so I'm glad, so far

 

Verse

I'd like to hold it all in a jar

Take out a little at a time, re-creation by design

And I wish that I could wish upon a star

But I've never needed to ,So far

 

Chorus

So far, I guess life's been pretty good to me

So far, it's been everything I thought it should be

But things aren't always gonna stay the way they are

And you can only see so far

 

Verse

This place keeps getting more and more bizarre

Can we really keep this Stuff? will it ever be enough?

I guess for me it's never been that hard

I've never needed much so far

 

Verse

It all depends how high you set the bar

If you don't make it, it's Okay.  Doesn't matter anyway

There's really nothing wrong with even par

It's worked pretty good for me, so far

Tag) we only need to see so far

Publisher : Daniel House Music, Gulley's Curve Music (BMI)

Copyright © 2021, Tim Stafford | Steve Gulley

 

There Ain't No Good Way to Go

(Tim Stafford, Steve Gulley)

 

CH) There ain’t no good way to go

car or train, bus or plane, fast or slow

Take the the credit or the blame, In the end it’s all the same

Cause there ain’t no good way to go

 

V1) There ain’t no Headstones for heartaches, no good time for bad breaks

Why worry about something you can’t change?

There’ll be a time for Grieving once it’s time for leaving

After all, it all gets rearranged

 

V2) You’re running the rat race, hanging on to first place 

But soon you won’t be running anymore

You could write your ending, but you won’t be attending

So there really ain’t no use in keeping score

 

CH) There ain’t no good way to go

car or train, bus or plane, fast or slow

If everybody knows your name, In the end it’s all the same

Cause there ain’t no good way to go

 

TAG) Take your money and your pride, push it all aside

Cause there ain’t no good way to go

 

© 2021, Daniel House Music, Gulley's Curve Music (BMI)

 

She Threw Herself Away

(Tim Stafford, Steve Gulley)

 

1) She's not the kind of girl who volunteers her mind

Never lets you know her heart is in a bind

People wonder why she don't have much to say

I guess she thinks it wouldn't matter anyway

 

2) She can't turn off these voices in her head

They keep saying, "What's the use?  Just stay in bed"

The only sign that they're doing any harm

are all the purple tracks up and down her arm

 

CH) If she was your daughter would you look the other way

Could you convince yourself that life is just that way?

If she was out standing on that ledge every day

Would you try to stop her

Before she threw herself away

 

3) A couple months ago I saw her at the store

You could hardly recognize her anymore

 I know she saw me, but she looked the other way

I wanted to tell her, but what could I say?

 

4) I saw her picture in the paper, and I thought

nobody ever knew the demons that she fought

Somewhere a mother cries and a father shakes his head

She never listened to a single word I said

© 2021, Daniel House Music, Gulleys Curve Music (BMI)

 

My Last Excuse to Drink

(Tim Stafford, Steve Gulley)

 

1) Another sad love story--that's how they all begin

I can't tell you where it started, but I do know where it ends

Could be a woman or a bottle, no matter what you think

There's always a last excuse to drink

 

2) If Daddy hadn't left us, if Momma hadn't died,

If living on the streets hadn't robbed me of my pride

If you hit rock bottom, how much lower can you sink?

You don't need a last excuse to drink

 

CH} I saw it in the mirror in the way I wore my skin 

I saw what I'd become, not what I could have been

30 years had come and gone in the time it takes to blink

Just searching for my last excuse to drink

 

3) Stand up and say your name, tell 'em what you are

Tell 'em all the reasons why you let it go this far

A family of believers tries to pull you from the brink

And take away that last excuse to drink

 

4)  She was always waiting every Tuesday night

There at 7:30, to help me fight the fight

She'd stand and tell the sinners, "I believe in you."

