The Parting Glass performed by Eric Nash.
Eric Nash - vocals, acoustic guitar, tin whistle.

The Parting Glass  (this version lyrics)

Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm I've ever done
Alas it was to none but me

And all I've done for want of wit
To mem'ry now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all

So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate’er befalls,
And gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all

Tin Whistle solo

But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all

So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate’er befalls,
And gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all


© 2022 - Eric Nash (SOCAN/ASCAP)

The Parting Glass - traditional Scottish folk song performed by Eric Nash.

Broken Lawn Chair by StrayHorse
Eric Nash - vocals, guitars, bass, harp, shaker

Lyrics

I got a seven dollar toaster
At my local thrift store
It's a clean machine
And I'm goin' back for more

Now I'm looking at t-shirts
Found a funky tie-dye
Now I'm over to the hats
Put on a black pork pie

And I always get a discount
'Cuz I got grey hair
So I head on home
Sit in my broken lawn chair

The very next day
I rode my bike back down
I take my bike lock with me
On the wrong side of town

There's a creepy young guy
In snakeskin boots
He's hangin' outside
Lookin' for loot

So I make it real quick
I got some rad beachwear 
So I head on home
Sit in my broken lawn chair

Harp solo

I got a wool suit jacket
At my local thrift store
I thought it was cool
It's one I never wore

So I take it right back
To the donation bin
And that's okay
It gave me itchy skin

And I always get a discount
'Cuz I got grey hair
So I head on home
Sit in my broken lawn chair

Yeah, I always get a discount
'Cuz I got grey hair
So I head on home
Sit in my broken lawn chair

© 2025 - Eric Nash (SOCAN/ASCAP)

Broken Lawn Chair by StrayHorse - Eric Nash - 2025

Frequency Fix
by StrayHorse
Original song written, performed and recorded by Eric Nash
Eric Nash - vocals, acoustic guitars, harmonica

Lyrics

It was 66, eight years old
In my nan's old place
Past two years in boarding school
It was good to see her face

I played out in her garden
Rode my bike around
Got my very first radio
I loved to hear that sound

Oh radio, sweet radio
You changed my life so good
Oh radio, sweet radio
You saved my childhood

I tuned right in, to 1410
The DJ's name was Red
I listened every night and day
The songs stayed in my head

That rock and roll, that Motown sound
The riffs, the beat so fine
Tubes a'humming, all that drumming
Etched into my mind

Oh radio, sweet radio
You changed my life so good
Oh radio, sweet radio
You saved my childhood

Harp solo

I dreaded going back to school
Abuse, neglect, the pain
I had to leave my radio
But the music still remained

Summertime would come again
I closed my eyes in bed
I felt relief, amidst the grief
The tunes stayed in my head

Oh radio, sweet radio
You changed my life so good
Oh radio, sweet radio
You saved my childhood

So thank you, thank you radio
You helped me make it through
I wrote this song to think about
I wrote this song for you

Thank you Red

© 2025 - Eric Nash (SOCAN/ASCAP)




Frequency Fix - original song written, performed and recorded by StrayHorse, Eric Nash, 2025

unstable
by StrayHorse
Original song written, performed and recorded by Eric Nash
Eric Nash - vocals, guitars, bass, synthesizer

Lyrics:

there's a man
he's gonna take you
there's a man
he's gonna break you
there's a man
he's gonna shake you
he's gonna make you do
the things you don't wanna do

whatcha gonna do
in a bad situation
whatcha gonna do
with your frustration
whatcha gonna do
when you got no nation
and all you think about
is getting some sedation

guitar solo

there's a man
he's gonna take you
there's a man
he's gonna break you
there's a man
he's gonna shake you
he's gonna make you do
the things you don't wanna do


© 2025 - Eric Nash (SOCAN/ASCAP)






 

UNSTABLE - original song written, performed and recorded by StrayHorse - Eric Nash - 2025

