Tracks Similar To Miss That Whiskey
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
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
Highway Home
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, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Heartland, Home, Intimate, Introspective, Journey, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Travel, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar
BPM:
88
Key:
A
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Highway Home
Highway Home
Jesus can you hear me? I've been calling for some time
Sittin' with this Bible, stealing some rhymes
Are my eyes so cloudy that I cannot see ?
That you only come in whispers of sacred harmony
And then you turn away from me as if I should of known
That praying by the bedside's not the same once you're grown
And momma always told me stay away from them river girls
Who'd take you in the woods at night and teach you of the world
She was barely seventeen when I came falling out
And the holy Martin left us that day filling her with doubt
I can't find a highway home And I never want to be that alone I'm not that alone....
We might have been better left as fish muck in the drink
But your holy course in miracles tapped our missing link
So now we walk around all day these thoughts they're in our heads
And I can't even tell my niece what happens when we're dead
But I'd sure like to see my grandpa once or twice again
And if you could arrange that I think we could be friends
I can't find a highway home And I never want to be that alone I'm not that alone....
I know that I burn too hot, I can feel it killing me
But when it all comes pouring out it's as if I could be free
Are you really listening? And could you turn it off?
'Cause I feel too connected like a sow at the trough
Jesus can you hear me? I've been calling for some time
Sitting with this Bible, her little hand in mine
She is just so tiny it makes my poor heart break
And you know I'm a doubter with sins I can't forsake
But I got no one left to ask and there's no one here but me
So if you'd take her away tonight I'd get down on my knees
Try to find her a highway home
'Cause she never ought be that alone
Not that alone
Not that alone.
Supply And Demand
Artist(s): Tom Jessen's Dimestore Outfit
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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:
Angry, Bar, Blue Collar, Countryside, Defiant, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Driving, Fields, Groove Change, Hardworking, Heartland, Highway, Hillbilly, Job, Memories, Political, Poor, Roots, Rough, Social Commentary, Society, Southern, Storyteller, Struggle, Tempo Change, Tough, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Truck Stop, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar
BPM Modulation:
138 to 85
Key:
C
Tempo Modulation:
Medium/Midtempo to Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Supply And Demand
You wonder why I can never look you in the eye
well I've memorized every pattern on this floor
Her eyes are so naked I feel as if I'm intruding
if I look at them too long
I projected your deceptive emotion
like a summer vacation slideshow
but I guess there was something else
behind that holiday smile
your ballet mirages and my one way economics
fall prey to wistful invention
I'll supply the expectations and demand that you be true
well I know I'm talking cliches and turning verbal tricks
but even the cheesiest love songs in a bar
turn profound when you're three sheets to the wind
I could change this whiskey to water
but to you it's just pathetic heresy
sometimes when there's nothing left to do
I sit stacked and smoke myself silly
and make myself break down
because i guess i feel it's the thing I should do
I could toss around the word love like a boomerang
but I lost my catcher's mask
you wear your skepticism with rubber boots
and chastity wrapped in a cast
and maybe the mailbox might hold simple salvation
and i've seen the future in a crystal glass of beer
and I ain't pretending that understand a thing
but this ignorance is blistering
but open wounds dry clean
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
West Side
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, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar
BPM:
111
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
West Side
West Side
I come from the west side of this sleepy little town
With a river in the middle and the water comes down brown
Now I live on the east side, it's not so different at all
The houses tend to be older here, and mine's a little small
But I got my garden on my little bit of land
With the cabbage and the rhubarb coming up through my two hands
And now a days I'm working more, I don't get downtown as much
It tends to makes me feel older than I am and a little bit out of touch
They put so many parking lots where the old buildings used to be
It's not the image that I carry from my days of being footloose and fancy free
I know I'm complaining but I always love to get back home
Having coffee with my parents in the morning is the stuff that fuels my soul
'Cause they brought me to the west side of this sleepy little town
With the river in the middle and the water comes down brown
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
Sleep Now Angel
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, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Lullaby, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Sleep, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar
BPM:
102
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sleep Now Angel
Sleep Now Angel
Sleep now angel, darling don't you cry
Mama's coming, dry your weary eyes
Sing with Papa, hold my hand so tight
Sleep now angel drift into the night
Sleep.... Sleep... Sleep....
