THE DERRYJAMESHALL EXPERIENCE : 2025 preperations list 1

A LITTLE TOGETHERNESS ON SOUNDCLOUD volume 3 (various artists, various genres)

Country Music

Derry - Without Tears

Pitchy Bitch

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(Verse 1)
I was born in a small-town haze,
With dust on my boots and long workdays.
But the nights got heavy, the bottle ran dry,
Found a new way to chase the high.

The devil came callin', dressed in white,
Whispered, "Take a ride, you’ll feel alright."
Now I’m burnin’ both ends, can’t feel the pain,
Just me and the powder on the plains.

(Chorus)
It’s a cold white line, runnin’ down my soul,
Like a freight train fast, out of control.
Tryna find heaven in a hellbound track,
But every step forward pulls me two steps back.
Oh, it’s a high so wild, it don’t explain,
This life with powder on the plains.

(Verse 2)
She said she loved me, but she couldn’t stay,
Tired of the lies and the games I’d play.
Watched her tail lights fade into the night,
While I chased the ghost of a reckless fight.

The mirror don’t lie, but I won’t see,
The man lookin’ back ain’t who I used to be.
Hands are shakin’, heart’s runnin’ insane,
Still I’m lost in the powder on the plains.

(Chorus)
It’s a cold white line, runnin’ down my soul,
Like a freight train fast, out of control.
Tryna find heaven in a hellbound track,
But every step forward pulls me two steps back.
Oh, it’s a high so wild, it don’t explain,
This life with powder on the plains.

(Bridge)
Storm clouds rollin’, thunder in my chest,
Knowin’ this ride ain’t givin’ me rest.
The sun breaks through, but it’s hard to see,
When you’re blinded by what ain’t meant to be.

(Chorus)
It’s a cold white line, runnin’ down my soul,
Like a freight train fast, out of control.
Tryna find heaven in a hellbound track,
But every step forward pulls me two steps back.
Oh, it’s a high so wild, it don’t explain,
This life with powder on the plains.

(Outro)
So here I am, just a shadow of a man,
Prayin’ for mercy, tryin’ to take a stand.
Someday I’ll leave this lonely chain,
And say goodbye to the powder on the plains.

Powder on the Plains

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(Verse 1)
The sunlight’s peeking through the blinds, oh no, it’s half-past ten,
I hit the snooze a thousand times, now I’m in trouble again.
Her coffee cup’s gone cold, her patience even more,
She’s pacing in the kitchen while I’m rushing out the door.

(Pre-Chorus)
She says, "Boy, you had one job, just one simple plan,
Be on time and show me you’re a grown-up man."

(Chorus)
But I’m late again, I slept right through,
Now I’m making up excuses she don’t buy as true.
She’s got her arms crossed, tapping her boots,
Lord, I’m praying she don’t cut me loose.
I’m running out of chances, and she’s running out of grace,
Yeah, I’m late again, and now I’m losing face.

(Verse 2)
The clock’s been my worst enemy, my bed’s a trap I fall,
I should’ve heard her warnings, now she’s not pleased at all.
The truck won’t start, I forgot the gas,
And she’s there with her suitcase, saying, “This time’s your last.”

(Pre-Chorus)
She says, "I need a man who’s gonna pull his weight,
Not someone who’s always hitting 'I’ll be there late.'"

(Chorus)
But I’m late again, I slept right through,
Now I’m making up excuses she don’t buy as true.
She’s got her arms crossed, tapping her boots,
Lord, I’m praying she don’t cut me loose.
I’m running out of chances, and she’s running out of grace,
Yeah, I’m late again, and now I’m losing face.

(Bridge)
I know I messed up, but I’ll change my ways,
Set five alarms, babe, whatever it takes.
'Cause losing you is a price too high,
I’ll be on time, girl, just give me one more try.

(Final Chorus)
I won’t be late again, I swear it’s true,
I’ll be the man you can count on, through and through.
No more crossed arms or tapping boots,
I’ll prove my love, I won’t let you cut me loose.
This time I mean it, I’m turning a new page,
No, I won’t be late again, I’m breaking out of that cage.

(Outro)
She smiles and says, “We’ll see about that,”
But she’s still here, and I’ve got my second chance.

