Tracks Similar To Ain't No Bad Time
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
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
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
Dirty Dollar Day
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, Americana, Country, Male Vocal, Rock, Western
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Bills, Blue Collar, Broke, Club, Commitment, Confident, Dollar, Factory, Family, Fun, Good Ol' Boy, Good Time, Gritty, Hard Working, Heartland, Kids, Line Dance, Money, Paycheck, Playful, Redneck, Retirement, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Southern, Tough, Trucks, Upbeat, Wife, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Violin
Year Recorded:
1993
BPM:
139
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dirty Dollar Day
EVERY WEEKDAY MORNING I WAKE UP I WANT TO STAY RIGHT THERE IN BED
THERE'S SO MANY THINGS THAT I'D RATHER DO BUT I GOTTA GO TO WORK INSTEAD
IT'S NOT THAT I NEED THE MONEY, IT'S THE BILLS I NEED TO PAY
I OWE, I OWE SO OFF TO WORK I GO ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
I SHOULD HAVE USED MY HEAD AND NOT MY BACK, I WOULDN'T BE IN THE SHAPE I'M IN
BUT WORKIN' HARD IS ALL I'VE EVER KNOWN, THAT'S JUST THE WAY IT'S ALWAYS BEEN
GOT A WIFE AND KIDS WHO DEPEND ON ME TO KEEP THE BIG BAD WOLVES AWAY
I OWE, I OWE SO OFF TO WORK I GO ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY I CAN'T PAY THE RENT
I'M SPENDING MORE MONEY THAN THE GOVERNMENT
THEY SAY THIS JOB IS HEAVEN SENT
BUT IT SEEMS LIKE HELL TO ME
IF I'M STILL ALIVE WHEN I'M SIXTY-FIVE
I'LL RETIRE AND GO FISHING ALL DAY
UNTIL THEN HERE IT COMES AGAIN
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
NOW MY FRIENDS DOWN AT THE FACTORY WELL WE ALL FEEL ABOUT THE SAME
WHEN YOU WORK FROM DAWN TILL THE SUN GOES DOWN NO TIME TO PLAY THE MONEY GAME
YOU KNOW I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO THE DAY I DON'T HAVE TO SAY
I OWE, I OWE SO OFF TO WORK I GO ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY I GOTTA PAY THE RENT
I'M SPENDING MORE MONEY THAN THE GOVERNMENT
THEY SAY THIS JOB IS HEAVEN SENT
BUT IT SEEMS LIKE HELL TO ME
FOLKS LIKE ME STILL HAVE OUR DREAMS
THEY'LL BE COMING TRUE SOMEDAY
UNTIL THEN HERE IT COMES AGAIN
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY I GOTTA PAY THE RENT
I'M SPENDING MORE MONEY THAN THE GOVERNMENT
THEY SAY THIS JOB IS HEAVEN SENT
BUT IT SEEMS LIKE HELL TO ME
FOLKS LIKE ME STILL HAVE OUR DREAMS
THEY'LL BE COMING TRUE SOMEDAY
UNTIL THEN HERE IT COMES AGAIN
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
UNTIL THEN HERE IT COMES AGAIN
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
It's All Country To Me
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:
Americana, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Swing, Vintage, Western
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Carefree, Cars, Club, Confident, Down Home, Driving, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Groove, Happy, Heartland, Jukebox, Line Dance, Playful, Promo, Roadhouse, Sexy, Southern, Story, Texas, Toe Tapping, Travel, Truck Stop, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano, Violin
BPM:
124
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
It's All Country To Me
It's All Country To Me
Well I grew up in the country with a radio
That played Sinatra and the Opry and the Rolling Stones
Hank and Willie, The Jackson 5 and Supremes
And Cream
It never made any difference
It's all country to me
It don't matter if it's Motown or some Rock n' Roll
I like any kind of music that can touch my soul
Like Bossa Nova, and even ol' Dixieland
And big band
Well you can call it what you want to
But it's all country to me
It's all about the people
And all the stories they tell
So well
Add a little rhythm, yeah that's a given
When it's straight from the heart it always rings my bell
Now I don't care if it's from L.A. or the Lone Star State
If the music's really jammin' then I think it's great
Yeah, I love reggae and the blues
And don't forget swing
You can call it what you want to
But it's all country to me
Solos
It's all about the people
And all the stories they tell
So well
Add a little rhythm, man, I'm really with 'em
When it's straight from the heart it always rings my bell
I'll be listening to music long as I'm alive
Even if I live to be a hundred and five
In my rockin' chair, I'll still be tapping my feet
To the beat
They can call it what they want to
But it's all country to me, oh yeah,
You can call it what you want to
But it's all country to me
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
Something's Come Over Me
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:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Bumpers, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Transitions
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Exercise, Fun, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Motorcycle, Playful, Promo, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Shuffle, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Texas, Tough, Travel, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ
BPM:
120
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
6/8
