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Sunday, August 30, 2015

Tijuana To Birmingham

She was born in Tijuana 
Wild as that old western town
Somehow the years found her
Out here in Birmingham 

We met in a restaurant 
Swapping stories of the west
As the nighttime rolled along
She touched away the misery that was beating in my chest

And I shared with her the stories
Of a wild man who roams
She laughed with understanding 
Sharing stories of her own

She was born in Tijuana 
Wild as that old western town
Then landed in El Paso 
And made her way to Birmingham 

In the morning she told me
How she would hold me until I moved on
I knew from the night we spent without sleeping
I found a dream I thought was gone

And I shared with her the stories
Of a drunk man singing a lonesome song
She smiled with understanding
And shared a lonesome dream of her own

She was born in Tijuana 
Wild as that old western town
The good lord sent her
To save a wild man from dying alone in Birmingham 

She was born in Tijuana 
Wild as that old western town 

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

The Gypsy Queen

When his dear mother died
He did not grieve
He didn't bat an eye
When his pretty wife told him to leave

He spent a lifetime 
Just letting things go
Like he'd never have to feel
What he would not show

And he headed east
Towards New Orleans
Dreaming in the arms 
Of a gypsy queen 

She charmed his eyes
And his riddled mind
With illusions of a future
He would never find

She could see
He was a desperate man
So she picked his pocket
As she held his hand

He so easily placed
His misplaced dreams
In the hands
Of a gypsy queen

But as his pockets
Were relieved of there gold
Like a crushing stone
That gypsy rolled

Then one night
That life would end
Popping dollar beer with Vicodin 
In a $50 room at the chateau inn

Looking out a window
Over magazine
He saw a sad lost man
Being conned by a gypsy queen 

One life over 
A new began
He paid $50 
And he left the chateau inn

He cried for his mother
And he cried for his wife
And he smiled down the road
At a brand new life 

He thought of the horror
And the pleasures seen
Everything has a purpose 
He just paid for the service of a gypsy queen

He thought of the horrors
And the pleasures seen
Everything has a reason
Even that gypsy queen 

Sunday, August 23, 2015

These Lies I Tell

Since you've been gone
I've been pretending to be strong
I've been pretending to be strong 
Since you've been gone

Trying to play it cool
No one knows I'm a fool
I'm the coolest fool you'll ever see
Because these lies I tell
I tell them so well
No one knows I'm lying but me 

My lying smile
Says I'm happy on my own
With no one here to raise hell
And carry on
My lying smile 
Says I'm happy you're gone

And if I really miss you
No one could ever know
When I want to kiss you
There's no way to let it show

Because I've learned to play it cool
No one knows I'm a fool
Hey, I'm the coolest fool you'll ever see
And these lies I tell
I tell them so well
No one knows I'm lying but me

I've learned to play it cool
No one knows I'm a fool
Hey, I'm the coolest fool you'll ever see
And these lies I tell
I tell them so well
No one knows I'm lying but me

Paved In Sin

I dreamed there is a road out there
That leads somewhere
I ain't never been
But every hill I've been up and down
Every corner I've turned around 
Traveling a highway paved in sin

Like every goodbye story
With every doe eyed girl
As with every morning dreamer 
In the whole wide world

Laying with devils
That haunt me still today
And I keep praying the good lord
Will wash my stains away

When I'm alone
The struggles seem so vain
And these sins still remain 

Alone and unconquered 
As the evening sun hides her gold
Like a long haired young girl
Out there somewhere 
With a storm raging in her soul

I don't know where I'm going
Anymore, I ain't really sure where all I've been
I've been riding a highway
Paved in sin

The days are getting shorter now
The nights seem shorter too
I've been trying different things 
But nothing feels like it's new

Running out of a gas
But I can see the end
The crossroads down by the river
Just before the bend
A complicated life 
set so easy to the tune of a highway 
Paved in sin


Saturday, August 22, 2015

The Song

His blue eyes were wild
As his steady hand
Everyone could see
He was a troubled man

A heartbroken renegade
Out on some prairie trail
He chose a heartbreaking story 
Over some old fairytale