Sleep now angel, darling don't you cry
Pray For Rain
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, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums
BPM:
119
Key:
E
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Pray For Rain
Pray For Rain
I know a man
His name is John
He works hard and he works long
He gets up early every day
Tends the cattle and he hauls the hay
Goes to church most every Sunday
On the same pews where his Daddy prayed
He gets down on his knees
And Lord he prays, Lord he prays
He prays for rain
'Cause it's been dry, most every day
Of this long summer and Lord there's been pain
All through this valley and on our plain
His wife is angry cause the bills aren't paid
So he walk down to his dried out river bed
And Lord he prays, Lord he prays
He prays for rain
Lord he prays, Lord he prays
He prays for rain
Old Car
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, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Old Car, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Harmonica
BPM:
107
Key:
E
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Old Car
Old Car
Got me an old car, so I don't get out that far
I love my old car, love my old car
And I think she loves me, I think she loves me She loves me
Got this dumpy little small town bar
They sit me in the corner and let me strum on my guitar
I keep my eyes closed, keep my eyes closed
That way no one knows, where my mind goes
And she loves me
Don't you want that brass ring?
So you could have all those things?
All you got's a cheap little pawnshop wedding ring
Just a cheap little pawnshop wedding ring
But I got everything, I got everything
She loves me
Think I'll keep this old car, I don't really need to get out all that far
I'll keep my eyes closed, driving with my eyes closed
That way no one knows, when I come and go
And she loves me
She loves me...
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...
Last Call
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, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Heartland, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar
BPM:
118
Key:
D
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Last Call
Last Call
What went wrong with your Rock-n-Roll? Did it tear you down? Take a toll?
The neon girls and the alcohol
Out all night
Last call
Yeah she's the prettiest girl in town, but she always runs you down, late at night when you're not around.
And she's got the tattooed ankle, she's got the tattooed ass, she's always laughing, Lord I think she's on the grass.
But what went wrong with your Rock-n-Roll? Did she take your heart? Did you lose control?
'Cause I remember those nights, with you under the lights, you tore our hearts out and you laughed with delight.
With your sweat running down, cigarette butts on the ground, you were magic when you moved to the sound.
Now you just hide yourself away, with nothing new to say, you leave us hanging with these whiskey clichés.
And that's the worst way to be, 'cause everyday it's all we see, while we're swimming 'round in mediocrity.
But I remember those nights, with you under the lights, yeah you were smiling you can't deny you had it right.
Crazy dancing all around, the chaos coming down, yeah you were magic when we moved to the sound.
So what went wrong with your Rock-n-Roll? Did it tear you down? Take a toll?
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
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.
Grandma's Rosary
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, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Dark, Death, Depression, Down Home, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Dying, Family, Grandma, Heartland, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar
BPM:
131
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Grandma's Rosary
Grandma's Rosary
I want to see my grandma's rosary
All day in hot sun with more work that's never done
And if I take her to Union Hill
She could walk up and pay her bill
She might come in a little lean
But those eyes would still be green
I want to see my grandma's wounded knees
Every day bar none, more working that's never done
And if I take her to Union Hill
She could walk up and pay her bill
She might come in a little lean
But those eyes would still be green
Yeah those eyes would still be green
I want to see my grandma's rosary...
Fly On The Wall
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Defiant, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Harmonies, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Midwest, Moody, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
86
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Fly On The Wall
Can I help it if your skin don't fit you right?
Can I help it if you're frozen inside?
Can I help it if you're never gonna be like the ones always outside smiling
Like they're on TV?
Can I help it if your Dad don't treat you right?
Can I help it if he stays out all night?
Can I help it if you're never gonna see all those places you go off to when you're dreaming?
I watch you stumble, then I watch you fall
You come up screaming, that I don't care at all
But you never ask me to leave
No, you're rather have me around
Like some fly on the wall
So can I help it if your skin don't fit you right?
Can I help it if you're frozen inside?