I'm not here to judge, 'cause I'm a sinner too"

 

CH)  I ran out of reasons for running from myself

from reasons for believing when there was nothing left

Cause when she came into my life, I found the missing link

She took away my last excuse to drink

 

© 2018, Daniel House Music, Gulleys Curve Music (BMI)

 

She Comes Back to me When we Sing

(Tim Stafford, Steve Gulley)

 

V1) There’s a table and a chair, one picture on the wall

A room like all the rest, just different numbers down the hall

She brought me in the world and taught me how to sing

She stares out the window but who knows what she sees

 

V2) But when I bring her Martin, it’s hard to understand

the look in her eyes when I put it  in her hands

Peace in the Valley, and Brother Have you Heard

She may not remember me, but she remembers every word

 

CH) Rock of Ages, Oh how sweet the memories

Peggy Sue, Secret Love and Maybelline

time fades away into two-part harmonies

Most days I miss her, but she comes back to me when we sing

 

BR) She taught me how the notes fit together, how the words on the paper came alive

And I’ve learned nothing lasts forever, but the music and love still survive

© 2021, Daniel House Music, Gulley's Curve Music (BMI)

 

Long Way Around the Mountain

(Tim Stafford, Steve Gulley)

 

1) Loading up the cars in the dark and dusty night

Our shift was finally over, as we headed toward the light

We heard the rifles and the shotguns come roaring down the hole

I’lll not be shot down like a dog for your damned old dirty coal

 

CH1) There’s blood running down the highway

They’re shooting men down at the gate

Take the Long Way Around the Mountain

Get away before it’s too late

 

2) It’s a sad way to go, filled with pain and strife

When a man can’t make a living without fearing for his life

It’s methane gas or gun thugs, you’re a dead man either way

I don’t mind a-dying but it won’t be today

 

CH2) There’s blood running down the highway

Yellow creek is a-running red

Take the Long Way Around the Mountain

Staying means you’ll end up graveyard dead

 

3) All along the ridgeline and down the other side

 From Bell County to the Valley with starlight as our guide

And when we reached the river by the widow Baker’s shack

We thanked the Lord above for passage safely back

 

CH3) There’s blood running down the highway

They’re shooting men down at the gate

Take the Long Way Around the Mountain

Get away before it’s too late
© 2021, Daniel House Music, Gulleys Curve Music (BMI)

 

HE’S TRYING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING

(Tim Stafford and Steve Gulley, 2003)

 

V1) Didn’t get home till after eight

Supper’s cold but he already ate

Missed you too, and by the way

About this Friday’s dinner date

 

V2) His hair’s not as gray as it used to be

He’s looking good for forty-three

There’s always some new friend to see

She’s thinking, “Where does this leave me?”

 

CH) He’s trying to tell you something

You may have to open your heart to see

He’s trying to tell you something

And girl you know it as well as me

 

V3) When she was a girl of seventeen

He was the sweetest thing she’d seen

But times they change and people too

And she’s left wondering if it’s true

 

Br) This feeling won’t go away

She don’t know quite what to say

But one thing is for sure

 

CH) He’s trying to tell you something

You may have to open your heart to see

He’s trying to tell you something

And girl you know it as well as me

 

© 2021 Daniel House Music, BMI,  Gulleys Curve Music, BMI

 

IT’S ALL ABOUT THE GAME

(Tim Stafford, Steve Gulley)

 

V1) Staring in the mirror, not one line on his face

Airbrushed smile, loads of style and every hair’s in place

He swaggers to a barstool like Bogart meets James Dean

He’s got stealing hearts down to an art

He’s a heartbreak machine

 

V2) Straight off a Cosmo cover, she’s smoothed out every flaw

Microderm abrasion, Ten hours at the Spa

Hourglass figure, the best a man can buy

She’s a poster child for Girls Gone Wild

No man can deny

 

Ch) Some people live for true love; Some don’t, and that’s a shame

They know love is temporary; They’re just here to play the game

 

V3) He assumed the pose, looked down his nose, checking out the scene

A chick buffet, just another day in the food chain for the King

Then she made her entrance, all hail the Deep Freeze Queen

She won’t spare a glance for half a chance; she’s locked like a laser beam

 

Then the Red Sea parted as she glided to her spot

Nobody’s fool, he played it cool, but that’s when things got hot

Their eyes met over Bourbon, not a single word was said

But the Fashion King and the Runway Queen are about to go Code Red

 