Blue Skies In My Mind - original song written, composed, performed and recorded by StrayHorse

Eric Nash - vocals, guitars, bass, keys

Lyrics 

your warm hand to hold in mine
it feels so good, oh so fine
the way you smile, the glint in your eye
white clouds drifting across the sky

the smell of coffee, summer rain
raindrops falling on the window pane
sun on my face as the world passes by
eating ice cream and apple pie

daytime blue skies in my mind
nighttime stars up in the sky
makes me wonder who and why
someday it's time to say goodbye

watching the tall gold grass a'blowin
on the hill, your hair a'flowin
hot afternoon, the smell of the pine
the sun going down, a glass of wine

the open road, feeling free
a glowing woodstove, a christmas tree
icicles hanging, snow at dawn
i don't know where the time has gone

daytime blue skies in my mind
night time stars up in the sky
makes me wonder who and why
someday it's time to say goodbye

solo

daytime blue skies in my mind
night time stars up in the sky
makes me wonder who and why
someday it's time to say goodbye


© 2025 - Eric Nash (SOCAN/ASCAP)

Blue Skies In My Mind by Eric Nash - StrayHorse - 2025

Eric Nash - vocals, guitars, bass, banjo
March Like Hell - original protest song written, composed, performed and recorded by Eric Nash (StrayHorse) - 2025

March Like Hell - Lyrics

there's weird stuff goin'
on around the world
sittin' here
waitin' for the nukes to hurl

can't wait for
summertime to come
if we're still around
to see the sun

so get off your couch 
and pick up your sign
you gotta' march like hell
'til the end of time

there's a man
who doesn't seem to care
you better get out your pen
and write out your prayers

with end times comin'
around the bend
you gotta' march for freedom
there's rights to defend

so get off your couch
and pick up your sign
you gotta' march like hell
'til the end of time

c'mon, let's all march now

banjo solo

so gather your friends
your family too
don't just hang about
and stew

you gotta' get out and vote
get out and fight
'cuz our future
it don't look so bright

so get off your couch
and pick up your sign
you gotta' march like hell
'til the end of time
march like hell
'til the end of time
gotta' march like hell
'til the end of time
you gotta' march like hell
'til the end of time

© 2025 - Eric Nash (SOCAN/ASCAP)

March Like Hell - original song by StrayHorse - 2025

Old Worn Book - original song by Eric Nash (StrayHorse) - 2025
Eric Nash - vocals, guitars, bass, keys, sticks
BPM - 66 to 140

Lyrics

I throw my old plaid shirt
Across the kitchen chair
In sadness, in anger
And despair

The clouds are growing nearer
And the darkness closes in
I feel a damp coldness
On my skin

And my weary bones are aching
But the fire still burns inside
We can't give up the battle
Without a fight

Now the wind is blowing
And the rain begins to fall
I don't know how I'll do it
Against the wall

But the clouds are breaking now
And I see the light ahead
My heart is growing stronger
I see red

I grab my jacket off the chair
And my dusty boots so brown
I ain't gonna let this feelin'
Get me down

My blood begins to boil
And my mind is getting free
Holding everything
So dear to me

The strength within my body
I can feel is growing steam
Cuz I see the coming end
Of the American Dream

I met an old man on the road
He turned and said to me
"You'll need a guiding light,
So here's the key"

He handed me an old worn book
The pages torn and frayed
"There's something dark a brewin"
He said with dismay

He walked away, he waved and smiled 
While tears rolled down his face 
I opened the book, had a look
On the page

It said "Don't give up, you gotta' fight
For everything that's right
And keep your elbows up through
The dead of night"

He said "Don't give up, you gotta' fight
For everything that's right
And keep your elbows up through
The dead of night"

 
Written, composed and recorded by Eric Nash
© 2025 - Eric Nash (SOCAN/ASCAP)

Old Worn Book - original song written, composed, performed and recorded by StrayHorse - 2025

