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© Copyright 1976 Peter Lloyd

Take me to Louisville, driver, I got the fare
I love a woman livin’ somewhere ‘round there  
I was gonna marry her, but I got up tight 
Watching her dance on a Saturday night
Watching her dance on a Saturday night  

Stole into Louisville A-W-O-L
With two pints of Echo, the whiskey from hell 
Stashed ‘em a Greyhound rental box down there 
When a woman came up with long, curly hair
A woman came up with long, curly hair  

She took a package from the box next to mine
I knew that our futures would soon intertwine 
She told me my birthday and the day I would die 
I saw a spark in the dark of her eye
I saw a spark in the dark of her eye  

Bought her a Pepsi in the station restaurant 
She said, “I’m able to provide what you want 
I’ve got some money, we could travel in style 
You wait right here. I’ll be back in a while
You wait right here. I’ll be back in a while  

I waited one hour and I waited for two
Got sorta nervous wonderin’ what she would do 
Walked ‘round the lobby one more time, then I thought 
If I don’t go, I’ll bound to get caught
If I don’t go, I’ll bound to get caught  

Took out a bottle and decided to go
‘Cross to the burlesque, continuous show 
Found me a seat and settled down for the night 
Guess who I saw steppin’ out in the light
Guess who I saw steppin’ out in the light  

Opened my Echo as she started to dance 
Finished it right when she took off her pants  
Dirty old men in there kept shoutin’ for more 
I stood up to fight, ended up on the floor
I stood up to fight, ended up on the floor  

Police in Louisville took me back to Fort Knox 
Who knows what Greyhound ever did with my box 
Don’t know her number and I don’t know her name 
Might never know, but drive just the same
Might never know, but drive just the same  

And take me to Louisville, driver, I got the fare 
Find me that woman with long, curly hair 
This time I’ll marry her and I won’t lose my mind 
Cuz this time I will leave my Echo behind
This time I will leave my Echo behind
This time I will leave my Echo behind

Leave My Echo Behind

©Copyright 1973, 2015 Peter Lloyd

You can take my shoes, you can drink my soup
I no longer lock my door at night
Here the moon comes up when the sun goes down
And the mountains roll ‘round the thunder clouds
While the river, she winds her way behind

It’s like beautiful, beautiful music
Mellowed in the Appalachian way
Folks come and go, but these mountains kow
That you take a bluegrass tune down to your grave

When Tom Gentry died, I cried and cried
Then one night I heard his voice below the ground
I said, “Oh, Tom, you make such a sweet, bright sound.
Can you tell me, my old partner, what have you found?”
And he sang these words I’m singing to you

It’s like beautiful, beautiful music
Mellowed in the Appalachian way
Folks come and go, but these mountains know
That you take a bluegrass tune down to your grave

When my stories are all told and my bones are cold
And all that’s left is an empty rocking chair
Won’t you wrap me up and carry me down
Cover me over with that sweet, black ground        
And pick a bluegrass tune above my head

It’s like beautiful, beautiful music
Mellowed in the Appalachian way
Folks come and go, but these mountains know
That you take a bluegrass tune down to your grave

Folks come and they go
But these mountains stay right here and they know
That you can take a bluegrass tune down to your grave
Yes, you take them bluegrass tunes down to your grave

Bluegrass Music

He took her in his arms, held her tight
And told her she saved his life
It might have been the start  of a fine romance
Except she was my wife

She needed to be told she never would grow old
And he'd love her like I never could
As soon as she believed  he always would
He turned his back on her for good

Some kisses feed a hunger
Some kisses mean, I love you
But no lips that long for love can tell
The difference between the two

The difference between the two is only
The distance between heaven and hell
But when your eyes go blind with love
There's no way you can tell the difference

The leaves flew from the trees on autumn breezes
The winter wind chilled the air
No sooner than it seemed  too much to bear
I saw her standing there

Her heart was in her hand, suitcase at her feet
Her smiled opened up the door
Even though I tried  to turn away
I took her in my arms once more

Some kisses feed a hunger
Some kisses mean, I love you
But no lips that long for love can tell
The difference between the two
No lips that long for love can tell
The difference between the two
No lips that long for love can tell
The difference between the two

Words © Copyright 2001, 2015, 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music by Suno.com AI

Difference Between the Two

Mike Kenney provided the idea for this song. Jason Liles composed the music and sang the part of Pete. David Lloyd played guitars, bass and built percussion. Caitlin Ayers sang the part of the Wife. Peter Lloyd wrote lyrics, sang the part of the Bartender and played harmonica.