Ch) If they wake alone tomorrow, there’s no one else to blame

At least they looked good trying; they still love to play the game

 

TAG) It’s never been about forever; it’s all about the game

 

© 2005 Daniel House Music, BMI

© 2005 Mountain Heart Music, BMI

 

Back when it was Easy

(Steve Gulley, Tim Stafford)

 

Chorus

Back when it was easy, hard times passed by like the breeze

And livin' was something to do

Back when it was easy

 

Verse

Supper at seven, News at eleven

Three channels, one story to tell

Never paid much attention at all

The world wasn't big, I was just small

 

Verse

Now it's Dead ends and dead lines

Never enough time

Running a race I can't win

Life's not that hard at all

When it all brings me down I still recall

 

Chorus

Back when it was easy, hard times passed by like the breeze

And livin' was something to do

Back when it was easy

 

Chorus

Back when it was easy, hard times passed by like the breeze

Think it's time to go back there again

Back when it was easy

 

Publisher : Daniel House Music, Gulley's Curve Music (BMI)

Copyright © 2021, Tim Stafford | Steve Gulley

Wild West

(Tim Stafford, Daniel House Music)

 

1) I'm just an old Jayhawker, a scout and a spy, 

rode the Pony Express before the war,

On the Red Butte Station line

I killed 4000 buffalo to feed the railroad men

I took the scalp of Yellow Hair and I would do it still again 

 

2) I met Buntline in Nebraska and he wrote a pack of lies

But the eastern dandies loved it, much to my surprise

I became a daring hero on every stage across the land

Spent summers scouting with the Army for Lakota and Cheyenne

 

PRE-CH) Some say I am an artifact of disappearing times

But tonight beneath this circus tent I will bring it all alive

 

CH) Lay down your silver dollar 

For I'll bet you've never seen 

The world's greatest show, the envy of the Kaisers and the Kings

Where the Cossacks and Vaqueros, famed in deed and pen

all come alive before your eyes, And the West is Wild again

 

3) So I began to tell the story in 1883 

Of how the west was lost and won by saddle tramps like me

I met the queen of England And For her Golden Jubilee

A grand command performance None Like it ever seen

 

4) Annie was a beauty until she was provoked, shot the ashes off a cigar at 40 paces while you smoked

The Lakota they called Sitting Bull became my dearest friend

And He died for sins of white men, of that I still contend

 

PRE-CH) Some say I am an artifact of disappearing times

But tonight beneath this circus tent I will bring it all alive

 

CH) Lay down your silver dollar 

For I'll bet you've never seen 

The world's greatest show, the envy of the Kaisers and the Kings

Where the Cossacks and Vaqueros, famed in deed and pen

all come alive before your eyes, And the West is Wild again

 

© 2020, Tim Stafford, Daniel House Music 

 

The Last Clinchfield Run

(Stafford/Gulley, 12/16/15)

 

Verse

It's my last run from Erwin on the Clinchfield tonight

They'll close down the railyard at first morning light

Never had time for crying, not that kind of guy

But I'm dreading the moment the sun starts to rise

 

Verse

Got the crew call this morning, to Bostic this time

A short run, but a good one for old number 9

Just me and Ed Williams, like so many before

But this time we both knew it meant so much more

 

Verse

Automatic is handy, but it don't have the feel

So I switched down to manual, cause manual is real

And I wanted to feel it around every curve

I just felt it was something we both deserved

 

Verse

I was talking to Williams, he's older than me

about the people we'd known and the places we'd seen

Then his eyes kinda sparkled and I said with a smile

Why don't you take her a couple of miles

 

Bridge

Metal on metal, joints cracking the rail

Then it fades in the distance till the red light grows pale

 

Verse

So I'm standing in Erwin, and the yard's empty now

Don't know where I'm headed, but I'll go on somehow

I feel God on my shoulder and a tear in my eye

For we are the Clinchfield, my brothers and I

 

Publisher : Daniel House Music, Gulleys Curve Music (BMI)

Copyright © 2020, Tim Stafford | Steve Gulley

 

 

THE MARKS

(Tim Stafford, Joe Newberry)

 

I sat there a while, Didn’t want to go in, finally opened the door of my car

Inside the church, there on a stand, my grandfather’s old guitar

The smell of the wood filled up the room, like so many times before

It was like he was saying I’m not really gone, but boy I can’t play

this box anymore

 

And inside it smelled like whiskey and tears, dust from dances and

cigarette ashes

old spice and gin and herringbone trim but mostly it smelled like him

 

So I took it home, held it up to the light, saw things I never noticed before

When I turned it over, I saw the mark of every belt that he ever wore.

