This is a cover of 'Sundown,' a song by '70s singer/songwriter Gordon Lightfoot. Recorded with three guitar tracks and three vocal tracks.

Sundown (Gordon Lightfoot)

Barebones, original acoustic track. Written on a notepad somewhere outside Springville, Alabama.

Springville (Rough Demo)

Six Missed Phone Calls

Lyrics:

Set out from Sedona with a pack on my back and a stomach full of shrooms
I went seeking god by the side of the road, holes worn in both my shoes
Whistling wind, howling under the moon I was dazed and so confused
Coyotes in the distance they were singing aloud and I thought I’d join in too

I was falling now, I was tumbling down, was careening down the side of a hill
Stomach turning’ man, I was giggling then, I was way too high to bruise
Sat myself down, by a bush in the shadow of the mountain that loomed above
Take me in, man, put me under the sand, I ain’t nothing better to do

Hey, me and nature as one; Arizona sun. Arizona sun.
Hey, having so much fun; Arizona sun. Arizona sun.

I guess I broke my leg in maybe two or three places, sky was turning from purple to blue
I missed you then, I wish you could’ve been, with me to take in some of the views.
Sun was getting hot, I was stumbling on, throat clicking like an empty gun
Arizona sun, you claimed another one, please tell my folks the horrid news

Hey, me and nature as one; Arizona sun. Arizona sun.
Hey, having so much fun; Arizona sun. Arizona sun.

Arizona Sun

Lyrics:

There’s a black cat that lives in the shed / He’s kinda sly and slinks along the flow’r beds
He’ll hit the pavement when I rise out of bed / And I’ll sometimes let him walk on ahead
He spends his whole day sitting outside, he sees the neighbors and the secrets they hide
There’s a black cat that lives in the shed / knows the goings on and gossip I bet

Well the black cat don’t like to be pet — he’s always shy and only sleeps and gets fed
He never talk and never shares what he knows — he just sits there and waits up for the show
He cross my path and looks me straight in the eye, he stretched his back and yawns and goes on inside
There’s a black cat that lives in the shed —with a habit for predicting the dead.

Got a pistol gripped underneath my pillow, hear some bad men outside of my window
There’s a shadow cast across the ceiling, stomach turned, got a funny feeling

Well the window cracked and they came inside / I shift my arm and heft that ole 45
They tumbled through and scanned the room side-to-side / I pulled one off and caught him right in the eye.
The fella screamed and stumbled out in the dark/turned his car on with a shuddering start
There’s a black cat who lives in the shed / who watched me shoot one of my neighbors dead.

Look at me, I’m just like Dirty Harry / neighborhood done turned into a crime scene
Now the people stare, children point their fingers, that’s the sumbitch caught sleeping with a pistol

There’s a black cat that lives in the shed / knows the goings on and gossip I bet
He spends his whole day sitting outside, he sees the neighbors and the secrets they hide

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