Author: Joe Eddie

If Tha Blooz Don’t Kill Me

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I’m excited about a batch of songs coming soon .. here’s a little sample ..

If Tha Blooz Don’t Kill Me

If tha blooz don’t kill me, I know that whiskey will,
Said if tha blooz don’t kill me, I know that whiskey will,
And if that whiskey don’t do me, that red-haired woman will

I got a red-haired woman treats me awful mean,
I got a red-haired woman treats me awful mean,
But that red-haired woman’s the prettiest gal I ever’d seen

I got all kinds of money, sometimes don’t know what to do,
I got all kinds of money, yeah, sometimes I just don’t know what to do,
I got all kinds of money, and I got all kinds of problems too

Well if tha blooz don’t kill me, I know that whiskey will,
Said if tha blooz don’t kill me, I know that whiskey will,
And if that whiskey don’t do me, that red-haired woman will

Well I went out last Wednesday, ramblin’ round the town
Said I went out last Wednesday, ramblin’ around tha town,
I’m still just gettin’ started as the Tuesday sun go down

I went North and South, looked to the East and the West,
I went North then South, traveled to the East and to the West,
I’m lookin’ for that red-haired woman, the gal I love the best

Well my wife done left me, children don’t say my name,
I said my poor wife done left, lost children don’t say my name,
That old hound dog still barkin’, I guess he must feel the same

They used to say, “Joe Eddie, why you goin’ downtown?”
They’d say, “Now Daddy, why you gotta go downtown?”
The only answer I can give ’em, “I’m lookin’ through the lost and found”

Well if tha blooz don’t kill me, I know that whiskey will,
Said if tha blooz don’t kill me, I know that whiskey will,
And if that White Lightnin’ don’t do me, you know that red-haired woman will

Wall Street Blues

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I wrote this song back in college, when I was studying to become a Finance major. Needless to say, that didn’t work out!

I was drinkin’ in the bar
Stock broker showed me his brand new car
His new gold watch, and his girl friend too
He said, “Hey there buddy, I can get all of this for you.
Invest a little money in me;
I’m gonna make you a rich man, yeah boy, you’ll see.”

Well I bought ’em low, and watched ’em rise
Stock split, then doubled in size
Monday came, and went in a flash
But on Tuesday morning, the whole market crashed, uh huh
And I went into a trance
I should’ve listened to my baby, and sold ’em when I had the chance

The market crashed
The market crashed
The market crashed, and I lost all my cash
It’s all over the news
I was looking for some new shoes, but all I found was them
Wall Street Blues

– interlude –

Now I’m walkin’ in the streets
I got no money and nothin’ to eat
I’ll tell you once, you can take it from me
Ain’t nobody on Wall Street gettin’ rich for free, no
You better be ready to lose
Don’t end up like me, singin’ them Wall Street Blues

The market crashed
The market crashed
The market crashed, and I lost all my cash
It’s all over the news
I was looking for a new ‘do, but all I found was them
Wall Street Blues

Level At The Cross

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I was listening to a radio special about Sun Records, and at the end they asked Sam Phillips if, after all this time and all the great music and artists he’s worked with, if there was any wisdom he had gained that he might share. And he said, “One thing someone told me long ago, was that the ground is always level at the cross.” I’ve been looking for a transcript of that interview, or to listen again to that radio special, to hear again exactly what he said, but so far I haven’t been able to find it.

Walking down this road of life
Stumbling on the struggle and strife
Try to keep the heart and soul from getting lost
Wilderness all around
Disillusions lost and found
But the ground is always level at the cross

The ground is always level at the cross
The ground is always level at the cross
Troubles laid, and worries tossed
The ground is always level at the cross

Since I was young they tried to teach it to me
As I grow on they try to preach it to me
You make your own way, you’ll go astray at your own cost
Yeah you can know it all till you’re proud stiff
But before you know it you’ll be runnin’ off the cliff
And the ground is sure to be level at the cross

The ground is always level at the cross
The ground is always level at the cross
Troubles laid, and worries tossed
The ground is always level at the cross

