In the summertime I tried to take her hand, but all I did was lose myself again
I know she wanted to say yes but all that came out was a sigh,
so I caught a train on that lonesome northern line

I tried once more when spring came around, she was there but her hand couldn't be found
And I brought her pretty flowers, but all they did was die
so I hopped back on that lonesome northern line

She won't give me the time of day
while I try and try to give myself away
singing her my songs, and and writing witty lies
it's not time, it's just not our time

I remember it like the autumn of our love, but the love was mine when push came to shove
and I know she never really loved me, oh she made that painful clear
then why, oh why did she stay here?

In the wintertime she didn't come at all, she had me lonesome for our time in the fall
and I heard that she's been singing songs about the rain
I could have saved her, I'd have washed away her pain

My blood still stains the crossroads where I fell
her truck just kept on moving, I doubt she even felt it
Now the clock ticks by each second like a bullet through my chest
but I guess it's for the best

She won't give me the time of day
while I try and try to give myself away
singing her my songs, and and writing witty lies
it's not time, it's just not our time
no it's not time, it's just not our time.

©2012 Austin Rudisill

She Won't Give Me The Time

I'm going out on the town, gonna find me love
gonna show every girl what I'm made of
I'm gonna hang out in the bars and dives in the downtown silhouette
That's where you find love that ain't ready yet

All the young girls are singin' love me, love me do
all the boys will drink 'til they're red and green and blue
by the time the clock strikes right around two
I'm gonna find me love, yeah that's what I'm gonna do

I'm going out on the town, gonna ease my pain
gonna spend every night, pretend to change
but I'm out at the same bar every night just drinking the same old drinks
oh being young, it ain't what you think

All the young girls are singin' love me, love me please
all the boys are celebrating their disease
by the time the clock strikes right around three
I'm gonna find me love, because it won't find me

I'm gonna leave this town, because this song's been sung
no I've never been real good at being young
but it's not for a lack of trying, I just don't know what to do
so I wrote this love song for you

all the young girls are singin' love me love me do
all the boys will drink 'til they're red and green and blue
by the time the clock strikes right around two
I'm gonna find me love, yeah that's what I'm gonna do
Oh I'm gonna find me love, that's what I want to do
Oh we're gonna find us some love, that's what we're gonna do.

©2012 Austin Rudisill

Love Song For Raleigh

Send This To My Sweetheart

Midnight Ramble

Trouble

Last Train From Memphis

Rosemary

Holy Roller

Time To Run

I'm gonna thumb me a ride to Tennessee, I'm gonna flag down the first truck I see
I'm burnin' down the highway now, I'm addicted to running, gotta get on out
I'm gonna thumb me a ride, to Tennessee

Oh Carolina she burnt me down, I've been spending all my nights on the edge of town
I'm trying to get as far away from here, I won't be safe 'til I get near
that Johnson City line, oh Tennessee

Oh Tennessee, Oh Tennessee, you know that you're the only home for poor 'ole me
I'm burnin' down that highway now, I'm addicted to runnin' gotta get on out
I ain't gonna stop 'til I get to Tennessee

Well this old world, she's been getting me down
She don't know a damn thing, what I"m about
that preacher man he preached to me that the promised land is in Tennessee
ain't stopping now 'til I get to Tennessee

I smoked my last cigarette in a pile of hay I called my bed
well here I lay me down to die, not five miles from that old state line
looks like I'll never make Tennessee

Oh Tennessee, Oh Tennessee, you know that you're the only home for poor 'ole me
I'm burnin' down that highway now, I'm addicted to runnin' gotta get on out
I ain't gonna stop 'til I get to Tennessee

©2012 Austin Rudisill

Tennessee

Singer-songwriter Austin Rudisill hails from Durham, North Carolina by way of Albemarle. Performing live since 2008, Austin was originally a member of the Raleigh-based band Clay Pigeons, an Americana outfit from Raleigh, but is now mainly a solo act. Austin draws influence from a wide range of artists; from Gram Parsons and John Prine to The Band and the Rolling Stones, his music integrates elements of folk, country, rock and roll, bluegrass, and storytelling into one unique sound. He's been heard from The Soapbox in Wilmington, to Lincoln Theatre in Raleigh, to the Grey Eagle in Asheville, and a hundred friendly back porches in between. He's pleased to meet you.

Austin Rudisill

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