Kelly Pardekooper
Iowa City native Kelly Pardekooper is a songwriter, singer, guitar playing noise-maker currently based in Indianapolis. He sound traffics in Americana Alt-country Folk Blues Rock. Has toured all over the United States and Europe and showcased his songs/voice everywhere from SXSW in Austin to the Take Root Festival in Holland. He has just released his sixth album Yonder produced by Grammy nominated guitar master Bo Ramsey. Recent television song credits include True Blood, Justified, Cold Case, Blue Bloods, Sons of Anarchy, Make It Or Break It, CMT and HGTV. Film song credits include Sex and the USA and April Moon. Kelly Pardekooper writes songs and tries to treat people well!
“A moody alt-country original.” - Nashville Scene
“Kelly’s new album Yonder is some of the best Americana folk-country-blues-rock-roll-soul-rumble I’ve heard in a while” - No Depression
“What makes Brand New Bag so consistently good is Pardekooper’s ability to show different sides of his craft without diminishing the song’s quality or shortchanging himself. 8/10 Stars!” - PopMatters
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21st Century Trailer Park
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Angry, Anti Establishment, Back Porch, Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Dark, Defiant, Depression, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Explicit Lyrics, Farm, Fields, Gentrification, Government, Heartland, Hobo, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Resistance, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Southern, Square Dance, Story Tellers, Struggle, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Slide Guitar
BPM:
138
Key:
D
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
21st Century Trailer Park
Take this town and dump it in the river
All these condo are brown they ain't got no heart
They're waiting on the highway for the next tornado
21st century trailer parks
I been here since I was young
I'll be god damned if I hold my tongue
Shady developers with big bankrolls
Are sucking out all the soul
Sucking out all the soul
Just clear out the old ones to bring in the new ones
And build them apartments right upstairs
They don't have to see them all puking on our downtown
When the money rolls in they don't care
It's been this way now oh so long
It's hard to put your finger on what went wrong
You tend to get numb and you kind of get down
When they're fuckin' up your hometown
Fuckin' up your hometown
4AM
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartache, Heartland, Hobo, Late Night, Memories, Mid West, Missing You, Moody, Reflective, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Lap Steel Guitar
BPM:
62
Key:
D
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
4AM
It's 4am. Sorry for calling. So how you been?
Bet you're still out on the ocean. With all those notions. In the sunshine.
Guess the ocean's OK. I'm back in the cornfields. Where I'll stay.
But hey...It's OK. I don't really miss you...'cept when I miss you.
You know your Mama still calls me? Asks me how I been. Tells me you're too thin.
Lord knows she don't like your new friend. Don't know where he's been. Don't know where he's sinned.
But hey...it's OK. I don't really miss you...'cept when I miss you.
It's 4am. Sorry for calling. So how you been?
Beautiful Thing
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Country, Folk, Indie Singer Songwriter, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Attraction, Back Porch, Ballad, Beauty, Blue Collar, Countryside, Down Home, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Intimate, Louisiana, Love, Mid West, Railroad, Roadhouse, Searching, Sincere, Slow Dance, Soulful, Southern, Sweet, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Vagabond
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
50
Key:
D
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Beautiful Thing
You might be the most beautiful thing
That I've seen in this sometimes ugly life
It's so bright here my scars turn pink
I can't find any links to my old home
Hey John Muir said to leave her alone
Just let her be...free
And you're so pretty out here at night
Under these Western skies
On the ocean your hair's blown clean
Saltwater dreams in your eyes
You might be the most beautiful thing
That I've seen in this sometimes ugly life
Better Than You
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Power Pop
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Defiant, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Fed Up, Heartache, Heartland, Late Night, Lost Love, Love, Mid West, Moody, Relationship, Rough, Snotty, Soulful, Southern, Struggle, Teen, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Vagabond, Whiskey, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
143
Key:
A
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Better Than You
I'm not sure I want to be. Your midnight luxury.
I'm not sure just where you go. I'm not sure you even know.
I'm not sure just what to do. I've been ignored by better than you.
But you're so easy... It's so hard to please me.. oh yeah
I'm not sure what I just saw. It might of been against the law.
I'm not sure just what to do. I've been ignored by better than you.
But you're so easy... It's so hard to please me.. oh yeah
I'm not sure just where I stand. Another sad and broken man
I'm not sure just what to do. I've been ignored by better than you.
I've been adored by better than you
I've been loved by better than you
Brand New Bag
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1990s, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Country, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Change, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Fuzzy, Grungy, Heartland, Hobo, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Raw, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rough, Southern, Struggle, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Turmoil, Vagabond
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
123
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Brand New Bag
My baby has got a brand new bag
You notice when she starts to drag
She loves me, but she hates me too
She says that I'm a lot like you
A lot like you...
Hey.. Do you want me?
Do you miss me?
Would you kiss me?
Are we lovers like no others?
Or just playing under covers?
When you touch me I go crazy
When you're sleeping you look amazing
Are you coming back tomorrow?
For your love I'd beg, steal or borrow
My baby has got a brand new bag
You notice when she starts to drag
She loves me, but she hates me too
She says that I'm a lot like you
A lot like you...
Can't Go There
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Blue Collar, Dark, Desire, Down Home, Drinking, Forbidden, Heartland, Inner Conflict, Intimate, Introspective, Midwest, Moody, Nebraska, Old, Past, Roadhouse, Searching, Seduction, Seedy, Story Tellers, Struggle, Temptation, Temptress, Troubled, Uncertain, Vagabond, Whiskey
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar
BPM:
87
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Can't Go There
She's Daddy's little princess, she ain't got no fear at all
Ain't no trouble she can't handle with a credit card call
But she don't even know it, 'cause she ain't from the dirt
Most folks only notice that little yellow skirt
Well I'll see her when she's dancing, she comes gliding across the room
Sidles up beside me, smelling of perfume
She says she lost her ride and could I take her somewhere?
Invites me inside, but I can't go there
It ain't no good at home, so go on out and get it
You're out most every night now, come on just admit it
She's sittin' there like fruit that's been ripened on the vine
And she's watchin' you get weaker almost every single time
Thinking you might have something she could really need
Something more than sensual that she ain't ever seen
So when she comes a callin', you best get right down those stairs
Come on off of that high horse, don't tell me you can't go there
What about those promises I made when I was young?
I don't aspire to do the things that my Daddy might have done
And is that the attraction? Do I remind you of your pa?
And you just gotta see those things your momma might of saw
I'll see you when you shimmy, when you come sliding across the room
And throw your arms around me a little bit too soon
Thinking that tonight I might take you off somewhere
Invite me deep inside but I can't go there
Hell's not just for sinners, no it's right here for those saints
Who can walk around avoiding all those lives that they could taint
And don't think I'm not humbled that you'd want a man like me
But I'm still working on the sins of a youth that follows me
I'll see you on the dance floor when that look comes to your eye
You're the type of appetite I could never satisfy
So you can keep on calling, though it won't go anywhere
I know that you'll beckon me, but I can't go there
City At Night
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Changes, City, Crime, Danger, Down Home, Drifter, Drinking, Energetic, Fear, Gritty, Guns, Heartland, Hometown, Mid West, Roadhouse, Rough, Seedy, Sleazy, Southern, Streets, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Vagabond, Violence, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
96
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
City At Night
City at night
Afraid to walk in your hometown
Stay in tight
Take a good look around
'Cuz it aint right
Afraid to go out all alone
Your city at night
When you're sitting
in your kitchen
See the headlines
Another gun goes off and you're swimming in it
City at night
Take it up and take it down
Stay in tight
Take a good look around
'Cuz when you're gone,
they'll say prayers and then move on
Your city at night
When you're sitting
in your kitchen
See the headlines.
