(V1)
I’m a pretty normal guy
I make enough money to get me by
With a mighty good woman I’m pretty sure that’s out of my league

And a four door car that’s falling apart
That half the time I can’t get to start
And I play in a five piece band that lets me pick and sing

(V2)
But enough about me, have we met before?
I ain’t the sharpest knife in the drawer
I’m pretty good with faces but I forgot your name

I feel like a tool for forgetting you 
after all the shows that you said you’ve come to 
I don’t mean nothin by it, I’m still ashamed

(Chrs)
I live a pretty lackluster life
I might not ever make it on the marquee lights 
Or cut a number one on the radio
Or sell out big ole stadiums
But I wish I may I wish I might
Make a little money for my ramen tonight
But don’t mind my complainin’ I’m just fine
I’m just writin down what’s on my mind

(V3)
I snore when I sleep And it’s pretty damn loud
I’m a one time drunk tank college dropout
And I’ve gained a few pounds since I left

I play guitar ok, enough to get me through
This 1-5-4 I’m playin for you
Ain’t my worst but definitely ain’t my best

(Chrs)
About this lackluster life of mine
How I might never make it on the marquee lights 
Or cut a number one on the radio
But I wish I may I wish I might
Make a little money for my ramen tonight
But don’t mind my complainin’ I’m just fine
I’m writing down what’s on my mind

Drew’s Random Thoughts Pertaining to the Word ‘Lackluster’

Fair weather friends 

(V1)
Good people are hard to come by
They’re like the weather down here
One minute they don’t know your name
And the next they wanna be your friend  

But they’ll be quick to use you
Drop your name around town
Shake your hand and smile to your face
When behind your back they’re puttin you down

(Chorus)
You can never trust a fair weather friend
They lie as a means to their end
Take a mile when you give em an inch
Make a splash in the pond and they’ll wanna jump in
Beware the Fair Weather friend

(V2)
Ole pals come out of the woodwork
Like a snake in the grass
They think you owe them something
It doesn’t work like that

A good friend will be there by and by
Through all life’s thick and thin
Not butter you up to satisfy
Their own greed they’ve held within

(Chorus)
You can never trust a fair weather friend
They lie and use as a means to their end
They take a mile when you give em an inch
You make a splash in the pond and they’ll wanna jump in
Beware the Fair Weather friend


Fairweather Friends

(V1)
Me and my old man used to drive the hills of hoover
A long and winding road of pinewood shade
Stare into the beauty of a alabama sunset
Yonder o’er oxmoor valley way

There’s a spot a mile on down from there that lies a concrete flat
Underneath the tow’rn power lines
Where I’ve howled up at the moon at least a time or two
That echoed  oxmoor valley way

There’s far too many memories to count of ole Lover’s Leap
Where I’ve wandered down the mountain side astray
And pondered at the legend of two lovers hand in hand
leaped down towards oxmoor valley way

That old gas station stares out into the western holler
And doesn’t know the beauty that it holds
I find myself in envy as I wish that I was it
Staring o’er oxmoor valley way

(Repeat) I find myself in envy...

Oxmoor Valley Way

WEEK 1- Rhymes are easy

(V1)
Sometimes I can’t get points Across 
when I really need
Sometimes I say things to folks
I don’t intend or mean

But finally I have found a way
To lift a weight up off myself
Without stumbling over lines
And confusing someone else

(Chorus)
Rhymin’s easy 
When talkin ain’t
I haven’t found a better way
Conveyin’ love and pain
Than writin what I’m going thru
It helps to keep me sane
Rhymes are easy
When talkin ain’t

(V2)
Sure I got some issues but doesn’t
Everybody else
But I used to keep my anger in
Til I’d blow up on myself

A pad and pen has kept me in
A better state of mind
Than any other type of drug out there
That I could find

(Chorus)
Rhymin’s easy 
When talkin ain’t
I haven’t found a better way
Conveyin’ love and pain
Than writin what I’m going thru
It helps to keep me sane
Rhymes are easy
When talkin ain’t

(Bridge)
If I can strike a chord
With someone other than me
if it gets them through whatever pains
Or helps to set them free
It becomes all the better
Knowin that I’m not alone
But it ain’t the only reason
I’m writin all these songs