Cheatin on Us

Bartender speaks:
A bartender sees a lot of shit
But nothing like last night
Mike stormed in, face all red
That boy was looking to fight

Pete sat alone nursing his beer
His face was sad and long
Mike picked him up, threw him on the floor
Then Pete started singing this song:

Pete sings:
I know you love your lovely wife
But I'm in love with her too
And when I hit you with the truth
It’s gonna hurt me more than you

When she's with me she's cheatin' on you
But please don't make a fuss
Cuz when she's with you, she's cheatin' on me
Your wife's been cheatin' on us

I saw her just the other day
Stepping on the crosstown bus
That can only mean one thing, Mike
Your wife's been cheatin on us

Each of us gets time enough
Why should we complain?
Let's have ourselves another round
And drink to love in vain

Harmonica break

Bartender speaks:
Well then she walked in, wouldn't you know
On the arm of yet another man
All three men looked hard at her
That’s when the fun began

Wife sings:
Oh, you little boys, you silly boys 
Please try to act like men
I told y’all, when it comes to love
I choose who and when

So love me or leave me, make up your mind 
But it’s gonna go my way
You know I love all three of you 
And I hope y’all choose to stay 

© Copyright 2024 Peter Lloyd and Jason Liles

Cheatin On Us

A folk track with a melancholy vibe. This song is about a prisoner's longing for his beloved.

Credits: Written & Produced by: Peter Lloyd, sung by Ben Lawson

Connect with Peter Lloyd at music@peterlloyd.com
#how long is your love? #singer-songwriter #NewMusic #PeterLloyd

Lyrics:

Words and music © Copyright by Peter Lloyd 1999

Early every morning the prisoner opens his eyes 
Turns his pillow over and tells himself he never cries 
But words fall from the radio, a memory fits like a glove
He thinks of you and wonders, How long is your love?

Days still dawn without you to carry his dreams on your voice
The walls around him echo the curses of derelict choice
Today he’s building barricades his predators can’t rise above
To bide his time and wonder, How long is your love?

He knows your love is strong enough,  abusing it—his crime
He hopes your love is long enough to stand the strains of time

Night gives little shelter should hungry eyes meet in the dark 
When they trade their secrets, they tremble without a remark 
Tonight he carves a makeshift knife just in case push comes to shove
He hides his pride and wonders, How long is your love?

He knows your love is strong enough,  abusing it—his crime
He hopes your love is long enough to stand the strains of time

Early every morning the prisoner opens his eyes 
Turns his pillow over and tells himself love never dies 
But words fall from the radio, a memory fits like a glove
He thinks of you and wonders, How long is your love?

Yes, he thinks of you and wonders, How long is your love?

How Long Is Your Love

A folk track with a loving vibe. This song is about a love challenged by swinging moods. 

Credits: Written & Produced by: Peter Lloyd, Caitlin Ayers, Jason Ayers

Connect with Peter Lloyd at music@peterlloyd.com
#sometimes (sherry's song) #singer-songwriter #NewMusic #PeterLloyd

Lyrics:
Performed and produced by Caitlin and Jason Ayers
Words and music © Copyright 1969, 2015 Peter Lloyd

Sometimes I'm up. Sometimes I'm down
In this world there could not be a smile if it were not for the frown
Every 24 hours, if there's a night there's a daytime, too
No matter what shape my face may take
I'm always in love with you

Sometimes I'm caught so deep in thought
You may think that there's no room for you around my troubled mind
A love is hard to find, but it's worth it when you know it's true
No matter what shape my face may take
I'm always in love with you

Your love gave me a purpose
You love showed me the way
Your love gave my heart a song to sing
I'm gonna sing it every day

Just because I'm low sometimes, don't let me go
If you're looking for the perfect love, you'll be looking till your dying day
Just remember, Darling, when I'm feeling blue
No matter what shape my face may take
I'm always in love with you

Your love gave me a purpose
You love showed me the way
Your love gave my heart a song to sing
I'm gonna sing it every day

Sometimes I'm up. Sometimes I'm down
In this world there could not be a smile if it were not for the frown
Every 24 hours, if there's a night there's a daytime, too
No matter what shape my face may take
I'm always in love with you
In love with you
In love with you

Sometimes (Sherry's Song)

Words and music by Ben Lawson. Ben sent his version of this song around to friends and invited them to re-do it. So I did. The image features Dash of the Ayers family.

