12 Wasted Love

10 What's Intended

09 Some Things Are Coming Back Again

06 When They Take The House

05 Good Trucks

Carolina Boy

02 Mercedes Benz

01 One Of These Days

Acoustic Guitar, Vocals, Keys: Nathan Evans Fox
Electric Guitar, Background Vocals, Keys: Zac Hamilton
Produced by Zac Hamilton.
Recorded at 44 Racing in Nashville, TN.
Mastered by Jeff Carroll at Bluefield Mastering in Raleigh, NC.
Photography by Diego Molina.

Some Lights

Landlords, Bill Lee, etc.

Freak You Out

Country Heart

Bottleneck

I don’t know what to tell you,
Don’t know who I should be,
Don’t know why we moved out here last year in the spring,
I lost my reasons for staying,
Ain’t got a reason to leave,
I don’t know what to tell you,
I just want you to want me.

It’s been a goddamn year of working that I committed to do,
And I clench my jaw at promises I want to make to you.
My paycheck’s thin, 
My spirit done give
All that it could give,
It’s been a goddamn year of working,
What have I got to show for it?

I could blame it all on Texas,
I could blame it on the booze,
But why the hell’s it so damn hard to tell you the truth
That I want you 
To want me 
As bad as I want you?

I don’t grow my hair out long no more
Like I did when I was young,
And my feet, they lost their dancing way,
And my my prayers lost heaven’s tongue—
There’s a world back there you’ll never know 
But by the shadow that it casts—
I don’t grow my hair out long no more.
Do you want it to grow back?

And I’m scared to read the names that you write upon your map,
With all this city living, what’s a country boy to have?
But I want you 
To want me 
As bad as I want you.

I lay beside a mystery
Each and every night,
Til our bed becomes an altar 
And we’re just bread and wine,
We ain’t nothing much but breath and dust
Drifting out through time,
So I want you,
I want you,
I want you.

I Want You

I’ve seen those lights in New York
Burning drunk down every block,
Heard the rains in Texas
Like a thousand hammers drop,
Smelled the corn rise high through oaks and pines
In them Carolina hills,
But I just want that Georgia touch and the home where it is.

Been cut cold in New England
By a winter’s hungry wind,
Prayed my way through fog and rain
Somewhere out of Michigan,
Made my peace in the canyon when those storms like lovers met,
But I just want that Georgia touch and the home where it is.

It hangs heavy on the hinges
When it closes and I’m gone,
And the gravity of simple things starts pulling me back home.
I miss you til I’m crazy.
I miss you til I’m crazy.

Charge each mile to my bad credit,
That line I took out from home,
When I sit still, I catch my fears
And can’t tell right from wrong.
You may call me restless,
But, babe, I swear I miss this—
I just want that Georgia touch and the home where it is.

If I leave and you stay, will we go crazy?
If I leave, will you stay, will we go crazy?
If I leave, will you stay, does that make us crazy?

Kindness

Crazy

Give me whiskey in the morning,
Give me coffee in the evening, 
Give me snap backs and Cracker Jacks
And other things I believe in
And you can crack this jack and snap back at the things you swear I lack,
I will love you more everyday

Gimme cigarettes in the afternoon
Read me Faulkner when I get real blue
And the moon’s as big as Moon Pie’s rising high in that Marlboro light sky,
And I will bring you peaches that were picked out in Georgia
RC Cola’s I picked up off 64.

I ain’t good at much of nothing,
I hope I’m getting good at loving,
I hope I’m getting good at letting you love me.

I’ll tell you about them good ole days
When Richard Petty ran the raceway,
And he was king and I was prince—
Only problem is I wasn’t born back then—
And you were just smoke rising high,
Your parents didn’t know but I
Knew that I was meant to love you babe.

I will bring you Emmy Lou and Doc Watson
We’ll see who plays who,
And you can drag your needle across my heart,
And cross-stitch upon my skin
When I get cross and don’t give in,
Babe, I need your name upon my arm.

Stay under these sheets with me
And be the place that we should be—
I’ll be the briars in the berry patch
And pull them ole blue jeans on back.
I will be your “Huckleberry” or whatever country song you care,
And we’ll both learn something about being free.

The sun has dropped itself on me,
You’re sweeter than the sweetest thing
And I still see your face on every sign up 181.
The muscadines all have your smile,
So I just keep them in my mouth most times
And go out looking for that wholesome seed.

Cigarettes and Moon Pies

Cigarettes And Moon Pies

You can treat me like the whiskey,
And throw me down,
Leave me empty
Before you pour me out,
Fill me with flowers,
Or an evening’s flame,
Treat me like the whiskey 
And never have to explain.

Spread me like the poison
On the things you don’t want,
Blame me for the ashes
Of every fire you start,
Say every famine 
Is cause of your bad luck,
Spread me like the poison 
And fan me like the spark.

Well, babe, I run dry
From all of your needs,
I’d give you anything you wanted,
So babe you took everything.
Now you’re a clear-cut nothing,
Now that you’re on your own,
Too far gone from nowhere, too reckless to atone,
Too reckless to atone.

You can think I am a gray sky,
A cause to complain,
With every cold wind,
You can curse my name,
Beg me for sunshine
When the flowers need rain,
Think I am a gray sky,
And I am a summer’s pain.

Don’t you go wishing the water out my well,
The things you find wrong, 
You did to yourself.
Now there’s no one left to pick up
The broken things that you done
In that no-good name that you call true love.

Nathan Evans Fox

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