The neck with its divots, like valleys and hills, old frets worn from play

the finish was cracked, and grain saw daylight, as close as the judgement day

 

And outside it looked like cradle to grave, dust from dances and cigarette ashes

A top paper thin, with spidery skin, so mostly it looked like him

 

BR) All the marks, proud battle scars, of endless nights in nameless bars

He left his mark on country boys and old guitars

 

And when I play it I hear whiskey and tears, dust from dances and

cigarette ashes

A long time to spend with a song that won’t end, and mostly I sound like him

 

TAG) I try my best to sound like him

 

Publisher : Daniel House Music,  Newberry Songs (BMI)

Copyright © 2020, Tim Stafford | Joe Newberry

 

Sail Away to See the World

[Craig Market, Tim Stafford]

Verse

Greenland born and ocean bound

Two years until the others drowned

I bid farewell to solid ground

And sailed away to see the world

 

Verse

One hundred feet across her beam

As grand as any man had seen

Steel and wood, grace and steam

sailed away to see the world

 

Verse

From Londonderry, Cork and Claire

Far and wide they gathered there

In answer to a young man's prayer

And sailed away to see the world

 

Verse

Standing on the bridge alone

A Strong and steady hand upon

the wheel that guides her safely home

To sail no more and see the world

 

Bridge

The moon bright as day as she slid 'neath the waves

On That cold April night long ago

 

Verse

So when you bow your head to pray

Remember souls that slipped away

And young men dreaming still today

To sail away and see the world

 

Publisher : Daniel House Music (BMI), Drop D Publishing (BMI)

Copyright © 2020, Tim Stafford | Craig Market

 

LONDON TOWN

(Tim Stafford, Daniel House Music)

 

CH) Death came down to London Town, London Town, London Town

Death came down to London Town before the break of day

 

1) Dear old Boss, keep the letter back, letter back from Saucy Jack

Dear Old Boss, keep the letter back until the break of day

 

2) If you only wait a little while, a little while,  it will be worthwhile

If you only wait a little while, I will send the bloody knife

 

CH) Death came down to London Town, London Town, London Town

Death came down to London Town before the break of day

 

3) Mister catch me when you can, when you can, if you can

Mister catch me when you can, sincerely sent from hell

 

4) Dear old Boss, you was right, you was right, the other night

I’ll send you more cause you was right, soon I’m on the job again

 

CH) Death came down to London Town, London Town, London Town

Death came down to London Town before the break of day

 

5) Send regards to Scotland Yard, Scotland Yard, is still on guard

Send regards to Scotland Yard, they never had a clue 

 

CH) Death came down to London Town, London Town, London Town

Death came down to London Town before the break of day

© 2020, Daniel House Music, BMI

 

Shenandoah Valley Blues

(Tim Stafford, Jon Weisberger, Daniel House Music BMI, Asheville Music Publishing)

 

1) It’s Fall and I’m thinking of Virginia

and I know the time is drawing near

Cause in dreams once again I try to win ya

but I left you standing by the cabin door

now I wonder if I’ll see it anymore

 

CH) If I wake before the devil comes to find me

Still I’ll have nothing to lose

But this feeling that I left too much behind me

And the Shenandoah Valley Blues

 

2) When the Apple blossoms bloom I’ll be going

back to the one I love so dear

where once again that Shenandoah wind is blowing

and forever in your arms I’m gonna stay

Oh I wonder why I ever went away

 

Publisher : Daniel House Music, Asheville Music Publishing (BMI)

Copyright © 2020, Tim Stafford | Jon Weisberger

 