I don't know why I think like a dog
But I'll run all day, yeah, like a dog
If runnings what I gotta do
I'll do it for you

I can't explain why I'm hungry all the time
But I go without food, yeah, I'll be fine
If starvings what I gotta do
I'll starve for you

I don't understand why you make me wait outside
When all I wanna do is be by your side
If waitings what I gotta do
I'll do it for you

If waitings what I gotta do
I'll wait for you
If that's what it's coming to
That's what I'll do

Laika Dawg

A rockabilly track with a melancholy vibe. This song is about a lover's unexplained loss of his sweetheart.

Credits: Written & Produced by: Peter Lloyd, Star Devil Trio

Connect with Peter Lloyd at music@peterlloyd.com
#i miss marie #singer-songwriter #NewMusic #PeterLloyd

Lyrics:

Words and music by Peter Lloyd © Copyright 2006, 2015 Peter Lloyd

Look outside my door, sun is shinin' bright 
What's the sun good for? Might as well be night
Ain't it plain to see I miss Marie

Left without a trace, why I'll never know 
Still I see her face everywhere I go 
Where can she be I miss Marie

I sit here reminiscin’ 'bout the huggin' and the kissin' 
She swore would never end
Nobody wants to listen but a part of me is missin' 
And I need some time to mend

Now it's time to go to the Town Hall Dance Me 
I'm layin' low, I don't stand a chance 
Everyone will see I miss Marie

I sit here reminiscin 'bout the huggin' and the kissin' 
She swore would never end
Nobody wants to listen but a part of me is missin' 
So why should I pretend?

Look inside my door. What an awful sight 
Lying on the floor, I'll be here all night
Ain’t it plain to see, I miss Marie

Well, it's plain to me I miss Marie

I Miss Marie

Queria hablar español, and so
I wandered my way to Bolivia 
Now from my cell in the heart of La Paz
I pine for my lovely Olivia

Olivia appeared like a long-lost dream
From Heaven she said God had hastened her
“Sip my elixir of love,” she implored 
 My trust then I readily placed in her

We sang to the stars of the southern sky
And sipped sucumbé, tea and lemonade
Danced to the whims of her passion until
Polícia cut short our escapade

O-li-iv-ia, if God sent you down from the sky to me 
O-li-iv-ia, when I asked you your age, why’d you lie to me?    

My sentence may outlive my life, but now
I must not let misery harden me
Locked in La Paz for the rest of my life 
I pray presidente may pardon me

O-li-iv-ia, if God sent you down from the sky to me 
O-li-iv-ia, when I asked you your age, why’d you lie to me?    

My lovely Olivia. Of course, I forgive ya
Olivia, I give ya my love    
Olivia, te doy mi amor    

© Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music composed with Suno AI

Olivia

Another November I stand with the trees
Their black branches robbed by a mean autumn breeze
I lean on a tall oak, my cheek to her bark
And mourn my companion as the woodland grows dark

Oh, I miss my companion, always more, never less
As the years wrap around me, they embrace my distress
I return to you empty. Speak again what you teach
From the ages inside you round and as wide as my reach

Then the oak speaks for hours and her wisdom I heed
I hear in her silence all the solace I need
"Stay standing, she minds me, "let death do its worst
"Welcome each sunrise as if it's your first"

Yes, another November I stand with the trees
Their black branches robbed by a mean autumn breeze
I must leave you again now with tears on your bark
But I'll come back each autumn till my memory goes dark

© Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music with Suno AI

Companion

Justine, you make me feel so clean
Justine, you make me feel so clean
You took my love and run it through the washing machine

Justine, I hate to walk with you downtown
Justine, I hate to walk with you downtown
You talk so loud and you're always putting me down

Justine, you make me feel so clean
Justine, you make me feel so clean
You took my love and run it through the washing machine

Justine, you wear your clothes inside out
Justine, you wear your clothes inside out
Your hearts so full of anger and your heads so full of doubt

Justine, you make me feel so clean
Justine, you make me feel so clean
You took my love and run it through the washing machine

Justine, come and get your cigarets
Justine, come and get your cigarets
You left them on the table and I'm trying to forget

Justine, you make me feel so clean
Justine, you make me feel so clean
You took my love and run it through the washing machine