Another gun goes off and you're swimming in it
Compromise
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Heartland, Intimate, Introspective, Love, Midwest, Questioning, Relationship, Roadhouse, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Struggle, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train Beat, Uncertain, Unrequited, Vagabond, Whiskey
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
186
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Compromise
Tell me darling, do you really love me? Or is this compromise?
I know you said that you'd be home this evening I've heard the alibi
Late at night when we're staring at the ceiling with nothing new to say
Another summer, it's gonna be a long one.
It just won't fade away
I never see you in the morning
I never see late at night
So most the time I just go right out of my mind on sight
Tell me darling, is it just your body that keeps you satisfied?
And will you be there to kiss me in the morning if I make 55?
Give me something that I can hold on to, you're leaning out of sight
Another summer, it's gonna be a long one I see it in your eyes
I never see you in the morning
I never see late at night
So most the time I just go right out of my mind on sight
Tell me darling, do you really love me? Or is this compromise?
I know you say that you just can't live without me I've heard the alibi
Late at night when we're staring at the ceiling with nothing new to say
Another summer, it's gonna be a long one
It just won't fade away
Just won't fade away
Crazy Girl
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Conflict, Countryside, Crazy, Dark, Depression, Difficult, Down Home, Drinking, Forlorn, Heartland, Midwest, Moody, Raw, Roadhouse, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
142
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Crazy Girl
Another weekend staying out all night
We're in the kitchen and what an awful fight
I don't know why I keep on doing what you say
Momma says it's just the dues I'm gonna pay for two
Crazy girl like you
You take me dancing then you leave me on the floor
Spend all my money as you walk right out the door
You got my cigarettes and all my credit cards
You think it's funny when I wake up in the yard...you do
Crazy girl like you
Another weekend and you throw up on my lawn
I look to you but you're gone...gone gone gone away
So go on leave me now just walk right out the door
It's nothing new to me I've seen it all before
Take my pickup truck Lord take my trailer too
Poppa says it's just the dues I'm gonna pay for two
Crazy girl like you
Another weekend and you throw up on my lawn
I look to you but you're gone...gone gone gone away
Down
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Angry, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Conflict, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Difficult, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Heartland, Moody, Nebraska, Relationship ending, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
151
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Down
The way you look away from me
Your eyes fall down, so down
And the travesty is we won't even see you
When you fall down, so down
It don't matter what you say
It don't matter what you do
Oh our time has run now can't you see we're through
You come walking up to me
You haven't showered in a week
What's that in your eyes Lord no, not sympathy
The way you look away from me
Your eyes fall down, so down
And the travesty is we won't even see
When you fall down, so damn down
It don't matter that you're young
And it don't matter that you're dumb
All that matters Lord is what you might have done
So wipe that smile from your face
You don't even know your place
Leave these streets tonight and there won't be a trace
The way you look away from me
Your eyes fall down, so down
And the travesty is we won't even see
When you fall down, so damn down...
Draw The Line
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Female Vocal, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Assurance, Back Porch, Bar, Blue Collar, Countryside, Down Home, Dreamy, Drifter, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Lost, Love, Marriage, Midwest, Partner, Railroad, Relationship, Roadhouse, Romantic, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Sincere, Soulful, Southern, Support, Swamp, Sweet, Together, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
117
Key:
D
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Draw The Line
Well I don't know how to look, and I don't know how to be
But my knees go to quaking when her eyes are on me
Though I know this can't be right, heaven knows that I can't hide
From these thoughts of her that keep running through my mind
She just says darlin' don't you worry, you're doing just fine
And we'll know when and where to draw the line
So the music just keeps playing, but things aren't quite the way they seem
I lost myself there somewhere in between
Now I don't know where to go, and I don't know what to say
I conquer my fear then my tongue gets in the way
And maybe it's bad timing, we'll write it off to twist of fate
But once she's in your mind man it's too late
She just says darlin' don't you worry, you're doing just fine
And we'll know when and where to draw the line
So that music just keeps playing, but things aren't quite the way they seem
I lost myself there somewhere in between
Well I don't know how to look, and I don't know how to be
But my knees go to quaking when her eyes are on me
Though I know this can't be right, heaven knows that I can't hide
From these thoughts of her that keep running through my mind
She just says darlin' don't you worry, you're doing just fine
And we'll know when and where to draw the line
So that music just keeps playing, but things aren't quite the way they seem
I lost myself there somewhere in between
Drinking Alone Again
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Alcoholism, Alone, Bar, Bayou, Beer, Bleak, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Gloomy, Gritty, Heartland, Heavy, Hopeless, Lonely, Midwest, Misery, Moody, Raw, Roadhouse, Rough, Seedy, Southern Gothic, Spiraling, Struggle, Suicidal, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, low
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Cowbell, Drums, Electric Guitar, Slide Guitar
BPM:
58
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Drinking Alone Again
Drinking alone again
Hey bar-keep how 'bout another round?
Don't send me home again
Just line 'em up and I'll shoot 'em down
I wish this food it would stay down
Wish this food it could stay down
Lets say we both pretend
That my feet are still on the ground
No don't send me home again
Just line 'em up and I'll shoot 'em down
Drown In Alcohol
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Alcoholism, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Beer, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Midwest, Moody, Railroad, Raw, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
130
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Drown In Alcohol
You stumble right into the beat
Leave us there shuffling our feet
Staring down at the floor
You got no claim at all
None that you'd recall
Drown in alcohol
Move it over, to some other part of the mind
I'll try
Living on the outside in
It's a helluva way begin
Leaning hard on new friends
But you got no claim at all
Not that you'd recall
Drown in alcohol
It's all over and you can't hold her anymore
Where's the door?
So stumble right into the street
Scrape those bended knees
Tell me I'm a tease
But you got no claim at all
None that you'd recall
Drown in alcohol
Fly On The Wall
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Defiant, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Harmonies, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Midwest, Moody, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
86
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Fly On The Wall
Can I help it if your skin don't fit you right?
Can I help it if you're frozen inside?
Can I help it if you're never gonna be like the ones always outside smiling
Like they're on TV?
Can I help it if your Dad don't treat you right?
Can I help it if he stays out all night?
Can I help it if you're never gonna see all those places you go off to when you're dreaming?
I watch you stumble, then I watch you fall
You come up screaming, that I don't care at all
But you never ask me to leave
No, you're rather have me around
Like some fly on the wall
So can I help it if your skin don't fit you right?
Can I help it if you're frozen inside?
Can I help it if you're never gonna be like the ones always outside smiling
Like they're on TV?
Can I help it if your Mom don't treat you right?
Can I help it if she don't tuck you in at night?
Can I help it if you're never gonna see all those places you go off to when you're dreaming?
