Tracks Similar To Hot August Sun
Cottonmouth Swamp
Artist(s): William Bonner Black
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Writer(s):
Michael Sokolis (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
Americana, Blues, Instrumental
Keywords:
Back Porch, Barren, Cajun, Country Blues, Desert, Earthy, Fields, Gritty, Louisiana, Organic, Railroad, Raw, Roots, Scorching, South, Swamp, Sweat, Western
Instruments:
Bottleneck Guitar, Drums, Mallets, Slide Guitar
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
125
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Mossy Oaks
Artist(s): Austin Filingo
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Writer(s):
Austin Filingo (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Documentary, Instrumental, Instrumental-Only, Underscore
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bluesy, Dark, Desert, Dirt Road, Down Home, Dreamy, Dusty, Earthy, Forlon, Gritty, Hardship, Homeless, Introspective, Melancholy, Moody, Plains, Poor, Southern, Street Busker, Streets, Struggle
Instruments:
Acoustic Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Percussion
BPM:
72
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Quiet Tonight
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Brooding, Countryside, Dark, Depressed, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Dusty, Empty, Falling Out Of Love, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Lonely, Longing, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rough, Sad, Searching, Seedy Motel, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
41
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
2/4
Lyrics:
Quiet Tonight
Quiet Tonight
I don't like my website cause it's like my love life, so out of date and the content's not right.
But I still write letters that I'll never send, I prefer email when I'm smitten again.
We fall down slide on down get those memories out of sight, and it's quiet so quiet tonight.
Darling I've fallen right out of love, I know you weren't looking so sorry to shove.
The smell on the pillow when I turn out the light, tells me it's over but won't tell me it's right.
We fall down slide on down keep those memories out of sight, and it's quiet so quiet tonight.
Just cause it's older. don't make it better. Your masters degree has been wearing on me.
I don't like my website cause it's like my love life, so out of date and the content's not right...
Pearl
Artist(s): Paul Otten
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Writer(s):
Paul Christopher Otten (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues Rock, Indie Rock, Instrumental
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Dark, Dirty, Drifter, Dust Bowl, Gritty, Heartland, Hobo, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Raw, Roadhouse, Rootsy, Searching, Southern, Struggle, Swampy, Vagabond, Working Man
Instruments:
Guitar, Hand Claps, Percussion, Slide Guitar
BPM:
80
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Black Crow Blues
Artist(s): Simplesong John
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Writer(s):
Michael Sokolis (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Indie Rock, Instrumental
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Dark, Depression, Dirty, Drifter, Drifting, Dust Bowl, Gritty, Heartland, Hobo, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Raw, Roadhouse, Rootsy, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Struggle, Swampy, Vagabond, Working Man
Instruments:
Guitar, Hand Claps, Percussion, Slide Guitar
BPM:
140
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
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
Praying For Hope
Artist(s): Martino Vercesi and Claudio Ottaviano
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Writer(s):
Claudio Ottaviano (SIAE) 50% / Martino Vercesi (SIAE) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Drama
Subcategories:
Americana, Documentary, Folk, Human Interest, Instrumental, Solo Guitar
Keywords:
Airy, Ambient, Atmospheric, Beauty, Bittersweet, Contemplative, Earthy, Emotional, Gentle, Heartfelt, Hopeful, Introspective, Mellow, Minimal, Nature, On The Road, Organic, Outdoors, Pensive, Reflective, Tender, Travel, Western
Instruments:
Acoustic Bass, Electric Guitar, Solo Electric Guitar
Track Styles:
Production
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
55
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Shadows