Well I was high, my danger mighty
I thought all the world was right behind me
As I’s a’ capturin’ an’ killin’ ev’ry livin’ thin’ that I don’ crossed
Until suddenly I was seized with doubt
I realized my demise was all unfigured out
And that the ground is always level at the cross

When the brimstone is your only friend
She’s stickin’ with you until the bitter dying ends
And she’ll stab you in the back, straight up in your face
Bizarre, how you’ll wished you would’ve done
Carried that cross they so simply sung
You fell down but the ground was always level in its place

The ground is always level at the cross
The ground is always level at the cross
Troubles laid, and worries tossed
The ground is always level at the cross

Satan is the easy kind
He’s always ready to be wined and dined
open up your heart he’ll put you
At the mouth of his river of sauce
He’ll turn your mom and poppa’s five and dime
Into a swingin’ six six six sixty-nine
But the ground is only level at the cross

The ground is always level at the cross
The ground is always level at the cross
Troubles laid, and worries tossed
The ground is always level at the cross

You wouldn’t be off if you said I believed
I’d take the whole world with me when I leave
She turns around me, bring your frankincense and muir
Baby I’m your boss
But now I’m buried six feet under
My bones left cold to lie and wonder
At the ground that’s always level at my cross

The ground is always level at the cross
The ground is always level at the cross
Troubles laid, and worries tossed
The ground is always level at the cross
The ground is always level at the cross
The ground is always level at the cross

I Can’t Keep A Secret

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As the great Neil Young once sang, “Why do I keep f!@#*&$ up?”, I’ve sometimes had to pause and question myself in the mirror.

Standing all alone in my bedroom
Silence fills my ears to overflowing
The very thing I was thinkin’
Seein’ you walk in here drinkin’
I guess it’s a case of a dream come true
And I can’t keep a secret from you

I can’t keep a secret from you
You always see right through to the truth
The truth shall be revealed, hearts become unsealed
Loose lips sink ships, and broken hearts still love
And I can’t keep a secret from you

– Interlude –

You know, my darling, you’re my best friend
I’m always right there beside you ’til the end
And even after that, it’s gonna be written as fact
I guess it’s a case of a dream come true
And I can’t keep a secret from you

I can’t keep a secret
No I can’t keep a secret
I can’t keep a secret
From you

I Was Only Having Fun

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I was only havin’ fun, sweet momma,
Only havin’ fun,
I wasn’t hurting anyone,
No, I was only havin’ fun

Well, I like to have my whiskey,
Have my coke and rum,
I like to pick on my guitar,
Throw my hair back and strum,
You might say I’m runnin’ a streak,
I’ll wind up on a tear,
You might swear my time has come,
But I was only havin’ fun

I was only havin’ fun, little baby,
Only havin’ fun,
You might call me a son of a gun,
But I was only havin’ fun

Have some fun, now!

Well, ever since my daddy
Set me on his knee,
Said, “Son, in all this great big world,
Be always brave and free,
Deliver yourself from evil,
Forgive all wrongs patiently,
And take your care to earn your share,
‘lest they do to you
What they done to me.

I was only havin’ fun, sweet baby,
Only havin’ fun,
You might say I’m a son of a gun,
But I was only havin’ fun.”

I was only havin’ fun, sweet momma,
Only havin’ fun,
I wasn’t hurting anyone,
No, I was only havin’ fun

You might say I’m a son of a gun,
But I was only havin’ fun
No, I wasn’t hurting anyone,
I was only havin’ fun

Gal I Left Behind Me

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Alternative arrangement of the traditional folk song. I originally learned this song from my pal Fen from Rosa Blanda String Band; found some words later, changed ’em a little to fit my situation, and bent the chords just a bit to make ’em fit.

I was on the road in ’79,
I was nearly blind from cryin’,
As I rolled along, my mind ran back,
To the gal I left behind me

If I ever get off that wanted list,
And the sheriff he don’t find me,
I’ll make my way straight back again,
To the gal I left behind me

That sweet little gal, that true little gal,
The gal I left behind me;
With rosy cheeks and long brown hair,
The gal I left behind me

The wind did blow, the leaves did fall,
The snow did storm and blind me,
I thought of that gal, that warm little gal,
The gal I left behind me

She wrote ahead to the place I said,
I was always long for pining,
She says, “I’m true, when you get through,
Ride home and you will find me.”

