Co-Starring
Bad Trick
Bad Trick
Don’t get any on you if you go to Nashville
Don’t operate machinery if you on Benadryl
Got to have some faith when you in the lion’s den
And everybody turns a bad trick now and then
Club soda don’t always remove ketchup stains
Ain’t nothing you can take gonna cure a migraine
Broken dreams is a premise in “of mice and men”
And everybody turns a bad trick now and then
You got to have some scars if you wanna be a poet
To get weeds out of a garden, you got to hoe it
Possession with intent will get you 5 to 10
And everybody turns a bad trick now and then
Most gamblers know they’ll never break even
There’s 5 stages to go through when you’re grieving
The sword is always bloodier than the pen
And everybody turns a bad trick now and then
Dancing is promiscuous after midnight
It’s better to be content than have to always be right
You can’t fix a broken heart with a bobby pin
And everybody turns a bad trick now and then
Rock Gods
Rock Gods
I stood in disbelief and wondered when the madness is gonna be done
The grievous tears come upon me in consequence of Route 91
Then I was in a studio and once again I broke down and cried
A voice come on my headphones and told me Tom Petty died
Ain’t nobody left to sing the blues the way they supposed to be sung
Everybody’s talking, no body’s listening..It’s like we just speaking in tongues
There’s a beauty that we witness when standing in a sacred place
Yet looking at the disarray elsewhere you think maybe God’s run out of grace
All the rock gods are dead or dying
Seems the whole world is broken and crying
It is more than prayers we are needing
We’re all on a cross, alone and bleeding
Hey engineer can you take it back
This train is coming off the tracks
We were as beautiful as angels
When we were born with virtue and trust
Then our innocence was lost, burned off or turn to rust
We were betrayed by black winged shadows
Rising in the darkness at dusk
Stealing us away from the light, leaving broken toys in the dust
Fast Left Hand
Fast Left Hand
My grandma told my mama this boy gonna be the one
Gonna have a fast left hand same as the seventh son
Then she lit a candle set it on a rabbit’s skull
Touched a 9-volt battery to a wad of steel wool
There’s a fire
There’s a fire
There’s a fire
Burning all the time
I was raised with the Pentecostal believing the word was true
When I was thirteen got a flat top Kalamazoo
Ghosts started howling lightning lit up the dark
Smelt like singed hair when they ignited Joan of Arc
Chorus
It’s a dimes worth of blues and a left hand with speed
It’s a swarm of yellow jackets or crows pecking sunflower seeds
There’s a storm is coming I don’t need a lightning rod
And I won’t be pushed around bowing to mediocre gods
I always bless my food even if its shredded wheat
I don’t always see the light but I sure nuff feel the heat
Mississippi John Hurt
Mississippi John Hurt
Mississippi John Hurt has laid his burden down
Mississippi John Hurt done laid his burden down
His living soul’s with a loving God, his bones’ in the cold cold ground
Mississippi John Hurt heals me when he sings
Thump that Stella guitar like a wild bird flap her wings
Mississippi John Hurt sing about the candy man
His voice is sweet like bacon sizzling in a frying pan
Mississippi John Hurt’s voice smooth as spinach
Moss was a hardworking man washed in the blood of the cross
Drink Till I See Double
Drink Till I See Double
I can see you are a woman of taste
By your Reba McEntire tattoo
And I love the way you wear your dress
You as hot as cutlass 4-4-2
You impressed me when you went to the jukebox
And played a Boy Named Sue
And you drinking like a sailor on leave
You are a cowboy’s dream come true
I’m gonna drink till I see double
And take one of you home
You look like my kind of trouble
I don’t wanna drink alone
No lasting obligations, we both rolling stones
I gonna drink till I see double
And take one of you home
Now bud didn’t turn me on in urban cowboy, the hot one was wes
You the Motel 6 kind not the Holiday Inn Express
You more a Roberts Western World than the Bluebird Cafe
And you fell off the karaoke stage singing Heavens Just a Sin Away
You got that come hither look like lust eating a saltine cracker
When I saw you in the neon light I thought you was a movie actor
Thank you darling lemme guess The Outlaw Josey Wales
I was thinking Gary Busey lord I need more cocktails
R.O.C.K.
