Movin Again

I got a half a joint
A brand-new record
And nowhere to go but up
I’m playing in a bar next to a sold-out show
Plucking each note for blind luck

Well, I only go to shows to see other bands
And tell em I want what they got
I’ll take car, the contract, the cash, the deed
I’ll tell em, “I’ll take the whole lot”

Cause I gotta get movin
Ain’t packing nothing
Not breaking even
Just feeling something
I can’t stand this town
Don’t like my life
Never liked you
And I ain’t got no wife
Eviction sale
Hard roast beef
Empty tank of gas
I’m sleeping front seat
I’ve lost the maps
Ain’t got no friends
I’m setting out
Movin again

And I get stoned
Before my AA meetings
Well, people say that there is no excuse
But I like hearing all of them stories
I’ll steal a couple lines
Write em down as the blues

Well, it ain’t no news
That I been a drinking
But, hell I thought myself more of a thinker
I never got stoned on just your love
I’ve always needed more

I been so gone for days at a time
Lord I got to where I could not find
My wallet my keys
Even lost my mind
But I never had a problem sniffin up another line

Well, it ain’t no news
That I been a drinking
But, hell I thought myself more of a thinker
I never got stoned on just your love
I’ve always needed more

Credits:

Lyrics and music - Joe Savage
Produced by Robbie Saunders
Acoustic guitar and vocals - Joe Savage
Drums - Matt Trimble
Instrumentation and BGV - Robbie Saunders
Mastered by Bart Rose

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So High

Well, I heard my friend was almost dying
Went to see him at the hospital
He was in his undies almost crying
Melting on the food tray a purple popcicle

Lately I ain’t been feeling alright
I called up the doctor for some help
”Well hold on buddy,” he said, “Sit tight.”
We’ll call you back tomorrow just to see how you felt

It’s a windy Tuesday
Hottest in years
And our team ain’t broke that losing streak
Quitting drinking ain’t much easing my fears
I still jump every time the floorboards creek

They say the alcohol is killing me
But it’s a sad desperate feeling
Cause I stay high all of the time
I wake up on the ceiling
I wake up on the ceiling

Well, I get so lonely like there’s nothing to do
I go out side and I start my car
I guess I come self-destruct with you
Anyways all that’s open are bars

Smoke a whole pack of cigarettes
My buddy says he’s got a line on the drugs
The quickest way to forget regret
He says I thought you quit but I just shrug

I seen another buddy back at the bar
He’s drinking doubles, saving face
They say you shouldn’t pick at a grown man’s scars
Can’t tell if I’m winning or if there’s even a race

They say the alcohol is killing me
But it’s a sad desperate feeling
Cause I stay high all of the time
I wake up on the ceiling
I wake up on the ceiling

Credits:

Lyrics and music - Joe Savage
Produced by Robbie Saunders
Acoustic guitar and vocals - Joe Savage
Drums - Matt Trimble
Instrumentation and BGV - Robbie Saunders
Harmony vocals - Courtney Saunders
Mastered by Bart Rose

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As Country As I’ll Ever Be

What you show on the TV
Well, that just ain’t me
I don’t wear no Stetson
Snip toes or have a crease
I may own a rife
But that’s up to me
I guess that’s a country as I’ll ever be

Sunday go to meeting
Then we’re back to the grind
Monday’s trying to rush it
But I’ll let life take its time
And if you need a helping hand
You can count on me
Cause that’s as country as I’ll ever be

I might buy me a trailer
Put it on some land
Go to sewing seeds
Maybe work with my hands
I won’t know what I’m doing
We’ll just have to see
I guess that’s as country as I’ll ever be

Sunday go to meeting
Then we’re back to the grind
Monday’s trying to rush it
But I’ll let life take its time
And if you need a helping hand
You can count on me
Cause that’s as country as I’ll ever be

I got a fishing pole down by the creek
And a water hole where we like to sneak
If the moon is shining I’ll get a peek
Dada doo dada dee dada day
I’ll try and watch the words I say
Be sure and mend all my ways
Cause that’s the kind of country I wanna stay

I don’ tell rumors and I spread no lies
I know who I am and I ain’t afraid to try
When the goings get tuff I’ll never run and hide
I guess I’ll be country until the day I die

Sunday go to meeting
Then we’re back to the grind
Monday’s trying to rush it
But I’ll let life take its time
And if you need a helping hand
You can count on me
Cause that’s as country as I’ll ever be

Credits:

Lyrics and music - Joe Savage, Wayne Floyd & Michael James
Produced by Robbie Saunders
Acoustic guitar and vocals - Joe Savage
Drums - Matt Trimble
Instrumentation and BGV - Robbie Saunders
Mastered by Bart Rose

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Wednesday Again

Well, it’s Wednesday again
And I’m trying to find new friends
Hitting every joint around
I’m just talking and laughing
Keep on buying people drinks
They all love me til my money runs out

