Over Me

I should really get a woman to sing on this one...

Out of Luck

Lean down Your ear, oh Lord, and listen to my prayer
I am a poor and needy soul
Brush off the dust from these old bones and help me dance
Cause I'm just falling on my own

But oh my God, how You are Good
And oh my God, You are the one thing I've got

And oh, there is nothing like You in this world You've made
But it's screaming out your name
And oh, I won't stop singing of Your love and of Your grace
Even after my life fades away

Lately when I wake up, there's trouble at my door
Seems I can't shake away my pain
And each time I look down there's a new bruise on my skin
And I'd say my heart looks just the same


Psalm 86

Feels so long but it's been 30 days
Can't believe all the choices we made
You'd go find yourself like people do
And I would be left alone looking for you

I know your friends are just being polite
Keep telling me that I'll be alright
Say I'll find someone who warms up my heart
But I know where you are, and we're so far apart
It's been a

CHORUS
Damn cold November
Without you here
And I can't remember
Life before all these tears
I reach out to no one
Where I used to find you
But this bed is empty
And my heart is too
In this damn cold November

I'd get you out of my head if I could
But strong drink just don't work like it should
Just reminds me how things used to be
But now everything's changed and I just can't break from this

CHORUS

Is it true?  Is it real?
Tell me how I'm gonna live this life on my own
I could lie, say I'm fine
But the truth is I'm cold
As this

CHORUS

Damn Cold November

Anywhere But Here (Williams/Stevenson)

I grew up on Country Gold
A little bit of Rock N Roll
To cleanse your soul
So tell me where did my country go

Tip my hat to the man in black
Beat up guitars and 
Antique Cadillac’s
How do I get my country back

CHORUS
They took away that honky tonk to hold another car
And brick by brick they built it up and tore away my heart
They’ve watered down the very thing that made this music real
Yea that’s when the lights went out in Nashville

The faint of heart won't understand
My heros played with calloused hands
Back when the radio played the working man

CHORUS

I’ll still be singing these songs without a record deal
I don’t need a microphone to tell you how I feel

CHORUS

Lights Went Out In Nashville (with Warren Stone & Josh Phillips)

Well, the moon is up and the tailgate's down
We got a fire burning outside of town
And all of my friends just dancing in the light

I got a pretty girl sitting next to me
In one of my old t shirts and cut off jeans
And if the light burns out, well, I don't think we'll mind

Cause buddy, all we got is time

CHORUS
I don't want to fall asleep
Tonight we are Dixie kings and queens
Look at us just wild and free
And I don't care what tomorrow brings
The only things that I really need are
Life, Liberty
And the pursuit of the party

When the 15th comes there'll be bills to pay
But it's a 3 day weekend so it's ok
And there's enough in the bank for a 12 pack tonight

Maybe someday I'll get a better truck
But it's running now, so buddy I'm in luck
So you can count on me to bring the coolers and ice

Yeah, I think I'll be just fine

Chorus

(Life, Liberty &) The Pursuit of the Party

Do you still think of me?
Do you wonder how I'm doing after all these years?
Because I do

It looks like life is great
I see your pictures paint the perfect view of happiness
I do that too

CHORUS
It don't seem so very long ago that we would stare up at the stars
And we would talk about the life we'd share from the hood of my first car
And I know that it was all my fault that we never said "I Do"
But do you still think of me?
Cause I still think of you

It ain't smart of me
To sit alone and think of all the things that might have been
But that's what I do

It's 3am again
And I wish I could be the one to hold you when you sleep
But he gets to

CHORUS

I hope he's lovin' you better that I did
But it hurts to see you in the distance with your kids 
Cause I know it could've been me with you

CHORUS

Do You Still Think of Me?

Hey there Picasso, yeah, you’re waitin’ way too much
The world can’t know what’s in your soul if you don’t pick up that brush
Hey Jackie Robinson, why don’t run some laps
You’ll never make the big leagues if you don't pick up that bat 

So whatchu waitin’ on?

You Got This
No Hissy Fits
Just take a swing, who cares if you might miss
Dig in deep
Then move your feet
Hold your breath
And then take that leap
You Got This

Hey Mr. Shakespeare, put a pen down on that page
You’ll never finish your first draft if you don’t start today
Hey Bette Davis, go audition for that scene
You’ll never win an Oscar if you’re you’re never on the screen

So whatchu waitin’ on?

Chorus

And if you’re lonely, well, go out and take a chance
The world’s too big to be alone, so go ask someone to dance

Chorus

You Got This (with Lynn Wilbanks)

Second Shot (Come on Cupid) (Wilbanks/Stevenson)

Hard To Sing a Love Song (Carper/Dooley/Thompson/Stevenson)

She ain’t coffee
but she keeps me up at night
like a bad dream
that I can’t get off my mind

She ain’t pictures
but every time I close my eyes
I see her pack her bags
whispering goodbye

CHORUS
She’s my yesterday
a memory 
the calm, the storm, the clouds, and all the pain
She’s my one regret
the one I can’t forget
the one that got me and the one who got away
She’s my yesterday

She ain’t whiskey
but she makes me wanna fight
taking shots at myself
cause i still burn inside

She ain’t music 
but her voice is in my head
I turn the radio up
but I still hear what she said

CHORUS

BRIDGE
If I had time machine
Lord knows just where I’d be
Somewhere deep in yesterday
with you right there next me

She's My Yesterday (Carpenter/Johnson/Stevenson)

Pulling your sleeves down over your tattoo 
Sliding in late in the corner of a back pew 
Preacher in the pulpit starin you down
You just give him that don’t care smile

Theres an amen and a pass the plate 
And your momma hits her knees and prays (but)

I like the salt in your sweetness
The bite in your kiss
A little bit of pain in your pleasure
your rough edges scratch my itch
You're the minor chord in a happy song
Baby you are the right amount of wrong

You light one up out in the parking lot 
Wave at the ladies that like to talk
I drive up and you hop in
The way you move makes me sin

CHORUS

Wanna sip your whiskey honey
Till I fall
Gimme what you got,
I’ll take all

CHORUS

Right Amount of Wrong (Dekant/Knable/Stevenson)

You and Whiskey (Duncan/Stevenson)

David Joel Stevenson is a singer, songwriter, musician, actor and author.  He lives outside of Nashville, TN, and is possibly surrounded by several chickens and thousands of honey bees.  He is the frontman for the band Manic Bloom, and is the author of The Surface's End and Victor Boone Will Save Us.

David Joel Stevenson

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