1. |
Dr. Dodge
01:52
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2. |
Know Again
04:28
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When the darkness comes
And the birds forget to sing
I just close my eyes & I see You again
And I know that I won’t
Be alone again
When the snowflakes fall
And the water's frozen time
I Just close my eyes and you're by my side
And I know that I won’t
Be cold again
When the candle's burned down to the quick
And the shadows fade away
I Just close my eyes and and then I know
Everything's okay
Then the morning comes
The birds in full refrain
Open up my eyes and say goodbye again
And I know that I won’t
Won't say No again
When the candle's burned down to the quick
And the shadows fade away
I just close my eyes and and then I know
Everything's okay
Everything will be okay
I sing la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
I sing la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
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3. |
Open Arms
04:41
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These open arms, they wanna hold you
When the sun comes up ‘til the day is through
These open arms, they wanna hold you
When they’re making morning coffee, filling up the cup
When they’re picking up the paper, wish it’s you they’re lifting up, they wanna hold you
These open arms, they wanna hold you
These tired eyes, they wanna see you
When they open up, when I close them too
These tired eyes, they wanna see you
When they’re reading that there paper, full of misery
Looking at the headlines it’s you they wanna see, they wanna see you
These tired eyes, they wanna see you.
These two left feet, they wanna dance with you
When the music’s loud, when it’s quiet too
These two left feet, they wanna dance with you
Whoa Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhh
This old spare tire, wants to ride with you
When the goings smooth, when we’re broken down too
This old spare tire wants to ride with you
Whoa Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhh
These open arms
These tired eyes
These two left feet
This ol spare tire
Whoa Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhh wanna be with you.
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4. |
Sorry is a Board Game
04:08
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I'll take the wheel
You take the gears
We’ll Drive ‘round
For the rest of our years
We’ll point it Westward
Leave the past, leave the past in the mirrors
We’ll rob a State bank
Live on the run
Partners in crime
The wanted ones
Crossing canyons
Chasing down, chasing down the setting sun
She’d say…
Sorry is a board game
We ain't got time to play
Roll the dice it’s Trouble
Take a risk with me today
Take a Chance and pass go
We can ride the rails far away
Sorry is a board game
That we ain't got time to play
Wanna be your last dance
Die in your arms
Holding close till morning
Ignore the alarms
Pull down the curtains
We're hiding from, we’re hiding from the rising sun
I'll take the wheel
You take the gears
We’ll Drive ‘round
For the rest of our years
Point it westward
Leave the past, leave the past in the mirrors
She’d say…
Sorry is a board game
We ain't got time to play
Roll the dice it’s Trouble
Take a risk with me today
Take a Chance and pass go
We can ride the rails far away
Sorry is a board game
That we ain't got time to play
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5. |
Sometimes Never
04:29
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You may wonder why I sit here on this barstool and Drink
Pouring out my gin soaked soul to the bartender Shrink
Tell him how I’m floatin’ how I aint’ never gonna Sink, well
Sometimes Never
Sometimes Never
Sometimes Never
Comes sooner than you think
You may wonder why I sit here on this barstool and Drink
Pouring out my gin soaked soul to the bartender Shrink
Tell him how true love never fades as long as you never blink, well
Sometimes Never
Sometimes Never
Sometimes Never
Comes sooner than you think
And we beg
And we borrow
And we pray that Sometimes Never
Ain’t tomorrow
You may wonder why I sit here on this barstool and Drink
Well...
Sometimes Never
Sometimes Never
Sometimes Never
Comes sooner than you think
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6. |
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I used to walk the graveyard
Everyday to school
Passed the stone of Edward Gibbs
Died in 1942
Wall to wall green carpet
A blue ceiling from door to door
Wondered ‘bout the hopes and dreams
He left there on that shore
Was she waiting for him?
Were there letters with perfume?
Did she leave these flowers?
That are wilting on his tomb?
He didn't answer
He wouldn't say
He didn’t feel like talkin’ that day
He couldn't hear me
Or He didn't care
I’m Just another ghost ….. standin’ there
Were you frightened
Were you crying
Were you thinking about her when you were dying
Were you begging
Were you pleading
Was she there in your heart when it stopped beating
Or were you laughing
And smiling
Safe in her arms while you were dying
He didn't answer
He wouldn't say
He didn’t feel like talkin’ that day
He couldn't hear me
Or He didn't care
I’m Just another ghost ….. standin’ there
I used to walk the graveyard
Everyday to school
Passed the stone of Edward Gibbs
He Died in 1942
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7. |
Central Time
05:28
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Well my daddy was a preachin’ man
He tried to feed me with the word
But I was busy making other plans
Nice guys finish last is what I heard
So I tried and I tried
Not to wrong,I tried to right
Tried to turn the other cheek
Tried not to fight
But I’m sorry to say
I can’t do it today
I’m leaving Saturday Night
I got Caffeine, I got Nicotine
I got 400 miles I got a half tank of gasoline
I’m rolling out of Central Time
Hope I reach the borderline
Well My momma worked in the factory
She never got no college degree
But she taught me more than any old professor
She said Son, the best things in life are free
So I tried and I tried
Tried to give, not receive
The benefit of the doubt
I tried to believe
But I’m sorry to say,
That it didn’t pay
And I’m leaving Saturday Night
The best things in life a free
You can try but you can’t take them from me
The best things in life are free!
