(WHISKEY) YOURE GONNA MISS ME

                                                     
                                                        
(whiskey) You're Gonna Miss Me
writers: Ray Govero and Mason Douglas

V1

There you are, life of the party in a place like this….. and I admit
Still hurts, watchin you burn someone else’s lips…... but there it is
Seein all the boys go crazy, thinkin that used to be me
And if I haven’t ever crossed your mind, I promise just give it time

CH
      Whiskey, you’re gonna miss me
      Orderin doubles on a Friday night, lookin for trouble and another bar fight
      Forgive me, don’t say I didn’t warn you when it hits ya like it hit me
      You’re gonna end up, empty, yeah
      Whiskey, you’re gonna miss me

V2

She said, I was gonna have to live without you now…. somehow
And I swear, I never meant to come here and shoot you down but….before now
Think about the times I chased ya, try to remember all the time wasted
It’s somethin I know all about, yeah, you’re headed for a heartache now

      (chorus)

( bridge )

Slowin it down so I don’t drown don’t mean I ain’t a drinkin man
I can still get right have a damn good night, with a shiner in my hand

      (chorus)

(post chorus)

You’re gonna miss me
There you are, life of the party in a place like this



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Writer Contact Information

Song: (WHISKEY) YOURE GONNA MISS ME
Writer: Ray Govero
Email: Raygovero.songwriter@gmail.com
Phone1:6153309142
Phone2 (if available):6153309142

A MILLION MILES AWAY

                                                     
                                                        

A Million Miles Away



Something I've never tried to hide
My love for you is a country mile wide
I have trouble putting into words
A clever line you haven't already heard

Well I have a confession you're my one only obsession
It's really so refreshing I'm guessin 
That is why I don't deny how I feel about you it's true

(CHORUS)
You can be by my side or a million miles away
It really don't matter cause I'm always thinking bout you
You can be by my side or a million miles away
It's our love that's always gonna stay true

Starring at your baby blues
Can't you see baby that I'm mad about you 
My heart is busting at the seam
To try tell you how much you mean to me

While some people don’t get it it's like a little bit kinetic
It might be just genetic I get it
That's why I say to this day our love is true to you

(CHORUS)

(CHORUS)


Copyright David Nicastro
nickastro@yahoo.com (856) 206 7191

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Writer Contact Information

Song: A MILLION MILES AWAY
Writer: David Nicastro
Email: nickastro@yahoo.com
Phone1:856 206 7191
Phone2 (if available):

A WHISKEY KIND OF LOVE

                                                     
                                                        
I should have known you were going to be 
too hard to hold
When I saw you drinking doubles 
in an empty bar
You were staring at the bottom of your glass 
like it broke your soul
So I knew buying you another 
wouldn’t get me far
When I sat down   
you didn’t say a word				  	
I ordered something strong
Thinking  “this one’s gonna hurt”   
 
This ain’t going down smooth
Its always harder than I think and it burns hot
A bit too much too soon 
We’re gonna find out just how tough I’m not
Don’t waste my time with white wine, it’s not that kinda buzz
And beer ain’t get me numb enough
God help me this is gonna be 
A whiskey kind of love		

Every day and night after that one 
was just a blur (alternate lyric: Left me in a daze)
Flying high in a love 
that felt better than it should   
And I knew I was digging a hole 
that would be my grave
But I was in too deep to climb out 
even if I could
When you packed your things  
you didn’t say a word
I poured me something strong, 
cause this  was gonna hurt 

This ain’t going down smooth
Its always harder than I think and it burns hot
A bit too much too soon 
We’re gonna find out just how tough I’m not
My buddies say i’m better off, but the truth is i’m not sure
Why I’m missing you or missing what it was
God help me this was gonna be  
God help me, this was always gonna be
God help me and set me free from
A whiskey kind of love	
A whiskey kind of love	
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Writer Contact Information

Song: A WHISKEY KIND OF LOVE
Writer: Jonny Born
Email: jon@digitaltalentteam.com
Phone1:8016885466
Phone2 (if available):

A WOMAN'S TOUCH

                                                     
                                                        
Verse 1:

Start another war to make a dollar
A daughter says goodbye to her father
And she don't know what it's all for

Another folded flag another mother
Just trying to keep her head above water
And live each day like she's okay

Pre-Chorus

So we don't need permission
Female is a not a condition
You can keep your old traditions
And save your oppositions

Let's start a conversation
And look at the situation 
Take into consideration
That it's been the same for generations now
And we're still not out

Chorus:

The world is inside out
And upside down 
I thought by now we'd figure it out but
Nothing's really changed much
I think it needs a woman's touch (x2)

Verse 2:

She walks into the room and they're staring
They only wanna know what she's wearing
And no one heard a single word

