Tracks Similar To No Easy Way Out
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
Ain't Love Hard Enough
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Robert McGilpin (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1990s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
America, Bar, Bills, Blue Collar, Classic, Domestic Dispute, Drinking, Family, Fighting, Forgiveness, Hard Luck, Heartland, In Love, Jukebox, Kids, Line Dance, Love Is Tough, Make up, Making Love, Money, Party, Paycheck, Redneck, Southern, Tough, Trouble, Trucks, Understanding, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano, Slide Guitar
Year Recorded:
1993
BPM:
112
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ain't Love Hard Enough
BOTH OF US WORKING EIGHT DAYS A WEEK
COME HOME SO TIRED WE HARDLY SPEAK
FUSSING AND FIGHTING OVER NOTHING AT ALL
AIN'T BUILDING BRIDGES JUST BUILDING WALLS
WHY DO WE MAKE IT SO DAMN TOUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH?
'CAUSE IT'S HARD ON ME AND IT'S HARD ON YOU
WE SHOULD BE LOVING LIKE WE USED TO DO
I DIDN'T KNOW THE ROAD COULD GET SO ROUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH
WHY MAKE IT HARDER THAN IT REALLY IS
THE WAY WE'RE LIVING AIN'T NO WAY TO LIVE
THE FIRE'S STILL BURNING BUT IT NEEDS SOME WOOD
WE GOT TO GET IT WHILE THE GETTING'S GOOD
DON'T HAVE TO MAKE IT SO DAMN TOUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH?
'CAUSE IT'S HARD ON ME AND IT'S HARD ON YOU
WE SHOULD BE LOVING LIKE WE USED TO DO
I DIDN'T KNOW THE ROAD COULD GET SO ROUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH
I'M CALLING A TRUCE, DON'T WANT TO HURT NO MORE
LET'S START MAKING LOVE INSTEAD OF WAR
'CAUSE IT'S HARD ON ME AND IT'S HARD ON YOU
WE SHOULD BE LOVING LIKE WE USED TO DO
I DIDN'T KNOW THE ROAD COULD GET SO ROUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH
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
My America
Artist(s): David Isaac Feldstein
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Writer(s):
David Isaac Feldstein (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
4th Of July, American Flag, Americana, Apple Pie, Army, Barbecue, Beer, Blue Collar, Camping, Cars, Cowboy, Heartland, Line Dance, Middle America, Neighbors, Party, Patriotic, Redneck, Road Trip, Texas, Tough, Travel, Trucks, USA, Western, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
116
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
My America
My America
Apple pie and muscle cars
Mom's cooking on a Sunday morning
Short skirts and loud guitars
A pony keg in the back of my HEMI
My skin bleeds red white and blue
Father to son, neighbor to neighbor
From me to you
My America is something you feel in your heart
My America nothing can tear us apart
New York City to the pretty people in L.A.
God Bless the U.S.A.
My America
God Bless the U.S.A.
My America
Rocky Mountain Park to Indiana farms
New England to the moon over Miami
Seattle, Oklahoma, Arizona, near or far
Every inch of this beautiful country
My skin bleeds red white and blue
Father to son, neighbor to neighbor
From me to you
My America is something you feel in your heart
My America nothing can tear us apart
New York City to the pretty people in L.A.
God Bless the U.S.A.
My America
God Bless the U.S.A.
My America
From the north to the south
From sea to shining sea
Land of the ones I love
Home of the free
My America is something you feel in your heart
My America nothing can tear us apart
New York City to the pretty people in L.A.
God Bless the U.S.A.
My America
God Bless the U.S.A.
