I picked me up a heartache…
Category: Original Music
Not A Teardrop (Demo)

I Will
Held together by a thousand wrongs
She knew what she was doing
Time don’t wait for no one
Life goes on
Send a postcard and write a song
But you knew what you was doin
Doesn’t mean that there is
Nothing wrong
When your horse is winning
You let him run
And when the moonlight’s fading
Here comes the sun
I will
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The queen of hearts and the ace of spades
Pay no look behind the curtain
It is not as if I was
Born yesterday
As the twilight slowly fades
Are you sure and are you certain?
It isn’t worth the gamble
Anyway
Ain’t no sense in regretting
What’s done is done
When the devil’s grinning
You fire your gun
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[inaudible]
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Why, Baby?
Why, Baby?
Baby,
Roses are red, violets are blue
We’re gonna have to come up with some other color
to describe
your hue
Day into night, night into day
I don’t know, I don’t keep track of time
now anyway
That’s just how things have been rollin’ these days
I saw you bend down, I saw you cry
The only question I have is why?
We go downtown baby, you talk so rough
You combed your hair back, with your cap you look so tough
What’cha gonna do with it, when I told you not to go down
Just like in that song, you don’t take your guns downtown
No!
Why, baby, baby, why?
Why, baby, why?
Two steps forward, one step back
I’m goin’ away, rollin’ down the track
I held you once, I can do it again
Strangers to lovers, then lovers back to friends
And it’s just one more question
that I have to ask you,
Why, baby, why?
Why?
Holy & Alone
Holy & Alone
I’m not so insignificant
I’m gone with the wind
Not so unneeded
as to keep myself a secret
Not to be only lonely
But to make every moment holy
I hold up a humble gentle crooked mirror
I hold it wholly, double it up, try to see clearer
The old familiar voice comes calling down through the ages
The home I found in my mother’s faces
Don’t let me be hidden from you
Help me to hold up, lift up your heart
The colors of your painting
Lines that I see so clear
Where I want to make my home
Like a steady sailing shot
That carries me