ARIZONA TEARS

Tim Stafford, Daniel House Music (2004)

 

These tears flow up, they don’t fall down

They come to sea and float to ground

Floating to an unheard song

And it won’t stop until the last one’s gone

Trailing gently in the flow

Cried by sailors far below

 

Since December ’41,  they’re sleeping there forever young

In a rusty iron bed

Their only thought was life ahead

Never thought they’d spend their years crying Arizona tears

 

Three brothers came to Newport yard

Leaving home was awful hard

They came together all the way

Singapore to Mandalay

But their trial was just begun come December ‘41

 

Two were fore, the other aft

Only one survived the blast

Held apart for 80 years

While history shed her oily tears

 

You see the names there on the wall

1177 in all

I wonder what would I have done?

Like so many father’s sons

When the world came crashing down

Say a prayer before you drown

 

Every year, another urn

Is lowered where no fires burn

Since December 7, ‘41

Every sailor has returned

 

They lowered him to sea today

To sleep inside that rusty grave

All three together finally home

The last tear floated in the foam

 

These tears float up, they don’t fall down

 

© 2020, Daniel House Music, BMI

 

 

I Am America

(Bobby Starnes, Tim Stafford)

 

Verse

I am a bridge in Dallas County that someone had to cross

I am a mine in West Virginia where thirteen lives were lost

I'm a grave in Pennsylvania in the middle of a field

I Am a lady in a harbor with a torch shining still

I am America, I am America

 

Verse

I am a light in a church house on the North End of town

a Courthouse in Appamattox, on dark and bloody ground

I'm a broken bell in Philly, on Independence Day

I am a diamond in a corn field where the whole world learned to play

I am America, I am America

 

Verse

I'm a date that lives in infamy, a post war baby boom

I'm a grassy knoll in Dallas, And I've walked on the moon

I am every creed and color, every point of view

I am black and brown and yellow, red, white and blue

I am America, I am America

 

Verse

We are ground zero, Where some gave all

We are a flag flying free on a tower standing tall

We are the tired, the poor and homeless from your teeming shore

We are every man and woman who yearns for something more

We are America, We are America

 

Publisher : Daniel House Music, It Says What It Says Music (BMI)

Copyright © 2017, Tim Stafford | Bobby Starnes

 

 

Just to Hear the Whistle Blow

(Tim Stafford, Steve Gulley)

 

Verse

 

When I was just a school kid, we used to hear it going by

If you were gonna leave this holler, it was the only way to fly

So many hopped a freight train, addicted to the sound

But me I took the safe track and never left this town

 

Chorus

No, I never jumped a boxcar,

Never felt those big wheels roll 

But I still come here every day

Just to Hear the Whistle Blow

 

Verse

Well I heard the singing brakeman, and it made me want to go

And life here in Kentucky was moving way too slow

Sometimes the high way ain't the right way, guess I'd do it all again

Still I can't help but wonder bout the way things might have been

 

Verse

So each day I drive to Corbin, just to satisfy my mind

Park beside the station, out past the limit sign

I know they look at me and wonder why I even hang around

What makes an old man sit here and listen to the sound

Publisher : Daniel House Music, Gulley's Curve Music (BMI)

Copyright © 2014, Tim Stafford | Steve Gulley


 

Worry's Like a Rockin' Chair

(Tim Stafford, Barry Bales)

 

CH) Worry's Like a Rockin' Chair

It won't get you anywhere

Back and forth, but you're still there

Worry's Like a Rockin' Chair

 

V1) Grandpa was a wise old man

cigarettes in calloused hands

Never had a lot to say

An education every day

 

V2) He'd take down his old guitar

apple pie in an old fruit jar

On his porch the whole day long

a Worried man sings a worried song

 

CH)

 

V3) Years of trouble, years of strife

Years of racing through this life

chased a dollar all the way

my reward is turning gray

 

V4) same old porch, brand new day

Where grandpa used to sit and play

I still hear him in my head

words of wisdom never said

Publisher : Daniel House Music, Quackhead Music (BMI)

Copyright © 2014, Tim Stafford, Barry Bales



 

