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