Tracks Similar To Nowhere To Go
I Got More Bills Than I Got Pay
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
Americana, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Entertainment News Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Classic, Club, Confident, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Line Dance, Money, Paycheck, Playful, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Tough, Upbeat, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
116
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Got More Bills Than I Got Pay
I GOT MORE BILLS THAN I GOT PAY
I got more bills than I got pay
Bills keep coming every day
I watch my money slip away
Till there is nothing left to save
I just keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
I work a sixty hour week
Barely making both ends meet
I need to win the lottery
Cause that's the only hope for me
Till then I'm working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
What comes in slow, goes out fast
I just can't seem to make my money last
A broken back and swollen feet
That's all I get for working eight days a week
I'm just like every working man
Who tries to do the best he can
I keep a few bucks in my hand
And give the rest to Uncle Sam
So I'll keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
What comes in slow, goes out fast
I just can't seem to make my money last
A broken back and swollen feet
That's all I get for working eight days a week
I'm just like every working man
Who tries to do the best he can
I keep a few bucks in my hand
And give the rest to Uncle Sam
So I'll keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
I just keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
Wicked Hearted Woman
Artist(s): Sugaray
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Bayou, Breakup, Chicago, Classic, Club, Delta, Devil, Down And Out, Down On Your Luck, Drinking, Drunk, Emotional, Gritty, Heartfelt, Introspective, Last Call, Late Night, Louisiana, Melancholy, Memphis, Mississippi, Mistrust, Passionate, Raunchy, Redneck, Relationship, Retro, Roadhouse, Roots, Sad, Sexy, Sleazy, Soulful, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Voodoo, Wicked
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
87
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wicked Hearted Woman
Wicked Hearted Woman
She's a wicked hearted woman
Put some voodoo on my soul
She's a wicked hearted woman
Put some voodoo on my soul
I don't know if I can trust her
But I can't ever let her go
Well I know she must be evil
'Cause I can feel it in my bones
Well I know she must be evil
'Cause I can feel it in my bones
She done put some spell on me
And made me leave my happy home
Solo
She's a wicked hearted woman
But that's alright with me
Yeah she's a wicked hearted woman
Lord but that's alright with me
'Cause I'm addicted to her lovin'
I hope she never sets me free
Oh Lord I'm addicted to her lovin'
An' I hope she never sets me free
Cotton Candy
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Exercise, Fun, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Motorcycle, Playful, Promo, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Shuffle, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Strut, Texas, Tough, Travel, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
116
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
6/8
Lyrics:
Cotton Candy
COTTON CANDY
Cotton Candy you're so sweet
The way you taste knocks me off my feet
Cotton Candy you're so fine
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I know I'll never give you up
'Cause I can't ever get enough -- of my
Cotton Candy
You're my Cotton Candy
You're my Cotton Candy
And you're sweet as sweet can be
Cotton Candy I know it's wrong
But I just want you all day long
Cotton Candy seems so right
I want you even more at night
Your kind of sugar don't fill me up
And I can't ever get enough -- of my
Cotton Candy
You're my Cotton Candy
You're my Cotton Candy
And you're sweet as sweet can be
Cotton Candy
You're my Cotton Candy
You're my Cotton Candy
And you're sweet as sweet can be
Move On Down The Road
Artist(s): Sugaray
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Bayou, Biker, Chicago, Classic, Club, Confident, Delta, Free, Freedom, Gritty, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Memphis, Mississippi, Motorcycle, Raunchy, Redneck, Retro, Road, Roadhouse, Roots, Rowdy, Shuffle, Southern, Strut, Swamp, Texas, Tough, Tramp, Travel, Trucker, Trucks, Vagabond
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
120
Key:
A
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
6/8
Lyrics:
Move On Down The Road
Move On Down The Road
I'm gonna move, move on down the road
I'm gonna move, move on down the road
You know there's nothing gonna stop me
The road's my only home
I'm gonna roll, roll on down the line
I'm gonna roll, roll on down the line
I got the pedal to the metal
Gonna leave my blues behind
I woke up this morning
Didn't know where I was
She said why you leaving
I said baby just because
I gotta move, move on down the road
You know there's nothing gonna stop me
The road's my only home
Don't know where I'm going
Don't know where I've been
Just know in the morning
I'll be on my way again
I'm gonna move, move on down the road
You know there's nothing gonna stop me
The road's my only home
Yeah there's nothing gonna stop me
The road's my only home
Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Artist(s): Dixon
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.33% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.33%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Blue Collar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Down Home, Driving, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Groove, Happy, Heartland, Jukebox, Line Dance, Money, Motorcycle, Playful, Promo, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Sports, Texas, Toe Tapping, Tough, Travel, Truck Stop, Upbeat, Western, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Piano
