The Long Day Stables Set

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Flair

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

Hold My Beer 

 

Back in high school sitting down by the lake 
Sipping on some cold ones just my buddies and me 
We got a little froggy and decided to jump  
Right off the cliff from the back of my truck 
 
Here, hold my beer is how it all started 
I’ll never forget those times we had, man, we really knew how to party 
Hold my beer 
 
I saw this girl from across the water 
Moon light hanging on her and I had to meet her  
I could barely swim but it didn’t matter 
Took another sip and said  
 
Here, hold my beer is how it all started 
I’ll never forget those times we had, man, we really knew how to party 
Hold my beer, this could be the one  
I may never look back or I could be wrong  
It don’t matter none 
Hold my beer 
 
That summer past and we said goodbye 
And then she looked back and started to cry  
All I needed was one more song  
One last dance before the summer was gone 
 
Here, hold my beer 
She was all I remember and then the moment past, it just couldn’t last but for a moment in time she’s mine 
So hold my beer 
 
Graduation, college, and a full time job 
A night out with the boys and that song came on  
I heard a voice I hadn’t heard in so many years 
And it said to my friends 
 
Here, hold his beer, that’s how it all started. 

I’ll never forget those times we had 
Could she really be standing there  
Hold my beer 
 
 

Ten years later and we’re back at the lake 

It’s me and the boys and it’s getting late 

Come on Dad let’s go for a swim  

Yeah, you know we jumped right in 
 
Here, hold my beer is how it all started 
I’ll never forget those times we had, man, we really knew how to party 
 

Hold my beer, this could be the one  
I may never look back or I could be wrong  
It don’t matter none 
 

Here, hold my beer 
She was all I remember and then the moment passed, it just couldn’t last but for a moment in time she’s mine 
 
Hold my beer, is how it all started. 
I got the love of my life sitting by my side and I’m never gonna say goodbye 
 
Hold my beer

Hold My Beer

I don't feel like a farmer's son
On the road, don't know where I'm going
Want to stay somewhere that I belong but I don't feel like being anyone

And I, I'm barely getting by.

I feel the fear but I don't ever let on
And no one gets inside, not past these yellow skies
I weather day by day, never losing hope
Waiting for someone to love.

Yes I, I'm barely getting by

Trying to shed this cold stormy soul
And I can't live my life by candlelight, not anymore
All these shadows are closing in on me
Cleanse myself, my phobia in the rain

And I, I'm barely getting by.

I don't feel like a farmer's son
I take what people give me and I run
Try to justify this life that I've undone
Have I turned my back on love

Yes I, I'm barely getting by.

Farmer's Son

Winter Sunlight (Instrumental)

Website

Momma’s Home Cook’n

Verse 1
Roosters crow’n with the morning light - and we rise at the brink of dawn
Coffees on hot and it’s say goodbye to tired eyes, get your britches on

Pre-Chorus 1
Fields need tending 
Horses need grain
Working hard in the Sun and the pouring rain
Tired as a dog at the end of the day
Then it’s grits - and we all
Come runnin

Chorus
Ohhh, it’s like a country song
And we’re all gonna sing along
We love Mommas home cooking
Daddy by the fire 
Drinking whiskey, telling stories
Till the night is gone 

Verse 2
Bareback on the trail and we’re riding high
That’s how it’s done here on long day stables 
Hauling to the shows another rodeo
Yeah, it’s on, and we’re running the table 

PreChorus 2
Driving all night 
Horses need grain
Riding hard in the sun and the pouring rain
Tired as a dog at the end of the day
Then it’s grits and we all come running

Chorus
Oh, it’s like a country song
And we’re all gonna sing along
We love Mommas home cooking
Daddy by the fire 
Drinking whiskey, telling stories
Till the night is gone 

Bridge into Solo
And we all come running home 

Verse 3
40 years later and I’m driving by but it’s gone, another subdivision
No fields, no silo, the barn and the house all gone, all gone

Outro
But in my memories,
The horses need grain, and we’re riding hard in the sun and the rain.
Im still tired as a dog at the end of the day
I yell grits, yeah, I’m always running home
And we all come running home

Personal Earthquakes

Momma's Home Cook'n

Mommas Home Cooking

Stars apon my face but there's no reflection....
Happy bday yung iki😘💔

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4 Seasons

If That Aint Country (Nothing Is) 

VERSE 1 
Wildflowers on the prairie 
Rope swing on the cherry tree 
Braiding crowns out of sweet grass 
Daydreaming about everything 

PRECHORUS  
Sunsetting and she’s still outside. 
Trading butterflies for starry nights 
Her nail polish is the dirt inside. 
No horses but she’s riding high. 

CHORUS 
If that ain’t country, nothing is. 
She’s got a heart like Dixie. 
Brown eyes that smile in the rain 
Patsy Cline would lose her mind. 
Johnny Cash would walk the line. 
Bocephus would tip his hat and C grin. 
If that ain’t country nothing is. 

VERSE 2 
I blame it all on her roots. 
Vivaldi on her violin. 
Ain’t a fiddle but it’s just the same. 
She makes the devil RUN. 
 
PRECHORUS  
Suburban girl in secondhand boots 
That kids got a heart of gold. 
Aw come on now she’s like a southern wind. 
Take her hand, let her carry you home. 

