Tracks Similar To Savin' Up For Saturday Night
You Knock Me Flat
Artist(s): Joel & Rich
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Writer(s):
Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50% / Richard Levinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Tinnitus Music (BMI) 16.66% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.67%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
1950s, 1960s, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Oldies, Rock, Rock & Roll
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Boogie Woogie, Dance, Dating, Diner, First Kiss, Fun, Heartland, High School, Jitterbug, Jukebox, Love, Motorcycle, Nostalgia, Party, Playful, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Shag Dancing, Sock Hop, Southern, Truck Stop, Up
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Piano
BPM:
88
Key:
C
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Knock Me Flat
You Knock Me Flat
Well I've kissed a girl or two but I got something to say
I never met a girl could make me feel this way
You touched me once and I was one gone cat
'Cause when we kissed.....you knocked me flat
My legs are getting shaky and my temperature's higher
I'm acting kinda crazy like a man on fire
That this could happen to me can you imagine that
And when we kiss....you knock me flat
Now hold me just a little tighter feel my pounding heart
Hold me just a little tighter 'cause I'm falling apart
You better stick around to catch me when I hit the mat
'Cause when we kiss....you knock me flat
Now hold me just a little tighter feel my pounding heart
Hold me just a little tighter 'cause I'm falling apart
You better stick around to catch me when I hit the mat
'Cause when we kiss....you knock me flat, yes you do
Ooh now baby now you knock me flat, uh, uh ha
Uh baby now you knock me flat, uh, uh ha
Uh baby now you knock me flat, uh, uh ha
You gotta ca-ca-ca-ca catch me when I hit the mat
'Cause when we kiss....you knock me flat
Redheads, Brunettes And Blondes
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow & the Boys from Home
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.33% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.33%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Blue Collar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Driving, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Happy, Heartland, Jukebox, Line Dance, Money, Motorcycle, Party, Playful, Promo, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Sports, Texas, Toe Tapping, Tough, Travel, Truck Stop, Upbeat, Western, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Piano
BPM:
78
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Redheads, Brunettes And Blondes
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Some guys like what they can buy
With the almighty dollar bill
Fancy clothes, fancy cars
And a big house on the hill
Well all I need is the simple things
To keep me goin' strong
Rock 'n Roll music, ice cold beer
And Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Short and tall, I love them all
I wish they could all be mine
Thank God for those lovely women
Who like to party and have a good time
The way they walk, the way they talk
You know they really got it goin' on
Yeah the finest girls in the whole wide world are those
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Well I don't need no fashion queen
Or a multimillionaire
The thing that really turns me on
Is the color of their hair
You might say I'm picky
But I don't think that's wrong
Cause the only kind of girls I like
Are Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Short and tall, I love them all
I wish they could all be mine
Thank God for those lovely women
Who like to party and have a good time
The way they walk, the way they talk
You know they really got it goin' on
Yeah the finest girls in the whole wide world are those
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Solo
Short and tall, I love them all
I wish they could all be mine
Thank God for those lovely women
Who like to party all the time
The way they walk, the way they talk
You know they really got it goin' on
Yeah the finest girls in the whole wide world are those
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Yeah the finest girls in the whole wide world are those
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Ain't Love Hard Enough
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Robert McGilpin (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1990s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
America, Bar, Bills, Blue Collar, Classic, Domestic Dispute, Drinking, Family, Fighting, Forgiveness, Hard Luck, Heartland, In Love, Jukebox, Kids, Line Dance, Love Is Tough, Make up, Making Love, Money, Party, Paycheck, Redneck, Southern, Tough, Trouble, Trucks, Understanding, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano, Slide Guitar
Year Recorded:
1993
BPM:
112
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ain't Love Hard Enough
BOTH OF US WORKING EIGHT DAYS A WEEK
COME HOME SO TIRED WE HARDLY SPEAK
FUSSING AND FIGHTING OVER NOTHING AT ALL
AIN'T BUILDING BRIDGES JUST BUILDING WALLS
WHY DO WE MAKE IT SO DAMN TOUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH?
