Any singer/songwriters here?

[WillieCash]

As a musician I was wondering what everybody thought about posting some song lyrics here for everybody to check out.

If I am the only one it would be a bit self serving and lame but if there are others it could be fun.

Would anybody be into this idea?

[Philthy]

I only write horrible songs and play them at the comedy store in London. They're quite disgusting, and I don't think you'd appreciate them at all. Unless perhaps you were drunk and in a "I hate women" kinda mood. Then you might think I'm the coolest person in the world, unlike my ex girlfriends...

[WillieCash]

I'd want to hear em!

Clean em up and post em!

[WillieCash]

Ah hell, I'll start.

If anybody gets a minute, take a read and let me know what you think.....

"I need some drink (to fill the hole)"

I gave Hank his first drink, and he brought his son to me.
And I gave Elvis Aron his first pill in Tennessee.
You'll find me round the quiet towns of great ones yet to be.
They all curse my name but always sing these words to me:

Chr:
"I need some drink to fill the hole, I could swear it once was full.
Though I'm like a freight train bound for hell when I satisfy that well
I got it all but self-control.
I need some drink to fill the hole, a little fire to burn the coal.
I gotta feel like someone else, just so I can stand myself.
It's just the way this story goes."

Some call me the Devil but I ain't got a name.
And every son and daughter swears that I'm the one to blame.
But every cryin eye that ever saw the price of fame
Claims greatness as his alibi while good men cry with shame:

(Chorus)

(bridge)
Everyone of them looks up with crying eyes to me
and said “How’d it come to be I got so low?”
I say "Son, your just mistaken by the misery and cold.
It's the view here from the top that feels alone."

(Chorus)

[WillieCash]

And One More:

"(It's just Another) Gangsta Cowboy Lovesong"

On a Friday night a couple months ago
I was feelin' tired from work and broke
And my wife said "There’s music at the bar and I wanna go"
I said an ice-cold beer sounds mighty nice
And the kids are both asleep for the night
So won’t you put on that slutty red dress and away we’ll go
I turned on the heater in my flat bed Ford
And when she got to the truck I opened her door
Cause she was lookin' better than she looked in quite a while
And I knew if I played my card just right
I just might get a little ass tonight
But as she climbed in the cab she hardly cracked a smile
She kept sayin' “baby, nothing’s wrong”
But like all men I’ve heard that song
And I could smell there was trouble brewin' right around the bend
Sure enough as we took that drive
A discussion somehow turned into a fight
And when we pulled up I knew it’d be better if we didn’t go in

(Chorus)
It’s just another gangsta-cowboy lovesong
Me and my gal in the back of my flat bed Ford
Clockin’ a grip and I’m lookin’ like a pimp
On my way to the honky tonk.
It’s all I’ll ever want and more

Stepped inside with my rhinestone buckle
Ignored the feelin’ I was headin' for trouble
Cause that ice-cold beer just kept on callin' my name
Before I knew it two hours had passed
And I was long past beer, drinkin' shots from Jack
Lookin’ for the sign that said “hombres” back this way.
I finished up, double-checked my fly
Got back to the stool and started wonderin' why
My wife wasn’t where I left her there sittin' at the bar
It seems that a man wearin' pants from France
Had asked my old lady if she wanted to dance
And I guess I didn’t mind
As long as he don’t go too far.
But the trouble is he was doin' more than dancing
He was thinking it was fine to slide his hands in
That slutty red dress so I had to toe the line.
I walked right up, looked him dead in the eye
Cocked back my fist and I let five fly,
I hit him so hard they said this boy here might die.

(Chorus)

Now I’m paintin' lines on a cellblock wall
Serving 3 to 5 for aggravated assault
I guess it’s against the law to throw a punch
Especially at a man in imported pants
that gets hauled off in an ambulance
that was the one blood brother of the only county judge
now I ain’t one to whine and cuss but it seems like it’s far too much
a coincidence that when I hit him she looked so glad
Now he and my wife are home makin' love
He’s drinkin' my whiskey, drivin' my truck
And the last I heard both my kids are callin' him “Dad” (Awww Sh*t)

(Chorus)

So when the wife’s mad and says “nothin’s wrong,
And let’s head on down to the honky tonk”
Lookin' better than she ever did the day you two got hitched
You just might find that the game’s been set
And spend 3 to 5 drinkin’ water with bread
Just for haulin' off and clockin' some son of a b*tch.