Folk This
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Folk, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Angry, Attitude, Back Porch, Bar, Blue Collar, Cynical, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Explicit Lyrics, Farm, Gritty, Heartland, Hobo, Homeless, Louisiana, Moody, Negative, Raw, Roadhouse, Rough, Seedy, Southern, Struggle, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Vagabond, Whiskey
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar
BPM:
91
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Folk This
So now you're folkified
Fucked up on your Dylan side
A puffed up head you'll try to hide
You write some poems on the side
So head out east and change your name
Shave your head, they're all the same
Zimmerman, Hewson, Mellencamp's a loaded gun
Don't turn around, I'll let you down
No do look too close 'cause you don't want to see it
But it's blowin' in the wind, down on Maggie's farm
Where it's raining on some scarecrow sittin' in the yard
Of a little pink house, owned by Jack and Dianne
So now you're countrified, rocked up your hillbilly side
Fucked up in you doublewide, sippin' PBR's outside
But all them roots are ill begotten
Drunken cowboys soon forgotten
Washed out on the bedroom eyes
Of alt-country boys that been glamorized
Don't turn around, I'll let you down
No don't look too close 'cause you don't want to see it
That there's really no depression down in New Madrid
So let that wind take your troubles away
Doreen Doreen, Sweet Caroline, Rain Squall
Just take a lot of pills, take a lot of pills
Take a lot of pills and die
Forgotten
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
95
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Forgotten
Picking through the pieces of your ever changing mind
You're not worried about the tomorrow
Or the ones you left behind
In case you've forgotten...that was me
I know I didn't show you all my loving like I should
Tried to keep you as warm and safe and happy as I could
So in case you've forgotten...
It seems that you've forgotten...
I'm sorry you've forgotten me
So go ahead and run away
Go ahead and try to find something new
There ain't no one out there girl
That could ever love you like I do
Do you think you'll find somebody
Who could be a better Daddy than me?
Girl don't you remember all those plans made over tea?
In case you've forgotten...that was me
And I know we were young girl
I know we didn't know just what to do
But do you ever wonder?
Did you really think this whole thing through?
So in case you've forgotten...
It seems that you've forgotten...
I'm sorry you've forgotten me
Forsaken
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Explicit Lyrics, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Sinner, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
123
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Forsaken
Forsaken
Lord please do forgive me for these sins that I've committed and the shit forsaken soul that I've become.
Don't know how it happened, took a wrong turn down near Memphis, now my liver's boxed and I'm feeling overcome.
And I can't take confession anymore. And I can't find my way back to your door.
Lord please do forgive me for those sins that I forgotten and these ill-begotten party favor gains.
Don't know where it happened, hopped the wrong rail down near Georgia, now the train I'm on takes your name in vain.
Yeah and I can't take communion anymore. Yeah and I can't find my way back to your door.
Lord please do forgive me for I've coveted another, now I'm wrapped in my own blanket of disdain.
Don't know how it happened, the neighbor she came calling, now we're lying here and we can't clean up the stain.
Yeah and mama would be so proud, and grandma's wrapped in shrouds of shame.
Yeah but mamas are always proud, and grandma's not impressed by hollow fame.
So Lord please do forgive me for these sins that I've committed and the shit forsaken soul that I've become.
I never thought I'd need you. Never could believe you. Never thought I'd crawl back to your door...
Goo
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
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Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
113
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Goo
Goo
What if I walked you all the way home?
Would you ask me in for coffee?
Would you make me leave alone?
What if I took you half way around the world?
Bought you diamonds, bought you pearls.
Would you let me come inside?
I don't know where I'm going tonight
But I think if you would hold me everything would be alright
I know it's nothing new for you
But it's everything to me
When you're home all asleep so safe and tight
I'm the one that's in your hollow
Singing underneath your light
When you're out riding around on sunny days
I'm the one that's in the shadow
Hoping that you'll look my way
I don't know where I'm going tonight
But I think if you would hold me everything would be alright
I know it's nothing new for you
But it's everything to me
Grandma's Rosary
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Dark, Death, Depression, Down Home, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Dying, Family, Grandma, Heartland, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar
BPM:
131
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Grandma's Rosary
Grandma's Rosary
I want to see my grandma's rosary
All day in hot sun with more work that's never done
And if I take her to Union Hill
She could walk up and pay her bill
She might come in a little lean
But those eyes would still be green
I want to see my grandma's wounded knees
Every day bar none, more working that's never done
And if I take her to Union Hill
She could walk up and pay her bill
She might come in a little lean
But those eyes would still be green
Yeah those eyes would still be green
I want to see my grandma's rosary...
Hard Eyes
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Explicit Lyrics, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
80
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hard Eyes
Well here we go again, same old shit it happens every year
You could come stay with me, hell bring the kids, all you gotta do is lose that beer
You just think I'm mean, you'd rather drink gasoline
Than leave this bar with me tonight
You're too young for those hard eyes
If you're gonna drive away, the least you could do is buckle up them kids
Hell even Superman crashed and burned and how would you live with that?
You just think I'm wrong and you think you're too strong to ever come down to this
You're too young for those hard eyes
You can't blame momma boy she always let us run
You can't blame poppa he was dead before we were grown
You can't blame me 'cause I'm your only living kin I'm the only one fool enough to keep on dragging your drunk ass in
And here comes Christmas time, what kind of show you gonna put on for Jesus this year?
Your kids are getting older now, late at night they start to hide your beer
They know you'll be gone, that the pull on you is too strong When you're out in the neon light
You just come undone, Lord and you just gotta run down them demons every night You're too young for those hard eyes
You're too young for those hard eyes...
Hayseed Girl
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
76
Key:
F♯/G♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hayseed Girl
Hayseed Girl
Hayseed girl
A country queen of the likes you've never seen
Hayseed girl
Kissin' cousins, you gotta love 'em
She'll tear your heart to pieces
And leave you crying on the ground
She'll take you down, to the river
And lay you down on sheets of linen
You won't shower and she won't care
She lets the ribbons fall down from her hair
Then tears your heart to pieces
And leaves you crying on the ground
Hell's Kitchen
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alt Country, Alternative Americana, Alternative Country, Country, Male Vocal, Roots Rock, Singer Songwriter, Southern Rock
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar
BPM:
60
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hell's Kitchen
Hell's Kitchen
Well I see you on the bleachers there you're wonderin' if you should
Cause you spent your lifetime thinkin', you were always up to good
But now your days are older and you start to have some doubts
'Cause you've seen them walkin' in, but there ain't no one gettin' out
If you come to Hell's kitchen you won't need to make a fuss
'Cause there's always work for hire, lots of tables here to bus
Like that shady politician who's made lifetimes of despair
Now he sits there in the corner losing all his hair
Or the woman at the side booth she ain't got no mouth at all
'Cause she spent her days a lyin' up till her final curtain call
If you come to Hell's kitchen you won't really need a name
'Cause the waitress won't take credit but you'll ask her just the same
So stay there on your bleachers keep on wonderin' if you should
It's alright to spend your lifetimes thinkin' you were only good
And so your days get longer and you start to have some doubts
'Cause you've seen them walkin' in but there ain't no one gettin' out
If you come to Hell's kitchen you won't need to make a fuss
'Cause there's always work for hire and lots of tables here to bus
Like the man there on the floor, well he's been cheatin' all his life
Now the only thing he sees is the woman he called wife
Or the boy that sits there between us smoking gun still in his hand
Well he took his momma's life, he said she'd never understand
If you come to Hell's kitchen you won't really need a name
Cause the waitress won't take credit but you'll ask her just the same.
Highway Home
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Heartland, Home, Intimate, Introspective, Journey, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Travel, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar
BPM:
88
Key:
A
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Highway Home
Highway Home
Jesus can you hear me? I've been calling for some time
Sittin' with this Bible, stealing some rhymes
Are my eyes so cloudy that I cannot see ?
That you only come in whispers of sacred harmony
And then you turn away from me as if I should of known
That praying by the bedside's not the same once you're grown
And momma always told me stay away from them river girls
Who'd take you in the woods at night and teach you of the world
She was barely seventeen when I came falling out
And the holy Martin left us that day filling her with doubt
I can't find a highway home And I never want to be that alone I'm not that alone....
