Wrestling With The Mystery 

One More Song 

I've given up on love burned your wedding gown 

Given up on concrete & riding underground 

Tennessee lies waiting like she’s know me all along  

I’ve given up on everything for just one more song 

 

I’m putting down my blues giving up this grind 

I’m done breaking my back for a shoebox in the sky  

I’m leaving here like smoke a grey memory at dawn  

I’ve given up on everything for just one more song 

 

If anybody asks you tell them I had to go  

Chasing melodies down this endless black top road  

Tell em I’m a dreamer tell em that I’m gone  

That I gave up everything for just one more song 

That I gave up everything for just one more song 

 

I’ve wasted so much time I’m going at full speed  

Flying or I’m falling there ain’t no inbetween  

I will be a rocket or I’ll be your atom bomb 

I’ve given up on everything for just one more song 

  

If anybody asks you tell them I had to go  

Chasing melodies down this endless black top road  

Tell em I’m a dreamer tell em that I’m gone  

That I gave up everything for just one more song 

That I gave up everything for just one more song 

 

One day some night like this perhaps you’ll understand 

I’ll take out my guitar & I’ll count in the band  

I’ll play this song for you I hope you’ll sing along 

I’ve given up on everything for just one more song 

I’ve given up on everything for just one more song 

I’ve given up on everything for just one more song 

I’ve given up on everything for just one more song 

 

Back On The Radio 

I’ve been an old man longer than a young man 

My voice sounds like two packs a day 

Sore hands can’t play the guitar 

Decades past my heyday 

But I keep travelling down the road singing your favorite songs 

It all hurts a little less when everybody sings along 

Prop me up on stage well it might be my last show 

If I die tonight I’ll get back on the radio back on the radio 

 

At the stage door the groupies are all wrinkled 

My limo is like a big black hearse 

& the only action I get these days 

Is a sponge bath from my Russian nurse 

But I keep travelling down the road singing your favorite songs 

It all hurts a little less when everybody sings along 

Prop me up on stage well it might be my last show 

If I die tonight I’ll get back on the radio back on the radio

 

The disc jockeys will all say they loved me 

A big obit in the New York Times 

& a shy kid with his first guitar 

Will butcher my songs at an open mic 

& when I get to heaven the angels will sing along 

Such perfect harmonies but they’ll still get the lyrics wrong 

Prop me up on stage well it might be my last show 

If I die tonight I’ll get back on the radio 

Prop me up on stage until the lights go low 

When the fat lady sings I’ll get back on the radio 

Back on the radio

Fly In A Bottle 

She looks just like a stranger in her leopard print sunglasses 

Lyin bout her bruises & doin up her faux fur jacket 

She says everything is fine that I should believe her 

But I don’t trust a word she says since she fell for that drug dealer 

 

A fly in a bottle doesn’t know it’s trapped 

Buzzing round in circles bumping into glass 

Living at full throttle she’s bound to hurt herself 

She’s a fly in a bottle & she can’t get out 

 

She used to walk out on that stage & send those dark clouds packing 

She was the life of the party & could get the whole room laughing 

But the bar became her home & all that booze became a crutch 

When dreams turn into thin air they’re impossible to touch 

 

A fly in a bottle doesn’t know it’s trapped 

Buzzing round in circles bumping into glass 

Living at full throttle she’s bound to hurt herself 

She’s a fly in a bottle & she can’t get out 

 

If I’d been a better husband if I’d been a better man 

If I’d had an ounce of shame perhaps she would make a stand 

I hope there comes a moment I hope there comes a time 

When she will finally see a whole world on the outside 

Living at full throttle she’s bound to hurt herself 

She’s a fly in a bottle & she can’t get out 

 

A fly in a bottle doesn’t know it’s trapped 

Buzzing round in circles bumping into glass 

Living at full throttle she’s bound to hurt herself 

She’s a fly in a bottle & she can’t get out 

She’s a fly in a bottle & she can’t get out

Wine & Dine 

When I see a pretty woman looking my direction 

I walk right up to her & confess my imperfections 

I built my life upon the sand there's no stability 

I’ll always make her laugh but Ill never have money 

If she wants to spring for drinks I really wouldn’t mind 

But it’s never gonna happen if I have to wine & dine 

 