BPM:
108
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Hey you pretty ladies, are you checkin' me out
You know I'm the one your momma warned you about
Well I'm tough as nails, baddest man around
Girl if you wanna rock I'll turn your world upside down
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Then baby, I'm your man
I got an ol' Super B, cruise at 105
Pedal to the metal baby, it's the only way to drive
I live on the edge seven days a week
So come along honey if you can stand the heat
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Then baby, I'm your man
Girl I'm the baddest bone in the neighborhood
Nah, you don't need no George Thorogood
I'm gonna rock you every night and day
Make you forget about ol' Stevie Ray
So we're gonna party, past closing time
Still be goin strong when the sun starts to shine
We can shoot at the stars, howl at the moon
An' when it comes to lovin', we're gonna break all the rules
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Then baby, I'm your man
Redheads, Brunettes And Blondes
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow & the Boys from Home
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.33% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.33%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Blue Collar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Driving, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Happy, Heartland, Jukebox, Line Dance, Money, Motorcycle, Party, Playful, Promo, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Sports, Texas, Toe Tapping, Tough, Travel, Truck Stop, Upbeat, Western, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Piano
BPM:
78
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Redheads, Brunettes And Blondes
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Some guys like what they can buy
With the almighty dollar bill
Fancy clothes, fancy cars
And a big house on the hill
Well all I need is the simple things
To keep me goin' strong
Rock 'n Roll music, ice cold beer
And Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Short and tall, I love them all
I wish they could all be mine
Thank God for those lovely women
Who like to party and have a good time
The way they walk, the way they talk
You know they really got it goin' on
Yeah the finest girls in the whole wide world are those
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Well I don't need no fashion queen
Or a multimillionaire
The thing that really turns me on
Is the color of their hair
You might say I'm picky
But I don't think that's wrong
Cause the only kind of girls I like
Are Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Short and tall, I love them all
I wish they could all be mine
Thank God for those lovely women
Who like to party and have a good time
The way they walk, the way they talk
You know they really got it goin' on
Yeah the finest girls in the whole wide world are those
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Solo
Short and tall, I love them all
I wish they could all be mine
Thank God for those lovely women
Who like to party all the time
The way they walk, the way they talk
You know they really got it goin' on
Yeah the finest girls in the whole wide world are those
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Yeah the finest girls in the whole wide world are those
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Lady Luck
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Breakup, Classic, Club, Coffee House, Depressed, Down And Out, Emotional, Energetic, Gambling, Gritty, Groove, Heartfelt, Introspective, Las Vegas, Melancholy, Passionate, Porn, Relationship, Roadhouse, Sad, Sly, Soulful, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Tough, Unlucky
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ, Piano, Saxophone, Vibraphone
BPM:
90
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Lady Luck
LADY LUCK
Girl I begged you not to leave me
But your bag's already packed
It seems there ain't a single word to say
That gonna ever bring you back
Maybe it's just the luck of the draw
But I never seem to win
And it looks like Lady Luck's
Gone and dealt me out again
You said I lied to win you over
And that must be what you believe
But when it comes to love I ain't no gamblin' man
I got no aces up my sleeve
They say it's just the way the card's will fall
Still I never seem to win
And it looks like Lady Luck's
Gone and dealt me out again
I know I never said I'm sorry
Lord knows many times I tried
Now here I am with just these lonely walls
Just me and my foolish pride
Maybe it's just the luck of the draw
But I never seem to win
And it looks like Lady Luck's
Gone and dealt me out again
Ain't No Bad Time
Artist(s): Dixon
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.33% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.33%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Blue Collar, Classic, Club, Confident, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Jukebox, Line Dance, Party, Paycheck, Playful, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Texas, Tough, Truck Stop, Upbeat, Western, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Piano
BPM:
76
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ain't No Bad Time
Ain't No Bad Time
Fired from my job
Working for the man
Drove me to the limit
Well I do the best I can
I never liked him anyway
Now it looks like I'm free
I'm so happy I could sing
Ain't no bad time, for a good thing
Came home late
Whiskey on my breath
Baby said "Honey
You're just like all the rest"
She never liked me anyway
And that's all right with me
She tossed my bags, threw me my ring
Well there ain't no bad time, for a good thing
Ain't no bad time
Ain't no bad time
When the well runs dry time to have another drink
There ain't no bad time, for a good thing
Sitting at the bar
Got nowhere to go
Running out of money
And there's no one here I know
Look who just walked in the door
And she's smiling at me
Roadhouse angel where's your wings?