We might have been better left as fish muck in the drink
But your holy course in miracles tapped our missing link
So now we walk around all day these thoughts they're in our heads
And I can't even tell my niece what happens when we're dead
But I'd sure like to see my grandpa once or twice again
And if you could arrange that I think we could be friends
I can't find a highway home And I never want to be that alone I'm not that alone....
I know that I burn too hot, I can feel it killing me
But when it all comes pouring out it's as if I could be free
Are you really listening? And could you turn it off?
'Cause I feel too connected like a sow at the trough
Jesus can you hear me? I've been calling for some time
Sitting with this Bible, her little hand in mine
She is just so tiny it makes my poor heart break
And you know I'm a doubter with sins I can't forsake
But I got no one left to ask and there's no one here but me
So if you'd take her away tonight I'd get down on my knees
Try to find her a highway home
'Cause she never ought be that alone
Not that alone
Not that alone.
House of Mud
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Slide Guitar
BPM:
99
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
House of Mud
House of Mud
I love my house made of mud
I love my house made of mud
It's not fit for children and it's not fit for a wife
I love my house made of mud
Don't want no one weeping when I'm gone
Don't want no one weeping when I'm gone
'Cause I've had some high times, man I had my fun
Don't want no one weeping when I'm gone
Won't someone please take my poor dog?
Won't someone please take my poor dog?
He stays awful quiet and he does not eat too much
Won't someone please take my poor dog?
Think I'll go die in my house of mud
Think I'll go die in my house of mud
'Cause lately I've been dreaming and I do believe it's time
Think I'll go die in my house of mud
I Adore
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1990s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Grunge, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Bar, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Drinking, Garage, Garage Band, Intimate, Introspective, Moody, Searching, Seattle, Seedy, Story Tellers, Struggle, Tired
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
88
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Adore
I Adore
You are the one that I adore
You are the one I came here for
You are the one that keeps me thinking
You are the reason I'm here drinking
You pull me down into the shade
You call me out on my charade
Guess all my roots are ill begotten
Drunken cowboys are soon forgotten
Sit down, shut up, don't waste your time
Hold on. You're so gone, throw me a line
You are the one that I adore
You are the one I came here for
You are... You are... You are the one
I Suppose
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Bar, Breakup, Depression, Drinking, Heart Broken, Leaving, Story Tellers
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
121
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Suppose
I Suppose
I suppose I should clear out my things
Tuck my head between my tail and just go home
'Cause every time I refuse to unwind
It all comes crashing down on me endlessly
Doo doo doo in the morning
Doo doo doo in the evening
They go walking two by two
A walking dream of you and me
I suppose I should clear out these clothes
They've been hanging in the street for everyone to see
Doo doo doo in the morning
Doo doo doo in the evening
They go walking two by two
A stalking dream of you and me
Johnson County Snow
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Country, Female Vocal, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Iowa, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Wurlitzer Electric Piano
BPM:
123
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Johnson County Snow
Johnson County Snow
She got older, and you can't hold her Her higher calling takes her slowly out the door To some oasis, where you can't follow You're just a shadow of the man she knew before
She said she'd write soon, when she got settled Like the lovers who pretend they'll stay good friends The smell is fading from the pillow The dying flowers that you don't know where to send
Lay down, Lay down
So come on back stage, amongst the ashtrays I'm sure you'll finds somewhere to sleep now Clementine The phone's a ringing, come early morning You best be running now to make it out on time
Lay down, Lay down
Come back someday, and we'll go driving Out to Solon, where we blew out long ago You'll be laughing and I'll be older Still contented in this Johnson County Snow
Lay down, Lay down
Just Shoot Me
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
102
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Just Shoot Me
Just Shoot Me
I've been walking in my hometown
And I keep tripping on memories of you
And now you're long gone and I'm still reeling
Mining deeper shades of blue
I walk these same old streets
And I eat the same old meats
But I don't cook them, like me, they're raw straight through
Yeah my hearts already gone and my body can't have long
So go on and shoot me, so the rest of me can die
I don't sleep now, and I don't eat now
I keep catching glimpses of you
Now you're long gone, and I'm still talking
To some ghost of a girl that I once knew
Yeah I walk these same old streets
And I keep the same old beats
But I don't cook them, like me, they're raw straight through
My hearts already gone and my body can't have long
So go on shoot me, so the rest of me can die
Go on shoot me, so the rest of me can die
Kin
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Family, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
111
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Kin
Kin
Bad wind blowing, it scratches the skin
Can't take the high road, it's washed out again
Nineteen years old girl, covered in sin
You left on your own, now you can't get back in
Momma poor momma been cryin' for days
Poppa's just drinking, he won't mention your name
Preacher won't talk now to sister and me
Can't let you fall out of the family tree
How long will you stay away? Could we hope for tomorrow?
Would you come back today?
Down home but not in touch with your kin
You left on your own, now you can't get back in
Bad wind blowing, it scratches the skin
Can't take the high road, it's washed out again
Nineteen years old girl, covered in sin
You left on your own, now you can't get back in
Momma poor momma just sits by the grave
Poppa won't mention this mess that you made
Preacher won't talk now to sister and me
Can't let you fall out of the family tree
Last Call
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Heartland, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar
BPM:
118
Key:
D
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Last Call
Last Call
What went wrong with your Rock-n-Roll? Did it tear you down? Take a toll?
The neon girls and the alcohol
Out all night
Last call
Yeah she's the prettiest girl in town, but she always runs you down, late at night when you're not around.
And she's got the tattooed ankle, she's got the tattooed ass, she's always laughing, Lord I think she's on the grass.
But what went wrong with your Rock-n-Roll? Did she take your heart? Did you lose control?
'Cause I remember those nights, with you under the lights, you tore our hearts out and you laughed with delight.
With your sweat running down, cigarette butts on the ground, you were magic when you moved to the sound.
Now you just hide yourself away, with nothing new to say, you leave us hanging with these whiskey clichés.
And that's the worst way to be, 'cause everyday it's all we see, while we're swimming 'round in mediocrity.
But I remember those nights, with you under the lights, yeah you were smiling you can't deny you had it right.
Crazy dancing all around, the chaos coming down, yeah you were magic when we moved to the sound.
So what went wrong with your Rock-n-Roll? Did it tear you down? Take a toll?
Least I'm Not Alone
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Bar, Blue Collar, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drinking, Heartland, Introspective, Mid West, Nebraska, Railroad, Reflective, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Spanish Flavor, Story Tellers, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train Beat, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar
Year Recorded:
2016
BPM:
95
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Least I'm Not Alone
So I jumped off here distally
There's nothing like the harmony
of knowing that the farthest point of origin will protect me
From all the empty promises
All the things that speak to me
and it's OK if I just stay at home
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
And I don't mind if you're not really here
I know it's truncated but clear
for all the world see
That you're here staring back at me
Hoping for some lateral device to pull the covers from my eyes
'Cause all these layers come and go
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
And night time's when it all starts getting strange
Wish I could simple rearrange that little part of me that lusts for the lobotomy
I need a little talking to and that's the door that you come through
To keep this boy from sinking like a stone
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
And I don't mind if you're not really here
I know you're nothing I should fear.
The world don't have to see that you're here standing next to me
'Cause I jumped off here distally
and there's nothing like the harmony of all these layers singing me back home
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
Leave It Here
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
111
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Leave It Here
What if you don't love me?
Like I love you?
What if you don't want me?
Like I want you?
Would you meet me in the middle?