'CAUSE IT'S HARD ON ME AND IT'S HARD ON YOU
WE SHOULD BE LOVING LIKE WE USED TO DO
I DIDN'T KNOW THE ROAD COULD GET SO ROUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH
WHY MAKE IT HARDER THAN IT REALLY IS
THE WAY WE'RE LIVING AIN'T NO WAY TO LIVE
THE FIRE'S STILL BURNING BUT IT NEEDS SOME WOOD
WE GOT TO GET IT WHILE THE GETTING'S GOOD
DON'T HAVE TO MAKE IT SO DAMN TOUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH?
'CAUSE IT'S HARD ON ME AND IT'S HARD ON YOU
WE SHOULD BE LOVING LIKE WE USED TO DO
I DIDN'T KNOW THE ROAD COULD GET SO ROUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH
I'M CALLING A TRUCE, DON'T WANT TO HURT NO MORE
LET'S START MAKING LOVE INSTEAD OF WAR
'CAUSE IT'S HARD ON ME AND IT'S HARD ON YOU
WE SHOULD BE LOVING LIKE WE USED TO DO
I DIDN'T KNOW THE ROAD COULD GET SO ROUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH
Countryfied
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Robert McGilpin (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1990s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
America, Attitude, Backwoods, Bar, Blue Collar, City, Club, Confident, Deep South, Down Home, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Jukebox, Line Dance, Playful, Redneck, Roadhouse, Satisfied, Simple Life, Southern, Story, Toe Tapping, Truck Stop, Trucks, Upbeat, Work
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Dobro, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano, Slide Guitar
Year Recorded:
1992
BPM:
120
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Countryfied
DON'T WANT TO LIVE IN THE CITY
IT'S A COUNTRY LIFE FOR ME
I'VE SEEN ENOUGH TO KNOW
IT AIN'T A PLACE I WANT TO BE
LIVING IN THE FAST LANE
ALWAYS ON THE GO
THEY CAN HAVE THEIR FREEWAYS
I'LL TAKE A COUNTRY ROAD
GIVE ME A DOWN HOME WOMAN
A PIECE OF HEARTLAND
AN HONEST DAYS WORK
FOR A HARD WORKING MAN
IT'S A SIMPLE LIFE BUT I'M SATISFIED
I WAS BORN AND BREAD COUNTRIFIED
I DON'T NEED NO COMPUTER
I DON'T WEAR NO SUIT AND TIE
MY OFFICE IS A TRACTOR
'NEATH A BIG BLUE SKY
I DON'T WANT NO HIGH RISE
CLOSING IN ON ME
KEEP YOUR UPTOWN LIVING
ALL I'LL EVER NEED IS...