And I’m high again
Lord, my wallet’s lookin pretty thin
I’m still betting on a losing friend
Let’s go call up East Side Jim

Then we head back to the bar
And we order another drink
Well, I’ll prolly close it down
Stay til two or three
Hangin out with new strangers
I’ll call friends
Then they finally kick me out and slam the door
I go drunk driving cause I want more
I’m sleeping on the floor to some place I’ve never been

Living high I meet so many people who live low
It’s so nice to meet you high,
Hello

Cause I like the fighters
The stay up all nighters
The ones who you’ll never see blink
But if you stay up all night
Then you sleep all day
Normal people try and go to work
I wake up with no clothes on
And throw a dirty robe on
And make it to the bar by closing time
But just as I get to going
I start to knowing
It’ll all be the same tonight

Well, I’ve already quit drinking
Three or four times
And I might quit again tonight
So if you think that I’m drinking
Cause you’ve crossed my mind
Well, honey, you might be right

Well, I made it home
Only the Lord knows
I’m getting stoned on the songs that I sing


Credits:

Lyrics and music - Joe Savage, Wayne Floyd & Michael James
Produced by Robbie Saunders
Acoustic guitar and vocals - Joe Savage
Drums - Matt Trimble
Instrumentation and BGV - Robbie Saunders
Mastered by Bart Rose

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Great Expectations

Great expectations with indifference
But I’m still on the fence
Half defenseless against
Your silent insistence
That I be some kind of man
I can’t be

With indifference I grew my own way
Half beaten slightly strayed
Almost decayed, I must say
Because you walked that day
But still expect me to be a man
You’d wanna see

I lived my whole life without you
Every memory, every photo that I find
You say it’s okay, you don’t wanna talk it over again
But knowing you now just can’t make up for not knowing you then

So, consider the distance time creates
But you say I berate
Still a youth lost in hate
Headed straight for an escape
In which you’re some kind of man
You can’t be

For a few years I lived close
Makes nothing to boast
Merely a host, we did not toast
Invited for a roast
In which you tell me I’m not the man
I’m supposed to be

I lived my whole life without you
Every memory, every photo that I find
You say it’s okay, you don’t wanna talk it over again
But knowing you now could never make up for not knowing you then

Credits:

Lyrics and music - Joe Savage
Produced by Robbie Saunders
Acoustic guitar and vocals - Joe Savage
Drums - Matt Trimble
Instrumentation and BGV - Robbie Saunders
Mastered by Bart Rose

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Why Ain’t Ya Mine

Your morning smile’s but a quiet disposition
I thought your heart to be an easy acquisition
You told your friends, you said, “He was a musician”
Blamed it on your heart, but they on inhibition

And we got along fine
Yes, we got along fine
We got along fine
So why ain’t ya mine?

Your afternoon stare is but a warm embrace
We didn’t say a word, we shared that space
We kicked off our shoes, began to unlace
I told you I loved you at least just in case

And we had a big time
Yes, we had a big time
We had a big time
So why ain’t ya mine?

Your evening gown is but an irony
We all have our blankets of security
No need for costume to break monotony
Your heart strings will do just fine for currency

And we can have our time
Yes, we can have our time
We can have our time
And maybe you’ll be mine

Your midnight growl is but a signal of affection
Your hands travel south and our minds in one direction
Humility and bodies, ignoring imperfection
In the heat of the moment, no time for dissection

And we can lose our mind
Yes, we can lose our mind
we can lose our mind
And that’s so hard to find

Credits:

Lyrics and music - Joe Savage
Produced by Robbie Saunders
Acoustic guitar and vocals - Joe Savage
Drums - Matt Trimble
Instrumentation and BGV - Robbie Saunders
Mastered by Bart Rose

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I Still Know

Your papa died and took your secret
Cause he came out to the highway late that night
Broken key in the top lock
You quit your job as a local cop
And now you can safely say
You’re in the dark

Your mom remembered nothing when she died
No matter she always took your side
Irish trinkets in the corner case
Libations at 3pm, keeping up pace
And you can hide out forever
In Highland Park

But I still know
I still know
All of those things
That you can’t outgrow
Well, I still know

You left your home and started over
You also left impressions on some members of city hall
Open/shut case, a quarter ounce
Remember going out to Odie’s house
But you can justify the means to any end

Don’t you worry I won’t tell your secret
A silent tongue is like a sword
You may think that I can over look
How you pulled my record like a library book
That the whole town knows you’d never read to the end

But I still know
I still know
All of those things that you can’t outgrow
I’ll always know

Credits:

Lyrics and music - Joe Savage
Produced by Robbie Saunders
Acoustic guitar and vocals - Joe Savage
Drums - Matt Trimble
Instrumentation and BGV - Robbie Saunders
Mastered by Bart Rose