Hit the Snooze a Thousand Times

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Verse 1:
I ain’t no hillbilly, don’t call me that,
I’m a redneck son of a bitch with a dog and a hat.
They’re out there howlin’ on the mountain side,
But I’m burnin’ rubber, takin’ my pride for a ride.

Chorus:
Oh, fuck those hillbillies, they don’t know shit,
I’m a redneck king, and I ain’t gonna quit.
They can sit on their porches, talkin’ that trash,
But I’m out here raisin’ hell and stackin’ my cash.

Verse 2:
They think they’re tough with their rusty old stills,
But I’m makin’ noise down in the holler hills.
Got my gun rack loaded and my beer on ice,
Tell those hillbilly boys they can go roll the dice.

Chorus:
Oh, fuck those hillbillies, they don’t know shit,
I’m a redneck king, and I ain’t gonna quit.
They can sit on their porches, talkin’ that trash,
But I’m out here raisin’ hell and stackin’ my cash.

Bridge:
I don’t need their banjos or their fiddles too,
Got my own damn sound, and it’s comin’ for you.
They can kiss my ass, ‘cause I’m runnin’ this show,
Redneck rebel, and I’m lettin’ them know.

Chorus:
Oh, fuck those hillbillies, they don’t know shit,
I’m a redneck king, and I ain’t gonna quit.
They can sit on their porches, talkin’ that trash,
But I’m out here raisin’ hell and stackin’ my cash.

Outro:
So light up the fire, crank up the heat,
This redneck life just can’t be beat.
Hillbillies can whine, but they ain’t my crew,
Fuck their hills, I’ve got redneck roots true.

Redneck Burnin' Rubber

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(Verse 1)
We had plans to hit the town, just her and me tonight,
She got dressed up, looking perfect in the neon light.
But I was dragging my boots, lost track of the clock,
Now she’s sitting on the couch, staring at TikTok.

(Pre-Chorus)
She said, "You said we’d dance, laugh, and unwind,
But all I’m doing now is wasting my time."

(Chorus)
Should’ve been a good time, just her and me,
Two-stepping under those marquee dreams.
But I showed up late with nothing to say,
Turned her Friday night into a throwaway.
I had one job, make her smile shine,
But I blew it again, should’ve been a good time.

(Verse 2)
The jukebox was playing her favorite tune downtown,
But I was stuck in traffic, too late to turn it around.
She called me once, said, "Don’t even bother,"
Now I’m stuck here wondering if I’ve lost her.

(Pre-Chorus)
She said, "A girl like me don’t need much at all,
Just a little effort and a man who’ll show up when I call."

(Chorus)
Should’ve been a good time, just her and me,
Two-stepping under those marquee dreams.
But I showed up late with nothing to say,
Turned her Friday night into a throwaway.
I had one job, make her smile shine,
But I blew it again, should’ve been a good time.

(Bridge)
I know I let her down, and it cuts me deep,
Should’ve been her hero, not a promise I couldn’t keep.
Now I’m staring at her picture, thinking ‘bout what I’ve lost,
Every minute I was late, I’m learning what it cost.

(Final Chorus)
It could’ve been a good time, just her and me,
Two-stepping under those marquee dreams.
But I showed up late with nothing to say,
Turned her Friday night into a throwaway.
If I get one more chance, I’ll make her heart shine,
‘Cause she deserves it all—should’ve been a good time.

(Outro)
Next time, I’ll be there, standing tall and true,
‘Cause a girl like her deserves a better view.