A DOWN HOME WOMAN
A PIECE OF HEARTLAND
AN HONEST DAYS WORK
FOR A HARD WORKING MAN
IT'S A SIMPLE LIFE BUT I'M SATISFIED
I WAS BORN AND BREAD COUNTRIFIED
YEAH I'M SATISFIED
BORN AND BAPTISED
A DOWN HOME WOMAN
A PIECE OF HEARTLAND
AN HONEST DAYS WORK
FOR A HARD WORKING MAN
IT'S A SIMPLE LIFE BUT I'M SATISFIED
I WAS BORN AND BREAD COUNTRIFIED
Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Artist(s): Dixon
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.33% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.33%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Blue Collar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Down Home, Driving, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Groove, Happy, Heartland, Jukebox, Line Dance, Money, Motorcycle, Playful, Promo, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Sports, Texas, Toe Tapping, Tough, Travel, Truck Stop, Upbeat, Western, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Piano
BPM:
108
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Hey you pretty ladies, are you checkin' me out
You know I'm the one your momma warned you about
Well I'm tough as nails, baddest man around
Girl if you wanna rock I'll turn your world upside down
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Then baby, I'm your man
I got an ol' Super B, cruise at 105
Pedal to the metal baby, it's the only way to drive
I live on the edge seven days a week
So come along honey if you can stand the heat
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Then baby, I'm your man
Girl I'm the baddest bone in the neighborhood
Nah, you don't need no George Thorogood
I'm gonna rock you every night and day
Make you forget about ol' Stevie Ray
So we're gonna party, past closing time
Still be goin strong when the sun starts to shine
We can shoot at the stars, howl at the moon
An' when it comes to lovin', we're gonna break all the rules
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Then baby, I'm your man
Friday Night Blues
Artist(s): Antoine LeGros
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Writer(s):
Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50% / Richard Levinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Tinnitus Music (BMI) 16.66% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.67%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1950s, 1960s, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Oldies, R&B, Rock & Roll
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Bayou, Boogie Woogie, Breakup, City, Diner, Easy Going, Emotional, Heartfelt, Heartland, Jukebox, Loss, Love, Memories, New Orleans, Relationship, Roadhouse, Sad, Sexy, Shag Dancing, Soulful, Southern, Weekend, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Piano, Saxophone
BPM:
102
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Friday Night Blues
Friday Night Blues
I work hard, everyday
When Friday comes just want to play
But I get the blues on Friday
I get the blues on Friday
'Cause everybody's having fun
But since you have been gone
I only get the Friday Night Blues
When you were here we'd have a ball
But now I got no one at all
So I get the blues on Friday
I get the blues on Friday
'Cause everybody's having fun
But since you have been gone
I only get the Friday Night Blues
When I get my check
Want to spend it, but heck
I miss how it was way back when
So Friday is blue
And Saturday too
And then I start the week all over again
I work hard, everyday
When Friday comes, just hide away
'Cause I get the blues on Friday
Yes I get the blues on Friday
'Cause everybody's having fun
But since you have been gone
I only get the Friday Night Blues
Real Life
Artist(s): Bonny Cameryn Moon & Chris Nole
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Writer(s):
Bonny Cameryn Moon (BMI) 50% / Chris J. Nole (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bar Room, Bayou, Blue Collar, Boots, Contemporary Country, Cowboy, Envy, Fantasy, Honky Tonk, Jukebox, Line Dance, Muscle Cars, Poor Boy Dreams, Redneck, Roadhouse, Struggle, Swamp
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ
BPM:
123
Key:
F
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Real Life
Real Life
My neighbor just pulled in his driveway
Sporting his new pair of wheels
With his Barbie Doll wife right there by his side
I can only imagine how good it feels
To have champagne filling your bathtub
And women worship at your feet
Filet mignon for dinner, never lift a finger
I can only imagine, it sounds so sweet
Chorus:
I want a Real Life
Where everything's perfect, and everything's free
I want a Real Life
Like everyone else but me
Blue skies, sun shining all the time
Money falling from the trees
Where the grass is green all year long
Not a cloud in sight, that's the way it should be
I walk around with holes in my pockets
Can't afford a new pair of pants
While everybody else is sipping cappuccino
At some little café in the south of France
Chorus
Bridge:
I've been waiting in line, now it's about time
Far as I'm concerned, I've already earned it
Ain't No Bad Time
Artist(s): Dixon
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.33% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.33%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Blue Collar, Classic, Club, Confident, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Jukebox, Line Dance, Party, Paycheck, Playful, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Texas, Tough, Truck Stop, Upbeat, Western, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Piano
BPM:
76
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ain't No Bad Time
Ain't No Bad Time
Fired from my job
Working for the man
Drove me to the limit
Well I do the best I can
I never liked him anyway
Now it looks like I'm free
I'm so happy I could sing
Ain't no bad time, for a good thing
Came home late
Whiskey on my breath
Baby said "Honey
You're just like all the rest"
She never liked me anyway
And that's all right with me
She tossed my bags, threw me my ring
Well there ain't no bad time, for a good thing
Ain't no bad time
Ain't no bad time
When the well runs dry time to have another drink
There ain't no bad time, for a good thing
Sitting at the bar
Got nowhere to go
Running out of money
And there's no one here I know
Look who just walked in the door
And she's smiling at me
Roadhouse angel where's your wings?