"Cause there ain't no bad time, for a good thing
The River's Rising
Artist(s): Sugaray
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Places and Locations, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Bayou, Biker, Breakup, Chicago, Club, Delta, Down And Out, Drinking, Emotional, Gritty, Heartfelt, Heartland, Highway, Louisiana, Melancholy, Memphis, Mississippi, Passionate, Raunchy, Redneck, Relationship, Retro, Roadhouse, Roots, Rowdy, Sexy, Shuffle, Soulful, Southern, Strut, Texas, Tough, Travel, Trucker
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Harmonica, Organ, Piano
BPM:
112
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
6/8
Lyrics:
The River's Rising
The River's Rising
The river's rising
Feel like I'm gonna drown
The river's rising
Feel like I'm gonna drown
'Cause I can't stop these tears from fallin'
Since you quit coming 'round
The sky's getting darker
Yeah I ain't seen the sun for days
The sky's getting darker
Yeah I ain't seen the sun for days
Lord, it's raining misery
Ever since you went away
I wake up each morning
And I pray things will change
I wake up every morning
And I pray things will change
But when I look out my window
Everything is still the same
The river's rising
Ain't seen the sun for days
The river's rising
Ain't seen the sun for days
And I can't stop these tears from fallin'
Ever since you went away
The river's rising
Feel like I'm gonna drown
The river's rising
Feel like I'm gonna drown
'Cause I can't stop these tears from fallin'
Since you quit coming 'round
I can't stop these tears from fallin'
Since you quit coming 'round
Reaching For Salvation
Artist(s): Sugaray
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Bayou, Chicago, Classic, Club, Delta, Depressed, Down And Out, Emotional, Gritty, Hangover, Heartfelt, Introspective, Late Night, Louisiana, Melancholy, Memphis, Mississippi, Passionate, Prayer, Raunchy, Redemption, Reflection, Religion, Retro, Roadhouse, Roots, Sad, Salvation, Sinner, Soulful, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Yearning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Wurlitzer Electric Piano
BPM:
90
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Reaching For Salvation
Reaching For Salvation
I keep reaching for salvation
I'm afraid I can't be saved
I keep reaching for salvation
I'm afraid I can't be saved
Heaven knows I've been a sinner
But now I'm on my knees to pray
My life's been filled with trouble
'Cause the Devil's been my friend
My life's been filled with trouble
'Cause the Devil's been my friend
I keep searching for an Angel
'Cause I know how this will end
All I ever had was bad luck
Since the day that I was born
All I ever had was bad luck
Since the day that I was born
Is there someone who can save me
'Cause I can't live this way no more
I keep reaching for salvation
I'm afraid I can't be saved
I keep reaching for salvation
I'm afraid I can't be saved
Heaven knows I've been a sinner
But now I'm on my knees to pray
Heaven knows I've been a sinner
But now I'm on my knees to pray
Lord knows I'm a sinner
And these blues won't go away
Something's Come Over Me
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Bumpers, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Transitions
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Exercise, Fun, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Motorcycle, Playful, Promo, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Shuffle, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Texas, Tough, Travel, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ
BPM:
120
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
6/8
Lyrics:
Something's Come Over Me
SOMETHING'S COME OVER ME
Something's come over me
'Cuz I've never felt this way
Something's come over me
'Cuz I've never felt this way
My head is dizzy, my knees are weak
Feels like I got the bug
Something's come over me
Lord, it must be love
Something's got a hold on me
And it just won't let me go
Something's got a hold on me
And it just won't let me go
Well I can't run and I can't fight
And I can't get enough
Something's got a hold on me
Lord, it must be love
For what I got there ain't no cure
No pill that I can take
'Cuz when I hold you in my arms
My fever just won't break
SOLO
For what I got there ain't no cure
No pill that I can take
'Cuz when I hold you in my arms
My fever just won't break
Something's come over me
And I think it's here to stay
Something's come over me
And I think it's here to stay
My soul's on fire when you're around
My body's burnin' up
Something's come over me
Lord, it must be love
Something's come over me
Lord, it must be love
Something's come over me
Lord, and it must be love
Barely Close Enough