Lyrics:
Something's Come Over Me
SOMETHING'S COME OVER ME
Something's come over me
'Cuz I've never felt this way
Something's come over me
'Cuz I've never felt this way
My head is dizzy, my knees are weak
Feels like I got the bug
Something's come over me
Lord, it must be love
Something's got a hold on me
And it just won't let me go
Something's got a hold on me
And it just won't let me go
Well I can't run and I can't fight
And I can't get enough
Something's got a hold on me
Lord, it must be love
For what I got there ain't no cure
No pill that I can take
'Cuz when I hold you in my arms
My fever just won't break
SOLO
For what I got there ain't no cure
No pill that I can take
'Cuz when I hold you in my arms
My fever just won't break
Something's come over me
And I think it's here to stay
Something's come over me
And I think it's here to stay
My soul's on fire when you're around
My body's burnin' up
Something's come over me
Lord, it must be love
Something's come over me
Lord, it must be love
Something's come over me
Lord, and it must be love
Cotton Candy
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, Blues Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Exercise, Fun, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Motorcycle, Playful, Promo, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Shuffle, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Strut, Texas, Tough, Travel, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
116
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
6/8
Lyrics:
Cotton Candy
COTTON CANDY
Cotton Candy you're so sweet
The way you taste knocks me off my feet
Cotton Candy you're so fine
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I know I'll never give you up
'Cause I can't ever get enough -- of my
Cotton Candy
You're my Cotton Candy
You're my Cotton Candy
And you're sweet as sweet can be
Cotton Candy I know it's wrong
But I just want you all day long
Cotton Candy seems so right
I want you even more at night
Your kind of sugar don't fill me up
And I can't ever get enough -- of my
Cotton Candy
You're my Cotton Candy
You're my Cotton Candy
And you're sweet as sweet can be
Cotton Candy
You're my Cotton Candy
You're my Cotton Candy
And you're sweet as sweet can be
Large Living
Writer(s):
Andre Mayeux (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Blues, Country, Instrumental, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Bed Mix, Classic, Club, Cruising, Fun, Good Times, Groove, Heartland, Money, Outdoors, Paycheck, Redneck, Road Trip, Roadhouse, Southern, Texas, Travel, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Harmonica, Horns, Piano
BPM:
118
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
I'm Swingin'
Artist(s): Bettie Wilson & The Rockets
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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:
Country
Subcategories:
1960s, Country, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Pop, Swing
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Cars, Club, Confident, Down Home, Driving, Fun, Good Times, Gritty, Groove, Happy, Heartland, In Love, Jukebox, Playful, Promo, Roadhouse, Saloon, Sexy, Southern, Swing Dancing, Texas, Toe Tapping, Travel, Truck Stop, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Violin
BPM:
108
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I'm Swingin'
I'm Swingin'
Something strange is coming over me
And nothing is the way it used to be
Yesterday my heart was saggin'
I was dragging down the street
Today I feel like braggin' to everyone I meet
Nothing much has changed now I should say
The sun came up like every other day
So maybe it's the way you got me dancing last night
To that music they were playing, that just felt so right
Now I'm swingin'
Like no one's ever swung before
Feel like singin'
Like a bell that's never rung before
It's just like I hoped love would be
You came along and suddenly
I'm feelin' wild and free, now I'm swingin'
Nothing much has changed now I should say
The sun came up like every other day
So maybe it's the way you got me dancing last night To that music they were playing,
that felt so right
Now I'm swingin'
Like no one's ever swung before
Feel like singin'
Like a bell that's never rung before
It's just like I hoped love would be
You came along and suddenly
I'm wild and free, take a look at me
Now I'm swingin'
Like no one's ever swung before
Feel like singin'
Like a bell that's never rung before
It's just like I hoped love would be
You came along and suddenly
I'm feelin' wild and free, now I'm swingin'
Yeah I'm swingin'
Nowhere To Go
Artist(s): The Nick Vincent Project
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Writer(s):
Nick Vincent (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Club, Gritty, Heartland, Playful, Porn, Redneck, Roadhouse, Sexy, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
90
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Nowhere To Go
Nowhere To Go
Say now darlin', I haven't seen you here before
I've been sitting here waiting for something to come through the door
Someone to watch life go by without a care
I've got nowhere to go, and all night to get there
Tell me all about yourself, how did you get in ?