Eric Nash - vocals, synthesizer

Shape Change - original song written, composed, performed, recorded and mixed by StrayHorse - 2025

Lyrics

there's a piece of me in everything i do
i don't know why and i don't know who
it's mysterious this thing called life
and sometimes it cuts me like a knife

the world is crazy, life is a zoo
except it seems when I look at you
i love your smile, your soft warm skin
but my childhood changed the shape i'm in

i hope it rains cuz it's so damn dry
and i'm just standing here wondering why
i think i'm gonna go and get real high
then sit outside and look at the sky

i wanna know what it's all about
i think i do, but i got some doubt
too much thinking, it's all in vain
and i need something to relieve my pain

when i was young i got beaten down
so bad, i moved to a different town
Joey said something 'bout sniffing glue
but I don't think that's so good to do

and i hope it rains cuz it's so damn dry
just standing in the window here wondering why
i think i'm gonna go and get real high
then sit outside and look at the sky

© 2025 - Eric Nash (SOCAN/ASCAP)


Shape Change - original song by Eric Nash (StrayHorse) - 2025

Right Down Blues - original song written, composed, performed and recorded by StrayHorse - 2025

Eric Nash - vocals, guitar, bass, harp
Right Down Blues - original song by Eric Nash (StrayHorse) - 2025

Lyrics

i gotta black cat bone and a old guitar
gotta bag of tricks and a broken down car
gotta bowl of rice and worn out shoes
got holes in my pants and i got the blues
but there's one thing i ain't got no more
cuz my lovin cup's on the killin' floor

i got food in the fridge, it's all gone bad
dog next door, drivin' me mad
i got no money, i got no beer
i got no job, gotta get out of here
this town's no good, it's a real bad place
gonna hit the road, without a trace

harp solo

i got wasted time and a whole lotta soul
and i ain't got no more jelly roll
i feel right down, gotta pay the rent
but i got no bread, it's all done spent
hot and sweaty in the dead of night
gotta shake my hips to feel all right now


© 2025 - Eric Nash (SOCAN/ASCAP)


Right Down Blues - original song written, composed and performed by StrayHorse - 2025

Eric Nash (StrayHorse) - vocals, guitars + B9 organ pedal, bass, harp, shaker
Guitars: Telecaster (L), Danelectro 59M with EHX B9 organ pedal (R), Fender Precision bass
Harp: Hohner Special 20 - B flat

Floors Of The Dead

Lyrics

There’s a cold wind blowin'
There’s a dark cloud growin'
The river’s stopped a flowin'
There’s no more knowing
There’s missiles a flyin'
There’s people a dyin'
And the river rocks are turnin' red
But you better believe it
Cuz you just can’t leave it
Gotta mop the floors of the dead 

There’s a bad man lyin'
There’s a baby cryin'
There’s a woman sighing 
There’s a camera prying
This rock’s a burnin'
There’s graves a turnin' 
Gotta reach for a distant shore 
But you better believe it
Cuz you just can’t leave it
Gotta mop the mess off the floor

Harp solo
Keys solo 

There’s a preacher prayin'
There’s a congregation payin' 
There’s a young child playing 
There’s a bad man staying
This clock’s a tickin'
A dark horse is kickin'
And there's people lookin' to be fed 
But you better believe it
Cuz you just can’t leave it
Gotta mop the floors of the dead

Guitar solo

There’s a cold wind blowin'
There’s a dark cloud growin'
The river’s stopped a flowin'
There’s no more knowing
There’s missiles a flyin'
There’s people a dyin'
And the river rocks have all turned red
But you better believe it
Cuz you just can’t leave it
Gotta mop the floors of the dead

Harp solo out

But you better believe it
Cuz you just can’t leave it
Gotta mop the floors of the dead

© 2025 - Eric Nash (SOCAN/ASCAP)

A Little More A Lot Like You - original song written, composed and performed by StrayHorse - 2025

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