Or love me just a little?
Just enough girl... to keep me around?
When you come walking right up to me
And I'm so blinded I can't see
That you don't love me
No you don't love me
Do you dear?
So let's be clear
Would you meet me in the middle?
Or love me just a little?
Just enough girl... to keep me around?
You come waltzing right up to me
You lean in on me and I can barely breathe
But you don't love me
No you don't love me
Do you dear?
So let's be clear
That you don't love me
No you don't love me
Do you dear?
Let's just leave it here...
Like A Rose
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Ballad, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Back Porch, Ballad, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Guitar
BPM:
94
Key:
G
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Like A Rose
I've been drunk and I've been dry. I prefer the former 'cause the latter makes me cry. But it's all gone when Mama sighs. She knows I'm out here every single night.
And I loved you like a rose. That's been picked and is dry as my nose. I should turn you loose I suppose. 'Cause there's no music left for us... To compose.
And these hands don't work no more. Some days I feel death coming, coming like a whore. Who has been left outside too long. Never worried 'bout ever being wrong. Are you ever worried 'bout ever being wrong?
Little Miss Cheetah
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Americana, Alternative Country, Alternative Folk, Americana, Country, Folk, Folk Rock, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
58
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Little Miss Cheetah
My table's number 264
They let me come early
I slide in through the backstage door
For my little Miss Cheetah
My baby works all night long
She's moving and shaking and dancing
To the Whitesnake songs
My little Miss Cheetah
With her silvery tassels that are drawing heat
On a Schwinn low-rider with banana seat
My Little Miss Cheetah
She'll take you anywhere she wants to
And hide out with all the things that haunt you
But she wants you Like a tattoo
My baby sleeps all day long
We try to keep quiet when we notice the curtains are drawn
For my Little Miss Cheetah
She never gets away for long
Sometimes she goes crazy
And she drive til the money's all gone
My Little Miss Cheetah
With her silvery tassels that are drawing heat
On a Schwinn low-rider with banana seat
My Little Miss Cheetah
She'll take you anywhere she wants to
And hide out with all the things that haunt you
But she wants you Like a tattoo
My table's number 264
They let me come early I slide in through the backstage door
For my little Miss Cheetah
Long White Dress
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Memphis, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
122
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Long White Dress
Long White Dress
Come on back from Memphis, come on back to me I know it's too cold way up north but it's where I'm supposed to be I said now come on darling, come back to your man I said no long white dress is gonna make you understand
Come on back now darling, come on back to me Get right on that midnight train, from Memphis, Tennessee I said I know that you're out there looking for some higher ground But if your momma hasn't taught you girl you should of learned a bit by now
Don't wait 'til tomorrow, I need you today The telephone's been a ringing girl but I can't hear what you say I said I know that you're out there looking for a little more And if you don't come around I'm gonna camp right outside your door
Come on back from Memphis, come on back to me I know it's too cold way up north but it's where I'm supposed to be I said now come on darling, come back to your man I said no long white dress is gonna make you understand
Mehaffey Bridge
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Rockabilly, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Desperado, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Slide Guitar
BPM:
87
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Mehaffey Bridge
Mehaffey Bridge
So come on Annie, I've been thinking
We should find some time
I don't know but I would say
It's not a waste of time
And that's what gets me, that's what gets me
That's what gets me down to Two Bells Road
Come on Johnny, meet me halfway
Down to Mehaffey Bridge
We'll go jumpin' and we'll go swimming
I've got lots to give I won't deny I want to see you in the sun
And that's what gets me, that's what gets me
That's what gets me down to Two Bells Road
Come on sister, I won't see you
When you're lying there
And I don't think so, but I won't say no
I don't really care I see it coming out tonight
When the sun goes down
And that's what gets me, that's what gets me
That's what gets me down to Two Bells Road
So come on Annie, meet me halfway
Down to Mehaffey Bridge
We'll go jumping and we'll go swimming
I've got lots to give I won't deny I want to see you in the sun...
Mommy Was A Punk Rock Queen
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
100
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Mommy Was A Punk Rock Queen
Have you ever seen her when she walks into the room?
Better keep your eyes below her boy she'll cut you in two
And she won't even notice if you try and catch her eye
Yeah she knows all you local boys, you best not even try
She still wants to be anarchy
And every day come 5 o'clock, she'll be downtown belly-up
At any happy hour that will still have her around
She's a bit past 54 and she don't pogo anymore
The tattoos they're all fading and she can't afford to score
She still wants to be anarchy
But have you seen her?
Have you seen her smile?
She's got staples in her cheeks, and she thinks that Nirvana's weak
The Pistols and the Misfits is all she will listen to
Yeah Mommy was a punk rock girl, chase her down and she might hurl
That venom you've been looking for but you know you'll never use
She still wants to be anarchy
But have you seen her?
Have you seen her?
Have you seen her smile?
Mrs. Brown
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Harmonica, Slide Guitar
BPM:
95
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Mrs. Brown
Mrs. Brown
Take that horse pill and shoot it right down
Get so high you might lift off the ground
But don't you come calling when you need to come down
No I can't take that old Mrs. Brown
Go out walkin' alone by yourself
I know you'll find someone who thinks they can help
But they will just bag you and put you on a shelf
No you can't trust that old Mrs. Brown
Hey I don't mean to pry
But it looks like you're slipping back now
And I won't hide if you decide
But I won't let you pull me back now
Fire started late Saturday night
You didn't remember that whiskey would light
Oh but as you went down you would laugh with delight
That you can't trust that old Mrs. Brown
Can't trust that old Mrs. Brown
Not In Iowa
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Classic Rock, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Desperado, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Southern, Spaghetti Western, Spanish, Spanish Flavor, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Accordion, Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
110
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Not In Iowa
I left my country home, I left the fields and plains
To feel the desert wind, escape the rain
But she saw me coming from a thousand miles away
She took my hand and asked my name
She led me to her house and fed me Spanish wine
And up 'till then I'd of swore I was doing fine
But she said you never smile and it's starting to creep me out
I should have listened to my doubt
So take that gun and make me swallow
And I'll be smiling forevermore
My head is spinning and my eyes can't find the door
I'm not in Iowa anymore
I miss my country home, I miss the corn and beans
This sand it's in my lungs, I could really use some rain
She turned the lights down and crept up close to me
So I would feel what I could not see
Just take that gun and make me swallow
And I'll be smiling forevermore
My hands are tied now and my feet won't touch the floor
I'm not in Iowa anymore
Not in Iowa anymore...
Old Car
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Old Car, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Harmonica
BPM:
107
Key:
E
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Old Car
Old Car
Got me an old car, so I don't get out that far
I love my old car, love my old car
And I think she loves me, I think she loves me She loves me
Got this dumpy little small town bar
They sit me in the corner and let me strum on my guitar
I keep my eyes closed, keep my eyes closed
That way no one knows, where my mind goes
And she loves me
Don't you want that brass ring?
So you could have all those things?
All you got's a cheap little pawnshop wedding ring
Just a cheap little pawnshop wedding ring
But I got everything, I got everything
She loves me
Think I'll keep this old car, I don't really need to get out all that far
I'll keep my eyes closed, driving with my eyes closed
That way no one knows, when I come and go
And she loves me
She loves me...