Should've Been a Good Time

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(Verse 1)
I showed up at dawn with my steel-toed boots,
Sweat on my brow, ready to earn my loot.
But by break time, man, I needed a sip,
So I stashed some bourbon where my wrench should sit.
Boss man caught me, said, "What’s that smell?"
I said, "Just a little courage to get through this hell."
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Now I’m sittin’ at home with no walls to frame,
My woman’s on fire, she’s callin’ my name.
She said, "You’re no tough guy, you’re just a clown,
And you traded your paycheck for bourbon downtown."
(Verse 2)
The jackhammer roared, my back was in knots,
The sun beat down like a furnace forgot.
So I reached in my box, took a little swig,
Didn’t think that sip would dig my grave so big.
But the foreman saw me, and he shook his head,
"Pack up your tools, son, you’re good as dead."
(Chorus)
Now I’m sittin’ at home with no walls to frame,
My woman’s on fire, she’s callin’ my name.
She said, "You’re no tough guy, you’re just a clown,
And you traded your paycheck for bourbon downtown."
(Bridge)
Now the dog won’t bark, and the truck won’t start,
She says, "You better fix more than just my heart.
I need a man who’s steady and true,
Not one who’s pickling his problems in 90 proof blue."
"in 90 proof blue!"
(Verse 3)
Next day, I woke with a hammering head,
But I grabbed my boots and worked hard instead.
No flask in my bag, just a lunch packed tight,
I’ll earn back her trust if it takes all night.
She met me at the door with a plate in hand,
Said, "You screw up again, boy, you better have a plan."
(Outro Chorus)
No more bourbon on the job, I’ve seen the light,
My woman’s my reason to make it right.
She said, "You’re no tough guy, but you’re not a clown,
Just keep your whiskey at home, and I’ll stick around."

Bourbon in My Toolbox

Chorus 1:

Wonderful revelations, running through your mind,
I block them out, no wonder, I choose to be blind,
Just die....

Verse 1:

Funny little girl with the winning smile,
Playing all day, a carefree lifestyle.
Trying to find her parents,
But they don't exist.

Chorus 2:

Wonderful revelations, running through your mind,
I block them out, no wonder, I choose to be blind.

Verse 2:

Danger's around for a girl like her,
The women show envy, men will confer.
Beauty has its limits,
Uriko will learn.

Chorus 2:

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Verse 3:

Stories like this have a moral tone,
Uriko was killed and the Yokai roam.
If ever you should see her,
Just look the other way.

Chorus 2:

Uriko

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Chaxiraxi

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[Verse 1]
I rolled into town with a plan and a smile,
Had a suitcase of booze, thought I’d stay for a while.
Bartender said, “Boy, you got money to spend?”
I said, “Nah, but I got tequila and a thirst for sin.”
Pulled out that case like a magician’s trick,
Cracked a cold one open, said, “Let’s get lit!”

[Chorus]
I got a suitcase full of drinks and a case of the drunks,
Some whiskey for my wisdom, some beer for my funk.
If trouble comes knockin’, well, hell, let it in,
‘Cause bad decisions always start with a grin.
I don’t need no money, don’t need no luck,
Just a suitcase full of drinks and a case of the drunks!

[Verse 2]
Some guy in the corner said, “Boy, you ain’t right,”
I said, “Damn straight, buddy, now pass me some ice.”
We played poker on a barrel, bet a shot on each hand,
Then a fight broke out when I took his last grand.
The sheriff walked in, looked me dead in the eyes,
Said, “Son, you again? Well, I ain’t surprised.”

[Chorus]
I got a suitcase full of drinks and a case of the drunks,
Got chased outta Reno ridin’ shotgun in a trunk.
If you see me roll in, better lock up your stash,
‘Cause I’ll drink what you got and I won’t even ask.
I don’t need no manners, don’t need no luck,
Just a suitcase full of drinks and a case of the drunks!

[Verse 3]
Now my liver’s on strike, my wallet’s a ghost,
My ex sent a text sayin’, “Damn, you’re the most.”
I said, “Baby, I love you, but I’m married to gin,”
And she blocked my number before I could sin.
Woke up in a ditch, found my pants in a tree,
A raccoon had my wallet and was laughin’ at me.

[Chorus]
I got a suitcase full of drinks and a case of the drunks,
I should call it a night, but that just ain't fun.
Got beer in my pocket and a flask in my boot,
If there’s a bad idea, you know I’ll salute.
I don’t need no money, don’t need no luck,
Just a suitcase full of drinks and a case of the drunks!

Case of Drinks to the Case of the Drunks

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Strumming their way through heartbreak, hilarity, and highway hijinks, The Artificial Home Wreckers are a country rock band like no other. Born from a chance encounter at a roadside diner with a broken jukebox, these renegades of rhythm specialize in songs that sound like a wild Friday night and feel like a hungover Saturday morning.

Their music is a cocktail of twangy guitars, foot-stomping beats, and lyrics that toe the line between tragic and downright ridiculous. From ballads about exes who "borrowed" their truck (and forgot to return it) to anthems about that one unforgettable karaoke night gone horribly wrong, they’ve got a tune for every lovable misfit out there.

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