On the Ledge

(Tim Stafford, Bobby Starnes, Alan Stockard)

 

1) All it took was the first time

She swore she'd never do it again

She's only looking for a good time

Till the Devil came walking in

 

She found herself a shadow

of the girl she use to be

She tries her best to hide it

But the whole world can see

 

CH) that's she's on the ledge,on a rusty razor's edge

 

2) friends and family welcomed him home

with medals on his chest

Now he walks the streets alone

But he just can't get no rest

 

He did his time on the front line

for God, Country and Corps

but the battle still rages in his mind

in a different kind of war

 

CH) he's on the ledge, on a rusty razor's edge

 

Forty hours a week for eighty years

They worked out on the line

Then the company up and disappears

without a warning sign

 

the brand they wore moved offshore

'cause greed has no pride

Now the wolf is knocking down the door

and there's no place to hide

 

BR) God looks down on creation With teardrops in his eyes

The lust of every nation Creates its own demise

 

CH) We're on the ledge, On a rusty razor's edge

Publisher : Daniel House Music, It Says What It Says Music (BMI)

Copyright © 2014, Tim Stafford, Bobby Starnes, Alan Stockard

 

DIMES

(Tim Stafford)

 

1) Daddy loved a story

He collected dimes

He built his memories

Ten cents at a time

He’d find ‘em on the corner of a crowded city street

Seems like they fell right at his feet

He’d take ‘em from the closet 

Then he’d take me on his knee

Hard to say what a dime is worth to me

 

2) Now I take them from the closet

And I remember Dad

There’s a flower from his funeral

I think it makes him glad

Cause I find ‘em on the corner of a crowded city street

Seems like they fall right at my feet

Every day I think of him

At least a hundred times

‘Cause everywhere I go, I find dimes

 

© Daniel House Music, BMI, 2014
 

Hideaway Hotel

(Steve Gulley, Tim Stafford)

 

Verse

I live out on the highway, not the greatest side of town

Since they built the new road, not as many come around

A lot of folks down on their luck, just working for a dime

Peeling paint and neon signs that work most of the time

 

I've seen pushers, pimps and preachers, by the hour or the day

They come to rent some peace of mind, or give it all away

some come here to hide, some to just be gone

Chances are if you come here, you're doing something wrong

 

Chorus

I don't have turndown service, but I got an empty pool

I deal in matters of the heart, just a halfway house for fools

I know how to be discrete with all my clientele

I live for you to use me, I'm the Hideaway Hotel

 

Verse

I've got little bars of soap and slots for razor blades

Sanitized for your protection, you've really got it made

I've got cable television, with a modern day decor

There's a bible in the nightstand, but that's not what you're looking for

 

You won't find me in AAA, or on the intenet

I just provide a service, what you see is what you get

Sometimes I give you things that you can't get at home

I'm the temple of addiction, a haven for lost souls

 

Outro

I'm right here when you need me, I'm the Hideaway Hotel

Publisher : Daniel House Music, Gulley's Curve Music (BMI)

Copyright © 2014, Tim Stafford | Steve Gulley


It Ain't the Mountain
Tim Stafford,  Jon Weisberger

 

Chorus

It Ain't the Mountain that you're climbing

It's just a place you're passing through, where you go is up to you

cause the mountain you've been climbing

is no bigger than the pebble in your shoe

 

Verse

Another Sunday, at the liquor store by two

He works the second shift cause the rent is overdue

Sometimes he wonders how working hard went wrong

How the best that he can do is barely hanging on

 

Verse

Come Monday morning, she's standing in the line

The cotton mill pulled out and she got left behind

So she worries about her children back at home

Will they find another way before their dreams have flown?

 

Bridge

Don't lie down; Don't give up on your pride

Don't look up; The way ahead is down inside

 

Publisher : Daniel House Music, Use Your Words Music (BMI)

Copyright © 2014, Tim Stafford, Jon Weisberger

 

ISAAC MORTON’S REVENGE

(Tim Stafford and Steve Gulley, 2005)

 

V1) Isaac Morton took a wife, he’d been a soldier half his life

Saw Pickett’s Charge in ’63, marched with Sherman to the sea

 

V2) His bride was barely seventeen, the fairest rose he’d ever seen

He swore the day he took her hand, He’d never raise a gun again

 

V3) One day while Issac went to town, young Arley Walker came around

Said, “Why’d you marry that old man?  I thought you promised me your hand.”