Plain Jane
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Americana, Alternative Country, Americana, Heartland Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Southern Rock
Keywords:
Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Emotional, Gritty, Guitar Solo, Heartland, Love, Mid West, Relationship, Roadhouse, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Strong, Struggle, Tough, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Vagabond, Whiskey, Wife, Women, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
94
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Plain Jane
You're so plain Jane
And you're so strange Jane
Don't ever change, ever Jane
You won't walk Jane
And you won't talk Jane
Don't ever change, ever Jane
She's just the one to relieve you of your gun
She will kick you in your head
When you're on your podium
She's wants the world, just your ordinary girl
You won't find her in the restroom
With her diamonds and her pearls
You won't say Jane
And you won't play Jane
Don't ever change, ever Jane
And you're so strange Jane
You're so plain Jane
Don't ever change, ever Jane
Don't ever change, ever Jane
Do you recall when she took you by the balls?
And she hung you from ceiling
Hung you from the walls
You know you love her
And you cannot live without that Jane
Can't live without that Jane
Pray For Rain
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Category:
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Subcategories:
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Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums
BPM:
119
Key:
E
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Pray For Rain
Pray For Rain
I know a man
His name is John
He works hard and he works long
He gets up early every day
Tends the cattle and he hauls the hay
Goes to church most every Sunday
On the same pews where his Daddy prayed
He gets down on his knees
And Lord he prays, Lord he prays
He prays for rain
'Cause it's been dry, most every day
Of this long summer and Lord there's been pain
All through this valley and on our plain
His wife is angry cause the bills aren't paid
So he walk down to his dried out river bed
And Lord he prays, Lord he prays
He prays for rain
Lord he prays, Lord he prays
He prays for rain
Quiet Tonight
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
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Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Brooding, Countryside, Dark, Depressed, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Dusty, Empty, Falling Out Of Love, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Lonely, Longing, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rough, Sad, Searching, Seedy Motel, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
41
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
2/4
Lyrics:
Quiet Tonight
Quiet Tonight
I don't like my website cause it's like my love life, so out of date and the content's not right.
But I still write letters that I'll never send, I prefer email when I'm smitten again.
We fall down slide on down get those memories out of sight, and it's quiet so quiet tonight.
Darling I've fallen right out of love, I know you weren't looking so sorry to shove.
The smell on the pillow when I turn out the light, tells me it's over but won't tell me it's right.
We fall down slide on down keep those memories out of sight, and it's quiet so quiet tonight.
Just cause it's older. don't make it better. Your masters degree has been wearing on me.
I don't like my website cause it's like my love life, so out of date and the content's not right...
Run Again
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1990s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Entertainment News Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Bar, Beer, College, Dive Bar, Drinking, Energetic, Energy, Fraternity, Free, Fun, Party, Road Trip, School's Out, Spring Break, Summer, Summer Vacation, Teen, Upbeat
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
78
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Run Again
Run Again
Hear 'em coming all the way out
Yeah run again
Now you're slumming
Turned around and back out in the mix
Yeah come again
Ahhh...Ahhh...Ahhh
Now you're gunning, hold it down
Pick up both those feet
Girl run again
Young and stunning, twirl around
Hold on to the beat
Stung again
Ahh...Ahhh...Ahh
Hear 'em coming all the way out
Yeah run again
Now you're coming
Back out for the fix
Yeah hung again
Ahh...Ahhh...Ahhh
Silver & Gold
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, City, Cool, Crime, Criminal, Danger, Dirty, Down Home, Drifter, Drinking, Energetic, Fear, Gritty, Heartland, Legend, Mid West, Mysterious, Myth, Roadhouse, Rough, Seedy, Sexy, Shadows, Sleazy, Southern, Streets, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Vagabond, Villain, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
120
Key:
E
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Silver & Gold
Tempted Sur with silver, tempted Sur with gold
And all the earthly pleasures, man could ever hold
He came up from Virginia, with his walking cane
Stayed out on the sideroads, so know one'd know his name
Some people said he was skinny, he'd just say he was lean
When them whiskey drinking mommas catch sight
He's the best they've ever seen
Yeah we're talking midnight, Daddy's not around
Church bells are ringing, without a sound
So get on back to Virginia, leave them girls alone
Stay out on the side roads, Delta coming home
Some people said he was skinny, he'd just say he was lean
When them whiskey drinking mommas catch sight
He's the best they've ever seen
Sleep Now Angel
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Lullaby, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Sleep, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar
BPM:
102
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sleep Now Angel
Sleep Now Angel
Sleep now angel, darling don't you cry
Mama's coming, dry your weary eyes
Sing with Papa, hold my hand so tight
Sleep now angel drift into the night
Sleep.... Sleep... Sleep....
Sleep now angel, darling don't you cry
Someone Cries
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Desperado, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
110
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Someone Cries
Someone Cries
It's gonna be a long cold winter
Feel it on the wind tonight
The leaves are on the ground down near the gutter
The skies are gray and everything has died
I never went out looking for your affection
It's all fun and games 'til someone cries
I must have looked like I needed some protection
My clothes all dirty ragged and tired
But I was on my feet I had some direction
Had enough to eat, yeah I was doing fine
I never went out looking for your attention
It's all fun and games 'till someone cries...
Sometimes
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Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
114
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sometimes
Sometimes
Is it all that you wanted? Is it all that you deserve?
'Cause you're not newly broken hearted, funny how it still hurts
I'd like to see you if you come back around
I'd like to see you show yourself in town
I'd like to see you sometime sometime
Do you go back to those pastures? Where you first gave it away?
Do you paint your disappointment? Are you gonna make it pay?
I'd like to see you if you come back around
I'd like to see you show your stuff in town
I'd like to see you sometime sometime
I don't know what you're thinking. I don't know where you go
It's not my fault, it's not my problem, but I wanted you to know
I still miss you sometimes sometimes
I'd like to see you sometime sometime
Sunday Afternoon
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Boxcar, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Travel, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
96
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sunday Afternoon
Sunday Afternoon
Yesterday was just like any other day it came and it was gone to the left, corner of my eye And I felt so unusual, having never stayed up To see the dawn going down, west coast eyes And I don't want you in the morning And I won't see you on your Sunday afternoon
Have you ever seen a Midwest sky late at night? When the rain starts coming down, it takes away your sight And you can run for cover as you try to run and hide You might scramble through the bushes to try and find some light But I don't want you in the morning And I won't see you on your Sunday afternoon
Hey now, do you really want to be? Hey now could you really forsake me? No I don't want you in the morning I won't see you on your Sunday afternoon
Well I ran into nothing Thursday afternoon He came up through the basement, came into my room So you're the one that says he only takes what he can get And leaves us on the sidewalk, a fading cigarette No I don't want you in the morning And I won't see you on your Sunday afternoon
So yesterday was just like any other day It came and it was gone to the left, corner of my eye And I felt so unusual, it was almost inconceivable I'd stayed up through the moonlight, west coast thighs But I don't want you in the morning And I won't see you on your Sunday afternoon
Hey now, do you really want to be? Hey now could you really forsake me? No I don't want you in the morning I won't see you on your Sunday afternoon
Take Me 2 My Home
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Explicit Lyrics, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Home, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
82
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Take Me 2 My Home
Take Me 2 My Home
Out here in the country, we don't got much to do
And I don't have much ambition, I'd rather lie here with you
No I don't like the city, the bright lights don't appeal
They all tend to smell shitty, nothing like a green field
Take me to my home,
Take me to my home
You know we're all alone, so get yourself off of roam
And take me to my home
And I won't stand on tradition
I know that nothing can last
Still too young for nostalgia, I won't live in the past
There ain't nothing before here and there ain't nothing behind
I'm right here in this moment, staring it down, taking my sweet time
Take me to my home,
Take me to my home
You know we're all alone, so get yourself off of roam
And take me to my home
Tell Me Quickly
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Boxcar, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Travel, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
83
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Tell Me Quickly
Tell Me Quickly
Tell me quickly, tell me now
I've seen your face but I don't know how
Maybe somewhere from the road
You were not young and you were not old
Take my hand child, don't be afraid
'Cause I done seen those mines you've laid
And I'll just walk right over them
Jump around and come back again
'Cause all I really need is those little bees
To pollinate my little trees
That come up to my daughter's knees
She falls down laughing with the glee
That only children understand
When mud's been oozing through their hands
And bugs become their only friends
Watch them all come back again
It's no mystery I go insane
When that girl walks through the flame
Like she's done a million times
She comes right back for another try
Take it off, strip it down
Like buffalos lying on the ground
They never run and they never hide
They make you feel like crap inside
So tell me quickly, tell me now
I've seen your face, I don't know how
Maybe somewhere from the road
You were not young and you were not old
Take it off and lie it down
Leave them clothes there on the ground
Take my bones and take them home
I don't think I'll go alone
Tell Me (You're The One)
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Boxcar, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Home, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Open Road, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Travel, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
143
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Tell Me (You're The One)
Tell Me (You're the One)
Tell me you're the one that'll always drive me crazy
Tell me you're the one that still wants to have my baby
Tell me you're the one that never has to fake it
When you say that it's alright I could not make it
Tell me I could stop this any time I want to
Tell me I got heart, enough to drive a truck through
Tell me I can go on sleeping if I need to
Tell me I could hang it up and just come on home to you. To you
'Cause I just can't smile anymore
Tell me I could walk away from these hot lights
Tell me I could leave that neon late night
Tell me I should do whatever I want to
Dig a ditch, hell you don't care, as long as I come home to you.