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 33.33% / Joel Wachbrit (ASCAP) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 33.33% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1980s, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Breakup, Cars, Classic, Club, Coffee House, Confident, Depressed, Emotional, Energetic, Gritty, Groove, Heartfelt, Introspective, Motorcycle, Passionate, Rejected, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sad, Sexy, Soulful, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Strut, Texas, Tough, Travel, Yearning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
120
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Barely Close Enough
BARELY CLOSE ENOUGH
When the lights go out
And he holds you
Do you think of me
As your lips collide?
When you make love
Are you really in it?
Or do you just pretend
That you're satisfied?
Well you can call that satisfaction
Call it anything you want
BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE, DON'T CALL IT LOVE
MAY BE CLOSE ENOUGH, BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE
You got shiny cars
A house made of mirrors
Security
All expenses paid
Whatever you want
Whenever you want it
And your friends all say
That you've got it made
You can call that being happy
Call it anything you want
BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE, DON'T CALL IT LOVE
MAY BE CLOSE ENOUGH, BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE
Nothing in this world ever comes for free
'Cept the good, good love that you got from me
Hey, hey
SOLO
Don't you remember
When we were inseparable?
Or did you just forget
All the love we had?
You gave it all away
For those things he gives you
You may be living good
But don't your heart feel bad?
Well you can call that satisfaction
Call it anything you choose
BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE, DON'T CALL IT LOVE
MAY BE CLOSE ENOUGH, BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE
Nothing in this world ever comes for free
'Cept the good, good love that you got from me
DON'T CALL IT LOVE
DON'T CALL IT LOVE
It's All Country To Me
Artist(s): Dixon
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.33% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.33%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Americana, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Swing, Vintage, Western
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Carefree, Cars, Club, Confident, Down Home, Driving, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Groove, Happy, Heartland, Jukebox, Line Dance, Playful, Promo, Roadhouse, Sexy, Southern, Story, Texas, Toe Tapping, Travel, Truck Stop, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano, Violin
BPM:
124
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
It's All Country To Me
It's All Country To Me
Well I grew up in the country with a radio
That played Sinatra and the Opry and the Rolling Stones
Hank and Willie, The Jackson 5 and Supremes
And Cream
It never made any difference
It's all country to me
It don't matter if it's Motown or some Rock n' Roll
I like any kind of music that can touch my soul
Like Bossa Nova, and even ol' Dixieland
And big band
Well you can call it what you want to
But it's all country to me
It's all about the people
And all the stories they tell
So well
Add a little rhythm, yeah that's a given
When it's straight from the heart it always rings my bell
Now I don't care if it's from L.A. or the Lone Star State
If the music's really jammin' then I think it's great
Yeah, I love reggae and the blues
And don't forget swing
You can call it what you want to
But it's all country to me
Solos
It's all about the people
And all the stories they tell
So well
Add a little rhythm, man, I'm really with 'em
When it's straight from the heart it always rings my bell
I'll be listening to music long as I'm alive
Even if I live to be a hundred and five
In my rockin' chair, I'll still be tapping my feet
To the beat
They can call it what they want to
But it's all country to me, oh yeah,
You can call it what you want to
But it's all country to me
Large Living
Writer(s):
Andre Mayeux (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Blues, Country, Instrumental, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Bed Mix, Classic, Club, Cruising, Fun, Good Times, Groove, Heartland, Money, Outdoors, Paycheck, Redneck, Road Trip, Roadhouse, Southern, Texas, Travel, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Harmonica, Horns, Piano
BPM:
118
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Artist(s): Bettie Wilson & The Rockets
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Desire, Fire, Gritty, Groove, Heartfelt, Hot, Infatuation, Love, Motorcycle, Relationship, Roadhouse, Sexy, Smooth, Soulful, Southern, Steamy, Sultry, Swampy, Temptation, Tough, Travel, Yearning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ, Slide Guitar
BPM:
88
Key:
