Deadman's Curve - Tyler Childers

POCKETFUL OF LIES … words and music by DOUG ROOSSIEN
We all got a story … so I’ve been told
Met an old street poet sat outside a dive I used to know
He strummed his old guitar looked straight into my eyes
He started to cry , I asked him, why
I could see the regret, the pain, the words written on his face
The sad chords of the song of the life that he had played
I listened to his song as he told me this
the story that was his

I was born a young man Missed my childhood, so it seemed
Lived too many years behind the shadows I believed
Damn I wasted memories on a pocketful of dreams
That were lies

Had no Kings or Aces not one face card to my name
Walked around in circles no directions to the games
Every roll of dice…another snake eyes … who’s to blame
Guess that’s life … The house … The house wins again…
the only thing they left me, was a pocket, A pocketful of lies

Pocket full of lies didn’t see the devil’s sweet disguise
Thought that I was living, but I been… wastin’ all my time
Guess it took this lifetime, to appreciate the loss …gone…gone

He told me …Every word I whisper has taste of poet’s truth
Lived too far in life’s charade…for me to lie to you
Listen or you don’t ... decide this on your own
But for me
The house …always wins
Only thing they left me, was a pocket, A pocketful of lies

Pocket full of lies he didn’t see the devil’s sweet disguise
Thought He’d been living, he’s been… wastin’ all his time
GUESS IT TOOK HIS LIFETIME TO APPRECIATE THE LOSS…
GONE …GONE
Only thing they left him, was a pocket, A pocketful of lies

Was able to record this recently released song with my voice through a few friends including @tevecarborough who recorded and mixed my my voice over the existing track. which my friend Russell Laing separated for me

POCKETFUL OF LIES (A poets life version)

another fantastic music track for one of my original songs... so blessed to have the talent of Johnny to take my songs to a different level. June 15, 2022
“Started writing this …the day I was born”    words and music Doug Michael Roossien
Production Johnny McFarlane No Killie Fish https://soundcloud.com/johnnymc2
Goin’ to hell... They’ll let anybody in
Goin’ to hell for living a life of sin 
Goin to hell, hell, hell 
Yeah, I’m Goin’ to hell 

As everybody grows up, they get a little bit naughty 
But I got too, too, good at being bad 
As I Got older, the devil he got bolder, the stories he could tell 
Now, I’m going to hell 
I could ask, ask for my forgiveness, mamma, it’s too late 

Ain’t Goin’ to heaven…they ain’t gonna let me in 
Ain’t Goin’ to heaven, no one gonna let me in 
Not Goin’ to heaven, 
Guess, I’m Goin’ to hell 
Cause, I stole hearts, didn’t have an alibi   
I plead guilty of making my baby cry 
Got jealous and crazy of my baby, what a fight 
Swore, cheated, and lied 

I could ask, ask for my forgiveness, baby, it’s too late 

Guess it was my nature, to commit these crimes 
So, I’m gonna burn, burn, burn for all of time 
Lock me up, throw away the key, turn up the heat 
Cause, I’m Goin to hell 

I could ask, ask for my forgiveness, baby, it’s too late 

Yeah, I’m goin’ to hell, made my baby cry 
…………………., didn’t have an alibi 
Goin to hell, hell, hell 
Yeah, I’m Goin’ to hell Goin to hell, Goin to hell, 
we still got room on This BUS, goin to hell
Hey, St. Peter! Why you got to be so hard? Guess I’m going to hell (yeah)

GOIN TO HELL - DOUG ROOSSIEN / Music & Mastered - NO KILLIE FISH

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My daddy said...
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If I can help...we can  talk this through
But sometimes it don't matter...what I say or what you do
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picked up my sweetheart...twenty five past five
last game of the season...we were tied at 21
Half-way through the halftime...Becky Lee was gone

He was the new kid at the high school...I'd seen him in the hall
I knew Becky knew him...but I didn't Know how well
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