BOB DEAN

By David Snyder

 
 V1

 
On the edge of the twilight 
About a million years ago 
A saw a man 
In faded jeans hitchhiking on the road 
He said he just left Memphis 
Bound for glory land 
A little down on his luck and he needed a hand 
He started to talk 
About the things that he'd seen 
And asked me if I'd heard 
Of a singer no one knew 
a Master of the Blues 
And a prophet with the news 
A man from the future 
Brand new on the scene
By a simple twist of fate
We just might be redeemed
If we listened his songs
And his name, his name was Bob Dean 
 
CHORUS
 
Bob Dean, Bob Dean
Songwriting machine 
Ask him what he’s saying 
Ask him where he’s been
Has he seen the new Messiah 
Has he seen the setting sun 
I’m hitchhiking across the river, now
But I seem to have lost my thumb 
Cause I keep waiting for the chorus 
But the chorus never comes 
Feels like the end of a trillion sins 
If you know what I mean 
Feels like the end of a trillion sins 
Just ask, just ask Bob Dean 
Bob Dean


 V2

In a cryptic tale of winter
he was walking in the wind 
But the links are down and we’re not bound
to hear those songs again
He’s stopped riding that Greyhound
Cause now he stole a train
Paul Simon says it isn’t fair
Bob Dean has stolen the game 
Lying bed and thinking about the ballad of Peggy Sue 
Bobby socks and a jukebox dead man’s fingers playing the blues 
Homeless in the alley 
With autumn coming down 
After a decade or two of speaking the truth 
He’s gonna reinvent his sound
People looking for Jesus 
People looking for you 
Prayer books and cheap wine
No matter what you do
Bob Dean says it’s only a matter of time
‘til the reaper comes for you

CHORUS
 

V3
 
They say Egypt might be burning 
I’m trying not to rub it in 
Just trying to write a song with two chords in it 
With a beginning and an end 
And I’m walking with the ghosts of Chelsea Street 
But I don't know what that means 
If I'm weak or I’m strong it won't be long 
Before these wounds of mine start to bleed 
I got a few friends in the city 
I got a few friends out of town 
I got my guns loaded up in the back of the car 
So don't be hanging around 
And under the skies of America just about anything goes 
Seems like every war is another Vietnam 
You’re just missing different toes 
And welcome to the 21st century 
We’re flying high as a kite 
If we don’t want to die of a broken heart 
We can't come down tonight 
You know who you got to ask
And you that he’s right

CHORUS


V4

He’s got to get going now
Gone baby gone 
Cause you know that love’s the darkest 
Just before the dawn 
And you’re lost in the city 
And you’re falling off the beam 
And you don’t want no angels 
And you’re sick of all your dreams 
And all your family photographs 
They’ll be fading now to blue 
You're holding out for options 
But they don’t belong to you 
So you light it up 
And you fight like a girl 
Just one more time 
In a broken world 
Down on memory lane 
And hard rains have fallen 
And ice is dripping down your throat 
and you’re stranded in a burning desert
but you’re asking for your coat
and you know, oh you know what that means

CH

V5

You don’t know what you’re feeling 
And you don’t know what is real 
And you’re in love with a pistol now
But that’ll stay concealed 
Your mind is full of graffiti 
And you’re flying while blind 
Splatter paint on the sidewalk 
And the devil close behind 
And all your friends have forgotten 
Where to place the blame 
You sleep on the garbage on Chelsea Street 
They say baby that’s a shame 
But don't dream of California 
Cause it ain’t there anymore 
It got too close to the border 
And you can’t handle the war 

CH

V6

You'll hear that crackling thunder 
When the world sets on fire...

CHORUS

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All music and lyrics copyright 2023 by David Snyder
Day of Faith Records/ASCAP

David Snyder: Guitar, Harmonica, Vocals, Additional Instrumentation, Mixing, Mastering Production

BOB DEAN

A collaboration with Janice Merritt and Tamara Volskaya

Missing Pages

A Walking Country Song
By David Snyder

V1

Throwin’ chairs off of a Nashville roof
Cause I’m drinkin’ little 100 proof
You know I’m grinning in a baseball cap
I wear it backwards cause you like it like that
Cause I ain’t classy but it’s how I roll
I’m the one they never could control


CH

Ah girl I’m gonna make it
Take every heart and break it
Just as long as they can take it, I’m stayin’ strong
Cause girl I was born a walking country song

V2

Got a mullet in my mugshot yo
I’ll post some bail and then I’ll skip parole
I’m wearing handcuffs but I’m breaking  loose
Then I’m gonna love you while I’m wearing my boots
Sometimes it seems like I can do no wrong
No matter what I do they always sing along

CH

Ah girl I’m gonna make it
Take every heart and break it
Just as long as they can take it, I’m stayin’ strong
Cause girl I was born a walking country song


Bridge

Yeah I drink too much
Yeah I talk too much
But girl you’re so damn smokin’
That you’re hot to the touch

CH

Ah girl I’m gonna make it
Take every heart and break it
Just as long as they can take it, I’m stayin’ strong
Cause girl I was born a walking country song


V3

I was caught buck naked but I'm not in jail
I was caught buck naked and I'm raising hell
And I was born spoiled rotten
If you can't tell

CH

Ah girl I’m gonna make it
Take every heart and break it
Just as long as they can take it, I’m stayin’ strong
Cause girl I was born a walking country song

Outro

And I can write a hit
Write it like this
And every song sounds the same
But I’m staying strong
Cause girl I was born a walking country song
Cause girl I was born a walking country song
Cause girl I was born a walking country song


Music and Lyrics copyright 2024 by David Snyder
Day of Faith Records/ASCAP
David Snyder: Vocals, instrumentation, arrangement, mastering, production and engineering

WALKING COUNTRY SONG

David has been selected as one of the Best New Alternative Artists on ReverbNation. But, he has been writing too much music! If you go to David's Main Music Website or David's Soundcloud Hub you will see links to all of David's albums and other Soundcloud pages. At 300 songs per year, it is getting a little thick in these woods, but all the rabbit trails are below. David Snyder is an award-winning songwriter and North Carolina-based Independent Artist. He is a winner in the 2015 PG Music International Awards for Excellence in Composition, Production and Arrangement. He plays guitar, violin, bass, keyboards, mandolin, percussion and the radio. He is also a Regional Coordinator for the Nashville Songwriters Association and has numerous writing credits with a wide variety of recorded artists. He owns his own record label, Day of Faith Records and writes and records with many artists nationwide in almost all genres, including alternative, jazz, "new country," bluegrass, Americana, rock, psychedelic, soul, jazz, gospel, funk, fusion and electronica. He has been playing the guitar since the age of 12 and playing professionally since the age of 15. His fondest musical memory is having received some guitar tips from Chet Atkins after sneaking backstage at a concert when he was 15. His music has also been performed at the Julliard School and the Lincoln Center. David is classically trained but draws from a wide variety of influences in his music.

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