Lance Richburg
325-338-6686
Song Title: Bowie Street
Jesus walked down Bowie Street for a sabbath's night stroll Cries led both His feet right to the front door He was greeted with hugs and kisses and He held them both in HIs arms Wiped tears from both their faces and carried them home Box of crayons on the floor beneath the bed Every single one of them were colored red But in the quiet you could almost hear them sing That old sweet song, when angels get their wings Singing, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Next day flowers covered up the yellow tape Everyone drove by to see this place of fate The cops, they did their job just another God forbid Then they all ran home and kissed their wife and kids Singing hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Ring around the rosies, pockets full of gold What goes up must come down at least that's what we're told But Jesus walked down Bowie Street and took them both by the hand Healed their broken hearts and led them to the promised land Singing, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Singing, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Dan Crump
(713) 443-7440
Song Title: Better Late Than Never
Better Late Than Never by Dan Crump 50% & Darden Smith 50% Get off work liquor store, drive thru 8 o'clock home Shoes off, put a record on, maybe watch a movie alone It's the one that you never liked, but that don't matter no more I like how I'm living since the day you walked out the door You thought I'd be lonely You thought I'd be blue Better late than never I see I'm better off without you I’m a slow learner Took a heartbreak or two But better late than never I see I’m better off without you Friday night pack the car, fishing all weekend long Nighttime count the stars, count the days since you've been gone And I count all the ways that I loved you and thought you loved me Blind Love, time flies, truth hurts, but it set me free You thought I'd be lonely You thought I'd be blue Better late than never I see I'm better off without you I’m a slow learner Took a heartbreak or two But better late than never I see I’m better off without you
Claude Weldon Hitt
985-860-5521
Song Title: Seattle I’m Coming Home
Seattle I’m Coming Home Seattle I’m coming home I missed your rains and your blue clear skies Winds whispering by my side The City ignites the emerald glows Mountain high and valley low Seattle I’m coming home The way you spoke seemed like lies My heart choked and my eyes were blind What my love meant to you I’m digging up my roots Seattle I’m coming home Break I lost my love she played games I never once had my way She went astray she pulled my strings Hazy crazy jaded nights all alone I’m walking in pain Every dog needs a life Seattle I’m Coming Home Seattle I’m coming home Seattle I’m coming home Seattle I’m coming home today I’m on my way I’m leaving today I miss your rains and your blue gray skies In the sun the emerald shines Mountain high the valley flows Flying fast to have my fun Seattle Seattle
Matt Harlan
713-319-5010
Song Title: Devil Came to Georgia
Yeah, I guess the strings are doing things There’s a whole lotta life that just keeps passing by You can fall too far behind fighting memories in the wings… There's hearses tracing broken asphalt, There's jasmine in the breeze. I guess it ain't nobody's fault, but I guess you can believe it if you need it. But I'd rather call the coroner To take me whole or one by one in pieces, wearing out. But wrap me up in something you can see right thru Just like I was born in. Yeah, I guess the strings are doing things...I wound up walking through the same old doors again without asking how... How'd I get here? The devil came to Georgia... Taught me how to hold ya: Stay empty so I'm easier to see right through -- easy to confuse: transparent as the pockets of an old man with the blues. “Do you wanna see my fiddle?” Says the asshole to the first chair violin Aw, but she said, “yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…” If you can play the devil went down to Georgia… If you can play the devil went down… 'Cause I was born there on a summer night - Screaming in the corner on a rainy nite in Georgia. Thunder clapped but no one heard me sing. Ya know, I used to do porn. The Rent was never late. Time filled up with empty space. It got to where I couldn't come if no one’s gettin paid… So, I guess the strings are doing things. There’s a whole lotta life here...whole lotta life here Asleep there in the corner. I was born here, ya know? A rainy nite in Georgia… But now there's hearses pacing broken asphalt, Graveside with the sinking of the sun. And there's wedding bells. And newborn babies. It's just a wheel inside a wheel inside another one. So ,rosin up your bow and breathe out...breathe out. Feel the swerve and breathe out...breathe out The Devil came to Georgia...Taught me how to hold ya So empty you can see right thru, but his tricks don't seem to work on you. So, I guess the strings are doing things to me. Stayin empty keeps me easy to confuse: Transparent as the pockets of an old man with the blues.
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