There's so many pretty women it's enough to make me cry 

No man can love em all lord knows I've tried 

But ‘the one’ she eludes me I can't find her anywhere 

Doubt I ever will If I can’t find bus fare 

But we could sit and talk all night one thing I've got is time 

But it’s never gonna happen if I have to wine & dine 

 

I could cut my hair & be a company man 

But working nine to five just Isn't who I am 

I guess I’ll keep on singing this silly little song 

Until my angel woman finally comes along 

& someday if it goes badly I’ll etch it all in rhyme 

But that’s never gonna happen if I have to wine and dine 

& if you want to spring for drinks no I really wouldn’t mind 

But it's never gonna happen If I have to wine & dine

Her Favourite Dirty Joke 

Lookin back ain’t a notion she’s ever had 

Her passion a nomad it calls no man home 

Lovers don’t turn into love birds 

She bristles at sweet words & laughs at her phone 

When those lonesome lovers won’t leave her alone 

She thinks it’s so funny when they go for broke 

But she ain’t teasing she’s just leaving 

Heartbreak is her favourite kind 

Bring on the tears she don’t mind 

Heartbreak is her favourite dirty joke 

 

Have you heard the one about the fool 

Crying on his barstool thinking she was the one 

Waiting on a woman who’s already gone 

She thinks it’s so funny when they go for broke 

But she ain’t teasing she’s just leaving 

Heartbreak is her favourite kind 

Bring on the tears she don’t mind 

Heartbreak is her favourite dirty joke 

 

She thinks it’s so funny when they go for broke 

But she ain’t teasing she’s just leaving 

Knock knock who’s there? 

She don’t know & she don’t care 

Heartbreak is her favourite dirty joke 

Heartbreak is her favourite kind 

Bring on the tears she don’t mind 

Heartbreak is her favorite 

Heartbreak is her favorite 

Heartbreak is her favorite dirty joke

Old Records 

Katherine was from Georgia 

Rebecca liked to sew 

Jordan had two big cats 

One named Cash & one named Crow 

Lonely nights & sad songs 

Remind me of so much 

Like Diane’s crooked tooth 

Or Stephy's gentle touch 

My heart hums like a jukebox 

Where their music never fades 

& all of my lovers old records still play 

 

Jennifer adored me 

Warm words I couldn’t hear 

The only sound was Leah 

Ringing in my ears 

My heart hums like a jukebox 

Where their music never fades 

& all of my lovers old records still play 

 

Theres names that I’ve forgotten 

Faces dark & vague 

But they’ve all left their mark 

Like epitaphs upon my grave 

The needle & the groove 

It’s a delicate ballet 

Where all of my lovers old records still play 

Where all of my lovers old records still play

Moonbaby 

Moonbaby’s hauling an empty load 

Driving north on 49 

Flying through the Boston Mountains 

On yellow pills & white lines 

Living on the big black road 

Can make you lose your mind 

Moonbaby take your time 

 

Dream catcher dangling from the rear view mirror 

Faded pictures of her kids back home 

Chain smoking camel lights 

Drinking coffee out of styrofoam 

Living on the big black road 

Can make you lose your mind 

Moonbaby take your time

 

Knuckles white on the steering wheel 

Trying to get home before dawn 

Pushin 80 in a 55 

With a freeze coming on 

Living on the big black road 

Can make you lose your mind 

Moonbaby take your time 

 

Now the interstate is empty and the snow is coming down 

There’s a camel light in a ditch slowly burning out 

We’re all running outta road 

There’s no reason or no rhyme 

Moonbaby take your time 

Moonbaby take your time

Wake Up Next To You 

The sun drips through the window 

As she steps lightly up the stairs 

All that she’s got on are 

Bedroom eyes & bedroom hair 

She slips under the white duvet 

& moves closer to get warm 

Last night a foggy memory 

As another day is born 

I’ve woken up too many times like this 

On my lips another strangers kiss 

& I’d give back every rendezvous 

If tomorrow I could wake up next to you 

 

She’s talks sweetly bout nothin 

I pretend to follow along 

Laugh in the right places 

& give my head a little nod 

But she’ll never have your green eyes 

& that’s my cross to bear 

You’re the blood in my stream 

& blissfully unaware 

I’ve woken up too many times like this 

On my lips another strangers kiss 

I’d give back every rendezvous 

If tomorrow I could wake up next to you 

 