That sweet little gal, that true little gal,
The gal I left behind me;
With her deep brown eyes and pretty pink lips,
The gal I left behind me

When we sold out, I took the train,
For the sheriff never to find me,
Rollin’ back along the track,
For the gal I left behind me

And she was there, I do declare,
And Red River did remind me,
I held her arms, her skin so fair,
The gal I left behind me

That sweet little gal, that true little gal,
The gal I left behind me;
With rosy cheeks and long brown hair,
The gal I left behind me

That sweet little gal, that true little gal,
The gal I left behind me;
With her deep brown eyes and pretty pink lips,
The gal I left behind me

Lonesome Neon Glow

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Slight revisions on the traditional folk song “900 Miles”, just thinkin’ back to the days when I was a dishwasher, and having those old summertime blues…

I was smokin’ in the back,
Tears in my eyes,
Tryin’ to read a letter from my home;
If ol’ C-Tie treats me right,
I’ll be home tomorrow night,
I’m only nine hundred miles from my home…
Standin’ in a lonesome neon glow

Now my mother, rest her soul,
Was my daddy’s love and oh,
Stole his poor heart from beyond her grave;
Saved his body for a time,
But it just broke up his mind,
I’m only nine hundred miles from my home…
I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow,
Standin’ in a hollow neon glow

Sold grandma’s old man’s old gold watch,
Felt so lost without that chain,
Begged a prayer from the dog of our family tree;
And if the pawn man treats me right,
I’ll be home tomorrow night,
I’m only nine hundred miles from my home…
Standin’ in that lonesome neon glow

The 9 Train I ride on,
Travels all night long,
It’s just become a way of life each day to me;
If the bottle treats me right,
I’ll be okay another night,
I’m only nine hundred miles from my home…
Standin’ in a broken neon glow,
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

Blow! Blow for miles around, let every soul who’s ears to hear the sound,
Blow! Blow her memory down, down down down below the ground

Ask Lord grant me one last wish,
Before I wash another dish,
Let my face forget my trouble so they won’t know;
And if the Heavens treat me right,
My star shall not cross tonight,
I’m only nine hundred miles from my home…
Standin’ in that lonesome neon glow,
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow,
Standin’ in a broken neon glow,
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

Dim Lights, Thick Smoke (And Loud, Loud Music)

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Written by Joe Maphis, Max Fidler, Rose Lee Maphis
Originally recorded by Flatt & Scruggs

Sung by my buddy Fen, I had never even heard this song before this day, if you can believe that! I know, right? Kinda sad. But sure glad I know it now. Marty Stuart’s done it, Conway Twitty’s done it, Dwight Yoakam’s done it, Porter Wagoner’s done it. Gram Parsons did it. Buck Owens supposedly inspired the writing of it. I hear they even put a story about this song up in the Country Music Hall of Fame. I’d love to go there someday.

Dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music
Is the only kind of life you’ll ever even understand
Dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music
You’ll never make a wife to a home loving man

A home with little children means nothing to you
A house full of love, and a husband so true
You’d rather have a drink with the first guy that you meet
The only house you’ll ever call a home is the bar room down the street

Dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music
Is the only kind of life you’ll ever even understand
Dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music
You’ll never make a wife to a home loving man

Drinking and dancing to a honky tonk band
Is the only kind of life you’ll ever even understand
Go on and have your fun, you think you played it smart
I feel sorry for you now, in your honky tonk heart

Dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music
It’s the only kind of life you’ll ever even understand
Dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music
You’ll never make a wife to a home loving man

Fallin’ Through The Sky

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Did you ever have one of those times where your whole world falls apart? Well, I have, and I wrote this song about it! This recording is a performance with the band I play in, Moon Shines Red, featuring Ashly on vocals in the second verse, and Chris backing us all up throughout.