To you To you To you
Tell me I'm the one that never leaves you lonely
Tell I'm the one, that one true one and only
Tell me it's alright that I don't shed tears to cry
Tell me I'm the one that'll always make you happy
Tell me I'm the one that always leaves you laughing
Tell me I'm the one you're dreaming of late at night
Straight out of our minds, straight out of our minds
Tell me you're the one that'll always drive me crazy
Tell me you're the one that still wants to have my baby
Tell me I'm the one you're dreaming of late at night
Tiny Angel
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Boxcar, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
137
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Tiny Angel
Tiny Angel
You won't tell me when we're going, you won't tell me when we're there
And you never stop to take a breath, Lord knows it's only air
You go down sweet Virginia into that darkness that I know
That's why we're always together when they shoo us out the door
Of some bar where we'll find shelter from those stars there as they blink
With the sidewalk rolling round and round as we walk up to the brink
of that trouble you know it's coming 'cause this town knows that's in store
And if I had an ounce of sense I suppose I'd walk right out the door
But I watch her as she stumbles through the headlights and the glass
And I see a tiny angel that used to pray with me at Mass
Didn't know then that she'd be running from the hard light of the sun
That she'd never find the comfort of those mornings when we were young
So go on down now sweet Virginia with your silly drunken stare
I'll be here come closing time, you know I'm always there
To try and round up all those pieces maybe keep them in one place
Hold you through those nightmares and the changes on your face
But I'm always there come morning when you're lying on the mend
'Cause you'll be up come sundown to do it all again
Too Late
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Pop, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Slide Guitar
BPM:
85
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Too Late
Too Late
Ever just want to walk away?
Heard her say
Just for the day
Or is too late?
Ever just want a sunny day to fade to grey?
Can't find the shade
You're knowing it's too late?
Ever just want to walk away?
Instead you stay
To give it one more day
Knowing it's too late
Ever just want to run away?
Heard her say
Just for the day
Or is it too late?
Baa Baa Baa
Ever just want to walk away?
Heard her say
Just for the day
Or is too late?
Upside Down
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Ballad, Bar, Blue Collar, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drinking, Fields, Heartland, Intimate, Introspective, Mid West, Monotonous, Moody, Roadhouse, Rough, Routine, Sad, Searching, Southern, Struggle, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
66
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Upside Down
Wake up in the morning, go to bed when it gets dark
Spend your days out in the sunshine, punching in your clock
Don't you ever get tired? Doing the same thing day after day?
And don't you know there's a big world out there calling out your name?
I can't slow down, take the time and I might get turned around
I can't go down, I'll find a way to end up upside down
What if they came calling? Would you finally get away?
Or would you hide in your routinized life?
With nothing more to say?
'Cause lately you been quiet, when conversation come your way
Just keep your eyes down near the gravel
There's lots of work to do today
I can't slow down, take the time and I might get turned around
I can't go down, I'll find a way to end up upside down
Walk Away
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
88
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Walk Away
So she don't love me that way
There's nothing left to do tonight but turn and walk away
And find some quiet little space
And pray to God I never have to see her pretty face
Again, Lord not again
Been down this road before I swore I'd never come again
Still too young to not be moved
Too old to be improved
Out here in the middle we got too damn much to lose
I know I'm not pretty enough
Lord knows I'm not rich enough
But keep it simple girl and I just might keep up
Again, Lord not again
Been down her road so many times It hardly seemed a sin
No she don't love me like that
Ahh the pregnant pause
Staring at the walls and I can't take those words back
I should keep my big mouth shut
Where's my Iowa? Hold it in boy And let the liquor prop you up
Again, Lord not again
Been down that road before
I swore I'd never come again
No she don't love me that way
There's nothing left to do tonight
But turn and walk away...
Waterloo
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Boxcar, Countryside, Dark, Deep South, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drinking, Farm, Gritty, Guns, Heartland, Hobo, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Raw, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Story Teller, Struggle, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
70
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Waterloo
Hear you cryin' 'bout the things that you ain't got
How you been lusting for those things that you have not
You must be country, I can tell the way you dress
Don't let that city take away your happiness
Don't think you ever know what you're walkin' out into
You're too young and full of cum to think things all the way through
Stand straight, cockeyed sure and give that deadly stare
Silly wife beatin' t-shirt is all you ever wear
Get on down water, down water, down in Waterloo
Down water, down water, down in Waterloo
Tripped on a hickory stump, fell on a loaded gun
Yeah the walkin' shoes and the river blues
Only heaven knows what the dead men know
Heaven knows where the dead men go
Wake up late at night, pull yourself from sleep
Go out to the river's edge, where you know it's deep
You'll think you're dreaming as you take the first step down
With sliding ankles and frozen faces all around
Get on down water, down water, down in Waterloo
Down water, down water, down in Waterloo
Tripped on a hickory stump, fell on a loaded gun
Yeah the walkin' shoes and the river blues
Only heaven knows what the dead men know
Heaven knows where the dead men go
West Side
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar
BPM:
111
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
West Side
West Side
I come from the west side of this sleepy little town
With a river in the middle and the water comes down brown
Now I live on the east side, it's not so different at all
The houses tend to be older here, and mine's a little small
But I got my garden on my little bit of land
With the cabbage and the rhubarb coming up through my two hands
And now a days I'm working more, I don't get downtown as much
It tends to makes me feel older than I am and a little bit out of touch
They put so many parking lots where the old buildings used to be
It's not the image that I carry from my days of being footloose and fancy free
I know I'm complaining but I always love to get back home
Having coffee with my parents in the morning is the stuff that fuels my soul
'Cause they brought me to the west side of this sleepy little town
With the river in the middle and the water comes down brown
When I Die
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
118
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
When I Die
No I don't mind leaving this all behind
At most my regrets are few Will I come undone when the lightening comes?