(Chorus)
Rhymin’s easy 
When talkin ain’t
I haven’t found a better way
Conveyin’ love and pain
Than writin what I’m going thru
It helps to keep me sane
Rhymes are easy
When talkin ain’t

Rhymes Are Easy

The Wait

I can’t write a love song
That speaks from my heart
Like the ways of my heroes
I tend to fall short

It’s at the tip of my tongue though
I feel it on deep down
But I know that I’ll find it
When it’s meant to be found

(Chorus)
Because lovin’ you’s like nothin
I’ve never known before
I keep bragging ‘round to every one
That you’re the best I’ve ever known

How the hell does such a heathen
Wind up with such an angel
I guess the good Lord found a reason
That the wait was worth the while

(V2)
It’s got to be special
I want to draw a tear from your eye
I want to say I love you
The best I can describe

When I finally find the words to say
I’ll shout them from a mountain
sing your praises and thank God above
That I had ever found ya

(Solo)

(Bridge)
It’s not that I don’t realize
What I’m in love for
I know the kind of human you are
And the future that’s in store

For us but I’m waiting 
On the perfect way to say it
For the best things come in time
So I will remain patient

(Chorus)
Because lovin’ you’s like nothin
I’ve never known before
I keep bragging ‘round to every one
That you’re the best I’ve ever known

How the hell does such a heathen
Wind up with such an angel
I guess the good Lord found a reason
That the wait was worth the while

the wait

Daddy didn’t raise no bum (Romanticizing your first job wk4)

-I was hardcore slackin in the middle of the summer right after I turned 16
-It was about time that I needed a ride but I didn’t have any money
-I was a high school football bench ridin no work no care sonofagun
-Poppa caught me slackin said son you’ll get to workin cause daddy didn’t raise no bum

-Daddy didn’t raise no bum

-He rode on down the road and he went into the Lowe’s and he brought me a back pushin mower
-He said there’s doors you can knock on and money to be makin on any lawn on down the road
-I called my buddy Willie and his momma made us fliers and borrowed his dad’s pickup truck
-We were takin care of business and trimming up the hedges cause our daddys didn’t raise no bums

-No they didn’t raise no bums

(Solo)

-Goin lawn to lawn and burnin all our gas doin the damn thing and keepin the groove
-Workin like dogs until the end of the summer and finally go to school
-We had ourselves a time in the time we were allotted makin money to build my funds
-Though I didn’t make enough dough to buy myself a ride it didn’t mean I was giving up

Cause daddy didn’t raise no bum

daddy didn’t raise no bum2

Doin’ Time

(V1)
Judge asked me how do you plead
guilty your honor have mercy on me
Then they threw me inside the penitentiary 
Charged me on a count of armed robbery

(Chrs)
The punishment fits the crime
I guess I’ll be here a while 
Still Doin time

(V2)
I ain’t lookin forward to the light of the day
They put me in the middle of a rowdy chain gang
Bloodied hands but still swingin away
Breakin up dirt and that Texas clay

(Chrs)

(V3)
Well two years here have come and gone
And I swear 2 years never felt so long
Hopin and a prayin for a shot at parole
Cause bein in here is draining my soul

(Chrs)


still doin time

Your Love is a Minefield

(V1)
I’ve been tip toeing around your emotions 
far too long
Any step to the left or right could go 
oh so wrong

It’s a delicate process just to say
How I really feel
I find it’s better most times just to
Keep my lips sealed

(Chrs)
Your love
Your love
Your love 
is a minefield

(V2)
I find myself apologizing 
more than I should
The way that you treat me shouldn’t 
Be dictated by your moods

You got no reason bein mean I’ve been 
way too good to you
to blow up anytime
You feel you’re misunderstood

(Chrs)
Your love
Your love
Your love 
is a minefield

(Bridge)
I’m done with instability 
I’m through beating around the bush
I can’t take much more
I’m gone for good

(Chrs)
Your love
Your love
Your love 
is a minefield

Your Love is a Minefield

High Hopes n’ Feelin’ Low

One who wears many hats (Manager/Booking agent/Song writer/Backup vocal/Guitar) for The Red Clay Strays.

Drew Nix