Well my daddy was a preachin’ man
He tried to feed me with the word
But I was busy making other plans
Nice guys finish last is what I heard
So I tried and I tried
Not to wrong,I tried to right
Tried to turn the other cheek
Tried not to fight
But I’m sorry to say
I can’t do it today
I’m leaving Saturday Night
I got Caffeine, I got Nicotine
I got 400 miles I got a half tank of gasoline
I’m rolling out of Central Time
Hope I reach the borderline
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8. |
Zumwalt Station
04:46
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Zumwalt Station
The day you left in polished boots with a green backpack
Zumwalt Station
Heading West with all them boys, to South Texas
Waitin’ on the Amtrak
Waitin’ on a train
Take you back
Zumwalt Station
Hiding in a fox’s hole, afraid to nap
Zumwalt Station
You’ve been fighting for a dotted line on a General’s map
Waitin’ on the Amtrak
Waitin’ on a train
To Bring you back
Didn’t know what we’re fighting for
Didn’t know who to blame
Waiting on a note from home
To know our name
Zumwalt Station
The day we won, the day we lost, Nixon’s war
Zumwalt Station
Waiting for a pinewood box and a purple George
Waitin’ on the Amtrak
Waitin’ on a train
To Bring him back
Zumwalt Station
Everyday rain or shine, by the torn out track
Zumwalt Station
You’ve been livin’ on coffee cold and Daniels Jack
Waitin’ on the Amtrak
Waitin’ on a train
To Bring you back
Didn’t know what you’re dying for
We didn’t know who to blame
Waiting on a telegram
To say your name
Zumwalt Station
Zumwalt Station
Everyday rain or shine
Hoping you’d come back
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9. |
Old Mill
04:33
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Meet me, at the Old Mill
It’ll be our dance floor tonight
Full moon disco ball
Locomotive spotlight
We can dance all night
Until the mornin’ light
Just hold me tight
Until the moment’s right
Then tell me
Tell me that you love me
Even if it ain’t true
Cuz I, I wanna tell you
That I’ve always loved you
Meet me at the station
We’ll fly this galaxy tonight
Love drugged copilots
We’re on this cosmic flight
And Elvis Presley plays
On those AM Waves
Roy Orbison cries the whole way
For you to tell me
Tell me that you love me
Even if it ain’t true
Cuz I, I wanna tell you
That I’ve always Loved You
Meet me at the Old Mill
It'll be our dance floor tonight
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10. |
Larlene
03:47
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I ain't got no means
But hey, isn't that nice
I ain't got conditioned air
just this bucket of ice
Gotta sodapop to swaller
Let’s watch sunrise on the holler
Such a thrill, to be your Hillbilly
Larlene
Up before the chickens
Barefoot in the dew
Expectin' to spend all my days
Expectin' nothin from you
Sleeping by the tracks
We got a window view
Such a thrill, to be your Hillbilly
Larlene
You’re mighty fetching in that dress
And I really must confess
It’s just my edumacated guess
I’ll always be your hillbilly
Larlene
Stealin stolen moments
Stuff ‘em in' pocket socks
Swimming in the bathing suits
The good Lord he gave us
Gonna fix your wagon!
Straight back to lollygagging
Such a thrill, to be your Hillbilly
Larlene
Always Scrappin by
On whatever we can find
Never had no p's or q's
we ever care to mind
Never makin mountains
outta some mole hilly
Such a thrill, to be your HillBilly
Larlene
your mighty fetchin in that dress
I really must confess
It's just my edu-ma-cated guess
I’ll always be, Your Hillbilly
Larlene
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11. |
All About Me
03:06
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You should know by now I don’t drink tea
I don’t drink anything that’s caffeine free
You should know my favorite color ain’t blue
I think you went and got me confused with you
And you should know by now I’m not comin’ home
I’ll take this big world baby all alone
Make it all about me, me, me, me
I’m free to be, free to be, free to be be be
All I can be, all I can be when you’re not stopping me
Free to be me, me, me, me
You should know by now this shirt ain’t brand new
I wore it yesterday and the day before too
You’re looking through me like I don’t exist
I’m sorry baby for all the good things you missed
And you should know by now I’m not comin’ home
I’ll take this big world baby all alone
Make it all about me, me, me, me
I’m free to see, free to see, free to see see see
All I can see, all I can see when you’re not blocking me
Free to be me, me, me, me
I am free to be anything I want to be
I am free to see all I can see
When it’s all about me, me, me, me, me
All about me, me, me me
All about me when you’re not blocking me
Free to be me, me, me, me
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12. |
Reliable Mike
03:03
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Life is for Leanin’
Money’s for burnin’
Do all my shoppin’ at the curb
No time to wallow
Mouthwash you can swallow
A 9 to 5 is for the birds
Don’t need much to live like me
O.P.Cs and cheap whiskey
Couple bucks to play the lottery
That’s what old Reliable Mike taught me
Drives around in a MediaCON Van
Picking up all the bottles and cans
Gonna build himself a time machine
Set it for a future date
But he’ll probably still be late
Or hung up somewhere in between
Gonna save the human race
Rocket ships to outer space
Meanwhile he’s just pickin’ up this place
That’s what what ol’ Reliable Mike taught me
Pickin’ and grinnin’
Hard Work is winnin’
Everyday is Christmas day when you’re free
Dogma is dogshit
Don’t step in none of it
No weapons on the property
Life is for Leanin’
Money’s for burnin’
Do all my shoppin’ at the curb
No time to wallow
Mouthwash you can swallow
A 9 to 5 is for the birds
Don’t need much to live like me
O.P.Cs and cheap whiskey
Couple bucks to play the lottery
That’s what old Reliable Mike taught me
That’s what old Reliable Mike taught me
That’s what old Reliable Mike taught me
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13. |
Dr. Dodge (Reprise)
02:57
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Deedles & Company Ames, Iowa
Deedles & Company is the the ever-evolving musical project for Ames, IA, based singer/songwriter, Dan DeGeest.
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