Home to Me (Cover)

Wagon Wheel (Cover)

Lyrics:

Well it’s half-past when I told myself it’d be full again
This half-empty glass that I’ve been drinking from instead
I won’t take one breath to say what’s coming next
 
If a dollar saved is a dollar earned then why do I feel spent
Trying to make these longer days add up to some sense

They say the way up is paved with gold
But there’s something no one’s told

Is this hell or high water
I’m just making my way
Up to the higher ground
I can’t tell how much father
Until I plant the flag
Til it’s safe and sound
I’m just making my way up to the higher
Yeah the higher ground
 
It’s hard to know if you'll fall from grace 
When you don’t know where you stand
Got the world at my feet but no mark in the sand       
To tell me if I’ll sink or swim
With every twist in the wind
 
Trouble seems to come in threes
Yeah comes hand-in-hand      	
Picking up all the stitches I made on every well-laid plan

Yeah it’s a long row to hoe
Not knowing which line you toe
 
Is this hell or high water
I’m just making my way
Up to the higher ground
I can’t tell how much father
Until I plant the flag
Til it’s safe and sound
I’m just making my way up to the higher
Yeah the higher ground

Is this hell or high water
I’m just making my way up to the higher ground
I can’t tell how much father
Until I plant the flag
Til it’s safe and sound
I’m just making my way up to the higher
Yeah the higher ground


Higher Ground

Lyrics: 
      
I see your mind turn the sheets down
On words I didn’t say

Know you got those fightin’ eyes
Before you blow your smoke in every face

The ones you shine your green light on so brightly
Calling envy by any other name
 
Well you keep a real good ledger
When you see what you want to believe

Crooked lies, crooked lines they won’t paint me
You can’t hang me out to dry
If you want the truth don’t have to bait me
I’ll sign it on your dotted, crooked line
Crooked lies, crooked lines
You can’t hang me out to dry
You’re better off changing your mind
Cause there’s nothing left hanging on your line
 
You’re still making shadows
On the wall my back’s against

I’ll only start the fighting
When you start making some sense
 
You come up knocking on my door
Hoping I’ll be the one to walk away
 
Well it's hard to take the high road
With this load you’ve been putting on me
 
Crooked lies, crooked lines they won’t paint me
You can’t hang me out to dry
If you want the truth don’t have to bait me
I’ll sign it on your dotted, crooked line
Crooked lies, crooked lines
You can’t hang me out to dry
You’d be better off changing your mind
Cause there’s nothing left hanging on your line
 
Maybe I give you too much ammo
Maybe I’m the one blame

I try to speak the truth out
But you’re always finding tracks to trace
 
You’ve got the benefit of all these doubts
Got a hook you can angle on

I can’t even come up for air now
To help you get your story straight
 
Crooked lies, crooked lines they won’t paint me
You can’t hang me out to dry
If you want the truth don’t have to bait me
I’ll sign it on your dotted, crooked line
Crooked lies, crooked lines
You can’t hang me out to dry
You’d be better off changing your mind
Cause there’s nothing left hanging on your line

Crooked Lies

“Timber” Lyrics:

I don’t know how you can ever be so careless with your love
Giving it all away to me, the girl you think that I’ll become
Cause I won’t curtsy and I won’t dance
Caught up in this new romance
I won’t give you that chance

Cause I’ve got a saw and you’ve got a tree
You’re tryin’ to plant just where I need
Make our love grow tall and strong
I pave my own path through these woods
I’ve never understood
How you got a way of seeing through the pines
But I cut the timber every time

We’re going ‘round and ‘round like rings in an old oak tree
I’ve got you caught up on this wild hunt with me
You better hold on, you better break free
Before you get on that bended knee
And see the true color of my leaves

Cause I’ve got a saw and you’ve got a tree
You’re tryin’ to plant just where I need
Make our love grow tall and strong
I pave my own path through these woods
I’ve never understood
How you got a way of seeing through the pines
But I cut the timber every time

He said darling, wanna marry you
But you’ve got this holding pattern I can’t break through
I’m growing colder in your shade
You’re another one I’ll say goodbye to
‘Cause I’m a lone wolf but I won’t cry
If the moon don’t show its softer side
You don’t have to be gentle with me

I pave my own path through these woods
I’ve never understood
How you got a way of seeing through the pines But I cut the timber every time 

Cause I’ve got a saw and you’ve got a tree 
You’re tryin’ to plant just where I need 
Make our love grow tall and strong
 I pave my own path through these woods
 I’ve never understood
 How you got a way of seeing through the pines 
But I cut the timber every time
 But I cut the timber every time
 But I cut the timber every time

Katie Oberthaler © Copyright 2015 (ASCAP)



Timber

"Good Luck Enough" Lyrics:

Well the clear sky is only one shade from grey
Worn-down soles only thing keep me walking straight
Can’t tell if things are really going my way 
Cause I’ve never had good luck enough to know if I’ve got the blues

Yeah this empty well ain’t nothing to cry about
Was nothing there to ever even dry out
Just pushing away at the same old stubborn plow 
Cause I’ve never had good luck enough to know if I’m down and out

Just like some old rusted out weather vane
Ain't got no wind to tell me which way to face
No matter how hard it blows never get bent out of shape
Cause I’ve never had good luck enough to know if I’ve got the blues

Just playing a hand without knowing the stakes
Wishing on a clover only getting me spades
Got nothing to fold sure as hell got nothing to lose
Cause I’ve ever had good luck enough to know if I’ve got the blues
Never had good luck enough to know if I’ve got the blues
I’ve never had good luck enough to know if I’ve got the blues

Katie Oberthaler © Copyright 2015 (ASCAP)

Good Luck Enough

Three girls with a song in their hearts and a fire under their asses!

The Lovely Outlaws are a pop-powered country trio from Long Beach, CA. Formed as a homegrown group of three coworkers and friends, these girls have gone from busking in their office’s back alley to playing shows the Long Beach Folk Revival Festival and the Mint LA at a rapid pace.

With a nimble blend of banjo, guitar and vocals, this tiny but mighty group makes songs that’ll give you both a knowing look and a few playful winks. In their hands, the sorry solitude of country music is pepped up with flashes of bluegrass and the charms of modern Americana. They're like your first crush, all grown up.