Artist(s): Austin Filingo
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Writer(s):
Austin Filingo (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Singer Songwriter
Subcategories:
Documentary, Folk, Instrumental, Instrumental-Only, Nature, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Advertising, Airy, Ambient, Beauty, Bittersweet, Contemplative, Earthy, Easy Going, Family, Fields, Friendship, Garden, Gentle, Heartfelt, Intimate, Introspective, Laid Back, Light, Melancholy, Mellow, Natural, Nature, Organic, Outdoors, Pollution, Reflective, Sad, Space, Strum, Tender, Warm
Instruments:
Acoustic Bass, Electric Guitar, Nylon String Guitar, Percussion
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
138
Key:
E
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Stars In The Sky
Artist(s): Terry Blackwell
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Writer(s):
Terry L. Blackwell (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Singer Songwriter
Subcategories:
Documentary, Folk, Instrumental, Pop, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Advertising, Airy, Beauty, Bittersweet, Bright, Carefree, Contemplative, Earthy, Easy Going, Family, Feel Good, Fields, Friendship, Garden, Gentle, Happy, Heartfelt, Heartwarming, Intimate, Introspective, Joy, Laid Back, Light, Looking Back, Mellow, Natural, Nature, Organic, Outdoors, Pleasant, Positive, Reflective, Strum, Sweet, Tender, Together, Uncertain
Instruments:
Solo Acoustic Guitar
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
96
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Peaceful Journey
Artist(s): Terry Blackwell
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Writer(s):
Terry L. Blackwell (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Singer Songwriter
Subcategories:
Documentary, Folk, Instrumental, Pop, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Advertising, Airy, Beauty, Bittersweet, Bright, Carefree, Contemplative, Earthy, Easy Going, Family, Feel Good, Fields, Friendship, Garden, Gentle, Happy, Heartfelt, Heartwarming, Intimate, Introspective, Joy, Laid Back, Light, Looking Back, Mellow, Natural, Nature, Organic, Outdoors, Pleasant, Positive, Reflective, Strum, Sweet, Tender, Together, Warm
Instruments:
Solo Acoustic Guitar
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
120
Key:
E
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Ain't Gonna Back Away
Artist(s): Josh Coleman & Paul Otten
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Writer(s):
Joshua Coleman (BMI) 50% / Thomas Cramer (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues Rock, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Assertive, Backwoods, Bar, Bayou, Bold, Confident, Criminal, Desperate, Escape, Face Off, Fed Up, Fighting, Free, Fugitive, Ghost Town, Grit, Gritty, Independent, Lone, Murder, On The Lam, Outlaw, Railroad, Raw, Roadhouse, Rough, Rugged, South, Southern, Struggle, Swampy, The Law, Tough, Truck Stop
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Slide Guitar
BPM:
131
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ain't Gonna Back Away
Another man mighta run
Grabbed his bags, sold his gun
Backed away - said he's done
Me I'll stand my ground
Yeah I'll stand my ground
CHORUS:
Come with a sawed off
Better get your shot off before i do
Tell them others go ahead make your move
When it's time I hope you still know how to pray
Cause I won't back away
Ain't gonna back away
Watch the earth take another turn
Watch some folks, how they never learn
Dusk to dawn, eye for an eye
Won't be the one to die
Ain't gonna die
CHORUS
Ain't gonna back away
Ain't gonna back away
Ain't gonna back away
Ain't gonna back away
Ain't gonna back away
Sweet Wild Thing
Artist(s): Biff Scarborough
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Michael Sokolis (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1950s, 1960s, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Roots
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Deep South, Delta Blues, Desire, Dobro, Earnest, Earthy, Gritty, Louisiana, Lust, Manly, Old School Blues, Old Time Blues, Organic, Passionate, Relationship, Roots Blues, Sex, Street Smart
Instruments:
Bottleneck Guitar, Dobro, Resonator Guitar, Slide Guitar, Solo Acoustic Guitar, Stomp Board
BPM:
105
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sweet Wild Thing
Sweet Wild Thing
How long, how long must I wait?
