Sighing on a cigarette
With the bathroom fan on
Like when she was just teen
Hidin’ from her mom
She told her husband that she quit
Eleven years ago
Now it’s only when she’s frayed
And at the end of her rope

Money’s tighter than the kids
Tucked in bed
Husband works cross
County lines
She polishes her wedding band 
finding faith when she’s alone
And it’s only when she’s frayed
And at the end of her rope

She never dreamed she’d settled down 
A city girl in southern town
It always takes a lot to break
Down, down, down
Down, down, down

Seeing signs of a minor crisis
Her husband finds her sneakin’ in her vices
Slowly waltzin’ in the kitchen
Rolls the radio down low
He’s whisperin’ her favorite song
Pours ‘em both a jack n’ coke
But it’s only when she’s frayed
And at the end of her rope

End of Her Rope

He left me for Hollywood
Told him to go
Didn't think that he would
Dropped him off at the airport on time
Hung around
In case he changed his mind
Brighter lights in a bigger city
Left me all alone
In the dark with the whiskey
He says it's way too complicated 
It's pretty simple what was good
Has faded
 
He was just passing by
Rollin' through town
He had no intention
Of sticking around
 
That big city
Is gonna get real small real soon
Livin' ain't pretty
When you're under the same stars same moon
Life doesn't get easy
Just cause some of your dreams came true

Santa ana winds are whispering
Pulling him away from here
Leaving me in earthquake heartbreak
I’m saving his shirts like souvenirs
 
I still go down to the river
And remember the way you felt under my fingers
Some how this town got smaller
I still see you
Skipping stones on the water
 
He was just passing by
Rollin' through town
He had no intention
Of sticking around

(Chorus)

Big City

Cowrite w/ Ben Clay

No, officer, I ain’t been drinking,
I’m just getting’ off a little late from work
K, officer, I know what you’re thinkin’
I wreck of whiskey, cause that’s what I serve

I go back to bed, just to wake up
And do it again

On the 440, by 5, but I’m late
Boss is tellin’ me it’s my own mistake
He’ll go red in the face tryin’ to fire me
But we’re all burnt out on our own tired dreams

I go back to bed, just to wake up
And do it again

Do it again, because I have to
Do it again, because I want to
I may not love where I’m at
But I’mma throw it in drive and never look back

Got a girl I haven’t met yet on another coast
Gotta life I wanna live, that’s callin’ me home
I’ve been up all night, I’ll sleep in the morning
Planning my escape, hear my engine roar?

I go back to bed, just to wake up
And do it again

Do it again, because I have to
Do it again, because I want to
I may not love where I’m at
But I’mma throw it in drive and never look back

Do It Again

Cowrite w/ Kate Ryder
 
I’ve told a lie or two, two-stepped around the truth
But I had a good excuse, so I’ll tell it to you straight
No chaser
 
I came here for one thing, and it ain’t your grandma’s ring
Hey cowboy, are you listening- we can saddle up your tab
A little later
 
I’m Rattlesnake, rattlesnake
The only heart I had I let the devil take
Rattlesnake, rattlesnake
I know you saw me and you wanted a taste
But if you bite me I’ll bite back, so
Sh-sh-sh-shake it like a Rattlesnake
 
So when you start to feel the sting, poison’s got you stumbling
On your way back to me- don’t say I didn’t warn you
Cowboy
 
Chorus

Rattlesnake

Julia Scheider-Williams

Well the room we rent 
On the edge of town’s
Got a draft that’s gonna blow
This whole place down
But it’s cheaper than the closet
We used to share in the city

It’s a half hour drive
There and back from work
I’m waiting tables
And you’re diggin’ up dirt
But when Friday comes
We’re out getting’ tipsy

You ask me what I really want
What I’m really working for
I’ll tell you what I want for us

Oh, I really want a big backyard
Something we can both call ours
A porch for countin’ stars
Oh, we’ll put out the lawn chairs
And hard lemonade to share
OH, I want a big backyard
Yeah, I want a big backyard

Maybe one day
My kids’ll look like you
And we’ll struggle with the sunscreen
And inflatable pool
But with the hose and radio on
We’ll be makin’ memories

   Chorus

But for now,
I'll Make do
If I got you

   Chorus


Big Backyard

I met you on the hottest August night
The humidity was playing tricks on me
Pulled up your truck, turned on your KC lites
A hazy moon, hung in the leaves

We met down on the ground by the riverside
When a summer storm rolled in, like a lover coming home
I tried so hard, but I couldn't get it right
Together, we just got soaked to the bone

Our love is mud, mud
You're the delta dirt, I'm the summer rain
Falling back to you again
You always say I'm no good for you
Hate to love you, but I do
Mud, mud

You've been claiming, you've been praying for rain
Waking up in the night to a twisting weather vane
What you think you want, baby, you just can't handle
When I pour into you and we get entangled

Our love is mud, mud
You're the delta dirt, I'm the summer rain
Falling back to you again
You always say I'm no good for you
Hate to love you, but I do
Mud, mud

Ben Goldsmith/Julia Scheider-Williams

I drove past the heartbreak, on my way to getting’ more ice
I left desperation in the dust at this stop light
I’m over the getting’ over, I’m movin’ on from you
I tried to play it nice, tried to play it cool, won’t hesitate
Ain’t no surprise in a small town, hell, you could call it fate
When you asked how I’m doin’ I’ll give it to you straight

It’s a real short story and I ain’t gonna lie
It’s just a guy, and his pint and a Friday night
Throw me a cold one, and I’ll throw it on back
Or gimmie what’s on tap and I’ll drink to that
Or gimmie two cans, each hands
Hell yeah let’s do it again
Two cans, in each hands
Two quarter, jukebox band
It's about time it's just the beer and me
It's a real short story and it ain't about you

Miller Lite don’t talk back, man it goes down smooth
And Bud don’t take my credit card, and come back with some shoes
So I’m into, 2 for 1’s, as in 2 for 1 for me
 
Chorus

It ain’t about you
It goes, boy meets girl
Girl leaves boy
Boy meets beer
That’s how we got here

Chorus

Short Story

STRIKE GOLD
1/29/16
Jared + Julia Winegrad

Daddy didn’t work no nine to five
Clocked in with the sunrise, out when he couldn’t stand straight
Mama always needed just a little bit more
She was sick of being so damn poor at the end of the day

Ask him how he keeps on diggin’ deep

Silver, lining
Don’t you know that pressure makes diamonds?
When stuff, get’s tough
And all you see is everybody’s gold rush
Life doesn’t get easy
Maybe none of your dreams come true
Keep diggin’, diggin’, diggin’ til your strike gold

As you grow up, more people give up
When enough is enough, that’s when you gotta stand tall
When you got everything left to lose
You light the fuse, yeah, that’s when you’ve got to gamble

Chorus

Strike Gold

Sittin', drinkin', 
and thinkin' about me and you
Don't know, if you remember, 
how it used to feel so good

Bad habit, straight jacket, 
can't get out of you, don't know if I want to
Bad behavior, hell raiser, 
it's a long shot wager when I'm bettin' on you

Odds are stacked against us
Talk about some bad luck
Bettin' on gettin' back everything we had
Down to pay the price
Bettin' on snake eyes
Baby, if we win, we're going, we're going, we're going all in
We're going all in, we're going all in,
Going, going, we're going all in

Reckless, won't regret this
Blowin' through this stack of chips
So fatal, this felt top table
Takin' us for all we have

Chorus

Of all the combinations,
Of every situation,
I'm bettin' on me and you

Chorus

Julia Grace

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