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Bottom Rung
04:42
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Bottom Rung
He’s got time to kill since she walked out on him
So he empties his glass and fills it up again
He has been sentenced to a prison of time
He’s on the bottom rung on the ladder of his life
He’s on the bottom rung on the ladder of his life
The wrongs he’s done may never be made right
Life’s tarnished now where it once shined bright
He’s on the bottom rung on the ladder of his life
A life with so much promise is now marred
He let go of her by letting down his guard
His pain cuts deep like a knife
He’s on the bottom rung on the ladder of his life
He’s on the bottom rung on the ladder of his life
The wrongs he’s done may never be made right
Life’s tarnished now where it once shined bright
He’s on the bottom rung on the ladder of his life
What’s done is done and he can’t change a thing
He just accepts what the future may bring
He looks back with a weary eye
He’s on the bottom rung on the ladder of his life
He’s on the bottom rung on the ladder of his life
The wrongs he’s done may never be made right
Life’s tarnished now where it once shined bright
He’s on the bottom rung on the ladder of his life
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2. |
As if I Don't Belong
04:16
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As if I Don’t Belong
I never had a vision
Of how things should be
I seemed to lack direction
Missing things I should see
I can’t blame it on the rambling
That’s the path I chose
And I choose not dwell
On things I may never know
But too many thoughts invade today
With the future locked away
I keep waiting for a sign
To let me know its time
But the hours keep marching along
As if I don’t belong
A vagabond like me
Without the warmth of a flame
I have little I can offer
I accept all the blame
So somewhere down the road
You may see me
A man without a vision
Trying to see what he can see
But too many thoughts invade today
With the future locked away
I keep waiting for a sign
To let me know its time
But the hours keep marching along
As if I don’t belong
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Four Roses
03:56
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Four Roses
I see the end creeping in
Blowing around like a cold winter wind
And here I go wanting you again
You come and you go
the wind still blows
on this dark country road
I have your picture in my pocket
You had mine in a silver locket
But how I feel you forgot it
And I carrying this load
Like time I am owed
on this dark country road
Four roses on the bottle
Three Sheets to the wind
Two lives going separate ways
One love coming to an end
I still want you, again and again
I am the man I’ve always been
my steel heart has turned to tin
I’ve loaned my soul
To the monster below
on this dark country road
I stopped praying a long time ago
When the answers came too slow
But here I am and here I go
On my knees alone
With a future unknown
on this dark country road
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I Think About You all the Time
All these years have made me older,
Since the last time I saw your face
The winters feel much colder,
Maybe its time I leave this place
I’m living but I’m living without you,
And you are still on my mind,
I keep thinking there’s something I can do,
I think about you all the time,
I think about you all the time,
The hours just keep on dragging on
But the months they seem to fly by
Its time for me to be getting gone
But I’m not sure if I can try
I’m living but I’m living without you,
And you are still on my mind,
I keep thinking there’s something I can do,
I think about you all the time,
I think about you all the time,
My guess is that you have moved on
And I don’t blame you if that’s true
Living as I’m living with everything gone
Leaves little for me to give you
I’m living but I’m living without you,
And you are still on my mind,
I keep thinking there’s something I can do,
I think about you all the time,
I think about you all the time,
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5. |
Days Gone By
03:22
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Days Gone By
Gone are the days
Our resurrected ways
I guess I’m a self made fool
Long time forgotten
Living on the bottom
Sitting on two legged stool
Holden out hope
Trying to cope
Until things start looking up
Punching the clock
makes time stop
and can leave a man with an empty cup
Days gone by, by gone days
The seasons turn quickly
Another memory fades
Its hard to tell the tears from the rain
between now and then
pleasure and pain
There is the sunrise
Blinding my eyes
To all of the good that could be
But I’m glad to see the day
In my pessimistic way
Because maybe you’ll be coming home to me
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6. |
Too Late To Pray
04:15
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Too Late to Pray
There is worn out old man
Sitting at the bar
Lost everything he had
Fighting the demon war
But his heart still beats
For one long ago
Drinking moonshine in the sunshine
Instead of the falling snow.
