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Home to Roam
03:05
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Never been to California, Nevada or Arizona
Never as far west as Missouri
Once I went to Tennessee and had dreams about what I could see
Driving across the lone prairie
When I leave home to roam
I’ll feel a little bit alone
And then I’ll think of all that lies ahead
There’s more out there than this old town
And maybe I will figure out
Where I will one day lay my head
They say you’ll never make it there, but I guess I just don’t care
There’s more to life than these few square miles
I’m not saying I’ll never look back, but I’m not going to give a rat’s ass
They can talk about me for a long, long while
When I leave home to roam, I’ll feel a little bit alone
And then I’ll think of all that lies ahead
There’s more out there than this old town and maybe I will figure out
Where I will one day lay my head
There’s more out there than this old town
And maybe I will figure out
Where I will one day lay my head
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Treat Me Right
03:45
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Wait up, before you go
There is something I need to know
There is something going on
You can tell me what's wrong
You don't have to always be nice
But baby, treat me right
Now, what is up with you
You can tell me the truth
There's no cause for going 'round
All upset and feeling down
Time are tough, we may fight
But baby, treat me right
Baby, baby I love you
And I know you love me too
But you just can't take out
On me all the things that stress you out
When life don't go the way you like
Still baby, treat me right
Wait up, before you go
There is something I need to know
There is something going on
You can tell me what's wrong
You don't have to always be nice
But baby, treat me right
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Lotto Ticket
04:23
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Frozen pizza and fish sticks
Are as well-balanced as it gets
A few bucks for a box
A dollar for a six-inch
All that organic stuff
Just isn’t in my budget
When I’m pushing the cart
Around the supermarket
My hopes and my dreams
Are riding on one thing
Stop at the counter for a scratch-off
Play a few before I leave
Then I’ll buy a lotto ticket
Before I head home
It’s gonna happen, I know it
This could be the one
I should fix that screen door
The bugs are going to get in
I see it everyday
But I never get around to it
Put the groceries in the cabinet
Then sit out on the porch
One of these days
I won’t have to walk to the store
My hopes and my dreams
Are riding on one thing
Stop at the counter for a scratch-off
Play a few before I leave
Then I’ll buy a lotto ticket
Before I head home
It’s gonna happen, I know it
This could be the one
Another day, another night
No one went to bed hungry
Got to visit with the neighbors
Got to watch a little T.V.
Tired of being sick and tired
Maybe one day we’ll pack up and leave
Maybe we’ll have the money
To fix the hole in the screen
My hopes and my dreams
Are riding on one thing
Stop at the counter for a scratch-off
Play a few before I leave
Then I’ll buy a lotto ticket
Before I head home
It’s gonna happen, I know it
This could be the one
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4. |
Record Junkie Blues
04:40
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I hardly listen to the radio
Because there's never anything on
All my education came from
The records I went out and bought
And I heard that Townes Van Zandt had the blues
Woody Guthrie needed new shoes
Hank Williams was born to lose
And I was never meant for you
Every experience in my life
Is tied up in these songs
First dates and long love letters
Everything I did wrong
And I heard that Townes Van Zandt had the blues
Woody Guthrie needed new shoes
Hank Williams was born to lose
And I was never meant for you
Did I listen to the music and it make me miserable
Or does it give comfort to my lonely soul
And when you left me
I dropped the needle and I prayed
I tried to learn from the masters
How to deal with the pain
Townes Van Zandt had the blues
Woody Guthrie needed new shoes
Hank Williams was born to lose
And I was never meant for you
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Somewhere in Missouri
04:42
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I’ve driven 500 miles
I’m tired of this road
How can anyone do this
Through the rain, sleet and snow
Last I checked
I was somewhere in Missouri
I should be much farther
But I’m not in much of a hurry
The highway so far is dark
Not a star in the sky
And I’m having a hard time
Navigating the white lines
If the circumstances were different
I wouldn’t mind
Driving down the interstate
For the rest of my life
It’s not that I’m running
‘cause how can you run
From something always with you
Or someone
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The bell rang, school was out
It was summertime
Freedom for a few months
As long as there was daylight
Limitless adventure awaited us
Out in the streets
Wherever our bicycles could carry us
There we would be
Were we angels with dirty faces
Or devils without horns
Smoking candy cigarettes, trading baseball cards
Making our own rules, keeping our own scores
No fences could hold us
And the neighborhood was our yard
I remember that one time when
We were playing ball
Mooned the old man next door
For no reason for all
Someone’s ass got blistered that day and it
Wasn’t mine
Funny the things you recall after
Such a long time
Were we angels with dirty faces
Or devils without horns
Smoking candy cigarettes, trading baseball cards
Making our own rules, keeping our own scores
No fences could hold us
And the neighborhood was our yard
All these years later
And here we are
Working 9 to 5’s with families,
Houses and cars
Rare occasions we get out and
Meet up at the bar
All these years later, have we
Really come that far?
