Tracks Similar To Ain't Love Hard Enough
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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
Cowgirl Hall Of Fame
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, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rockabilly, Western
Keywords:
America, Confident, Country Girl, Cowboy, Cowgirl, Down Home, Emotional, Fire, Good Hearted Woman, Happiness, Happy, Heartfelt, Heartland, Hot, Joyful, Line Dance, Love, Playful, Relationship, Rodeo, Romance, Satisfied, Sentimental, Southern, Together, Trucks, Upbeat, Uplifting
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano
Year Recorded:
1993
BPM:
135
Key:
E
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Cowgirl Hall Of Fame
SHE'S MY BEAUTY QUEEN IN HER BOOTS AND BLUE JEANS
SHE'S GOT CLASS WITH A DOWN HOME STYLE
GOT MORE TO SHOW THAN A RODEO
YEH SHE DRIVES THIS COWBOY WILD
SHE CAN DO ANYTHING THAT A MAN CAN DO
SHE DOES IT AND DON'T COMPLAIN
SHE OUGHT TO BE WHERE EVERYONE CAN SEE
IN THE COWGIRL HALL OF FAME
SHE CAN COOK, SHE CAN SEW, SHE CAN RIDE AND ROPE
SHE CAN DANCE UNTIL THE COWS COME HOME
WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE, SHE'S GOT MORE THAN ENOUGH
THIS COWBOY WILL NEVER ROAM
YEH, I'M GONNA TAKE HER PICTURE AND HANG IT IN A SILVER FRAM FRAME
'CAUSE SUCH A PRETTY FACE DESERVES A PLACE
IN THE COWGIRL HALL OF FAME
FOLKS WILL COME TO TOWN FROM MILES AROUND
BUY A TICKET AND STAND IN LINE
TO SEE REBA, DOLLY AND LORETTA LYNN
AND A TRIBUTE TO PATSY CLINE
BUT THE NUMBER ONE GIRL IN THIS COWBOY'S WORLD
IS THE ONE THAT LIGHTS MY FLAME
WITH ALL THE THINGS SHE DO, I ELECTED HER TO
THE COWGIRL HALL OF FAME
SHE CAN COOK, SHE CAN SEW
SHE CAN RIDE AND ROPE
SHE CAN DANCE UNTIL THE COWS COME HOME
WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE
SHE'S GOT MORE THAN ENOUGH
THIS COWBOY WILL NEVER ROAM
YEH, I'M GONNA TAKE HER PICTURE
AND HANG IT IN A SILVER FRAME
'CAUSE SUCH A PRETTY FACE DESERVES A PLACE
IN THE COWGIRL HALL OF FAME
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...
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
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
Every Day Here
Artist(s): Tom Jessen
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Writer(s):
Thomas Anthony Jessen (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Roots Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Bar, Blue Collar, Car, Conflict, Countryside, Deep South, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Driving, Fields, Flashback, Heartland, Highway, Political, Poor, Remembering, Roots, Rough, Small Town, Social Commentary, Society, Southern, Storyteller, Struggle, Tough, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Truck Stop, Twangy, Violence, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano
BPM:
140
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Every Day Here
Some dude shot a kid on a skating rink
as he was gliding across the ice
Left a big pool of red on the white
now they think the kid's going to be paralyzed
Nowhere left it can't happen
Nowhere now they won't go
Nobody knows why but they're saying it was over a coat
This kind of thing happens every day here
late one night a 19 year old black girl had a car accident
in an all white neighborhood
She got out of the car disoriented
her forehead sprung little rivers of blood
Cell phone was dead, she wandered up to a house,
knocked on the door
white man inside shot her in the face
because he thought she was a burglar
This kind of thing happens every day here
Another week and it will all be gone
then another thing demands your fleeting attention
Another week and it will all be gone
Then it's another headline, another gun
12 year old found a 9mm above the fridge
and brought it to school
an hour and a half later a teacher who made it through Afghanistan
lay in a bloody pool
in another story i saw a 14 year old shot his 17 year old sister
later came out he did because when she was doing the laundry
she bleached his shirt
This kind of thing happens every day here
Couple out for a rare date night in a movie theater
they rearranged their schedule
and got the 2 year old a baby sitter
retired police chief sat behind them annoyed
eventually got enraged
texting during the previews now
apparently gets you blown away
this kind of thing happens every day here
Your Caboose
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Boxcar, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Evil, Farm, Heartland, Hobo, Introspective, Mean, Mid West, Railroad, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Story Teller, Struggle, Swamp, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Trouble, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
121
Key:
D
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Your Caboose
You say I'm lazy and you say I'm slow
You talk to me with words you know that I won't know
You're so lovely darling, but you're so cruel
Parade me around this town
Your private king of fools
That's just how it's supposed to be
That's just how it's supposed to be
So take me with you darling, you've got to choose
If you don't want me you can always cut me loose
You're so lovely darling, but you're so cruel
Lets go dancing out on your caboose
That's just how it's supposed to be
That's just how it's supposed to be
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
Upside Down
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, Ballad, Bar, Blue Collar, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drinking, Fields, Heartland, Intimate, Introspective, Mid West, Monotonous, Moody, Roadhouse, Rough, Routine, Sad, Searching, Southern, Struggle, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
66
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Upside Down
Wake up in the morning, go to bed when it gets dark
Spend your days out in the sunshine, punching in your clock
Don't you ever get tired? Doing the same thing day after day?