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I Won’t Die

I got everything I’ve wanted
And exactly what deserved
I spent a lot of time out of town
The straight and narrow has some curve

One thing’s certain time moves onward
I know exactly what I’ve become
This old body’s getting older
The mind wishing it were young

And I won’t die, I’ll live forever
Watch my world fade away
I won’t die, I’ll live forever
There’s nothing anyone can say

Well, this old house it just gets older
I see my reflection in the wall
No I’m not like I used to be
But I haven’t changed at all

I’m more than have the man I was now
But less than whole, still doing fine
Sometimes I do things just because now
I’m still learning my own mind

And I won’t die, I’ll live forever
Watch my world fade away
I won’t die, I’ll live forever
There’s nothing anyone can say

I got everything I’ve wanted
And exactly what deserved
I spent a lot of time out of town
The straight and narrow has some curve

And I won’t die, I’ll live forever
Watch my world fade away
I won’t die, I’ll live forever
There’s nothing anyone can say

Video Credits:
Audio/Video production: Tom Flynn
Acoustic guitar and vocals: Joe Savage
Bass guitar: Alex Sifuentes
Drums: Chandler Sneed
Lead guitar: Glenn McLaughlin
Electric guitar: Matthew Broyles

Recorder Track Credits:

Lyrics and music - Joe Savage
Produced by Robbie Saunders
Acoustic guitar and vocals - Joe Savage
Drums - Matt Trimble
Instrumentation and BGV - Robbie Saunders
Mastered by Bart Rose

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Kid, What you Doin Around Here?

I know a man with a glass bottle for a home
In spite of such faults he walks with pockets full of stones
He casts his net wide
To hide his shame
He says it’s not winning or losing
It’s how you place the blame

And all was quiet except the old whippoorwill
And I stood there lingering
I just couldn’t keep still
I heard a shot, something bang in my ear
It said, “Son, what you doing around here?
Hey kid, what you doing around here?”

I’ve heard the meek will inherit the Earth
In spite of such beauty looking down at the dirt
Don’t you hide behind a parable as if it’s a throne
When you make yourself king, it’s you who gets owned

And all was quiet except the man in the moon
I stood there lingering cause I got there too soon
And I heard a whisper, something soft on my ear
It said, “Son, what you doing around here?
Hey kid, what you doing around here?”

Jesus may love you but we all think you’re a jerk
In spite of such blues please just go back to work
Time heals all wounds or so it’s been said
But some scares that you levy bleed long after you’re dead

And all was quiet except a cool northern wind
And I stood there lingering thinking on a old friend
And I heard you call like a kiss on my ear
You said, “Son, what you doing around here?
Hey kid, what you doing around here?”

Credits:

Lyrics and music - Joe Savage
Produced by Robbie Saunders
Bass: Tommy Luke
Acoustic guitar and vocals - Joe Savage
Drums - Matt Trimble
Instrumentation and BGV - Robbie Saunders
Mastered by Bart Rose

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No Siree

Well, I could write you a sonnet
But you might not read it
I could try and use my words
But your ears might not work
And I can make pretty roses out of paper mache
But them shapes couldn’t hold the things that I’m trying to say

I will buy you pretty things
Even toss you a dime
I’d gladly give over to you what is mine
And I ain’t trying to buy ya
No siree
Just trying to find a way to say
I’m glad you’re here with me

I can buy your next drink
Though you might not be thirsty
And I could play the juke box for you
But we might not share the taste
And I can use origami to pull a rabbit from a hat
But them tricks couldn’t get to the feelings I’m driving at

I will buy you pretty things
Even toss you a dime
I’d gladly give over to you what is mine
And I ain’t trying to buy ya
No siree
Just trying to find a way to say
I’m glad you’re here with me

I could take you out to lunch
Though you might already ate
I could invite you for dinner
We’d have to use paper plates
I could make you a bust to put out on show
But eyes in stone faces ain’t my kind of glow

I will buy you pretty things
Even toss you a dime
I’d gladly give over to you what is mine
And I ain’t trying to buy ya
No siree
Just trying to find a way to say
I’m glad you’re here with me

Now I could say, “I love you.”
But that might hurt
And I could stay tied to your waste
Though I’m lible to tear your skirt
And I could try and touch your heart though we both might bleed
So, I’ll just ease on up cause it’s you that I need

I will buy you pretty things
Even toss you a dime
I’d gladly give over to you what is mine
And I ain’t trying to buy ya
No siree
Just trying to find a way to say
I’m glad you’re here with me

Credits:

Lyrics and music - Joe Savage & Wayne Floyd
Produced by Robbie Saunders
Bass: Tommy Luke
Acoustic guitar and vocals - Joe Savage
Drums - Matt Trimble
Instrumentation and BGV - Robbie Saunders
Mastered by Bart Rose

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