(Chorus)

[TexasBlues]

Okay Willie. I'm in. We'll have to hook up sometime... we're close enough.

You can probably figure the inspiration for this one pretty quick:

Orange County
Steve Crane and Red Hot Roosters


VERSE:

Moved to Orange County, lookin’ for some friends
After years of trying, thought we’d reached the end
Then we met some Western folks, they really changed our mind
Started feelin’ comfortable, stopped lookin’ far behind

CHORUS:

It’s like comin’ home again
It’s like comin’ home again

VERSE:

Home’s a sense of place; home’s a sense of friends
Home’s a sense of relationships that will never end
Well you know what I’m talkin’ bout, you’ve felt the same thing too
It’s just to me and my wife, those feeling’s have been few

REPEAT CHORUS:

It’s like comin’ home again
It’s like comin’ home again

BRIDGE:

Home’s where your best friends live
They’re right down the street
You can call ‘em up, they think you’re neat
And when you got a problem, they’ll listen to your beef
It’s like, comin’ home again
It’s like, comin’ home again

REPEAT BRIDGE AND ENDING:

Home’s where your best friends live
They’re right down the street
You can call ‘em up, they think you’re neat
And when you got a problem, they’ll listen to your beef

It’s like, comin’ home again
It’s like, comin’ home again
It’s like, comin’ home again

[WillieCash]

Do you have music posted anywhere that I can listen to?

[TexasBlues]

Yeah - you can find them on our website: http://www.redhotroosters.com. Note that with the exception of "Orange County" all of these from our "DEMO CD" are cover songs. (We're a country dance band.) All were recorded in one night as cheap as possible for the sole purpose of BOOKING GIGS at places like Cowboy Country out there in Long Beach. In fact, we had some extra studio time at the end of the night or otherwise we wouldn't have a recorded version of Orange County.

Have some great original acoustic material and a great collaborating lyricist buddy back in Dallas (I can pretty much tell how much Scotch he had that night by the nature of the lyrics).

Looking like we're gonna do the RV Camping experience. If you're out there, maybe we can hook up for an evening jam.

[TexasBlues]

Hello Willie -

Just read the lyrics to your post "West Coast Country" on the "Who's the Best" thread. Thought I'd return the favor, and a similar sentiment, with this one.

This is a Work-In-Progress and I'm still playing around with the arrangement, but it's an up-tempo dance song just like all our material. Happy to solicit any additional verses (appropriate ones) and happy to give credit for same to anyone that wants to add to the song:

California Women
Steve Crane and Red Hot Roosters


I grew up in Dallas where women are refined
But those sweethearts at the rodeo were always on my mind.
Yeah the angels in those honky tonks left other girls behind.
And those tear drop jeans and cowgirl boots nearly drove me blind.
I thought cowgirls came from Texas. They were the only kind.
But those California women, man they’ll really blow your mind.

CHORUS:

Yes those California women are somethin’ to behold
In San Juan Capistrano, they’re out boot scootin’ at Swallows
Those cowboys back in Texas they never will believe
That some California Women are like solid country gold.

I knew that California girls, wore bikinis all the time
And frolicked out in Malibu, with surf boys in the tide
But Barbie, Gidget and Annette, and all those beach girls with their lines
Can’t hold a candle to a gal, who can two-step so divine
Those California girls could never turn my head aside
But those California Women, man they’ll really blow your mind.

REPEAT CHORUS:

[WillieCash]

What's up TB?

The Red Hot Roosters, I have heard of you guys. In fact I see you are playing with Boss Hogg soon. I host a monthly underground country show in Long Beach and they played my first one. I think it was actually their first gig together. Great bunch of fellas.

That song sounds fun. I need to come out and see you guys. I have only been to the swallows once to see the Western Continentals, put on a damn fine show but I would have liked more originals. The ones I heard were great.