© Copyright 1976, 2000 , 2025Peter Lloyd
Music with Suno AI

Justine

Well, I never climbed a mountain, no, I never even tried
What’s the point of crawlin halfway to the sky? 
When everything I wanna see is somewhere in your eyes
And I never have to ever leave your side 

No, I’ll never solve a mystery or cure a rare disease
My face will never grace Time magazine 
And though I try to please you and keep you trouble free
I can never ever give you guarantees 

But every day I try to make you smile and never cry
Help you soothe your wounds and chase away your blues 
I’ll never get it all right and always come up shy
But I’ll never ever give you alibis 

Oh, there’s so much more I haven’t done and so much more to do
To be the man you hoped that I would be 
But there’ll always be one promise you can count on comin true
I will never, no not ever, not love you 

And every day I try to make you smile and never cry
Help you soothe your wounds and chase away your blues 
I’ll never get it all right and always come up shy
And I’ll never ever give you alibis 

Oh, there’s so much more I haven’t done and so much more to do
To be the man you hoped that I would be 
But there’ll always be one promise you can count on comin true
I will never, no not ever, not love you

No, I’ll never, no not ever, not love you 

Words © Copyright 2014 Peter Lloyd
Music with help from Suno AI

Never

let’s remember Alice Ball, long unrecognized 
found a cure for leprosy, so long ago   
Alice died at twenty-three      
white men called her work their own
I think we all know why
I think we all know why

let us give Charles Drew his due, long unrecognized
taught us how to share our blood, so long ago
volunteered to donate first
white men turned charles drew away
I think we all know why
I think we all know why

where have all the lepers gone?
Alice healed them all
blood banks save so many lives
Charles made it so
why were they not recognized?
jealous white men feared their fame

I think we all know why
I think we all know why

© Copyright 2025
Music with Suno AI

We All Know Why

I see the way you look at her            
It hurts me
Can’t help the way it makes me feel            
It hurts me                                            
I remember you when you were near                                      
Whisp’ring sweet words in my ear
When you’re not here where you belong
It hurts me
   
I see the way you walk with her 
It hurts me                                                                  
I hear the way the way you talk with her         
It hurts me                   
You hold hands that don’t belong to me
She’s right where I long to be     
When you’re not here where you belong         
It hurts me
                                          
I swear I try to stay away                    
But I saw you just the other day                
It made me want to break right down and cry  
I want to smile and wish you well 
But I’m still underneath your spell
When you’re not here where you belong
It hurts me

I see the way you look at her            
It hurts me
Can’t help the way it makes me feel            
It hurts me                                            
I remember you when you were near                                      
Whisp’ring sweet words in my ear
When you’re not here where you belong
It hurts me
                                                                     
When you’re not here where you belong  
You hurt me

© Copyright 2021, 2025Peter Lloyd
Music with help from Suno AI

It Hurts Me

The Single Song

Marriage has its smiles and frowns, crooks and clowns, chains and crowns
Marriage has its ups and downs, but everyone agrees:

I wanna be single, I just wanna go where I wanna go
I'm itchin' to mingle, I'd much rather know who I wanna know
I'll hang out my shingle, forget all the rules and go with the flow
I'm eager to see if it's better to be single and free

I'm tired of sharing, it's time to try on a new pair of shoes 
I've done enough caring, I just wanna do who I wanna do
It's time to be daring, I'm ready to run with a new kinda crew
I'm eager to see if it's better to be single and free

I wanna be carefree, let everyone know I'm ready to play
Don't wanna be married, wake up in a different bed every day
I dare you to dare me, I'll knock every obstacle out of my way
I'm eager to see if it's better to be single and free

I wanna be single, see what kind of trouble I can invite
I just wanna mingle, lie down in a different bed every night
I'll hang out my shingle, let everyone know I that I'm travelin' light
I'm eager to see if it's better to be single and free

© Copyright 2006, 2035 Peter Lloyd
Music by suno.com AI

I Wanna Be Single

You've made a conscious effort to make a damn fool out of me
I know it's your endeavor to turn me into your enemy
Oh, but, I'm just a hard-headed lover boy
I'll bang my head against your wall until it falls

I know it's your intention to laugh me off the face of the earth
You better ease the tension or I'll see you get your money's worth
No, I'm just a hard-headed lover boy
I'll bang my head against your wall until it falls

You’ll never make me lose my appetite
I’ve made my mind up on you
I’ll try and try until I get it right
That’s what a lover boy’s supposed to do