Oh I know a better way
Gimme that sweet, wild thing
Yeah you heard what I said
Well, gimme that sweet, wild thing
Now it's time that you did
In my chamber a bullet waits
Pull my trigger don't hesitate
Now sweet, wild thing
Yeah I swear I'll do right
Now gimme that sweet, wild thing
All day & all night
Well it's sweeter than candy
Sweeter than cherry pie
It's sweet enough
To make a grown man cry
How long how long must I wait
Oh, I know a better way
Gimme that sweet, wild thing
And let's stop wastin' time
Just gimme that sweet, wild thing
Or I'll lay down & die
The Sky Is Falling
Artist(s): Biff Scarborough
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Michael Sokolis (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1950s, 1960s, 1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Apocalyptic, Bad Times, Chicago Blues, Country Blues, Desperate, Doomed, Earthy, Ending, Gritty, Old School Blues, Passionate, Roots, Sad, Troubled, Upset, Worried
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Harmonica, Tambourine
BPM:
123
Key:
C
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Sky Is Falling
Well the sky is falling
Now the storm is comin' down
Yeah the sky is falling
Bad storm is comin' down
You better take cover people
Gonna wash away this town
Cain slew Able
And the troubles all began
Brother Cain slew Able
That's when the troubles all began
I got a real bad feelin'
That kinda trouble's here again
So look out
Whoa
Well the sky is falling
That old levee gonna break
Yeah the sky is falling
Levee sure can't take the strain
Oh, in over 200 years
Ain't ever seen this kinda rain
Whoa
You're So Mean
Artist(s): Biff Scarborough
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Michael Sokolis (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1940s, 1950s, 1960s, Blues, Blues Rock, Chicago Blues, Electric Blues, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Behavior, Bothered, Bravado, Cocky, Confidence, Conflict, Disturbed, Earnest, Earthy, Fed Up, Fight Back, Greasy, Gritty, Harmony Vocals, Humor, Ironic, Irony, Misbehave, Mistreated, Old School Blues, Old Time Blues, Organic, Passionate, Persuasion, Relationship, Rollicking, Roots, Roots Blues, Sass, Shuffle, Slow, Sparse, Street Smart, Unrest, Upset
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Harmonica (Harp), Tambourine
BPM:
115
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You're So Mean
You're So Mean
Well I just don't know baby
How much more I can take
You're so cruel Treat me like a fool
Why don't you behave?
You are so mean, mean, mean
I know what I seen
What got into you to make you so mean?
I'd trade all my tomorrows
If you would do right now
On my last breath If this is all that's left
Go ahead shoot me now
'Cuz you're so mean, mean, mean
I know what I seen
What got into you to make you so mean?
Well I'd rather breathe fire
Or drink in the salty sea
Than ever get this mistreated again
You best believe me
'Cuz you're so mean, mean, mean
I know what I seen
What got into you to make you so mean?
Lost In The Blues
Artist(s): Biff Scarborough
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Michael Sokolis (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
Blues, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
12 Bar Blues, Back Porch, Cell Block, Chain Gang, Change of Fortune, Country Blues, Deep South, Delta, Depression Era, Down On Your Luck, Dust Bowl, Hard Times, Homeless, Jail, Jailhouse, Laid Back, Lonely, Lost, Louisiana, Low Down, Mississippi, New Orleans, Old School, Old Time, Railroad, Roadhouse, Roots, Soulful, Street Corner, Swamp, Trailer Park, Tramp, Vagabond
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Acoustic Guitars, Harmonica, Stomp Board
BPM:
80
Key:
E
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Lost In The Blues
Lost In The Blues
It's down, it's down the road for you
It's down, it's down the road for you
You been lookin' round to find me
I'm just lost in the blues
Well not so long ago I just couldn't lose
Well not so long ago I just couldn't lose
Then hard times, they found me
Now I'm lost in the blues
Bridge: You say rise above it. You say it's in my mind
But when you're down here brother relief is hard to find
Ah ooh Now what am I to do?
Believe me when I tell you that I'm lost in the blues
Solo
Yeah mind, you better mind the things you do
Yeah mind, you better mind the things you do
'Cuz if you don't do right you'll be lost in the blues.