Did you come in through a keyhole or glide on the wind
I could listen to you for hours -
I hope you don't mind if I just stare
I've got nowhere to go and all night to get there
All these people do nothingbut run for their lifes
So hard to find hapiness riding on the knife
But right here beside me, I've got it figured out
I knew when I first met you, you knew what I was all about
Take a look around here - they haven't got a clue
Let's you and I put our dark glasses on and enjoy the view
You see, the world is in such a crazy state
Something's got to happen, 'cos it's already too late
But you and me together, we can make it through tonight
Let's hold on to trust and turn out the light
I thought that I was dreaming - there was a band up on the stage
Our bodies dancing slowly, our hearts in a rage
Then I realize this is no dream - you and I are lying bare
We've got nowhere to go and all night to get there
We've got nowhere to go and all night to get there
We've got nowhere to go and all night to get there
Move On Down The Road
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, Attitude, Bar, Bayou, Biker, Chicago, Classic, Club, Confident, Delta, Free, Freedom, Gritty, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Memphis, Mississippi, Motorcycle, Raunchy, Redneck, Retro, Road, Roadhouse, Roots, Rowdy, Shuffle, Southern, Strut, Swamp, Texas, Tough, Tramp, Travel, Trucker, Trucks, Vagabond
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
120
Key:
A
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
6/8
Lyrics:
Move On Down The Road
Move On Down The Road
I'm gonna move, move on down the road
I'm gonna move, move on down the road
You know there's nothing gonna stop me
The road's my only home
I'm gonna roll, roll on down the line
I'm gonna roll, roll on down the line
I got the pedal to the metal
Gonna leave my blues behind
I woke up this morning
Didn't know where I was
She said why you leaving
I said baby just because
I gotta move, move on down the road
You know there's nothing gonna stop me
The road's my only home
Don't know where I'm going
Don't know where I've been
Just know in the morning
I'll be on my way again
I'm gonna move, move on down the road
You know there's nothing gonna stop me
The road's my only home
Yeah there's nothing gonna stop me
The road's my only home
Walk On The Wild Side
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:
Rock
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Bumpers, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Attitude, Bar, Classic, Club, Confident, Desire, Extreme, Fun, Gritty, Groove, Heavy, Infomercial, Love, Promo, Psychedelic, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Tough, Travel, Trippy, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ
BPM:
100
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Walk On The Wild Side
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
I've seen everything that a man can see
And I've been everywhere you could ever wanna be
Like the eagle flies I just wanna be free
Got the clothes on my back and that's all I need
Girl, come with me, I can turn your life around
Ain't nobody gonna ever tie us down
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
I've done everything that a man can do
I've been called a saint, been called a sinner too
Like a gypsy child I was born to roam
And where I spend the night that's where I call my home
Girl don't listen to what other people say
They'll just tell you not to throw your life away
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
Girl, come with me, I can turn your life around
Ain't nobody gonna ever tie us down
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
Booze Blooze
Artist(s): Roadhouse Kings
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Instrumental, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Club, Energetic, Exercise, Fun, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Honky Tonk, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Shuffle, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Texas, Tough, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano, Slide Guitar
BPM:
132
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
6/8
Barely Close Enough
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 33.33% / Joel Wachbrit (ASCAP) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 33.33% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1980s, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Breakup, Cars, Classic, Club, Coffee House, Confident, Depressed, Emotional, Energetic, Gritty, Groove, Heartfelt, Introspective, Motorcycle, Passionate, Rejected, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sad, Sexy, Soulful, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Strut, Texas, Tough, Travel, Yearning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
120
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Barely Close Enough
BARELY CLOSE ENOUGH
When the lights go out
And he holds you
Do you think of me
As your lips collide?
When you make love
Are you really in it?
Or do you just pretend
That you're satisfied?
Well you can call that satisfaction
Call it anything you want
BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE, DON'T CALL IT LOVE
MAY BE CLOSE ENOUGH, BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE
You got shiny cars
A house made of mirrors
Security
All expenses paid
Whatever you want
Whenever you want it
And your friends all say
That you've got it made
You can call that being happy
Call it anything you want
BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE, DON'T CALL IT LOVE
MAY BE CLOSE ENOUGH, BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE
Nothing in this world ever comes for free
'Cept the good, good love that you got from me
Hey, hey
SOLO
Don't you remember
When we were inseparable?