My America
Dirty Dollar Day
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Robert McGilpin (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1990s, Americana, Country, Male Vocal, Rock, Western
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Bills, Blue Collar, Broke, Club, Commitment, Confident, Dollar, Factory, Family, Fun, Good Ol' Boy, Good Time, Gritty, Hard Working, Heartland, Kids, Line Dance, Money, Paycheck, Playful, Redneck, Retirement, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Southern, Tough, Trucks, Upbeat, Wife, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Violin
Year Recorded:
1993
BPM:
139
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dirty Dollar Day
EVERY WEEKDAY MORNING I WAKE UP I WANT TO STAY RIGHT THERE IN BED
THERE'S SO MANY THINGS THAT I'D RATHER DO BUT I GOTTA GO TO WORK INSTEAD
IT'S NOT THAT I NEED THE MONEY, IT'S THE BILLS I NEED TO PAY
I OWE, I OWE SO OFF TO WORK I GO ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
I SHOULD HAVE USED MY HEAD AND NOT MY BACK, I WOULDN'T BE IN THE SHAPE I'M IN
BUT WORKIN' HARD IS ALL I'VE EVER KNOWN, THAT'S JUST THE WAY IT'S ALWAYS BEEN
GOT A WIFE AND KIDS WHO DEPEND ON ME TO KEEP THE BIG BAD WOLVES AWAY
I OWE, I OWE SO OFF TO WORK I GO ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY I CAN'T PAY THE RENT
I'M SPENDING MORE MONEY THAN THE GOVERNMENT
THEY SAY THIS JOB IS HEAVEN SENT
BUT IT SEEMS LIKE HELL TO ME
IF I'M STILL ALIVE WHEN I'M SIXTY-FIVE
I'LL RETIRE AND GO FISHING ALL DAY
UNTIL THEN HERE IT COMES AGAIN
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
NOW MY FRIENDS DOWN AT THE FACTORY WELL WE ALL FEEL ABOUT THE SAME
WHEN YOU WORK FROM DAWN TILL THE SUN GOES DOWN NO TIME TO PLAY THE MONEY GAME
YOU KNOW I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO THE DAY I DON'T HAVE TO SAY
I OWE, I OWE SO OFF TO WORK I GO ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY I GOTTA PAY THE RENT
I'M SPENDING MORE MONEY THAN THE GOVERNMENT
THEY SAY THIS JOB IS HEAVEN SENT
BUT IT SEEMS LIKE HELL TO ME
FOLKS LIKE ME STILL HAVE OUR DREAMS
THEY'LL BE COMING TRUE SOMEDAY
UNTIL THEN HERE IT COMES AGAIN
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY I GOTTA PAY THE RENT
I'M SPENDING MORE MONEY THAN THE GOVERNMENT
THEY SAY THIS JOB IS HEAVEN SENT
BUT IT SEEMS LIKE HELL TO ME
FOLKS LIKE ME STILL HAVE OUR DREAMS
THEY'LL BE COMING TRUE SOMEDAY
UNTIL THEN HERE IT COMES AGAIN
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
UNTIL THEN HERE IT COMES AGAIN
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
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
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...
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...
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...
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
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
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
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
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
Drown In Alcohol
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, Alcoholism, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Beer, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Midwest, Moody, Railroad, Raw, 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:
130
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Drown In Alcohol
You stumble right into the beat
Leave us there shuffling our feet
Staring down at the floor
You got no claim at all
None that you'd recall
Drown in alcohol
Move it over, to some other part of the mind
I'll try
Living on the outside in
It's a helluva way begin
Leaning hard on new friends
But you got no claim at all
Not that you'd recall
Drown in alcohol
It's all over and you can't hold her anymore
Where's the door?
So stumble right into the street
Scrape those bended knees
Tell me I'm a tease
But you got no claim at all
None that you'd recall
Drown in alcohol
Silver Moon
Artist(s): Chris Wooley
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
1970s, Adult Contemporary, Easy Listening, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter, Soft Rock, Yacht Rock
Keywords:
AM Gold, AM Radio, Breakup, Broken Heart, Earnest, Emotional, Feelings, Heartfelt, Love, Melancholy, Relationship, Retro, Romance, Yearning
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Shaker, Strings, Tambourine
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
90
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Silver Moon
SILVER MOON
VERSE 1
It was like a dream
Two lovers we were one and the same
Everyone could see
As we laughed, walking in the pouring rain
PRE-CHORUS
How was I to know there could be a doubt
Now I ask the night, what was it all about