Can I help it if you're never gonna be like the ones always outside smiling
Like they're on TV?
Can I help it if your Mom don't treat you right?
Can I help it if she don't tuck you in at night?
Can I help it if you're never gonna see all those places you go off to when you're dreaming?
Can't Go There
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Blue Collar, Dark, Desire, Down Home, Drinking, Forbidden, Heartland, Inner Conflict, Intimate, Introspective, Midwest, Moody, Nebraska, Old, Past, Roadhouse, Searching, Seduction, Seedy, Story Tellers, Struggle, Temptation, Temptress, Troubled, Uncertain, Vagabond, Whiskey
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar
BPM:
87
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Can't Go There
She's Daddy's little princess, she ain't got no fear at all
Ain't no trouble she can't handle with a credit card call
But she don't even know it, 'cause she ain't from the dirt
Most folks only notice that little yellow skirt
Well I'll see her when she's dancing, she comes gliding across the room
Sidles up beside me, smelling of perfume
She says she lost her ride and could I take her somewhere?
Invites me inside, but I can't go there
It ain't no good at home, so go on out and get it
You're out most every night now, come on just admit it
She's sittin' there like fruit that's been ripened on the vine
And she's watchin' you get weaker almost every single time
Thinking you might have something she could really need
Something more than sensual that she ain't ever seen
So when she comes a callin', you best get right down those stairs
Come on off of that high horse, don't tell me you can't go there
What about those promises I made when I was young?
I don't aspire to do the things that my Daddy might have done
And is that the attraction? Do I remind you of your pa?
And you just gotta see those things your momma might of saw
I'll see you when you shimmy, when you come sliding across the room
And throw your arms around me a little bit too soon
Thinking that tonight I might take you off somewhere
Invite me deep inside but I can't go there
Hell's not just for sinners, no it's right here for those saints
Who can walk around avoiding all those lives that they could taint
And don't think I'm not humbled that you'd want a man like me
But I'm still working on the sins of a youth that follows me
I'll see you on the dance floor when that look comes to your eye
You're the type of appetite I could never satisfy
So you can keep on calling, though it won't go anywhere
I know that you'll beckon me, but I can't go there
4AM
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartache, Heartland, Hobo, Late Night, Memories, Mid West, Missing You, Moody, Reflective, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Lap Steel Guitar
BPM:
62
Key:
D
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
4AM
It's 4am. Sorry for calling. So how you been?
Bet you're still out on the ocean. With all those notions. In the sunshine.
Guess the ocean's OK. I'm back in the cornfields. Where I'll stay.
But hey...It's OK. I don't really miss you...'cept when I miss you.
You know your Mama still calls me? Asks me how I been. Tells me you're too thin.
Lord knows she don't like your new friend. Don't know where he's been. Don't know where he's sinned.
But hey...it's OK. I don't really miss you...'cept when I miss you.
It's 4am. Sorry for calling. So how you been?
Six Feet Down
Artist(s): Paul Otten
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Paul Otten (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
Americana, Folk, Indie, Indie College Radio, Indie Singer Songwriter, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Contemplative, Dark, Death, Depressed, Emotional, Gritty, Helpless, Hopeless, Intimate, Lone, Lost, Melancholy, Moody, Reflective, Sad, Somber, Victim
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Choir, Dobro, Drums, Harmonica, Melodica, Percussion, Piano
BPM:
80
Key:
C
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Six Feet Down
These days have their claws out
Scratching at my thoughts
The wind has a stench of
Barren trees mourning the fall
My dreams are a hostage
To the past's crooked plot
And so I'm left to wander
Through regret's prison walls
CHORUS:
And all the life in me went out
When all that I had went six feet down
My heart has been swallowed
By the cold ground
Six feet down
The sun's given up on
Trying to wake my weary soul
The calendar has clocked out
Packed its pages and moved on
