Tracks Similar To It's The Light
All Along That Mystic Highway
Artist(s): Tom Martin
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Writer(s):
Thomas Martin (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Folk
Subcategories:
Americana, Indie Americana, Indie Singer Songwriter, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Blue Collar, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Heartland, Introspective, Mid West, Nebraska, Railroad, Rambler, Reflective, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Southern, Story Tellers, Train Beat, Traveler, Traveling, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, Harmonica
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
95
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
All Along That Mystic Highway
ALL ALONG THAT MYSTIC HIGHWAY
VERSE 1
Like a gypsy rambler, since I left my home
Makin' friends of strangers, who let me rest my bones
All Along That Mystic Highway
VERSE 2
Some say the road's a passage, to a deeper life within
Some say you might find answers, if you listen to the wind
All Along That Mystic Highway
VERSE 3
Well the road will learn you lessons, and he don't tell no lies
Says if you keep on wonderin' son, you might find paradise
All Along That Mystic Highway
CHORUS
Lord I know I must keep on rollin'
When the wind is callin' my name
Yes I know I must keep on rollin'
All Along That Mystic Highway
VERSE 4
I may be walkin' into danger, may be walkin' to my doom
I may be walkin' into the glory, of the good Lord's parlor room
All Along That Mystic Highway
VERSE 5
Well the dusty road is my friend, we go back to when
The silhouetted mountains, they gave my heart a spin
All Along That Mystic Highway
CHORUS (2X)
TAG OUT
All Along That Mystic Highway
Don't Let the Travellin' Get You Down
Artist(s): Jonas Friddle
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Writer(s):
Jonas Friddle (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Folk
Subcategories:
Americana, Indie Americana, Indie Singer Songwriter, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Blue Collar, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Encouragement, Heartland, Introspective, Mid West, Railroad, Rambler, Reflective, Road Song, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Southern, Story Tellers, Train Beat, Traveler, Traveling, Vagabond, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, Harmonica
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
110
Key:
C
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Don't Let the Travellin' Get You Down
DON'T LET THE TRAVELLIN' GET YOU DOWN
VERSE 1
Don't let the traveling' get you down
Don't let it get you down
There's many a wonder to see in this world
If you don't let the traveling' get you down
VERSE 2
Don't let the leaving' hold you back
Don't let it hold you back
There's many a friend down the railroad track
If you don't let the leaving' hold you back
VERSE 3
Don't let the time spent make you stay
Don't let it make you stay
Time must fly and so must I
Don't let the time spent make you stay
VERSE 4
Don't let the travelin' get you down
Don't let it get you down
I'll see you someday on the bright highway
If you don't let the traveling' get you down
Least I'm Not Alone
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, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Bar, Blue Collar, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drinking, Heartland, Introspective, Mid West, Nebraska, Railroad, Reflective, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Spanish Flavor, Story Tellers, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train Beat, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar
Year Recorded:
2016
BPM:
95
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Least I'm Not Alone
So I jumped off here distally
There's nothing like the harmony
of knowing that the farthest point of origin will protect me
From all the empty promises
All the things that speak to me
and it's OK if I just stay at home
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
And I don't mind if you're not really here
I know it's truncated but clear
for all the world see
That you're here staring back at me
Hoping for some lateral device to pull the covers from my eyes
'Cause all these layers come and go
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
And night time's when it all starts getting strange
Wish I could simple rearrange that little part of me that lusts for the lobotomy
I need a little talking to and that's the door that you come through
To keep this boy from sinking like a stone
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
And I don't mind if you're not really here
I know you're nothing I should fear.
The world don't have to see that you're here standing next to me
'Cause I jumped off here distally
and there's nothing like the harmony of all these layers singing me back home
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
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
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
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
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
Sunday Afternoon
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Boxcar, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Travel, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
96
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sunday Afternoon
Sunday Afternoon
Yesterday was just like any other day it came and it was gone to the left, corner of my eye And I felt so unusual, having never stayed up To see the dawn going down, west coast eyes And I don't want you in the morning And I won't see you on your Sunday afternoon
Have you ever seen a Midwest sky late at night? When the rain starts coming down, it takes away your sight And you can run for cover as you try to run and hide You might scramble through the bushes to try and find some light But I don't want you in the morning And I won't see you on your Sunday afternoon
Hey now, do you really want to be? Hey now could you really forsake me? No I don't want you in the morning I won't see you on your Sunday afternoon
Well I ran into nothing Thursday afternoon He came up through the basement, came into my room So you're the one that says he only takes what he can get And leaves us on the sidewalk, a fading cigarette No I don't want you in the morning And I won't see you on your Sunday afternoon
So yesterday was just like any other day It came and it was gone to the left, corner of my eye And I felt so unusual, it was almost inconceivable I'd stayed up through the moonlight, west coast thighs But I don't want you in the morning And I won't see you on your Sunday afternoon
Hey now, do you really want to be? Hey now could you really forsake me? No I don't want you in the morning I won't see you on your Sunday afternoon
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
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
Wild Love
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
126
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wild Love
Wild Love
Ain't nothing special about it
So go on and shout it when you walk in the room
Don't need to worry 'bout your mama
No your papa he won't be home soon
Now the room is spinning
You're beginning to see the night turn to day
The sweat it runs together
Yeah he's thinking you might give it away.
Ain't nothing to it so girl just do it now...
You think you're something special
God's gift when your hips start to sway
You feel him sliding over
A spinning collection on promises made
Yeah there ain't nothing to it so girl just do it now...
Ain't nothing to it so girl just do it now...
All right
Okay
Tonight
Don't wait
Wild love Wild love Wild love Wild love.....
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
Someone Cries
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Desperado, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
110
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Someone Cries
Someone Cries
It's gonna be a long cold winter
Feel it on the wind tonight
The leaves are on the ground down near the gutter
The skies are gray and everything has died
I never went out looking for your affection
It's all fun and games 'til someone cries
I must have looked like I needed some protection
My clothes all dirty ragged and tired
But I was on my feet I had some direction
Had enough to eat, yeah I was doing fine
I never went out looking for your attention
It's all fun and games 'till someone cries...
Hayseed Girl
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
76
Key:
F♯/G♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hayseed Girl
Hayseed Girl
Hayseed girl
A country queen of the likes you've never seen
Hayseed girl
Kissin' cousins, you gotta love 'em
She'll tear your heart to pieces
And leave you crying on the ground
She'll take you down, to the river
And lay you down on sheets of linen
You won't shower and she won't care
She lets the ribbons fall down from her hair
Then tears your heart to pieces
And leaves you crying on the ground
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
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?
Yonder
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:
93
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Yonder
Lookey lookey yonder
Lookey lookey here
You used to call me your good friend
Now you call me dear
With that lipstick stain
Up and down my cheek
Your hair undone
Lord I go weak
Lookey Lookey yonder
Lookey lookey here
I know that you don't love me
So lets be clear
When you call my name
Our sweat don't lie
Your hair undone
Under Midwest skies
Lookey Lookey yonder
Lookey lookey here
You used to call me your good friend
Some day you'll call me dear
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...
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
Too Late
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Pop, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Slide Guitar
BPM:
85
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Too Late
Too Late
Ever just want to walk away?
Heard her say
Just for the day
Or is too late?
Ever just want a sunny day to fade to grey?
Can't find the shade
You're knowing it's too late?
Ever just want to walk away?
Instead you stay
To give it one more day
Knowing it's too late
Ever just want to run away?
Heard her say
Just for the day
Or is it too late?
Baa Baa Baa
Ever just want to walk away?
Heard her say
Just for the day
Or is too late?
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
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
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
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