There’s a laundry list of reasons 

It’s not meant to be 

I’ve got too much age 

& you’ve got too much beauty 

This love’s a worn out secret 

A shout lost upon the wind 

& I’ll turn back to her 

As you turn back to him

 

The sun drips through the window 

She steps lightly up the stairs 

All that she’s got on 

Are bedroom eyes & bedroom hair 

She slips under the white duvet 

So elegant & small 

I guess a little bit of love 

Is better than none at all 

I’ve woken up too many times like this 

On my lips another strangers kiss 

I’d give back every rendezvous 

If tomorrow I could wake up next to you 

If tomorrow I could wake up next to you

White Trash Southern Belle 

I was just a shy kid from way up north 

Road tripping down through Tennessee 

Stumbling around all the honky tonks 

When a sexy redhead winked at  me 

She said ‘A man like you should never drink alone 

Honey won’t you sit right here’ 

She smiled & lit another Marlboro Red 

As I ordered us two more beers 

 

Her hair was up high she had pretty blue eyes 

Legs smooth as polished chrome 

We made love all night & when I woke up naked 

In her double wide mobile home 

She had a mouth full of banjos uh oh 

& a belt made of bibles oh no 

& a shotgun white wedding on her mind 

She was picking out baby names she liked Joe 

& I was planning my escape gotta go 

Stuck below that Mason Dixon Line 

 

I got as far as my car but the tires were slashed 

She yelled from the porch ‘Get your butt back to bed’ 

Call me a bad Yankee but her biscuits are gravy 

They’re heaven I’m under her spell 

The Confederacy’s got a hold of me 

She’s my white trash southern belle 

 

She’s high on Oxycodone pills uh oh 

More curves than the Tennessee hills on no 

& she’s got that shotgun wedding on her mind 

She's picking out baby names she likes Clo 

& I'm planning my escape no go 

Stuck below that Mason Dixon Line 

 

Now ladies and gentlemen tonight is our 

Tenth anniversary as a matter of fact 

& we're gonna celebrate in style 

We got ourselves a Dairy Queen ice cream cake 

& some gourmet microwave chicken dinners 

& we’re going to eat those chicken dinners 

In our matching recliners and watch a little W.W.E. 

& the best part of all the best part of all 

Is the kids are next door at Memaw's 

 

She got a heart filled up with gold that’s right 

She still keeps me up all night all night 

& we had that shotgun wedding on her mind 

Our son’s name is Joseph we call him Joe 

Our daughters named Chloe she goes by Clo 

& it’s been years since I've seen that Mason Dixon Line

Arkansas Traveler 

It’s hot in Texarkana as I zip up her tight black dress 

She shoves lipstick in her purse & shuts the snap 

The woman of my dreams a dolled up nightmare 

Since I found out where she goes behind my back

 

I got a call from a good friend out there in El Dorado 

Said she’s wrecking homes down Highway 82 

Looking in the mirror she mouths the words ‘I love you’ 

Like a washed up Sherlock Holmes I had no clue

 

She’s an Arkansas traveler stepping out in Little Rock 

Painting the town red like she’ll never get caught 

She’s a two timin diamond right under my nose 

She’s an Arkansas traveler wherever she goes

 

Reaching for her bottle of Chanel #5 she says 

'Don’t wait up I’m staying at Cindy’s place tonight' 

She dabs some perfume behind ears & on wrists 

But it won’t cover up the stench of her lies 

 

She’s an Arkansas traveller stepping out in Little Rock 

Painting the town red like she’ll never get caught 

She’s a two timin diamond right under my nose 

She’s an Arkansas traveler wherever she goes

 

I can see her laughing at some handsome strangers jokes 

Can see his hand moving softly up her thigh 

Unlocking the door of some seedy motel 

She hangs up the do not disturb sign

 

My head is hot & full of rage I want to yell & scream 

Tell her that I hope she rots in hell 

But I sit here quietly biting on my tongue 

Because the highway knows that I’m a traveler as well

 

We are Arkansas travelers stepping out in Little Rock 

Painting the town red like we’ll never get caught 

We are two timin diamonds right under your nose 

We are Arkansas travelers wherever we go 

Wherever we go