CHORUS
Silver moon
Tell me how to mend this broken heart of mine
Silver moon
Won't you shine for me and light the way for love to find
The way back, 'cos I need you and soon
Silver moon
VERSE 2
She was beautiful
With golden hair and eyes that looked deep in your soul
It was magical
If ever there was heaven and a love so whole
PRE-CHORUS
But how can love turn unexpectedly
I search the stars, what could the answer be
CHORUS
GUITAR SOLO
CHORUS
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
Here's Where I Shine
Artist(s): Paul Otten
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Writer(s):
Dean Brantley Taylor (ASCAP) 50% / Gregg Mandel (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Folk
Subcategories:
Acoustic, Americana, Country Folk, Group Vocal, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Advertisement, Airy, Cheerful, Cheery, Confident, Dreams, Family, Freedom, Friendship, Fun, Glee, Glowing, Happy, Hopeful, Inspirational, Joyful, Kids, Motivational, Optimistic, Organic, Playful, Positive, Promo, Satisfied, Success, Sunny, Sweet, Travel Channel, Upbeat, Uplifting
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Hand Claps, Percussion, Piano, Shaker, Tambourine, Ukulele
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
83
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Here's Where I Shine
Stumbling, searching for love in the night
Getting in deep, dark and lost, friendship so hard to find
Needing illumination for my line of sight
I happen on this glowing place and plug in to its light
Here's where I shine, here's where I shine
Hope flashing big and bright, thoughts energized
Heart beam lit far and wide, beautiful way up high
Everyone knows it's mine, here's where I shine
Radiant happy daydreams come to life
I'm magically inhabiting visions from my mind
They get a transformation to reality
Like I'm vividly projected on a living movie screen
I'm a star to be seen
Here's where I shine, here's where I shine
Hope flashing big and bright, thoughts energized
Heart beam lit far and wide, beautiful way up high
Everyone knows it's mine, here's where I shine
The people here electrify, they make me shine
Like a spotlight, like a neon sign
Like the sun and the fireflies, I shine, I shine
This is my place, this is my time
Here's where I shine, here's where I shine
Hope flashing big and bright, thoughts energized
Heart beam lit far and wide, beautiful way up high
Dazzling, it's mine, here's where I shine
Here's where I shine, here's where I shine
Hope flashing big and bright, thoughts energized
Heart beam lit far and wide, beautiful way up high
Dazzling, it's mine, here's where I shine
Could It Be Love
Artist(s): Clark Van Norris (feat. Ryan Stuart)
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Writer(s):
Clark Van Norris (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Adult Contemporary, Contemporary Country, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rock
Keywords:
Earnest, Happy, Heartfelt, Infatuation, Love, Positive, Relationship, Romantic, Summer, Sweet, Tender, Warm
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard
BPM:
78
Key:
D
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Could It Be Love
Satellites go round, round, round, round
My heart beats down, down, down, down
Every moment that I hold, your hand
Every little thing you do,
I, love every part of you
I, just want to be your man
Could it be my time, to say the right line, give me a real sign
Could it be love
Would it be all right, if we stay all night, under the moonlight
Could it be love
Baby, sparks fly all around, you and me, that's what it's all about Everyday, I'm here to stay, with you
Could it be love
Baby what do you say
We, run so far away
No one in the world will know we're there
You and me every night
Everything feels so right
I, want you, oh I swear
Chorus
Baby you look so fine
Will you be forever mine
Chorus
Love Don't Have To Hurt
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Robert McGilpin (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1990s, Ballad, Country, Easy Listening, Folk, Male Vocal, Pop, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Adoration, Appreciation, Commitment, Dating, Disappointment, Emotional, Focused, Forever, Happy, Heartache, Heartfelt, Hope, Joyful, Kindness, Longing, Love, Loyal, Mistake, New Beginning, New Love, New Promise, One Man Woman, Patience, Positive, Promise, Relationship, Romance, Sensitive, Slow Dance, Support, Thoughtful, Together, Trust, Understanding, Uplifting, Waiting
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano, Violin
Year Recorded:
1992
BPM:
101
Key:
F
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Love Don't Have To Hurt
YOUR HEART'S BEEN SHATTERED LIKE A PANE OF GLASS