Fallin’ through the sky, firin’ at each other
You’re callin’ your daddy, I’m callin’ my mother
You’re cryin’ to your sister, I’m laughin’ with my brother
We’re fallin’ through the sky, firin’ at each other

Well just the other night, the fire burned so bright
Sittin’ with our family, although somethin’ wasn’t right
Our money’s gettin’ tight, we got so much to do
We start in to fight, like the turnin’ of a screw
And now we’re

Fallin’ through the sky, firin’ at each other
You’re callin’ your daddy, I’m callin’ my mother
You’re cryin’ to your sister, I’m laughin’ with my brother
We’re fallin’ through the sky, firin’ at each other

Well I huff when you ask me, ’cause you bluff when I answer
You think that I’m a fool, but I know you are a dancer
You come home late at night, I stay out even later
You think that you’re alright, I believe I’m even greater
And now we’re

Fallin’ through the sky, firin’ at each other
You’re callin’ your daddy, I’m callin’ my mother
You’re cryin’ to your sister, I’m laughin’ with my brother
We’re fallin’ through the sky, firin’ at each other

Did ya ever have one of those times when your whole world falls apart?
All you ever think to do is tear your own love apart
You got better things to do, but you’re too busy starin’
Pointin’ at each other with them six guns a blarin’

So young when we got married, I didn’t even ask your dad
But I took in your son, and you raised the daughter I had
Where did it all go wrong? We struggled through such fog
They played our favorite song, we still lost the family dog
And now we’re

Fallin’ through the sky, firin’ at each other
You’re callin’ your daddy, I’m callin’ my mother
You’re cryin’ to your sister, I’m laughin’ with my brother
We’re fallin’ through the sky, firin’ at each other

Fallin’ through the sky, firin’ at each other
You’re callin’ my daddy, I’m callin’ your mother
You’re cryin’ to my sister, I’m laughin’ with your brother
We’re fallin’ through the sky, firin’ at each other

Fallin’ through the sky, firin’ at each other
You’re callin’ your daddy, I’m callin’ my mother
You’re cryin’ to your sister, I’m laughin’ with my brother
We’re fallin’ through the sky, firin’ at each other

Pour Another Round

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A quiet little demo of a song I was hearing one recent morning… let me know if you’ve heard the lyrics somewhere before, they sound pretty familiar.

Hey bartender, pour another round
This glass is gettin’ low, so don’t you go and set that bottle down
Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right
I know I wanna see my woman tonight, so
Hey bartender, won’t you pour another round

Hey bartender, pop a top again
And while I got you listenin’, won’t you fill me up a double shot of gin
Music on the jukebox sounds just right
And I kinda like them neon lights, so
Hey bartender, won’t you pop a top again

Well that’s okay, I won’t drive
I just have to feel alive
Take my keys, lock the door
While I stroll out on the ol’ dance floor
Hey bartender, pour another round

Well I started out with nothing,
And I’m proud that I’m a self made man
But my friends, they all come crawlin’
Slap me on the back and say
Hey bartender, pour another round

Say bartender, did you pour another round
This wheel’s on fire, and I believe we’re sinkin’ down
Frowns to the left of me, smokers ashed my beer
Has anybody seen my woman still here, and
Say bartender, did you pour another round
Hey bartender, don’t you pour another round

I Needed You Today

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Written and recorded a few years ago, just a rough draft of a new song. I was learning how to play country licks on my Telecaster, and had a fun time recording all of these parts for a layered sound.

At first it wasn’t real apparent
I knew I wouldn’t feel it right away
Though it’s a long time comin’, change hit me in an instant
I knew I needed you today

Baby I know it sounds so silly
Just a worn-out old cliche
But I know the truth so simple
I got nothin’ else to say

And I know I went on for a long time
Before I come callin’ back your way
Baby I’m just beggin’ you to feel me
I knew I needed you today

Always felt like the outsider
Unseen walking through the crowd
I know nobody’s listenin’
Even when they hear me talk out loud

But when I look into your eyes, babe
I know we got some kind of understanding
So honey take me by the hand, babe
I hope our love is never ending,
Never ending