Singer/Songwriter / Chelsea Erica Smith
Song Produced and Mixed / Stacy Hogan
Vocal Engineer / Mike Schrimpf
Background Vocals / Matthew Griffin
Videographer / Igor Shkinder with Solid Captures
Male Model / Zach Frey
Editor / Urban Bay Photography
Camaro / Phyllis from Hazel Dell Barbers ;)
Set Director / Jeffery Shaffer
Set Location / Ridgefield, WA & Portland, OR
Set Perks / Journey Theater

Lyrics:
this isn't my town // i'm just stoppin in // i didn't mean to cause a scene when i saw you at finnegans
i try to forget // to not reminisce // its best to put the past behind you // ain't no use chasin it
but when i see you // i don't think of our last kiss
i think of this // i think of this
i think it would've been a she //
always called her tennessee 
she would've loved to see her daddy paint that 69 camaro bright green
would've been her eyes //
she would've loved this small town and your backyard and growing up with a simple life //
there's a whole world of second chances and she gave this one to me //
baby tennessee //
i had two years left of college // ain't no place to raise a child // but somehow this miscarriage brought word to the wise
now my daddy he's a preacher // and he wouldn't have liked this much
but i know they would've loved that baby more than enough //
so when i see you // i don't think of our last kiss
i think of this // i think of this
i think it would've been a she //
always called her tennessee 
she would've loved to see her daddy paint that 69 camaro bright green
would've been her eyes //
she would've loved this small town and your backyard and growing up with this simple life //
there's a whole world of second chances and she gave this one to me //
baby tennessee //
there is not a day where my heart will unbreak
i think it would've been a she //
always called her tennessee 
she would've loved to see her daddy paint that 69 camaro bright green
would've been her eyes //
she would've loved this small town and your backyard and growing up with this simple life //
and she gave this one to me //
baby tennessee //
ohhhhhh and she gave this one to me
baby tennessee

Baby Tennessee

Baby Tennessee (Single) - Chelsea Erica Smith

This is just a very rough version of part of the process of making the official song for Checotah, the band!

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Eleven 59 Part 2

Written by Chelsea Erica Smith
Produced / Edited by Boredom Creates - Dragi Ivanov

Play for Keeps (Single)

Song about missing someone who has passed

No One Is You (Demo)

breeze blows, life's been kinda easy with the rainbows
lighting up the sky outside my windows
and from time to time I see the birds go

wild wind take me home
give me a tumble weed to call my own
fading like a stone
there's a world outside that's waiting on this prodigal son

free fall, ever willing ever bound for seesaws
up and down the playground of an outlaw
and from to time I swing and jump off

wild wind take me home
give me a tumble weed to call my own
fading like a stone
there's a world outside that's waiting on this prodigal son

full speed, I'll drive a thousand miles surrendering
bursting through the wilderness is haunting
just the kind of solitude that I need

wild wind take me home
give me a tumble weed to call my own
fading like a stone
there's a world outside that's waiting on this prodigal son

Wild Wind (Demo)

𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘢, 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦
𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥
𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦
𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘺
𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘩 𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘩

𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴
𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦
𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦

𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦
𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐'𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘹 𝘮𝘦
𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦
𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘩 𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘩

𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵
𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦
𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦
𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴
𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦
𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦
𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦

Death of Me (Demo)

I thought I needed Gucci's latest, rooftop bars weren't overrated
Rouge and corsets, looking gorgeous, 5 star stays and flight delays
Keeping up with the Joneses faded, busy black fridays long awaited
It's all fine and dandy, consumerism candy
But I'm looking for a way out, wide open country calling me now
A sign to leave this town, for a front porch swing, a sycamore tree unwound
Cause I want to stand on simpleton ground
Thought I'd rob Peter to pay Paul, to live in a city with buildings tall
Ask the bank to fill my tank full, borrow more to be ungrateful
In the front row, you barely see the show
Keeping up with the Joneses faded, busy black fridays long awaited
It's all fine and dandy, consumerism candy
But I'm looking for a way out, wide open country calling me now
A sign to leave this town, for a front porch swing, a sycamore tree unwound
Cause I want to stand on simpleton ground