He knows it gets harder
Every single day
He knows his darkness
May never go away
Too late to pray
Every time the sun comes up
He wonders if it’s his last
He’s been drinking from an empty cup
With nothing to shape his past
These days are long cold
But there is fire every night
He finds himself running for cover
Those demons still looking to fight
He knows it gets harder
Every single day
He knows his darkness
May never go away
Too late to pray
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7. |
The Pump Needs Primed
03:44
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The Pump Needs Primed
I’ve heard love can be deceiving
I know that’s what I have found
The coming is better than the leaving
Its better without making a sound
There’s water in the well but the pump needs primed
We can’t let moss grow on our stones
It seems at times I’ve lost my mind
But old is not the only way I’ve grown
We’ve tried everything except moving on
But you are wrapped tight around my mind
Maybe we’ve been like this for too long
Is there any more for us to find
There’s water in the well but the pump needs primed
We can’t let moss grow on our stones
It seems at times I’ve lost my mind
But old is not the only way I’ve grown
I know quite well I have made mistakes
But I still say I love you out loud
When morning comes I grind out the day
Losing myself in the crowd
There’s water in the well but the pump needs primed
We can’t let moss grow on our stones
It seems at times I’ve lost my mind
But old is not the only way I’ve grown
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8. |
Skin on Skin
04:36
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Skin on Skin
She slipped into her clothes and into the night
Leaving me alone to contemplate her flight
I know you’re on the road to find love again
Please take me with you let me be your journey’s end
We’ve both been down this road many times before
Living for the moment never considering more
But I for one am tired of these one night stands
But I am not sure I can make you understand
Some times man needs more than skin on skin
Maybe make a connection that something more might begin
A time to look past the next day’s dawn
Roll the dice for a change and let the past be gone
What is it you’re chasing stars falling from the sky?
Stars don’t really fall they just burn up in the night
Don’t you think you should slow down and smell the roses along the way?
I promise I will try and make your smile stay
But I guess you travel alone there’s no room by your side
For a man who loves and all your woman’s pride
I am sure I will get along and live another day
I wish you Godspeed and safety along your way
Some times man needs more than skin on skin
Maybe make a connection that something more might begin
A time to look past the next day’s dawn
Roll the dice for a change and let the past be gone
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9. |
Wrangler and Carhartt
03:33
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Wrangler and Carhartt
Someone said friends don’t let friends line dance
Cause that’s not what cowboys do
I prefer to dance one on one
So I can enjoy the view
My hat is a Stetson or maybe a Bailey
It is weather worn fits like new
If you want Sunday best on a Friday night
I have a clue for you
I don’t were Armani, I don’t own a Prada
My jeans are all still blue
You’ll need to take me as I am
Wrangler and Carhartt will just have to do
I drive an old Ford F-150 truck
It leaks just a bit of oil
But I can park it anywhere
There is no new paint to spoil
Some say I clean up pretty darn good
And I can dance a mean country swing
But try and dress me like them city boys
And it will be the last you see of me
I don’t were Armani, I don’t own a Prada
My jeans are all still blue
You’ll need to take me as I am
Wrangler and Carhartt will just have to do
My Justin boots are made in the USA
And Coors is my beer of choice
I go to bed tired from a day of hard work
And go to sleep to Hank senior’s voice
So don’t expect me to get dressed up
I’m a simple man with simple needs
And I don’t eat tofu, sushi, or sprouts
Its Meat and potatoes for me
I don’t were Armani, I don’t own a Prada
My jeans are all still blue
You’ll need to take me as I am
Wrangler and Carhartt will just have to do
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10. |
Good Road
03:31
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A Good Road
The sun rose up this morning,
Again, like it has for all time
But there was something special about this morning
You were there when the sun began to shine
It’s been a long time since I held someone
Who understands what I've been
Who can look past what I’ve left undone,
To see me for who I am
A good road lies ahead of me now
With gentle turns that wind through the mountains.
If only you will stay by me now
And welcome many morning to come
And if there comes a time I must stand alone.
I will give thanks for the time we shared.
I will revel in the things that you have shown,
And know how you answer a prayer.
A good road lies ahead of me now
With gentle turns that wind through the mountains.
If only you will stay by me now
And welcome many morning to come
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Greg Hayward Kennewick, Washington
Greg is a singer-songwriter from Idaho who is now located Kennewick WA. Greg is a musician and songwriter whose songs offer an eclectic journey into old cowboy, folk, and original music that paint vivid pictures of the western United States. His music can also be found on ITunes, Spotify, Amazon, Napster, Soundcloud and more. I would love to hear from you. ... more
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