My veins are the victim
Of a cold and bloodless drought
And my bones are left to wonder
Why they're still dragging me around
CHORUS
CHORUS
Sober Arms
Artist(s): G. Burton & Paul Otten
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Writer(s):
Gregory Burton (ASCAP) 50% / Paul Christopher Otten (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1940s, 1950s, Americana, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Moods Somber, Western
Keywords:
Bar, Breakup, Diner, Drinking, Emotional, Farm, Heartbreak, Heartfelt, Introspective, Jukebox, Last Call, Loneliness, Loss, Love, Melancholy, Nostalgia, Pool Hall, Ranch, Regret, Relationship, Retro, Retrospective, Roadhouse, Saloon, Slow Dance, Truck Stop, Western, Whiskey, Yearning
Instruments:
Acoustic Bass, Acoustic Guitar
BPM:
120
Key:
F♯/G♭
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sober Arms
THESE SMOKY EYES
THAT FIRST SAW YOU
IN THE MIDDLE OF THAT DANCE FLOOR
I SWEAR I'VE NEVER SEEN AN ANGEL
FALL FROM HEAVEN BEFORE
THESE TREMBLIN' HANDS
THAT HOLD MY WHISKEY
ARE THE SAME HANDS THAT HELD YOURS TIGHT
IF I KNEW THIS WOULD BE OUR LAST DANCE
I'D NEVER HAD LET GO OF YOUR HANDS THAT NIGHT
CHORUS
AND THESE SOBER ARMS
WERE MEANT TO HOLD YOU
EVERY DAY AND EVERY NIGHT
I WISH I TOLD YOU THAT I LOVE YOU
THE DAY, THE DAY YOU SAID GOODBYE
AND IN THESE DREAMS
I HAVE AT NIGHT
I DREAM OF DANCING WITH YOU AGAIN
BACK AND FORTH IN THE MOONLIGHT
WELL I'LL NEVER DANCE THAT WAY AGAIN
CHORUS
CHORUS
THESE SOBER ARMS THEY DO NOT LIE"
Just For Now
Artist(s): G. Burton
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Writer(s):
Gregory Burton (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Easy Listening, Folk, Indie, Indie College Radio, Indie Pop, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Moods Somber, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Confession, Contemplative, Emotional, Infidelity, Intimate, Introspective, Loneliness, Longing, Love, Melancholy, Momentary, Nostalgic, Romantic, Somber, Spontaneous, Yearning
Instruments:
Acoustic Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar
BPM:
81
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Just For Now
Just for now
We'll play all those games again
I'll try as hard as I can to pretend, that
Just for now
You don't have someone waiting for you
I'll bet you he don't know you the way I do
Just for now I'll make believe
That things ain't what they seem
Just for now
Just for now
I'll forget all those things that you said
About those doubts dancing in your head
Just for now
It seems that when you're here with me
There's no place else that I'd rather be
Just for now I'll make believe
Tomorrow you'll still be here with me
Just for now
I thank my lucky stars that brought you here tonight
For everything that's wrong just as much is right
And maybe just maybe somehow
We'll make this moment last for more than just for now
Just for now
And maybe just maybe somehow
We'll make this moment last for more than just for now
Just for now
Just for now
I think I man enough to admit
When you leave it'll be as lonely as it gets
Just for now
I'll shut up and kiss you
I'll kiss you before you even tell me to
Just for now I'll make believe
Tomorrow you'll still be here with me
Just for now
I thank my lucky stars
And these 2 bottles of wine
If you think this is wrong you wouldn't be here tonight
And maybe just maybe somehow
We'll make this moment last
Just for now
Walk Away
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
88
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Walk Away
So she don't love me that way
There's nothing left to do tonight but turn and walk away
And find some quiet little space
And pray to God I never have to see her pretty face
Again, Lord not again
Been down this road before I swore I'd never come again
Still too young to not be moved
Too old to be improved
Out here in the middle we got too damn much to lose
I know I'm not pretty enough
Lord knows I'm not rich enough
But keep it simple girl and I just might keep up
Again, Lord not again
Been down her road so many times It hardly seemed a sin
No she don't love me like that
Ahh the pregnant pause
Staring at the walls and I can't take those words back
I should keep my big mouth shut
Where's my Iowa? Hold it in boy And let the liquor prop you up
Again, Lord not again
Been down that road before
I swore I'd never come again
No she don't love me that way
There's nothing left to do tonight
But turn and walk away...
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