And don't you know there's a big world out there calling out your name?
I can't slow down, take the time and I might get turned around
I can't go down, I'll find a way to end up upside down
What if they came calling? Would you finally get away?
Or would you hide in your routinized life?
With nothing more to say?
'Cause lately you been quiet, when conversation come your way
Just keep your eyes down near the gravel
There's lots of work to do today
I can't slow down, take the time and I might get turned around
I can't go down, I'll find a way to end up upside down
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
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
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
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...
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
Down
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Angry, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Conflict, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Difficult, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Heartland, Moody, Nebraska, Relationship ending, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
151
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Down
The way you look away from me
Your eyes fall down, so down
And the travesty is we won't even see you
When you fall down, so down
It don't matter what you say
It don't matter what you do
Oh our time has run now can't you see we're through
You come walking up to me
You haven't showered in a week
What's that in your eyes Lord no, not sympathy
The way you look away from me
Your eyes fall down, so down
And the travesty is we won't even see
When you fall down, so damn down
It don't matter that you're young
And it don't matter that you're dumb
All that matters Lord is what you might have done
So wipe that smile from your face
You don't even know your place
Leave these streets tonight and there won't be a trace
The way you look away from me
Your eyes fall down, so down
And the travesty is we won't even see
When you fall down, so damn down...
Savin' Up For Saturday Night
Artist(s): Rick Edwards
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Writer(s):
Richard Levinson (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1950s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Male Vocal, Oldies, Rock, Rock & Roll, Rockabilly
Keywords:
Bar, Barnyard, Blue Collar, Boogie Woogie, Drinking, Hoe Down, Honky Tonk, Jukebox, Line Dance, Party, Roadhouse, Shag Dancing, Square Dance
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Piano
BPM:
176
Key:
G
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Savin' Up For Saturday Night
Savin' Up For Saturday Night
Everybody Knows You Gotta Save Your Dough
'Cause You're Gonna Need It Someday
So I Work Hard All Week
And I Stash My Cash Away
I Got A Simple Strategy
I Keep One Goal In Sight
I Save My Money Carefully
So It Will Be There For Me
When Someday Comes Along This Saturday Night
I'm Savin' Up For Saturday Night
That's The Best That I Can Do
Economically Speakin' I'm Just Working For The Weekend
When I Hit The Town With You
When Friday's Here It's Very Clear
My Future's Lookin' Bright
I'm A Man With A Financial Plan
I'm Savin' Up For Saturday Night
I Don't Play The Market
Like Other Guys I Know
A Tab Down At The Honky-Tonk
That's My Portfolio
I Don't Have An Accountant
But, Baby That's Alright
He'd Just Say Call Up Your Girl
You Can Take Her For A Whirl
'Cause You Got Just Enough For Saturday Night
I'm Savin' Up For Saturday Night
That's The Best That I Can Do
Economically Speakin' I'm Just Working For The Weekend
When I Hit The Town With You
When Friday's Here It's Very Clear
My Future's Lookin' Bright
I'm A Man With A Financial Plan
I'm Savin' Up For Saturday Night
last time:
And If I Blow It All, At Least We'll Have A Ball
I'm Savin' Up For Saturday Night
The End
Artist(s): The 3Ms
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Writer(s):
Michelle Leigh Leverette (BMI) 33.33% / Michelle Weinstein Murray (BMI) 33.33% / Scott Free (ASCAP) 33.34%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.66% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.34%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Gothic Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Southern Gothic
Keywords:
Adventure, Bar, Blue Collar, Confident, Countryside, Crossroads, Determined, Dirty Work, Down Home, Down On Your Luck, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Driving, Dust Bowl, Good Ol' Boy, Gritty, Heartland, Jail, Jailhouse, Mid West, Moody, Outlaw, Prison, Railroad, Redemption, Redneck, Roadhouse, Searching, Sinner, Southern, Spaghetti Western, Story Tellers, Struggle, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Baritone Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Tambourine
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
107
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The End
THE END
VERSE 1
Look up ahead
I see the cross roads coming
It's time to choose here once again
Yeah, up ahead
Find out just what it's costing
How much of this life must be bled
PRE-CHORUS
I never think about tomorrow, where I'll go
But here I am once again
CHORUS
Oh, here's to the end
So raise a glass and then I'll go
Oh, now it begins
Starting a journey in my soul
The beginning of the end of everything I know
VERSE 2
Left or right
I hear a distant rumble
Thunder always brings me light
Wrong or right
Find out just who is humble
Oh no, I won't shrink from this fight
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
PRE-CHORUS
I never think about tomorrow, where I'll go
But here I am once again
CHORUS
TAG
The beginning of the end of everything I know
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