B/C♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Should I act against my better judgment
Do what my mind says ain't right
Will I hate myself in the morning
Can't think about that tonight
I love the smell of danger in your hair
Right or wrong baby, I don't care
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Why am I so tempted by disaster
What makes me crave it like I do
I might get burned by my desire
Still I'd do anything for you
I should've run when I saw your smile
'Cause I know trouble and it drives me wild
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
I know it's wrong to stare in the devil's eyes
But life is short, why let it pass you by
I love the smell of danger in your hair
Right or wrong baby, I just don't care
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Street Walk
Artist(s): Dirty Joe Walker
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Instrumental, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Brawl, Classic, Club, Drinking, Frat, Gritty, Party, Porn, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rough, Rowdy, Southern Rock, Strip Club, Texas
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Piano
BPM:
82
Key:
C
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Ode To Stevie
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Instrumental, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Brawl, Classic, Club, Drinking, Frat, Gritty, Party, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Southern Rock, Strip Club, Texas, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Piano
BPM:
128
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
No More Blues
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Blues Rock, Instrumental, Rock
Keywords:
Attitude, Bar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Energetic, Gritty, Groove, Motorcycle, Passionate, Porn, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Soulful, Southern, Strip Club, Strut, Temptation, Texas, Tough, Travel
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ
BPM:
82
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
I Know It's You
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / G.E. Stinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Echo Hawk Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Classic, Club, Coffee House, Competition, Emotional, Energetic, Find, Gambling, Gritty, Las Vegas, Melancholy, Passionate, Roadhouse, Search, Sly, Soulful, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Texas, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
110
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Know It's You
I Know It's You
standing here in the pouring rain
don't know what to say
been down this road a thousand times
but i've never felt this way
every time I try to run
I have to face the truth
I've always had what i'm looking for
and now I know it's you
took a train that went nowhere
to look for something else
been a fool for all these years
lying to myself
here I am at the end of the line
I have to face the truth
i've always had what i'm looking for
and now I know it's you
all alone I asked myself
can we work it out
every tear that hit the ground
washed away the doubt
I was blind and I should have known
it was wrong to leave
what was right before my eyes
now I finally see
I wiped away the tears i've cried
so I could face the truth
finally at the end of the line
I can see the truth
i've always had what i'm looking for
now I know it's you
Booze Blooze
Artist(s): Roadhouse Kings
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Instrumental, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Club, Energetic, Exercise, Fun, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Honky Tonk, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Shuffle, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Texas, Tough, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano, Slide Guitar
BPM:
132
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
6/8
Bad As Bad Can Be
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / G.E. Stinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Echo Hawk Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Entertainment News Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Americana, Angry, Bad, Bar, Classic, Club, Coffee House, Competition, Emotional, Energetic, Gambling, Gritty, Las Vegas, Mean, Melancholy, Passionate, Roadhouse, Rotten, Sly, Soulful, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Texas, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
85
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bad As Bad Can Be
Bad As Bad Can Be
I was born without a place called home
I cut my teeth on daddy's lies
He was mean and rotten to the bone
Now I know the world through his cold eyes
Now as far as I can see
I'm as bad as bad can be
