The Saturday Night Honkey-Tonk

LYRICS
I’ll tell you a story ain’t looking for your pity
My girl got tired of living in the city
Packed the truck, quit my job, hit the highway
Only one life so I’m gonna do it my way

Heading out West
My friends think I’m crazy
My mind’s gone hazy
But you got to play the hand that you’re dealt
Heading out West

Stopped at a joint in Kingman Arizona
Whisky started talking said some things that I shouldn’a
Bout that time some guy was a eyeing her
She left me for a trucker named Ryder

Heading out West
My friends think I’m crazy
My mind’s gone hazy
But you got to play the hand that you’re dealt
Heading out West

Black Jack got good luck in Las Vegas
Bar fly girls are hot and vivacious
Comping my drinks at the high-roller table
I don’t give a damn bout that Kingman betrayal

Heading out West
My friends think I’m crazy
My mind’s gone hazy
But you got to play the hand that you’re dealt
Heading out West

I’m a success, but guess who’s a failure?
Ryder moved on left her stuck in a trailer
Working that bar in Kingman Arizona
Pouring cheap rum in shots of coca cola

Heading out West
My friends think I’m crazy
My mind’s gone hazy
But you got to play the hand that you’re dealt
Heading out West

Heading Out West

No Valentine 

Key of A | 4:4 | 112-120 BPM | Train Shuffle 

This one is a fictional story of a boy who lost his Dad, older now but still a kid, reflecting on his loss, just old enough to barely remember him, too young to have made enough memories to hold on to, and whose Momma is so heart-broken, she is unable to move past her own sorrow, to be there for the boy, to start a new life.  Desensitized, lost, and full of grief, his father’s memory is fading, making the pain of loss, and his desire to be loved even greater.  The irony is in Momma’s song, how the boy is drawing parallels to his pain while she sings of hers, and they’re so lost they can’t find each other.   

 

Intro 8 Measures 

Verse 1: 8 Measures 

Daddy found dirt when I was 3, [uh huh] 

He didn’t leave much Momma and me [uh huh] 

The rooster crowed and sang his song 

The sun came up and he was gone [uh huh] 

 

Verse 2: 8 Measures (Vocals change on second and fourth verse) 

I climb the oak tree out behind the chicken pen 

To think about my Daddy and what could’ve been. 

It’s getting hard to find memories, no baseball games, or catch for me [uh huh] 

 

Pre-Chorus:  8 Measures 

I wish this hurt would go away but the pains still fresh and here to stay [uh huh] 

 

Chorus: 8 Measures 

(A) Fill me up with Gasoline, (D) it lights the rag when Momma sings 

(G) No chocolate, wine, just tears for me, (A) No Valentines 

Nothing left but rusty dreams, I burn till sleep while Momma sings 

No kisses, hugs, or man to love, No Valentines 

Bridge/Solo?????   

 

Verse 3: 

I walk the train tracks to the sea [uh huh] 

Swear every whistle’s meant for me [uh huh] 

My Daddy’s ashes in a can and I feel like I burned with him [uh huh] 

 

Verse 4: 

Every step one closer to the morning light. 

Every day one closer to the next goodbye 

Nothing left, no memories, no birthday presents, or Christmas tree.  

 ../ 

Pre-Chorus/  

No, I can’t see nothing now but the blood red sun glow through closed eyes. [uh huh 

 

Chorus 

Fill me up with Gasoline, it lights the rag when Momma sings 

No chocolate, wine, just tears for me, No Valentines 

Nothing left but rusty dreams, I burn till sleep while Momma sings 

No kisses, hugs, or man to love, No Valentines

No Valentines

Bullet in my bed

The cabbage crossing 
The popcorn kernels 
Keep me awake at night
Feed me in bed alright. 
Might fetch me a loco crazed 
Bot on the sunny side! 
Might fetch me a rolling train 
In my brain , alright. 
Might fetch me an old bottle of whiskey
And live like my foredads did
Come on , uh-huh 

The wild mercury is poison to my furloughs
The time heavy stare which clings to my rearview!
The rivers run empty , I’m starting to feel contagious. 
My spirit spreads out like an Eagle stretch his wings to fly 🦅 
The mouse crawls on by!

Might fetch me a loco crazed 
Bot on the sunny side! 
Might fetch me a rolling train 
In my brain , alright. 
Might fetch me an old cold box of whiskey
And live like my foredads did I’m frisky 
I’m dizzy ! 
I’m dizzy!
I’m dessert
My eyes slice em
For dessert!
Come on , uh-huh 

Might catch me a train to the California hillside
Might fetch me a well worn path along the trail 
Might take me somewhere cool , somewhere so easy.

Whiskey in the Water

Whiskey In The Water

No One  Master Mix

I'm going to party here all night is a driving fun song that you will look forward to listening to as much as you look forward to the weekend.
It runs alongside hits like "Dont need nothing but a good time" by Poisen.

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Bullet in my bed

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