Tracks Similar To Fly On The Wall
Kin
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, 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
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
Mehaffey Bridge
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, 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...
Hell's Kitchen
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:
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.
Just Shoot Me
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:
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
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
Tiny Angel
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, 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
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
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
Johnson County Snow
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, 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
House of Mud
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, 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
Goo
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:
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
Wild Love
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, 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.....
Not In Iowa
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, 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...
Hayseed Girl
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, 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
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
Someone Cries
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, 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...
Forsaken
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, 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...
Quiet Tonight
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, Ballad, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
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...
Too Late
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, 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?
Mrs. Brown
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, 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
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...
Sometimes
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, 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
Long White Dress
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, 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
Waterloo
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, 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
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