Or did you just forget
All the love we had?
You gave it all away
For those things he gives you
You may be living good
But don't your heart feel bad?
Well you can call that satisfaction
Call it anything you choose
BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE, DON'T CALL IT LOVE
MAY BE CLOSE ENOUGH, BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE
Nothing in this world ever comes for free
'Cept the good, good love that you got from me
DON'T CALL IT LOVE
DON'T CALL IT LOVE
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
Halloween Honky Tonk
Artist(s): Roadhouse Kings
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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:
Holiday
Subcategories:
Blues, Country, Halloween, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Club, Fun, Gritty, Haunted, Heartland, Honky Tonk, Party, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Shuffle, Southern, Spooky, Texas, Tough, Upbeat, Wacky
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano, Slide Guitar
BPM:
132
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
6/8
Lyrics:
Halloween Honky Tonk
HALLOWEEN HONKY TONK
I was all alone when my car broke down
Near a deserted bar at the edge of town
Where a neon sign cast a glow on the dead front lawn
It said "come on in to the Halloween Honky Tonk"
I heard the strangest sound so I peeked inside
There was a 5-piece band led by Frankenstein
The place was packed with ghosts who were drinkin' and singin' along
And they were raising the dead at the Halloween Honky Tonk
And the ghouls all sang...
aaah ooooo
I saw the Wolfman buy another round of beer
For all the vampires hanging from the chandeliers
When the Mummy started to dance he could do no wrong
Yeah, it was Monster's Night at the Halloween Honky Tonk
Solo
And the werewolves sang...
aaah ooooo
Everybody there was having such a ball
The sun was almost up before I heard "last call!"
And someone said, "Hey, get into your graves before the break of dawn
We'll see you here next year at the Halloween Honky Tonk"
We'll see you here next year at the Halloween Honky Tonk
We'll see you here next year at the Halloween Honky Tonk
Boogie Down To A Country Sound
Artist(s): Jukeboxers
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Writer(s):
Tony Moon (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Western
Keywords:
Bar, Blue Collar, Boogie, Boot Scooting, Cowboy, Drinking, Good Time, Hard Working, Jukebox, Line Dance, Party Time, Redneck, Rowdy
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Harmonica, Slide Guitar
BPM:
77
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Boogie Down To A Country Sound
We've been workin' hard all week
Now it's time for some cheek to cheek
We'll be having fun with some Brooks & Dunn
It'll make you move your feet
It may be way past midnight, but we'll be going to town
Cause mama wants to Boogie Down, Down To A Country Sound
We'll be grabbin' that can of beer
And in a minute we're out of here
Jump in the truck, it's just our luck
That it's a few miles south of here
We aint thinking 'bout tomorrow
Cause we'll be messin' around
Cause Mama wants to Boogie Down
Down To A Country Sound
Bridge:
Those hot guitars, country stars
Now don't cha feel alright
Hardwood floors, yell for more
Hope the band will play all night
She looks hot in her wrangler jeans
Boot scootin' with the country queens
Sometimes it's Seger or Mellencamp
If it's gonna be a rockin' scene
But tonight she wants Hank Jr.
And the music crankin' loud
Cause Mama wants to Boogie Down
Down To A Country Sound
We don't want the night to end
Cause we're dancing and makin' friends
Knockin' em down & turnin' 'em up
Just makin' those elbows bend
This music will drive you crazy
And make you come unwound
Cause Mama wants to Boogie Down
Down To A Country Sound
The River's Rising
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, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Places and Locations, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Bayou, Biker, Breakup, Chicago, Club, Delta, Down And Out, Drinking, Emotional, Gritty, Heartfelt, Heartland, Highway, Louisiana, Melancholy, Memphis, Mississippi, Passionate, Raunchy, Redneck, Relationship, Retro, Roadhouse, Roots, Rowdy, Sexy, Shuffle, Soulful, Southern, Strut, Texas, Tough, Travel, Trucker
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Harmonica, Organ, Piano
BPM:
112
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
6/8
Lyrics:
The River's Rising
The River's Rising
The river's rising
Feel like I'm gonna drown
The river's rising
Feel like I'm gonna drown
'Cause I can't stop these tears from fallin'
Since you quit coming 'round
The sky's getting darker
Yeah I ain't seen the sun for days
The sky's getting darker
Yeah I ain't seen the sun for days
Lord, it's raining misery
Ever since you went away
I wake up each morning
And I pray things will change
I wake up every morning
And I pray things will change
But when I look out my window
Everything is still the same
The river's rising
Ain't seen the sun for days
The river's rising
Ain't seen the sun for days
And I can't stop these tears from fallin'
Ever since you went away
The river's rising
Feel like I'm gonna drown
The river's rising
Feel like I'm gonna drown
'Cause I can't stop these tears from fallin'
Since you quit coming 'round
I can't stop these tears from fallin'
Since you quit coming 'round
No More Blues
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:
1970s, 1980s, Blues Rock, Instrumental, Rock
Keywords:
Attitude, Bar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Energetic, Gritty, Groove, Motorcycle, Passionate, Porn, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Soulful, Southern, Strip Club, Strut, Temptation, Texas, Tough, Travel
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ
BPM:
82
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
You Better Do Better Than That
Artist(s): Candy Chase
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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:
1950s, 1960s, 1970s, Country, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Western
Keywords:
2 Step, Americana, Assertive, Attitude, Bar, Barroom, Breakup, Confident, Down Home, Drinking, Driving, Drunk, Happy, Jukebox, Relationship, Retro, Roadhouse, Texas, Toe Tapping, Tough, Travel, Truck Stop, Two Step, Vintage
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Piano, Violin
BPM:
75
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Better Do Better Than That
You Better Do Better Than That
Well look who walked in three sheets to the wind
With another bunch of lies to sell
Was it extra innings, did you lose your winnings
Or are you just too drunk to tell
Well leave your boots on honey let me get your coat
Oh and don't forget your hat
Let's get one thing clear if you wanna stay here
You'd Better Do Better Than That
This lyin' and drinkin' is breakin' my heart
Do you wanna tear this love apart
You say you're sorry and you want another chance at bat
Well either lie a lot better or tell the truth
Or honey I will leave you flat
If you want a woman you can come home to
You'd Better Do Better Than That
Do you think you're cool taking me for a fool
Well I wasn't born yesterday
Lord knows I tried to buy your alibis
Now I don't believe a word you say
You wanna talk it over? Come back when you're sober
I'll give you one last chance
But if you think you can do what you did last night
You'd Better Do Better Than That
This lyin' and drinkin' is breakin' my heart
Do you wanna tear this love apart
You say you're sorry and you want another chance at bat
Well either lie a lot better or tell the truth
Or honey I will leave you flat
If you want a woman you can come home to
You'd Better Do Better Than That
If you want a woman you can come home to
You'd Better Do Better Than That
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Artist(s): Bettie Wilson & The Rockets
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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:
Rock
Subcategories:
1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Desire, Fire, Gritty, Groove, Heartfelt, Hot, Infatuation, Love, Motorcycle, Relationship, Roadhouse, Sexy, Smooth, Soulful, Southern, Steamy, Sultry, Swampy, Temptation, Tough, Travel, Yearning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ, Slide Guitar
BPM:
88
Key:
B/C♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Should I act against my better judgment
Do what my mind says ain't right
Will I hate myself in the morning
Can't think about that tonight
I love the smell of danger in your hair
Right or wrong baby, I don't care
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Why am I so tempted by disaster
What makes me crave it like I do
I might get burned by my desire
Still I'd do anything for you
I should've run when I saw your smile
'Cause I know trouble and it drives me wild
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
I know it's wrong to stare in the devil's eyes
But life is short, why let it pass you by
I love the smell of danger in your hair
Right or wrong baby, I just don't care
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
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
Dirty Work
Artist(s): Stonehouse
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / David Isaac Feldstein (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Davish Gold Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Gothic Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter, Southern Gothic
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Betrayal, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Devil, Dirty Work, Down Home, Down On Your Luck, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Evil, Good Ol' Boy, Gritty, Heartland, Hit Man, Hobo, Jail, Louisiana, Melancholy, Mess, Mid West, Moody, Murder, Prison, Railroad, Redemption, Redneck, Regret, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rough, Sad, Searching, Seedy, Sinner, Soulful, Southern, Spaghetti Western, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tough, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Trouble, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Slide Guitar, Tambourine
BPM:
82
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dirty Work
Dirty Work
It ain't a pretty picture
But it's all I know
Been called a devil
Without a soul
My hands are stained
from those I've touched
Sometimes the price that's paid
Is way too much
'Til I find a reason to take a different road
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
If I believed
There was something else
I'd seek redemption
I'd save myself
I've never seen
Another way
I'll walk the walk, you know
No need to change
'Til I find a reason to take a different road
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
Have I betrayed
The world I know
Someday I hope and pray
that I will know
'Til I find a reason to take a different road
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
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