Or will I lay down there like a little child?
And will you hold my hand 'till I understand?
When I die Lord, when I die?
Holy, Save Me, Forgive me my wrongs
Touch me, Gently, Turn me to dust
No I don't mind leaving this all behind
Always tried to give more than take
Will you comfort me if I need to see?
My poor family with more than they can take?
Would you walk with me, will you guarantee it?
When I die Lord, when I die?
When I die Lord, when I die?
Holy, Save Me, Forgive me my wrongs
Touch me, Gently, Turn me to dust
Where I Come From
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
110
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Where I Come From
Where I come from we don't walk too proud
We don't talk too loud...when we talk at all
Where I come from we keep one eye on the sky
And the local weatherman always seems to make us cry
For the corn, and the weed, and the beans
Where I come from folks don't tend to stick around
There ain't too much going on
In this sleepy little town
Where I come from we're up dawn 'til dusk
In the cold and the rain with the snow and the dust
For the corn, and the weed, and the beans
Don't tell us how to be Don't tread on me
Where I come from folks they always say hi
When they shake your hand
They look you in the eye
Where I come from we don't lock our doors
We have more than enough
And don't need anymore
From the corn, and the weed, and the beans
From the corn, and the weed, and the beans
Where's The Love
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Waltz, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
83
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
3/4
Lyrics:
Where's The Love
I know you can't love me
I still wish you could
I know you won't call me
But I was hoping that you would
I don't know your questions
I won't judge your sins
Your answer is always money
Has it always been?
Wheres the love, where's the love?
Where's your Love?
Where's the love?
Momma she told me I'd meet one like you
Who'd break me to pieces and leave me Without any glue
So show me the novel that you'll never write
I'll show you the poet I'm sleeping with tonight
Wheres the love, where's the love?
Where's your Love?
Where's the love?
I know you can't love me
I still wish you could
I know you won't call me
But I was praying that you would
Whisker Brain
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Ballad, Indie Singer Songwriter, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Alcohol, Ballad, Bar, Bluesy, Dark, Depression, Down, Drinking, Graveyard, Hell, Homeless, Introspective, Melancholy, Mid West, Moody, Reflective, Relationship ending, Rough, Sad, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Southern Gothic, Spaghetti Western, Spooky, Story Tellers, Struggle, Tired, Tough, Trouble
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Lap Steel Guitar
BPM:
63
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Whisker Brain
She said she can't stay here anymore
She said she can't stay here anymore
She done run down to Arkansas
And left me stranded with her Ma
She said she can't stay here anymore
She said I been creepin' down the well
She said I been creepin' down the well
She said I don't pray no more
And she don't like what I'm lookin' for
She says that I'm going straight to hell
She says I got whiskers on my brain
She says I got whiskers on my brain
She says I don't pray no more
And I'll be burnin' that's for sure
She says I got whiskers on my brain
But she said she thinks God could cut 'em off
She says she thinks God could cut 'em off
But I'm afraid of that blade
And all the changes it might make
She says she thinks God could cut 'em off
Whisker Brain..
Wild Love
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Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
126
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wild Love
Wild Love
Ain't nothing special about it
So go on and shout it when you walk in the room
Don't need to worry 'bout your mama
No your papa he won't be home soon
Now the room is spinning
You're beginning to see the night turn to day
The sweat it runs together
Yeah he's thinking you might give it away.
Ain't nothing to it so girl just do it now...
You think you're something special
God's gift when your hips start to sway
You feel him sliding over
A spinning collection on promises made
Yeah there ain't nothing to it so girl just do it now...
Ain't nothing to it so girl just do it now...
All right
Okay
Tonight
Don't wait
Wild love Wild love Wild love Wild love.....
Yonder
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
93
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Yonder
Lookey lookey yonder
Lookey lookey here
You used to call me your good friend
Now you call me dear
With that lipstick stain
Up and down my cheek
Your hair undone
Lord I go weak
Lookey Lookey yonder
Lookey lookey here
I know that you don't love me
So lets be clear
When you call my name
Our sweat don't lie
Your hair undone
Under Midwest skies
Lookey Lookey yonder
Lookey lookey here
You used to call me your good friend
Some day you'll call me dear
You Don't Say
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Backwoods, Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, City, Cool, Crime, Danger, Dirty, Down Home, Drifter, Drinking, Gritty, Heartland, Highway, Introspective, Legend, Mid West, Open Road, Outlaw, Poetic, Roadhouse, Rough, Seedy, Sleazy, Southern, Streets, Tears, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Travel, Trouble, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar
BPM:
96
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Don't Say
It started in the garden with Daisy
Near your Mama's heart and roses
Feel the Indy rain, it cleans me
See the falling snow come down, it blinds, now it blinds
You don't say, you don't say
Irreverent writer, I read you
Button down and tied, IQ divine
Can you feel me breathing behind you
Have you ever rocked your feet in time, now not in time
You don't say, you don't say
There's a river running between us
There's a mountain growing behind
Hear your Mama calling, she's praying
See the tears, they fall down now they blind, now they blind
You don't say, you don't say
Young American
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
100
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Young American
Young American
He don't like working, he just likes smoking He don't like voting but he'll tell you what he wants He don't like Sundays and he don't like Mondays He don't like nothing, his Daddy taught him that
How's the wind blow, with that Nintendo Blowing though his holy sacred quiet room? And do you really, need to be haunted? Can't you see the truth that's there in front of you?
He's just a young American, down on his knees just a young American, he won't say please just a young American, down on his luck just a young American, don't give a...
Lately no one will go out riding To raise that cain you thought you'd always have and own Now it's too crowded and no one's listening And while they're talking you'd rather be alone
He's just a young American, down on his knees just a young American, he won't say please just a young American, down on his luck just a young American, don't give a...
It gets so quiet when you're sleeping Hard to imagine that you're still here anyway The morning's harder, with swollen ashtrays They take you down a notch and start you on your way
He's just a young American, down on his knees just a young American, he won't say please just a young American, down on his luck just a young American, don't give a...
Your Caboose
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Boxcar, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Evil, Farm, Heartland, Hobo, Introspective, Mean, Mid West, Railroad, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Story Teller, Struggle, Swamp, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Trouble, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
121
Key:
D
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Your Caboose
You say I'm lazy and you say I'm slow
You talk to me with words you know that I won't know
You're so lovely darling, but you're so cruel
Parade me around this town
Your private king of fools
That's just how it's supposed to be
That's just how it's supposed to be
So take me with you darling, you've got to choose
If you don't want me you can always cut me loose
You're so lovely darling, but you're so cruel
Lets go dancing out on your caboose
That's just how it's supposed to be
That's just how it's supposed to be
You're Gone
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock & Roll
Keywords:
Annoyed, Attitude, Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, City, Crazy, Crime, Down Home, Drifter, Drinking, Drunk, Fear, Fed Up, Freaking Out, Gone, Gritty, Grungy, Guns, Heartland, Hometown, Mean, Mid West, Roadhouse, Rough, Screaming, Seedy, Sleazy, Snotty, Southern, Streets, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
123
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You're Gone
Stay away from my house
Stay away from my lawn
Quit bugging my boss
Quit calling my mom
You know you're just too drunk
To even know that you're gone
Quit calling my phone
Hanging up all the time
You think that I don't know
You're just wasting your time
Stay away from my house
Stay away from my lawn
Quit bugging my boss
Stay away from my mom
Stay away from my car
Stay away from my dog
You know before I met you
I used to sleep like a log
You know you're just too nuts
To even know that you're gone
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