"Cause there ain't no bad time, for a good thing
Wicked Hearted Woman
Artist(s): Sugaray
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Bayou, Breakup, Chicago, Classic, Club, Delta, Devil, Down And Out, Down On Your Luck, Drinking, Drunk, Emotional, Gritty, Heartfelt, Introspective, Last Call, Late Night, Louisiana, Melancholy, Memphis, Mississippi, Mistrust, Passionate, Raunchy, Redneck, Relationship, Retro, Roadhouse, Roots, Sad, Sexy, Sleazy, Soulful, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Voodoo, Wicked
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
87
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wicked Hearted Woman
Wicked Hearted Woman
She's a wicked hearted woman
Put some voodoo on my soul
She's a wicked hearted woman
Put some voodoo on my soul
I don't know if I can trust her
But I can't ever let her go
Well I know she must be evil
'Cause I can feel it in my bones
Well I know she must be evil
'Cause I can feel it in my bones
She done put some spell on me
And made me leave my happy home
Solo
She's a wicked hearted woman
But that's alright with me
Yeah she's a wicked hearted woman
Lord but that's alright with me
'Cause I'm addicted to her lovin'
I hope she never sets me free
Oh Lord I'm addicted to her lovin'
An' I hope she never sets me free
I Walk The Floor
Artist(s): The Paper Chain Gang
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Writer(s):
Michelle McKibbon (SOCAN) 50% / Mitchell Girio (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1950s, 1960s, Country, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Vintage Mixes, Western
Keywords:
Affair, Alone, Bar, Betrayal, Breakup, Broken Heart, Cheating, Classic, Confession, Conflict, Desire, Diner, Divorce, Drinking, Emotional, Guilt, Harmonies, Heartbreak, Honky Tonk, Jukebox, Line Dance, Lonely, Lost Love, Love, Melancholy, Regret, Retro, Sad, Separation, Sorrow, Tears, Tension, Throwback, Truck Stop, Unfaithful, Vintage, Walking
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Piano
BPM:
107
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Walk The Floor
I tell myself I'm over you
glad I've shown you the door
but it's getting harder to pretend
cause when the sun goes down again
every night I walk the floor
I thought you always would be true
but you don't love me anymore
I'll never be the same again
will this heartache never end
and every night I walk the floor
Darling I know there's plenty more fish in the sea
but though I try to forget you I'm haunted by your memory
I smile and say I'm doing fine
and hide my tears behind closed doors
count sheep but sleep never comes
and after all is said and done
every night I walk the floor
Darling I know there's plenty more fish in the sea
but though I try to forget you I'm haunted by your memory
When I see you on the street
it only makes me want you more
but you lied 10 times out of ten
and I won't fall for that again
but every night I walk the floor
And my poor heart can't pretend
cause when the sun goes down again
every night I walk the floor
Same Old Me
Artist(s): Dixon
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 33.33% / Michael Sokolis (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 33.33% / Sokolatone Music (BMI) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1930s, 1940s, 1950s, 1960s, Americana, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Vintage Masters, Western
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Barroom, Cowboy, Down And Out, Down Home, Drinking, Emotional, Heartache, Heartfelt, Introspective, Jukebox, Lament, Melancholy, Mournful, Relationship, Retro, Roadhouse, Roots, Sad, Tearjerker, Tennessee, Traditional, Truck Stop, Vintage
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Violin
BPM:
80
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Same Old Me
How come you call me names?