At any rate, thought I'd give it a shot. I tried to stick to your meter but what the hell do I know:

Every Friday night the same old story plays again
I'm out there scratchin round for gals and drinkin with my friends
A one step and a two step and I'm just out of my brain
when them Cali western sweetheart gals come 'round I go insane
I start droppin bills on whiskey shots like I don't owe no rent
A couple Socal honky tonk gals and my money all gets spent

(I won't get offended if it won't work, just thought I'd throw it out there)

Have you heard any of my stuff yet? You can hear some at www.myspace.com/williecash

Se ya
WC

[TexasBlues]

The Red Hot Roosters, I have heard of you guys.

I'm blushing.... Thanks.

Doug Johnson, Mike Stave, et al with Boss Hogg are good guys with a good sound. First came across them at a rehearsal studio in Fountain Valley. We came out of our room for a break and heard the Orange Blossom Special floating out of the room next door. Pretty unusual (okay rare... in fact, so rare it stopped us cold in our tracks) to hear any country music in these rehearsal studios with all the thrash, punk and hair metal kids making loud for all they're worth. Would be great if you could make it down for the show at Marlins to see both RHR and BH and I think maybe another. We'll be the guys in cowboy hats, rhinestones, belts and boots. You can't miss us. :-)

Thanks for the lyrics. That was FAST and I LIKE them! Will work it into the song for sure.

And of course I've heard your stuff. First thing I did before I jumped on the first thread. :-) Oh yeah... it's good material too!

TexasBlues

[TexasBlues]

In fact I see you are playing with Boss Hogg soon.WC

Yes. This Saturday night (February 3rd) at Marlin Bar & Grill in Huntington Beach. We open, followed by Boss Hogg and West of Texas is closing. Should be a great country music night. I don't have your e-mail address or I'd put you on our mailing list. Hope you make it!

TexasBlues

[WillieCash]

I'm hoping to get out there. doc730@yahoo.com

[J~$$$]

Allright here goes mine.... I have been workin really hard to get it just right let me know what you think.....


The Country Ghetto
J~$$$ and the Whitebread.


VERSE:

Comin straight out the ghetto, popin' and lockin' ready to get my rock on.
Workin' and Hustilin' to put food in my babies mouth, Wanna give a shout to my babies momma for taking care of me when I was down and out with a bad case of gout.
When I met some true gangsta ho's, they twistin my thoughts again,
Started feelin’ comfortable, stopped lookin' over my shoulder for them crazy crackas again.

CHORUS:

Im bangin my babies momma again
Im bangin my babies momma again

VERSE:

Homie’s a true fo life hustla; homies's a true fo life hustla;
Homie’s like the sensimilla Blunt that will never burn out,
Well most you crazy muthsfuckas dont know what I’m talkin’ bout, you’ve never been dealt the same cards I have.
It’s just to me and my babies momma, them feeling’s always be true.

REPEAT CHORUS:


Im bangin my babies momma again
Im bangin my babies momma again

BRIDGE:

Ghetto is where your best homies die
They used to live down the block
You'll can never hit ‘em up, they burried in the street
And when crackas gots a problem, they got yo back when handilin' yo beef
Im bangin my babies momma again
Im bangin my babies momma again

REPEAT BRIDGE AND ENDING:

Ghetto is where your best homies die
They used to live down the block
You'll can never hit ‘em up, they burried in the street
And when crackas gots a problem, they got you back when handilin' yo beef

Im bangin my babies momma again
Im bangin my babies momma again
Im bangin my babies momma again
Im bangin my babies momma again

[WillieCash]

Wow, bro.

You need help!

I thought my songs were ridiculous sometimes...

I do like "bangin my baby mama again" though.

I can tell you worked really hard on this by how the lyrics ring sincere and true. How is that you get through life with "crazy crckas" chasing you down at every turn?

[J~$$$]

one day at a time.....one day at a time.

[J~$$$]

"(It's just Another) Gangsta Cowboy Lovesong"

That song is money. I was bobin my head to that.

[WillieCash]

At this point, I can't tell if you are being serious or sarcastic.

If you are being serious, thanks.

If not, Sorry you didn't like it. Hopefully I have something on line that you do.

[J~$$$]

No Im being serious with that comment, I like that song....country is not my thing but I liked the lyrics to that song.....The "Lyrics" to my song "the country ghetto" was just me rewording Texas Blues hit "Orange County"

[WillieCash]

PM me your email address, I'll shoot you am MP3