Face to face with me
I'm as bad as bad can be
I learned I had to be as tough as nails
On the wrong side of the tracks
Got my schooling in and out of jail
Lord, I swear I'm never going back
Now as far as I can see
I'm as bad as bad can be
Face to face with me
I'm as bad as bad can be
I don't care what anybody says
It don't matter much to me
No regrets about the things I've done
What you get is what you see
I'm as bad as bad can be
I could chew you up and spit you out
And never lose a moment's sleep
I will make you pay without a doubt
You can bet I always play for keeps
Now as far as I can see
I'm as bad as bad can be
Face to face with me
I'm as bad as bad can be
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
Countryfied
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Robert McGilpin (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1990s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
America, Attitude, Backwoods, Bar, Blue Collar, City, Club, Confident, Deep South, Down Home, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Jukebox, Line Dance, Playful, Redneck, Roadhouse, Satisfied, Simple Life, Southern, Story, Toe Tapping, Truck Stop, Trucks, Upbeat, Work
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Dobro, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano, Slide Guitar
Year Recorded:
1992
BPM:
120
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Countryfied
DON'T WANT TO LIVE IN THE CITY
IT'S A COUNTRY LIFE FOR ME
I'VE SEEN ENOUGH TO KNOW
IT AIN'T A PLACE I WANT TO BE
LIVING IN THE FAST LANE
ALWAYS ON THE GO
THEY CAN HAVE THEIR FREEWAYS
I'LL TAKE A COUNTRY ROAD
GIVE ME A DOWN HOME WOMAN
A PIECE OF HEARTLAND
AN HONEST DAYS WORK
FOR A HARD WORKING MAN
IT'S A SIMPLE LIFE BUT I'M SATISFIED
I WAS BORN AND BREAD COUNTRIFIED
I DON'T NEED NO COMPUTER
I DON'T WEAR NO SUIT AND TIE
MY OFFICE IS A TRACTOR
'NEATH A BIG BLUE SKY
I DON'T WANT NO HIGH RISE
CLOSING IN ON ME
KEEP YOUR UPTOWN LIVING
ALL I'LL EVER NEED IS...
A DOWN HOME WOMAN
A PIECE OF HEARTLAND
AN HONEST DAYS WORK
FOR A HARD WORKING MAN
IT'S A SIMPLE LIFE BUT I'M SATISFIED
I WAS BORN AND BREAD COUNTRIFIED
YEAH I'M SATISFIED
BORN AND BAPTISED
A DOWN HOME WOMAN
A PIECE OF HEARTLAND
AN HONEST DAYS WORK
FOR A HARD WORKING MAN
IT'S A SIMPLE LIFE BUT I'M SATISFIED
I WAS BORN AND BREAD COUNTRIFIED
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Attitude, Bar, Classic, Club, Confident, Desire, Fire, Gritty, Groove, Hot, Infatuation, Love, Relationship, Roadhouse, Sexy, Southern, Steamy, Strut, Sultry, Temptation, Tough, Yearning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ, Slide Guitar
BPM:
88
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
When The Fire Starts To Burn
WHEN THE FIRE STARTS TO BURN
Should I act against my better judgment
Do what my mind says ain't right
Will I hate myself in the morning
Can't think about that tonight
I love the smell of danger in your hair
Right or wrong baby, I don't care
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Why am I so tempted by disaster
What makes me crave it like I do
I might get burned by my desire
Still I'd do anything for you
I should've run when I saw your smile
'Cause I know trouble and it drives me wild
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
I know it's wrong to stare in the devil's eyes
But life is short, why let it pass you by
I love the smell of danger in your hair
Right or wrong baby, I just don't care
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Walk On The Wild Side
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Bumpers, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Attitude, Bar, Classic, Club, Confident, Desire, Extreme, Fun, Gritty, Groove, Heavy, Infomercial, Love, Promo, Psychedelic, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Tough, Travel, Trippy, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ
BPM:
100
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Walk On The Wild Side
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
I've seen everything that a man can see
And I've been everywhere you could ever wanna be
Like the eagle flies I just wanna be free
Got the clothes on my back and that's all I need
Girl, come with me, I can turn your life around
Ain't nobody gonna ever tie us down
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
I've done everything that a man can do
I've been called a saint, been called a sinner too
Like a gypsy child I was born to roam
And where I spend the night that's where I call my home
Girl don't listen to what other people say
They'll just tell you not to throw your life away
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
Girl, come with me, I can turn your life around
Ain't nobody gonna ever tie us down
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
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