 

V4) When Isaac came back home that night, his eyes beheld the awful sight

Saw the bloodstains on the floor, a silver dagger by the door

 

V5) Time soon passed a year or more, one day a knock came at my door

“Could you spare a helping hand?  Water for a weary man?”

 

V6) I showed him where the cistern drew and then within a day or two

Isaac Morton came and swore, “I’ve tracked a killer to your door.”

 

V7) He led us to the Devil’s Gate, still arrived a day’s ride late

Through the pass to old Cheyenne, there we found his trail again

 

V8) We chased him for a hundred days until we reach the Frisco Bay

This is where I took my leave; I left old Isaac there to grieve

 

V9) Some say he never found his man he chased to hell and back again

They say he never found a home; across the plains his spirit roams

 

V10) The postman brought a week ago a parcel postmarked Mexico

Inside a Spanish scabbard rare, a silver dagger and a lock of hair

 

In days to come the legend grew; I only know this part is true

Vengeance to the Lord belongs, but Isaac Morton carries on

 

© 2014 Daniel House Music, BMI

© 2014 Mountain Heart Music, BMI


 

BACK IN THE DAY

(Bobby Starnes, Tim Stafford)

 

Billy was a wild child, his wanderlust was real

now he sells insurance, and he's living for a deal

Melinda had a love child when she was just sixteen

Now her baby's teaching college, and he's living out her dream

 

In this small town American clean

Norman Rockwell's homecoming queen

living, dying, finding our way

Life was good

Back in the day

 

Chuck was raised a quarterback, he could throw it deep and straight

And Bobby and Connie are still living their first date 

Butch dropped out our senior year, then he taught us life was short

and Vickie took her own life when she couldn't take no more

 

Of this small town American clean

Norman Rockwell's homecoming queen

living, dying, finding our way

Life was just life

Back in the day

 

BR) Scattered near and far like seeds cast to the wind

Once we were wildcats, but you can't go back again

 

Randall moved to Charlotte, George lives in L.A.

Tina married a millionaire; she's a million miles away 

Mickey's still in prison but Kevin played it safe

All of Ruby's children are still carrying the faith

 

of this small town American clean

Norman Rockwell's homecoming queen

living, dying, finding our way

Life was good

Back in the day

 

We were raised with a Rebel yell

Give 'em hell, Bloomingdale

living, dying, finding our way

Life was good

Back in the day

 

Publisher : Daniel House Music, It Says What It Says Music (BMI)

Copyright © 2014, Tim Stafford, Bobby Starnes

 

Rider on an Endless Line

(Tim Stafford and Steve Gulley)

 

V1) Black coffee waitin’ for me, day number 123, now there’s nothing more to say

I turn the radio on, hopin’ all it takes is a song

To get me through another day

 

Br) But it’s not workin’ anymore

I wonder what I’m workin’ for

 

CH) I’m just a rider on an endless line

This way of living seemed to suit me fine till now

There’s nothing better than a clear blue sky

To feel like flyin’, but you don’t know why or how

 

V2) Hey Boy, get out of bed, 

get the cobwebs out of your head

Burnin’ daylight ain’t the plan

All packed and ready to go, killing time at the fishing hole,

Learnin’ how to be a man

 

Br) But I’m not the man I planned to be

Forty years ago I couldn’t see

 

CH) I’d like to go back to a simpler day

If I believed that I could find a way, I would

But I’m not living this lie anymore

Someday soon I’m gonna close that door for good

 

I’m still a rider on an endless line

Running away and slowly out of time each day

And I’m still lookin’ for a clear blue sky

Where I can spread my wings and then I’ll fly away

 

© 2004, Daniel House Music, BMI

© 2004, Mountain Heart Music, BMI

 

THE KID

(Tim Stafford)

 