Lost in the blues
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
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
Tiny Angel
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Boxcar, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
137
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Tiny Angel
Tiny Angel
You won't tell me when we're going, you won't tell me when we're there
And you never stop to take a breath, Lord knows it's only air
You go down sweet Virginia into that darkness that I know
That's why we're always together when they shoo us out the door
Of some bar where we'll find shelter from those stars there as they blink
With the sidewalk rolling round and round as we walk up to the brink
of that trouble you know it's coming 'cause this town knows that's in store
And if I had an ounce of sense I suppose I'd walk right out the door
But I watch her as she stumbles through the headlights and the glass
And I see a tiny angel that used to pray with me at Mass
Didn't know then that she'd be running from the hard light of the sun
That she'd never find the comfort of those mornings when we were young
So go on down now sweet Virginia with your silly drunken stare
I'll be here come closing time, you know I'm always there
To try and round up all those pieces maybe keep them in one place
Hold you through those nightmares and the changes on your face
But I'm always there come morning when you're lying on the mend
'Cause you'll be up come sundown to do it all again
Tell Me (You're The One)
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Boxcar, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Home, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Open Road, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Travel, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
143
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Tell Me (You're The One)
Tell Me (You're the One)
Tell me you're the one that'll always drive me crazy
Tell me you're the one that still wants to have my baby
Tell me you're the one that never has to fake it
When you say that it's alright I could not make it
Tell me I could stop this any time I want to
Tell me I got heart, enough to drive a truck through
Tell me I can go on sleeping if I need to
Tell me I could hang it up and just come on home to you. To you
'Cause I just can't smile anymore
Tell me I could walk away from these hot lights
Tell me I could leave that neon late night
Tell me I should do whatever I want to
Dig a ditch, hell you don't care, as long as I come home to you.
To you To you To you
Tell me I'm the one that never leaves you lonely
Tell I'm the one, that one true one and only
Tell me it's alright that I don't shed tears to cry
Tell me I'm the one that'll always make you happy
Tell me I'm the one that always leaves you laughing
Tell me I'm the one you're dreaming of late at night
Straight out of our minds, straight out of our minds
Tell me you're the one that'll always drive me crazy
Tell me you're the one that still wants to have my baby
Tell me I'm the one you're dreaming of late at night
Take Me 2 My Home
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Explicit Lyrics, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Home, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
82
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Take Me 2 My Home
Take Me 2 My Home
Out here in the country, we don't got much to do
And I don't have much ambition, I'd rather lie here with you
No I don't like the city, the bright lights don't appeal
They all tend to smell shitty, nothing like a green field
Take me to my home,
Take me to my home
You know we're all alone, so get yourself off of roam
And take me to my home
And I won't stand on tradition
I know that nothing can last
Still too young for nostalgia, I won't live in the past
There ain't nothing before here and there ain't nothing behind
I'm right here in this moment, staring it down, taking my sweet time
Take me to my home,
Take me to my home
You know we're all alone, so get yourself off of roam
And take me to my home
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...
Just Shoot Me
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
102
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Just Shoot Me
Just Shoot Me
I've been walking in my hometown
And I keep tripping on memories of you
And now you're long gone and I'm still reeling
Mining deeper shades of blue
I walk these same old streets
And I eat the same old meats
But I don't cook them, like me, they're raw straight through
Yeah my hearts already gone and my body can't have long
So go on and shoot me, so the rest of me can die
I don't sleep now, and I don't eat now
I keep catching glimpses of you
Now you're long gone, and I'm still talking
To some ghost of a girl that I once knew
Yeah I walk these same old streets
And I keep the same old beats
But I don't cook them, like me, they're raw straight through
My hearts already gone and my body can't have long
So go on shoot me, so the rest of me can die
Go on shoot me, so the rest of me can die
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
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.
Forsaken
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Explicit Lyrics, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Sinner, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
123
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Forsaken
Forsaken
Lord please do forgive me for these sins that I've committed and the shit forsaken soul that I've become.
Don't know how it happened, took a wrong turn down near Memphis, now my liver's boxed and I'm feeling overcome.
And I can't take confession anymore. And I can't find my way back to your door.
Lord please do forgive me for those sins that I forgotten and these ill-begotten party favor gains.
Don't know where it happened, hopped the wrong rail down near Georgia, now the train I'm on takes your name in vain.
Yeah and I can't take communion anymore. Yeah and I can't find my way back to your door.
Lord please do forgive me for I've coveted another, now I'm wrapped in my own blanket of disdain.
Don't know how it happened, the neighbor she came calling, now we're lying here and we can't clean up the stain.
Yeah and mama would be so proud, and grandma's wrapped in shrouds of shame.
Yeah but mamas are always proud, and grandma's not impressed by hollow fame.
So Lord please do forgive me for these sins that I've committed and the shit forsaken soul that I've become.
I never thought I'd need you. Never could believe you. Never thought I'd crawl back to your door...
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