R.O.C.K.
South Dallas give me my scars
Preacher said I was a lost soul
I got a guitar when I was sixteen
So all I can do rock and roll
I’ve lived my life with reckless abandon
When I strap on a guitar I’m still sixteen years old
I’m recording this with Tyler Bryant and the Shakedown
We are here by God to rock and roll
Whatcha gonna do when you’re lonely
What gets you through when you bleed
When you lost young forgotten and desperate
Lemme tell you what you need
Caleb is pounding them drums likes he hammering nails
Noah laying down a bass line rattle your soul
Graham playing that lead guitar like he breaking out of jail
Tyler doing playing other lead guitar like he breaking out of jail too
Outlaw Blood
Outlaw Blood
She’s drives a 392 scat pack dodge charger
Her mama’s got a tattoo says ‘free sonny barger’
Her daddy did time for a deal gone bad
Some women is as tough as rehab
Divine retribution don’t cause a flood
There’s more than one use for Vick’s vapor rub
Nirvana was electric when they was unplugged
And some women got the outlaw blood
She got mascara’d eyes and raven black hair
Buys her shoes at Kim’s exotic dance wear
Her favorite guitar player’s Steve Cropper
Says her godfather was Dennis Hopper
She spills over like a Mississippi levee
Knows all the names of the hindu devis (deh vee)
Loves to hear Ashley McBryde sing
Says Jesus is like duct tape, fixes everything
The Hotel California’s either heaven or hell
So is the Amsterdam Prins Hendrik Hotel
We was there at midnight on the sidewalk outside
She said this is where a dope sick angel died
Rattlesnake Shakin’ Women
Rattlesnake Shakin’ Women
First time I saw her I felt like I did at sixteen
That was the last year my thoughts was ever clean
I knew she wasn’t holy like the lady of the lake
The way she was dancing to rattlesnake shake
She come up to me when my band took a break
Little angel on my shoulders whispered she’s a mistake
The woman licked her lips and said let’s go outside
Little devil was whistlin’ I can’t be satisfied
Oh the woman, oh the woman
The woman knows what she do
Oh the woman, oh the woman
The woman just doing what they do
When the woman walk away i could see her tattoo
The ink above her hips read rock and roll hoochie coo
She dangerous as a jail break and fast like a runaway train
Ain’t afraid to speak her mind like Natalie Maines
Hummingbird
Hummingbird
Now a hummingbird is a little critter
Wings flutter so fast they’s always blurred
They’re beautiful dazzling feisty things
And there’s a guitar called the hummingbird
It’s a square shouldered dreadnaught made by Gibson
Mahogany back and sides, top is spruce
There’s a hummingbird drinking from a trumpet flower
On a pick guard the color of rose mateus
Make a joyful noise unto the lord
That’s from the book of Psalms in the Holy Word
Lord I’m joyful when I’m playing old time gospel
In the key of G on my hummingbird
When the roll is called up yonder
Well now I hope my name is heard
When I pass through the pearly gates
Maybe saint Peter’ll let me bring in my hummingbird
The Messenger
The Messenger
I am wearing old boots with high cuban heels
Our souls they are worn and we stand here by grace
My trousers are torn and my jacket is borrowed
I am wearing my time behind the eyes in my face
I am not looking for loose diamonds
Or pretty girls with crosses around their necks
I don’t want four roses and water
I am not looking for God
I am not looking for sex
I’ve worn out my welcome in certain small circles
In Spanish bordellos and confederate states
But there is an angel in leathers and kindness
Who whispers my name and smiles at my fate
All the true believers are out on the road tonight
And no matter what happens, you know they’ll be okay
And to the rock and roll gypsies may the last song you sang
Be by Mr. Van Zandt down in old Santa Fe
Now I have a mission and a small code of honor
To stand and deliver by whatever measures
And the message I give you is by this old poet
He said, “Our fears are like dragons guarding our most precious treasures.”
I am not looking for loose diamonds
Or pretty girls with crosses around their necks
I don’t want four roses and water
I am not looking for God
I just want to see what’s next.