I am known as Billy Antrim, but McCarty is my name

You may have heard of William Bonney, I suppose it’s all the same

I soon came to shoot a pistol as sure as I could point my hand

But how I came to be an outlaw, guess I’ll never understand

 

If you live in Lincoln County, no matter what your trade has been

 You’re controlled by J.J. Dolan and his ruthless band of men

Now they name me as a killer, but the trouble that I’ve seen

Was all within the service of men named Chisum and McSween

 

See I hired for John D. Tunstall and he treated me so well

For him I gladly would have ridden through the very fires of hell

But he was killed by Jesse Evans, though Dolan fired a shot as well

And not an hour was spent in prison, at least by those who lived to tell

 

I rode with the Regulators when McCloskey met his end

Next was Morton, then came Baker, not one cartridge did I spend

But I was trapped inside a rock house by Sheriff Garrett and his crew

They shot poor Charlie Boudre, the closest friend I ever knew

 

I was brought in chains to Lincoln, barely clothed and poorly fed

Before I left that stinking prison, two deputies were dead

Now I’m here in Old Fort Sumner, and Paulita’s by my side

And my life is down to wondering how long an outlaw has to hide

 

If you’re looking for a hero or a villain in this tale

You’ll find both, most likely neither; just a human urge to fail

For I am just a young vaquero, never courted crime nor fame

Now I wish those Eastern papers had never heard my name

 

© 2004, Daniel House Music, BMI

 

DANVILLE GIRL
(Trad., arr. Tim Stafford)

 

1) I  went down to Danville Got stuck on a Danville girl

Oh, you bet your life she’s out of sight

She wears those Danville curls

 

2) She wears her hair on the back of her head

like all high-toned people do

The very first train that leaves this town

Going to bid that girl adieu

 

3) I don’t see why I love that girl, She never cared for me

But still my mind is on her wherever she may be

 

4) It’s forty miles through the rock

It’s sixty through the sand

Oh I relate to you the life

Of many a poor married man

 

5) Oh standing by the railroad track a-resting my poor tired feet

Nine-hundred miles away from home and not a bite to eat

 

6) A-walking about on the old platform

A-smoking a cheap cigar

A-waiting for a local freight, to catch an empty car

 

7) Look up, look down that lonesome road

Hand down your head and cry

The best of friends have to part sometimes

And why can’t you and I?

 

IF ONLY FOR A DAY

(Tim Stafford and Robert G. Starnes)

 

V1) Storm out on the water, lightning to the East

It’s hard to make a living from the bottom of the sea

Shadows on the canyon I may never see

But a fisherman is what I’ll always be

 

V1) Sunset on the prairie, wind across the plain

Evening star is shining, Sure could use some rain

The coast of Carolina I may never see

A cattleman is what I’ll always be

 

Bridge) Sometimes I wish that I could fly away

If only for a day

Lord help me find the way

 

V3) Every life has a reason, but still we believe

That every changing season will somehow set us free

Fate can just deliver what was meant for me

A simple man is what I’ll always be

© 2004, Daniel House Music, BMI

 

IF I HAD THE MONEY I WOULD RIDE THAT TRAIN

(Jack Tottle)

 

Ch) If I had the money, I would ride that train, ride that train, ride that train

If I had the money, I would ride that train way out to the Western shore

 

Lay a twenty on me if you don’t care, you don’t care, you don’t care

Pay you right back soon as I get there, way out to the Western shore

 

Ch) If I had the money, I would ride that train, ride that train, ride that train

If I had the money, I would ride that train way out to the Western shore

 

Don’t worry ‘bout me when I am gone, I am gone, I am gone

Just let everybody know I’m movin’ on, way out to the Western shore

 

Ch) If I had the money, I would ride that train, ride that train, ride that train

If I had the money, I would ride that train way out to the Western shore

 

Red tailed hawk’s on a Tennessee breeze, Tennessee breeze, Tennessee breeze

They fly away whenever they please, way out to the Western shore

 

Ch) If I had the money, I would ride that train, ride that train, ride that train

If I had the money, I would ride that train way out to the Western shore

 

© 2004, Daniel House Music, BMI