AIN’T SEEN MY BABY

ain’t seen my baby in several days
told her I was leaving my love she didn’t phase
ain’t seen my baby and everything’s been o.k.
her and her new love out in the pasture to graze

I don’t mind trying but I soon figured out
my baby don’t know what love is without a doubt
don’t mind trying but I soon figured out
my baby don’t know what lovin’ is all about

30 days in january, I began to see
that old dog wasn’t barkin’ at me
30 days in january, I began to see
that old dog’s barkin’ up someone else’s tree

ain’t seen my baby in several days
told her I was leavin’ my boss gave me a raise
ain’t seen my baby everything’s been all right now
you oughta see my new girl you know she’s outta sight
 

INSPIRED BY JENNY

i’m beggin’, i’m beggin’ for your hands on me, involved with me
baby i’m beggin’, yes i’m beggin’ for your hands on me, involved with me
I want your, I want your , your summer style, your camera smile
i’m pleadin’, i’m pleadin’, for your voice, lips are moist

don’t fold me up darlin’, don’t let me decay
like a twice read letter, please don’t throw me away

i’m missin’, i’m missin’ your way with words, love the absurd
I need ya, I need ya, for reassurance, creative influence
i’ve been thinkin’, been thinkin’, in leaps and bounds, with you around

I need ya, yeah baby I need ya, for reassurance, creative influence
I want your love, want all your love
how?, how?, how?
 

THE LOOK YOU GIVE ME

can walk barefoot desert sands can out talk the political man
can smile those bedroom smiles but I just can’t get over
the look you give me
can add, divide and subtract can survive a massive heart attack
can kiss with a passion that burns but nothin’ devastates me like
the look you give me
can drink whiskey like water don’t do the things that I oughta
can hold you tight in my arms but nothin’ shakes my nerves like
the look you give me
can drive like richard petty can go ‘cause i’m always ready
can send a shiver down a spine but nothin’ gravitates me like
the look you give me
can stop the hands of time can live on a buck and a dime
can love you baby like nobody will but I just........
 

 PRETTY LITTLE CATHOLIC GIRL

in your room full of possessions
warm wrapped in your bed
do hypocrisies of life
ever filter through your head
does anybody tell you
you can only limit yourself
encourage you to dream
or keep those things upon the self
what causes me concern
is do you know your worth
there’s people in this life
who’ll treat you just like dirt
‘cause when we’re on the street
and this I must confide
just to have you next to me
fills an emptiness inside
 

DRUNK AND NOSTALGIC

times took a harder turn on me
succession of loses had tempered my belief
the depths of the trouble i failed to perceive
as I jumped to decisions ‘cause I wanted to leave
unaware of the fact that I would be deceived
by what I had chosen and what I would not heed

a series of events had started to reveal
the lie behind the face friendship had concealed
painted walls of trust had started to peel
separation of fiction from that which is real
led to pacing the floors and struggling to deal
with what was painful to think and to feel
 

LO-FI

that’s what they said              see i’m a working man
‘cause I ain’t got the bread              but that’s all part of the plan
for a sixteen track head              to keep my hands in the dirt
that’s what they said              i’ll remember what things is worth

technology is all right with me
but you’ve got to use it judiciously
it ain’t no machine that puts the rock in a band
it’s mistakes and imperfections of the human hand
 

FINE GIRL / FINE DAY

she was a fine girl on a fine day and I let myself get carried away
daydreamin’ of a life together I was flirtin’ with the edge should’ve known better
now my mind feels like a jackson pollack painting ‘bout to fall
so take a knife baby, carve my name right off your wall

I was a quite one a lot of time alone with thoughts and emotions as yet unknown
started driftin’ heard a siren song and into the rocks I sailed along
now my mind feels like a jackson pollack painting ‘bout to fall
so take your knife baby, carve my name right off the wall

when I washed ashore and my faith had drown she was miles away in some other town
now it’s letters and long days to wait as from a distance I learn my fate
still my mind feels like a jackson pollack painting ‘bout to fall
so take a knife baby carve my name right in your wall
 

THAT’S RIGHT!

I’ve been runnin’ with the devil before
after thirty days he knocked upon my door        late at night
he wrought fifteen nights of jailhouse dreams
the experience left me hard and mean        that’s right
now sometimes I don’t care no more
not like I did before        ‘cause you see
my heart ran as deep as a well
now it’s crawled back in it’s shell        whoa is me
 

I went runnin’ with the devil once more
much like the time before        late at night
this time he stole some faith
just took it when he left my place        that’s right
now the hell hounds won’t leave me be
since the devil got that piece of me        ‘cause you see
opened that door just a little too wide
curious to see what’s inside        whoa is me

now I don’t run with the devil no more
even if he’s at my door        late at night
the price is just a little to high
ain’t got nothin’ that I want to buy        that’s right
 
 
 

SUNSETS ON MEMPHIS

sun sets on memphis              for time served without you
my mind is set on you              i proffer my crime
neon through my window              worn holes in my pockets
tints the room green and blue              i‘ve spent every dime
been lost for six full days              your warm voice on my phone
my heart aches for you              say’s you’re changing your mind
the hue of your eyes              is what fuels my dreams
what more could I do              and passes my time
darkness of the night
the burlington train
whiskey and coke
can’t ease the pain
of being this close
and losing again
grain boat chugs the river              sun rises on memphis
as a tear navigates my cheek              my mind’s still set on you
there’s a bar down on airline              neon through my window
I won’t have to speak              is gone with the dew
soft will be my thoughts              been lost for seven days
as the drinks begin their creep              my heart aches for you
‘though the knife is still cuttin’             the hue of your eyes
I won’t feel how deep              what more could I do