LOVE HAS LEFT YOU LONELY AND COLD
AFRAID YOUR FUTURE MIGHT REPEAT THE PAST
BUT YOU STILL WANT SOMEONE TO HOLD
WHAT CAN I DO TO PROVE TO YOU
I'D TREAT YOU LIKE DIAMONDS NOT DIRT
DARLING THIS TIME, LOVE DON'T HAVE TO HURT
WELL, I'M NO STRANGER TO THE PAIN
I KNOW THE TASTE OF BITTER GOODBYE
BUT SINCE WE MET I'D RISK IT ALL AGAIN
ON THE CHANCE THESE BROKEN WINGS MIGHT FLY
WHAT CAN I DO TO PROVE TO YOU
THAT I WOULD ALWAYS PUT YOU FIRST
DARLING THIS TIME, LOVE DON'T HAVE TO HURT
JUST TAKE MY HAND, TOGETHER WE'LL JUMP THROUGH THE FIRE
HIGHER AND HIGHER, THIS TIME OUR LOVE WON'T GET BURNED
WHAT CAN I DO TO PROVE TO YOU
I'D TREAT YOU LIKE DIAMONDS NOT DIRT
DARLING THIS TIME, LOVE DON'T HAVE TO HURT
JUST TAKE MY HAND, TOGETHER WE'LL JUMP THROUGH THE FIRE
HIGHER AND HIGHER, THIS TIME OUR LOVE WON'T GET BURNED
LOVE DON'T HAVE TO HURT
DARLING THIS TIME, LOVE DON'T HAVE TO HURT
DARLING THIS TIME, LOVE DON'T HAVE TO HURT
DARLING THIS TIME, LOVE DON'T HAVE TO HURT
Iron Hill Road
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Robert McGilpin (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1990s, Americana, Country, Male Vocal, Western
Keywords:
Backwoods, Battle, Bible Belt, Blood, Change, Cotton Fields, Country Life, Country Road, Deep South, Family, Hard Work, Heart, Heroism, Hills, Home, Love of the Land, Memories, Open Fields, Proud, Red White and Blue, Soldier, Southern, Story Teller, Tennessee, Tradition, Victory
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano, Slide Guitar
Year Recorded:
1993
BPM:
87
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Iron Hill Road
Lyrics JESSE WAS BORN IN TENNESEE
RAISED IN A TIN ROOF SHACK
AN OLD WOOD SWING ON THE FRONT PORCH
AND A QUARTER MOON SHED OUT BACK
HIS DADDY WORKED THE COTTON FIELDS
MAMA DID THE COOKING AT HOME
IRON HILL ROAD'S WHERE HE GREW UP
IT'S PART OF HIS FLESH AND BONE
HE USED TO WALK THAT LONG AND DUSTY ROAD
GO FISHING AT GREY'S POND
SUNDAY MORNING GO TO CHURCH
THOSE FAMILY TIES WERE STRONG
WELL AFTER SCHOOL HE'D WORK THE FIELDS
WITH ONLY HIS TWO HANDS
THAT SIMPLE LIFE WAS SOMETIMES HARD
IT MADE THAT BOY A MAN
AND THE BLOOD OF THOSE HILLS RUNS DEEP IN HIS VEINS
LIKE A TORCH HE CARRIES ON HIS FAMILY NAME
AND WHEN IT'S TIME TO GO, PLEASE BURY HIM HEART AND SOUL
DOWN ON IRON HILL ROAD
HE LEFT HOME TO SERVE HIS COUNTRY
ON THE DAY HE TURNED EIGHTEEN
JESSE TRAVELED OFF TO FOREIGN LAND
TO PROTECT THE AMERICAN DREAM
HE WAS AMBUSHED OUT ON PATROL
NO CHANCE TO TURN AROUND
SO HE CHARGED AHEAD, SAVED FIFTEEN MEN
BEFORE HE HIT THE GROUND
AND THE BLOOD OF THOSE HILLS RUNS DEEP IN HIS VEINS
LIKE A TORCH HE CARRIES ON HIS FAMILY NAME
AND WHEN IT'S TIME TO GO, PLEASE BURY HIM HEART AND SOUL
DOWN ON IRON HILL ROAD
HE WAS LEFT FOR DEAD AND CAPTURED
AND LOST AMONG THE TEARS
IT WAS LIKE HE ROSE UP FROM THE GRAVE
COMING HOME AFTER ALL THOSE YEARS
HE FOUND THAT SHACK HAD FALLEN
AND THEY PAVED THAT ROAD TO TOWN
BUT WHEN HE STOOD ATOP THAT HILL
JESSE KNEELED AND KISSED THE GROUND
YEH, THE BLOOD OF THOSE HILLS RUNS DEEP IN HIS VEINS
LIKE A TORCH HE CARRIES ON HIS FAMILY NAME
WHEN IT'S TIME TO GO, PLEASE BURY HIM HEART AND SOUL
DOWN ON IRON HILL ROAD
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
Young American
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, Organ
BPM:
100
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Young American
Young American
He don't like working, he just likes smoking He don't like voting but he'll tell you what he wants He don't like Sundays and he don't like Mondays He don't like nothing, his Daddy taught him that
How's the wind blow, with that Nintendo Blowing though his holy sacred quiet room? And do you really, need to be haunted? Can't you see the truth that's there in front of you?
He's just a young American, down on his knees just a young American, he won't say please just a young American, down on his luck just a young American, don't give a...
Lately no one will go out riding To raise that cain you thought you'd always have and own Now it's too crowded and no one's listening And while they're talking you'd rather be alone
He's just a young American, down on his knees just a young American, he won't say please just a young American, down on his luck just a young American, don't give a...
It gets so quiet when you're sleeping Hard to imagine that you're still here anyway The morning's harder, with swollen ashtrays They take you down a notch and start you on your way
He's just a young American, down on his knees just a young American, he won't say please just a young American, down on his luck just a young American, don't give a...
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.....
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
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