Simpleton Ground (Demo)

Written by Chelsea Erica Smith
Song Produced by Kevin Hahn with Opal Studio
Video Shot & Directed by Urban Bay Photography @urbanbay
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Email chelseaericasmith@gmail.com

LYRICS:
now somethings a cookin and it don’t smell good // the steam starts a screamin through the neighborhood // 
when you can’t take the heat, but the flame’s so good // the kitchen is the only place you understood // 
now smoke gon up and alarm gon sound // and the house gon shake until the beams fall down // i’ll be standing here, apron bound // cause nothings gonna tear this family down // 
can’t tell you how many bottles don hit the walls // bruises covered up by cover girls // can’t tell you how many times you said you’d leave // then you wind me in and simmer me up like grease // 
i guess it’s time, we admit that it ain’t workin // but I just can’t seem to quit cold turkey
now something's a lurkin and don't seem right // she must've sprayed perfume on your suit last night
five course meal but we can't pay our bills // i hope the woman knows a few fire drills
now smoke gon up and alarm gon sound // when i come in a flyin with a shot gun sound 
i'll be standing here with one shot left // you bet your bottom dollar i'll be gunnin for him

can’t tell you how many bottles don hit the walls // bruises covered up by cover girls // can’t tell you how many times you said you’d leave // then you wind me in and simmer me up like grease // 
i guess it’s time, we admit that it ain’t workin // but I just can’t seem to quit cold turkey

heat it up // throw it out // no place for leftovers now
heat it up // throw it out // no place for leftovers now

can’t tell you how many bottles hit the walls // bruises covered up by cover girls // 
can’t tell you how many times you said you’d leave // then you wind me in and simmer me up like grease // 
i guess it’s time, we admit that it ain’t workin // but I just can’t seem to quit cold turkey

Cold Turkey (Single) - Chelsea Erica Smith

i’ve watched you put lighter fluid on a bonfire watched you overdo it too many times to count, boy i’m running out of bark chips, tender, wood in general, i’m not sure what you’re gonna burn up now, besides this town.  but it’s getting old, cold water on the stove.  
you can spin bottles like little girls do til you kiss in the closet with a buck toothed fool, but your childish ways are burning up my driveway, you can call your mama too, she’s the only one that still loves you, but after what you pulled, a cheater like you ain’t worth the growing old
I've seen you put back a 30, rack em up and drink em dirty, then ask me for a ride back to your house, then laugh at my stick shift skills like i
 had that time to kill, better shut your mouth before I stop and kick you out, but it's getting old, gas tank is running low
 you can spin bottles like little girls do til you kiss in the closet with a buck toothed fool, but your childish ways are burning up my driveway, you can call your mama too, she’s the only one that still loves you, but after what you pulled, a cheater like you ain’t worth the growing old

The Growing Old (Demo)

A Good Man (Demo)

prairie winds on an august night, simple skies for you and stars humbled in their pride
if it takes two to tango, well I want to dance with you though there's no stereo in sight
Hum like birds singing, hung like candles burning
lighting up the windows of my eyes
waste not, want not, you are my shot at a real life lullaby
find a maze where the corn's gone dry, let's get lost and make it right
the good ol' days will only be here for so long
open wine under a hazel sky, baby blues in another life
I'm just here for when you cry
smile like love is winning, sing like the world stopped spinning, falling down in pieces open wide
Finding words is just as hard as telling you goodnight
I don't want to leave this moment hanging any more than I want the whisky to run dry
Holding hope is easy, when I'm here you've got me and when you're gone you're on my mind
You are my real life lullaby

Real Life Lullaby (Demo)

Musician/Songwriter from Portland, Oregon.
Chelsea Erica Smith writes Country Music.  Her lyrics are undeniably raw, with a hometown honesty; sweet and savory with a shot of whisky.

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