Your goin' on how something's changed
What's changed is how you see
Look here, it's the same old me
Same smile, same Stetson hat.
You first loved when we first met
Same guy from Tennessee
It's still the same old me
At first your heart flew & fluttered like a moth to a flame
Now there's a heap o' trouble headin' my way
It's the same old me right now
I ain't changed, no way, no how
What do you think you see?
It's still the same old me
Your tender look is now a stare
Looks like I don't have a prayer
Everyone but you agrees
It's still the same old me
At first your heart flew & fluttered like a moth to a flame
Now there's a heap o' trouble headin' my way
It's the same old me right now
I ain't changed, no way, no how
What do you think you see?
Look here, It's the same old me
I'm still the same old me
Leave It Here
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:
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...
Forgotten
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:
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
Roll The Dice
Artist(s): Junkyard Dogs
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Roger Burn (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnin' Down The House Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rockabilly
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Brawl, Classic, Club, Dice, Drinking, Frat, Gambling, Gritty, Motorcycles, Party, Poker, Relationship, Roadhouse, Roll, Rowdy, Southern Rock, Sports, Strip Club, Texas, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard
BPM:
92
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Roll The Dice
ROLL THE DICE
Last call for alcohol
A shadow by the door
I thought I'd seen it all
Till you walked across the floor
Two o'clock, it's time to rock
Time to pass the test
Thinking fast, I said let's dance
Thank God you said yes
Let's roll the dice on
A sure bet from above
Let's roll the dice and
Take a chance on love
Well don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Come on lucky seven
I just blew into town
The angels up in heaven
Couldn't turn me down
The devil on my shoulder
Said "come on, get it done"
The pounding in my heart
Said "this could be the one"
Let's roll the dice on
A sure bet from above
Let's roll the dice and
Take a chance on love
Don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
It's cold out on the road
I'm chilled down to the bone
I need someone to keep me warm
And a place to call my home
Let's roll the dice and
Take a chance on love
Don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Let's roll the dice on
A sure bet from above
Let's roll the dice and
Take a chance on love
Well don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Well don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Well don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Come on lucky seven
I'll Cry A River For You
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Booli Mooli Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Americana, Blues, Classic Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Cry, Drinking, Emotional, Empathy, Gritty, Heartfelt, Line Dance, Love, Positive, Roadhouse, Support, Tough, Triumph
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Slide Guitar
Year Recorded:
2000
BPM:
104
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I'll Cry A River For You
I'LL CRY A RIVER FOR YOU
Feelin' shattered and you just don't care
My heart's been broken, baby, I've been there
There are times when you feel like there's no way out
and your world is blue
Faith is gone, don't know what to do
Take my hand, let me lead the way
From the darkest night to a brand new day
CHORUS:
Darlin' I see your pain - just like the pourin' rain
Your tears are fallin' but I'll cry a river for you
I would do anything - make winter turn to spring
No need for cryin' 'cos I'll cry a river for you
Another chapter in the book of dispair
I've read the end, baby I've been there
You try to swim but you feel like you're gonna drown
Close the door, leave the past behind
I'll make you mine
Love can fall on shaky ground
Beat you up and drag your heart around
When your soul is achin'
I'll be the remedy you're taking
When your world comes tumblin' down
Close the door, leave it all behind, I'm gonna be the one
Take my hand, baby, when the world's got you on the run
I'll cry a river for you
I Got More Bills Than I Got Pay
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
Americana, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Entertainment News Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Classic, Club, Confident, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Line Dance, Money, Paycheck, Playful, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Tough, Upbeat, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
116
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Got More Bills Than I Got Pay
I GOT MORE BILLS THAN I GOT PAY
I got more bills than I got pay
Bills keep coming every day
I watch my money slip away
Till there is nothing left to save
I just keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
I work a sixty hour week