Were we angels with dirty faces
Or devils without horns
Smoking candy cigarettes, trading baseball cards
Making our own rules, keeping our own scores
No fences could hold us
And the neighborhood was our yard
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7. |
Sand on the Beach
04:06
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When I turn and look in your eyes
Underneath deep blue skies
I wanna know what you’re thinking
Cause I get the feeling
That there’s something
I’m not seeing
And I don’t know
What to believe in
Is this you
Or is this me
There are a million things it could be
I run my fingers through
The sand on the beach
Try not to think
And try not
To speak
I lay down in bed at your side
I see my life flash before my eyes
And there’s something
I been missing
And I wish
You could listen
To the thoughts
Inside my head
You’d know the things
I haven’t said
And maybe
we could live
Happily
Ever after
Is this you
Or is this me
There are a million things it could be
I run my fingers through
The sand on the beach
Try not to think
And try
To speak
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8. |
Denise
04:42
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Oh Denise, Denise, please let me be
I don’t know if it’s you or me
If it’s the night or the whiskey
That brings out the beast in me
I don’t know when you’re coming to town
Don’t know if you want me around
Don’t know what we would do
Or what trouble we’d get into
Oh Denise, Denise, please let me be
I don’t know if it’s you or me
If it’s the night or the whiskey
That brings out the beast in me
Oh baby there’s a full moon tonight
It’s big and white and shining bright
If you’re out and on the prowl
It’s the perfect night for us to howl
Oh Denise, Denise, please let me be
I don’t know if it’s you or me
If it’s the night or the whiskey
That brings out the beast in me
Oh Denise, Denise, please let me be
I don’t know if it’s you or me
If it’s the night or the whiskey
That brings out the beast in me
There’s gonna be a time someday
When I will up and move away
Guess I shouldn’t worry ‘bout you
You’ll find yourself another fool
Oh Denise, Denise, please let me be
I don’t know if it’s you or me
If it’s the night or the whiskey
That brings out the beast in me
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When I was young, my father told me
Enjoy these days, each and every one
Cause someday you’ll wonder what happened
And some things you don’t miss until they’re gone
I used to stay up all night
Just sit there playing songs
Now I rarely pick up my guitar
Some things you don’t miss until they’re gone
You and I used to sit and talk for hours
About things no one else really cared for
I think about those times fairly often
But those days are memories and not much more
When I was young so many things seemed important
But never the things you’d want to carry on
Some things we just take for granted
And some things you don’t miss until they’re gone
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There was a tornado last night
In Calloway County
All the trees are gone
The rooftops are all missing
And I was holding your hand
When the sirens rang
Now I hold your hand
As we walk through the remains
We sifted through the wreckage
To salvage what we could
Found a few framed photos
Scattered through the neighborhood
Lot by lot we walk
And talk to our neighbors
Exchange our stories
Pray to our maker
At night we all gather
In the Red Cross shelter
The town was awfully lucky
There were any survivors
The papers said “only”
Thirty people died
But that’s thirty less neighbors
In our town tonight
Now I don’t know when
The insurance money comes in
We all say we’ll rebuild
As soon as we can
And everybody knows
Things won’t be the same
But everybody knows
It could happen again
There was a tornado last night
In Calloway County
All the trees are gone
The rooftops are all missing
And I was holding your hand
When the sirens rang
Now I hold your hand
As we walk through the remains
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From Monday morning to Thursday night
I got one thing on my mind
40 hrs a week don’t seem like much
But it’s done and I’ve had enough
Which one will it be this week
We going down to The Well or the brewery?
When I go to The Cellar, I smell like smoke
When I go to The Corner, I’m past the point of hope
The Devil loves those idle hands
So we better start making plans
I’m ready for the fun to begin
What’s happening, what’s happening this weekend
By the time we get this figured out
Monday will already roll around
We can sit around here all day and night
But I think we’ve got trouble to find
In days gone by, I’d be on the prowl
But I’m off the market, I’m with you now
And I’m ready, willing and able
To see how many bottles I can stack on the table
The Devil loves those idle hands
So we better start making plans
I’m ready for the fun to begin
What’s happening, what’s happening this weekend
The weekend always goes by so fast
The good times never seem to last
Sunday always arrives so quickly
And I’m already thinking past next week
The Devil loves those idle hands
So we better start making plans
I’m ready for the fun to begin
What’s happening, what’s happening this weekend
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I've been walking down a long lonesome street
And I've been thinking about what it means to me
To live in the town where I grew up
And if being here really is enough
To satisfy my hopes and my dreams
Do I want to be here or am I afraid
To leave
You see, something important to me
Is my heritage and my family
And I appreciate the cobblestone streets
The houses which stood for centuries
But does my destiny lie somewhere else
Am I not thinking enough
Of myself
I walk these streets with ghosts of the past
And visions of what could come to pass
One man's visions are another's fantasy
A grown up way of child-like pretending
And the abandoned buildings and empty storefronts
Stare me down and make me confront
What's real and what is not
And then, I start to feel
A little more lost
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13. |
Swimming Pond
03:25
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Let’s go down
To that swimming pond
We don’t have
To tell no one
We can jump in
With our clothes on
And just swim
Till the break of dawn
Under the bright
Silver moonlight
We can hold
Each other tight
Just you and me
All through the night
Everything
Will be all right
Let’s go down
To that swimming pond
Life’s too short
To do no wrong
Pretty soon
We’ll move along
And summer will
Be here and gone
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Brent Stewart recommends:
To The Roof Of The Sky (1998)
by Bill Mallonee & Vigilantes of Love
A huge record for me. It helped me find a language to articulate what I wanted to say with my music. Bill is one of the best songwriters out there. You'll never be disappointed.
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David Brown and The Tomorrowmen
by David Brown and The Tomorrowmen
One of the most creative guys I've known. Also check out his late band, Secondary Modern.
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Sticks And Stones (Deluxe Remaster)
by 77s
Another very influential album for me. Great pop/ rock writing. Killer band. Killer guitar playing. Should have been a hit!
go to albumIf you like Brent Stewart, you may also like:
Echo Dancing
by Alejandro Escovedo
The legendary Alejandro Escovedo returns with another country-rock scorcher.
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Play It On The Tannoys
by Stranger The Horse
Rich and carefully-sculpted songs that cross-wire country and roots music with jazz, samba, and more.
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Passion Fruit Boys
by Passion Fruit Boys
Nashville’s Passion Fruit Boys nail the effervescent janglepop of ’80s college radio with bright guitars and immediate hooks.
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