CHORUS 
If that ain’t country, nothing is. 
She’s got a heart like Dixie. 
Brown eyes that smile in the rain 
Patsy Cline would lose her mind. 
Johnny Cash would walk the line. 
Bocephus would tip his hat and C grin. 
If that ain’t country nothing is. 

BRIDGE 
When we’re on the road again. 
Here by my side my highway kid 
If that ain’t country nothing is. 
Waylon, Willy, Charlie Pride 
I ain’t saying step aside. 
But you can’t deny this kid. 
If she ain’t country, no one is 

VERSE 3 
Fireflies and a full blue moon 
Humming Chattahoochee is her favorite tune. 
Piggyback ride in Daddy’s cowboy hat  
It’s a dance that we’ll never forget.  

PRECHORUS  
Her bicycle is her pickup truck. 
By the pond, skipping rocks, and counting her luck 
She’s a nature girl, she’s my beautiful world.  
Two-steppin through my heart everyday 

CHORUS 
If that ain’t country, nothing is. 
She’s got a heart like Dixie. 
Brown eyes that smile in the rain 
Patsy Cline would lose her mind. 
Johnny Cash would walk the line. 
Bocephus would tip his hat and C grin. 
If that ain’t country nothing is.

If That Aint Country

Soft as cream.
Your waters wouldn't muddy a stream.
Just a blowhard.
All your wildest schemes 
They contain nothing at all.

The places you say you've been.
Found a quiet little corner to live in your dreams
Save your plastic pleas.
You're crazy.
Ooft, you're so hard.

Now, you want to think about it.
What is there to think about?
Now that you're all alone.
Sat on your phone.
Just a constant drone.
Now you wanna talk it out.
Always gotta talk about.
What is there to talk about?
You're just alone.
Boy, you should have known.

Summer breeze.
Floating on a high from the bennies kicking.
Pocket full of empty, candid, claptrap.
Outside, mafting, saucer, rat-trap.

It's hard to change.
When you've never even seen your own face.
When you can't decide which one to replace.
And which one to wear today.

Now you wanna think it out.
What is there to think about?
Now that you're all alone.
Sit on your phone.
Emit your constant drone.
Now you wanna talk it out.
Always gotta talk about.
What is there to talk about?
You're just alone.
Boy, you should have known.

Now you wanna think it out.
What is there to think about?
Now that you're all alone.
Sit on your phone.
Emit your constant drone.
Now you wanna talk it out.
Always gotta talk about.
What is there to talk about?
You're just alone.
Boy, you should have known.

When you look in the mirror.
Do you know who you face?
You're never gonna get out of this place.

Talk It Out

My Love

Son of a Gun 

Verse 1: 
I met a man down in Juarez 
He tried to sell me his (D) gun 
When I said that I wasn’t (A) interested  
He said gringo you buy it or (E) run 
He started telling a story  
It took all I had not to (D) cry  
Not because I didn’t have any (A) money 
(E) Or that I wasn’t willing to (A) die  
 
Chorus 1: 
(D) He said the love of my lives in America  
So, I’m begging you not to (A) run   
(D) The coyote awaits, my ride to states  
Help me (A) go to my bo-(E)y and (D) it’ll be my son for a (A) gun.  

Verse 2: 
I could tell that this man was no killer 
But that he could see no other (D) way 
As he cocked back his grandfather’s (A) pistol, and he aimed it straight at my (E) face  
I saw his hand shake on trigger  
And the desperate look in his (D) eye 
Good men can do bad when they’ve (A) lost all they had  
(E) At least he was willing to (A) try 

Chorus 2 
(D) I said Some men build walls to keep other men out  
Who the hell are we to (A) decide  
(D) don’t go doing something that you’re gonna regret  
Mister (A) I won’t ru-(E)n, (D) I’ll be your son of a (A) gun 

Verse 3: 
He lowered the pistol and took a deep breath 
I offered to buy him a (D) drink  
Said I’ll pay you to hear your (A) story if you’re willing to listen to (E) me 
Forget the coyote and your grandfather’s gun, I’ll get you back to your (D) kid.  
Let’s have a bottle of (A) whiskey and (E) a good night’s rest, just tell me where he (A) is. 
 
Chorus 3: 
(D) Said he stays with his aunt in Chicago 
I haven’t seen him in seven (A) years 
Just a (D) picture or two, all I have to get through. 
Mister, (A) I miss my so-(E)n 
I said, (D) I’ll get you there or I’ll be a son of a (A) gun  
 
Bridge: 
(D) just because a man drew a border 
Don’t mean that I don’t (A) belong  
(D) To that son of a bitch in the White House 
I’ll (A) be here long after you’re (E) gone 
To the (D) ones that are building his wall 
You can make it as tall as you (A) want (D)  
(A) If it’s the land of the free  
(E) Well that includes me  
You won’t stop us from (D) coming (A) across  

Chorus 4: 
(D) When we landed in Chicago 
(A) He could hardly believe his eyes  
Then he (D) fell to his knees, shot a smile at me  
And he (A) held his so-(E)n 
Yeah, (D) I tipped my hat  
And went home a son of a (A) gun.

Son of a Gun

Kudos To All The Fathers And Mothers Out There,You Guys are the pillars 💪🏿👏🏿👏🏿👍🏿👍🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🔥💥❤️💯😎😎

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Jeremy Brizzi is a songwriter and musician.  “I do what I can, with what I have, to show you how I feel.  Thanks for listening.”

With more than 300 song left to record and a constant attention to creation, the best is yet to come!  

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