Sitting quiet in a corner
Holding his whiskey drink
He didn't say much
But everyone could hear him think

And it's not that he's bad
It's just that he did not belong
He was never the singer
He was always the song

He never was the singer
He just lived like a song

Her eyes were burning
Scorched behind her fair skin
As she took measure of a life she didn't really choose, but it's the one she was living in

Looking at a picture book
Maybe, forty years from now
And she drinks it over
How she made it through somehow

She will always know
Her greatest mistake
The biggest thing she lost
Was on the long shot chance
That she did not take

And she still thinks about a renegade boy
On some hard prairie trail
And the safe life she chose 
Over some damned old fairytale

She tried to stay true
And she tried to stay strong
She was always the singer
But she could've been the song

She was only the singer
She should've been the song

Thirty years of dust and gravel
On some hot old southern ground
And they look back at how lost they really were
And how easy it would've been to get found

And he loves her still today
A lifetime ago and that many miles away

As he stares down one last prairie trail
He gets lost in make believe
With a smile and a tear 
He just disappears into some old fairytale

He closed his eyes one last time
Knowing she could do no wrong
He was just the writer
She was the song

He was just the writer
And she was his sad sad song 







Saturday, August 15, 2015

Getting High And Laying Low

People talk
But they don't know
I've been doing what I had to do
Laying with it don't matter who
I've been getting high and letting go

I've been staying high and laying low

I like to whisper
But some people shout
Most folks don't know what they're screaming about
It don't bother me no more
Down the hall is another door

Down the hallway
There's another door 

I try to listen 
And I try not to scream
I can't miss what ain't seen
I can learn and I can grow
But I keep getting high and letting go

I've been getting high and letting go

Down the corner
Around the street
Where the creatures gather
And the saints all meet

Wasting time
When time moves slow
Just staying high and laying low

29 Months

I guess I'll work out my sentence 
Finish up the time I have to serve
It won't be long babe, I'll be out of here,
To get what I deserve

29 months babe
I've only got 29 more
In 29 months babe
They'll unlock that door

I said 29 month babe
Pay attention, I only got 29 more
In 29 months babe
They'll unlock that door

I've been down out
Ball and chained
You know I've been down and out
I've been ball and chained
But 29 months are all that remain

Until they have to set me free
In 29 months I'll be gone
But everyone her will remember me

I said 29 months babe
I only got 29 more
In 29 shorts months, darling
They gonna open that door

Time

Didn't I do it all
Everything I said I would
Didn't I do it all, baby,
Didn't I...didn't I do it good

Things change, I know,
Things change
You and I know things change
But it feels so strange
Going away without you

Time moves on
They say time moves on
But I think time has been chasing me
We can't change what has come and gone
They say time just moves on
But lately I think time is catching up with me

Look at that old mountain
Where I used to play king
Standing on top and looking down 
At the world  I owned
Blinded by the shine
Kissing the ring
Of my own crown
And time keeps moving on

But didn't I do it all
Everything I said I would
Didn't I do it all babe
Didn't I do it good...

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Believing In Love

There are scars on my face
Scars on my heart
Scars on my legs 
From chasing in the dark

It's easy to see
If you look at me
I've been hurt in my time
But I've never felt so free
As when she looks at me
Says I am hers and she is mine

I'll never stop believing in love
I'll never stop believing in love

Some people say
Love is make believe
Like dreaming in the day
I'm ashamed to admit
The older I get
The more I see things that way

So it's easy to see
If you look at me
I've been hurt in my time
But I will never feel so free
As when she looks at me
Says I am hers and she is mine

I will never stop believing in love
I'll never stop believing in love

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Sex And Whiskey

My life ain't nothing but sex and whiskey
That ain't as fun as it sounds
Seeing the same old face in every girl who will miss me
When the morning sun rolls around

Getting wasted 
And wasting life
Writing songs that I can't sing
And singing songs I couldn't write

Out of time 
Without a key
I've got'em standing in line
But that line ain't as long as it used to be 

My life ain't nothing but sex and whiskey
That ain't as fun as it sounds
Seeing the same old face in every girl who will miss me
When the morning sun rolls around