Barely making both ends meet
I need to win the lottery
Cause that's the only hope for me
Till then I'm working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
What comes in slow, goes out fast
I just can't seem to make my money last
A broken back and swollen feet
That's all I get for working eight days a week
I'm just like every working man
Who tries to do the best he can
I keep a few bucks in my hand
And give the rest to Uncle Sam
So I'll keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
What comes in slow, goes out fast
I just can't seem to make my money last
A broken back and swollen feet
That's all I get for working eight days a week
I'm just like every working man
Who tries to do the best he can
I keep a few bucks in my hand
And give the rest to Uncle Sam
So I'll keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
I just keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
Bourbon Street Boogie
Artist(s): Dan Blanchard
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Writer(s):
James Daniel Blanchard (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Boogie Woogie, Country Rock, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Boot Scooting, Dancing, Diner, Dive Bar, Driving Beat, Energetic, Fast, Hoedown, Honky Tonk, Hurry, Jukebox, Line Dance, On The Town, Party Time, Roadhouse, Rush, Shuffle, Texas, Throwback Sound, Upbeat, Vintage Sound
Instruments:
Acoustic Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Drums, Electric Guitar, Fiddle, Piano, Steel Guitar
Year Recorded:
1982
BPM:
234
Key:
C
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bourbon Street Boogie
BOURBON STREET BOOGIE
VERSE 1
Let me tell you a little story 'bout New Orleans
It swings like a town you've never seen
You can that street in shiny shoes
You can shake those Louisiana blues
Meet your baby on Rue Dumaine
And blow all night like a hurricane
CHORUS
You can tap your foot to the Dixieland
Feel the soul of a big blues band
Dip with the fiddle on the Cotton-Eyed Joe
But a boogie-woogie band's gonna close the show
VERSE 2
So whenever you're down on Bourbon Street
A boogie-woogie band just can't be beat
Tell her on the phone she can't be late
Cause you're gonna get her back 'a fifty-eight
Meet your baby down Rue Dumaine
And blow all night like a hurricane
CHORUS 2
You can tap your foot to the Dixieland
Feel the soul of a big blues band
Dip with the fiddle on the Cotton-Eyed Joe
But a boogie-woogie band's gonna close the show
Ohhh
CHORUS 2
OUTRO
Alright
We thank you
Saratoga thanks you
Good night
Least I'm Not Alone
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, 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
She's Got The Devil In Her Eyes
Artist(s): Elijah Honey
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Writer(s):
Mark D. Soljacich (BMI) 33.33% / Paul Otten (BMI) 33.33% / Paul Robert Cufflin (PRS) 33.34%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, Alternative Country, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock & Roll
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Gritty, Honky Tonk, Pool Hall, Rebellious, Roadhouse, Roots, Rowdy, Swaggering
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano
BPM:
137
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
She's Got The Devil In Her Eyes
She's got the devil in her eyes
Can I get a witness
For I need to testify
I got a voodoo woman
And she's twisting up my mind
I ain't superstitious
And I don't believe in fate
But since she put her spell on me
I just can't stay away
She burns her black candles
Long into the night
She may look like an angel
But she's got the devil in her eyes
I swear I ain't lying
She's insatiable
I ain't never felt so tired
I've tried to make excuses
But she will not be denied
The situation's crazy
And as far as I can see
It only brings me trouble
It could be the death of me
She burns her black candles
Long into the night
She may look like an angel
But she's got the devil in her eyes
I swear I ain't lying
She burns her black candles
Long into the night
She may look like an angel
But she's got the devil in her eyes
I swear I ain't lying
She burns her black candles
Long into the night
She may look like an angel
But she's got the devil in her eyes
I swear I ain't lying
(She's got the devil) she's got the devil in her eyes
(She's got the devil) she's got the devil in her eyes
(She's got the devil) she's got the devil in her eyes
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
Where I Come From
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:
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
When I Die
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:
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
Walk Away
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:
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...
Mommy Was A Punk Rock Queen
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:
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?
Like A Rose
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, 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?
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