You've got your concentration set on bringing me to my knees
Call the United Nations cuz I don't buckle under easily
Yeah, cuz I'm just a hard-headed lover boy
I'll bang my head against your wall until it falls

They may find me on the street some day
Or lying face-down on your lawn
But you won't see me take defeat that way
I'll take you down, baby, long before I'm gone

You've made a conscious effort to make a damn fool out of me
I know it's your endeavor to turn me into your enemy
Oh, but, I'm just a hard-headed lover boy
I'll bang my head against your
I'll bang my head against your
I'll bang my head against your wall until it falls
I’ll bang my head until you fall

© Copyright 1984, 2000, 2025  Peter Lloyd
Music by suno.com AI

Hard-headed Lover Boy

i broke my own heart

i fell for her like a leaf from a tree
not a thing i could do about it
she gave me proof of her love— at least
i had no reason to doubt it
but i played around from the very start
only meant to break a few rules
instead, i broke my own heart 

i know i did wrong, but you might as well 
tell a fox to stop chasing rabbits 
i live for the chase, get bored with the catch
it’s not easy to break old, bad habits 
yeah, i played around from the very start
only meant to break a few rules
instead, i broke my own heart 

someday you may find someone 
with everything you require
don’t even think about playing around 
you’re better off playing with fire

i played around from the very start
only meant to break a few rules
instead, i broke my own heart 
like fool, i broke my own heart
serves me right, i broke my own heart

Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd
music by suno AI

I Broke My Own Heart

Tuscaloosa, Alabama  
Billy Birdsong called it home 
But an omen soon would warn him 
"Cross the Urals you must roam" 
Saw Natasha Borashchenka  
In the movie "Goldeneye" 
Heard her sing to her intended 
"Cross the Urals you must fly" 

Billy Birdsong's heart surrendered  
In Natasha's spell he lay 
On an app called Duolingo 
Practiced Russian every day 
Saved his money, sold possessions  
Vowed he'd pay most any price 
Found a student language conference 
In the land of snow and ice

Six thousand miles 
Bet tomorrow on a song
How could a boy from Tuscaloosa 
Alabama, not go wrong?

In the town of Nazarovo 
On Siberia's dead floor
Students gathered, far behind them 
Nearly every foreign shore 
Billy Birdsong speaking Russian  
In a crowded co-ed dorm 
Met a hundred Borashchenkas 
Had to keep each other warm 

Three hundred teens 
Drinking vodka all night long
How could a boy from Tuscaloosa 
Alabama, not go wrong? 

Tuscaloosa, Alabama  
Billy Birdsong won't be back 
Now he's raising little Birdsongs 
In a Nazarovo shack 

Dark, Russian tea 
Piping from a samovar
How could a boy from Tuscaloosa 
Alabama, come so far? 

All the way across the Urals 
Living like a Russian Tsar?

© Copyright 2017 Peter Lloyd
Music by Suno.com AI

Billy Birdsong (Across the Urals)

© Copyright 2018 Peter Lloyd

Dick and Jane were my best friends
When I learned how to read
Played in perfect harmony
Thrived in thought and deed 
But as they grew it happened
No longer did they click
Jane became a better Jane
Dick remained a dick

Jane stands strong and lovely now
Wise beyond her years
Whenever someone needs a hand
It’s Jane who volunteers
Never judges anyone 
Forgives and then forgets
Nothing she holds dearer than
Life without regrets

Dick still loves loud farting sounds
And savors dirty jokes
Drives a two-ton S-U-V
Calls climate change a hoax
Judges women solely by 
The contour of their buns
Nothing he hold dearer than 
His Bible and his guns

See Dick run. Run, Dick, run.
See Jane run. Oh, what fun!

Jane commands respect at work
She lets her people steer
Dick rules with an iron fist
Drives his team with fear
If you had to work with one
I know who you’d pick
Jane became a better Jane
Dick remained a dick

See Dick run. Run, Dick, run.
See Jane run. Oh, what fun!

The moral of this story
Not too hard to find 
The more you try to run ahead
The more you fall behind
If you have a penis
No need to be a prick
Act a little more like Jane
Don’t be such a dick

Act a little more like Jane
Don’t be such a dick

Dick and Jane

Songwriter since 1966. Can't believe I still have to write protest songs. Prefer writing love songs and songs of praise for stand-up women and men, parodies, lyrical nonsense, blues and adaptations.