She doesn't understand why her lipstick
Has anything to do with her politics
Wasted time, there's people dying

Pre-Chorus

Chorus


Pre-Chorus

Chorus
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Writer Contact Information

Song: A WOMAN'S TOUCH
Writer: Julie Broschard
Email: juliebroschard23@gmail.com
Phone1:508-930-7676
Phone2 (if available):508-930-7676

AUTUMN WIND

                                                     
                                                        
Autumn Wind – Stopak/McCoy/Greene

V1 
She’d be tough to tame
Why would I wanna 
She’s got that wild streak
I love in a woman
She’s midnight backyard dancing in her bare feet 
Yeah, she’s out there doing what comes naturally
 
CH
She’s a cool breeze after a storm n’ 
She takes off the edge of July in Georgia
Blowing ‘cross the pine tops
Givin’ me chills on my skin
Like the autumn wind___, wind___, wind
  
V2
She carries me away
I’m at her mercy
Like a fallin’ leaf    
Wherever she takes me
I’m holding on tight as she’s changing direction
‘Cause Lord knows I sure don’t wa-nna miss a second

CH

BR
Yeah my baby is,
A force to
Be reckoned with

(CH x2)
She’s a cool breeze after a storm n’ 
She takes off the edge of July in Georgia
Blowing ‘cross the pine tops
Givin’ me chills on my skin

She’s a cool breeze after a storm n’ 
She takes off the edge of July in Georgia
Blowing ‘cross the pine tops
Givin’ me chills on my skin
Like the autumn wind___, wind___, wind

OUTRO 
Just like that autumn wind

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Writer Contact Information

Song: AUTUMN WIND
Writer: Frank Stopak
Email: fstopak@gmail.com
Phone1:240-401-8585
Phone2 (if available):

FIRST

                                                     
                                                        
V1:
First love at the edge of sixteen
First kiss a sweet teenage dream
Two hearts beating like thunder 
In my first car..one hot summer …  
Thought our love would keep us together, but
That first goodbye was goodbye forever 

Chorus:
You will always be my first love 
That 16 summer was never (gonna be) enough
Yeah, I’d do it all over again 
The sun, the stars, the moon, the rain, and then
Like an angel sent from above 
You will always be my first love (my first love)

V2:
The first time I walked out that door 
Crazy boy, what was I looking for 
I put  your heart on a string 
Just like first love didn’t mean a thing 
If only I could hit rewind 
And take us back to that  first time 
..when

REPEAT CHORUS

Bridge:
Guess I can never forget 
That first summer that we met
you were everything in my eyes
You were my first goodbye 

REPEAT CHORUS

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Writer Contact Information

Song: FIRST
Writer: Rita Weyls
Email: rweyls27@gmail.com
Phone1:440-327-6221
Phone2 (if available):440-212-0511

GIVE IT ALL YOU GOT

                                                     
                                                        

Give It All You Got



While sitting in a church pew thoughts rolling in my head
About what dad had done and some things he said
Wasn’t till I got up to give the eulogy
I decided to share those things that he taught me
As I looked at all those gathered in Gods place
I spoke his words and prayed for saving grace

CHORUS
Take life one moment at a time and to its fullest every day
You’ll know when you find the one cause she’ll take your breath away
There ain’t nothing wrong with crying and put aside some time to pray
When it’s time to make your stand take your best shot 
Give it all you got

Was nice to be around friends and namesakes
As we all start to leave with hugs and handshakes 
I open up the door and start to step outside
And begin to wipe away the tears I cried
While the choir starts to sing amazing grace
I close my eyes and I can see his face

CHORUS
Take life one moment at a time and to its fullest every day
You’ll know when you find the one cause she’ll take your breath away
There ain’t nothing wrong with crying and put aside some time to pray
When it’s time to make your stand take your best shot 
Give it all you got

Sometimes when I feel that I can’t go on 
I remember these words and all my doubt is gone

CHORUS
Take life one moment at a time and to its fullest every day
You’ll know when you find the one cause she’ll take your breath away
There ain’t nothing wrong with crying and put aside some time to pray
When it’s time to make your stand take your best shot 
Give it all you got


Copyright  
nickastro@yahoo.com (856) 206 7191



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Writer Contact Information

Song: GIVE IT ALL YOU GOT
Writer: David Nicastro
Email: nickastro@yahoo.com
Phone1:856 206 7191
Phone2 (if available):

HILLBILLY YARD SALE

                                                     
                                                        
Hillbilly Yard Sale
writer: Ray Govero


V1

Hillbilly yard sale
Down the road a piece off   through the pines
No, no  advertisement , no  street signs
Jalopy peekin over the weeds if you miss it
Just listen for a coon dog howlin in the thicket
Turn by the bacca barn come up the drive
Get in line, free samples of shine with every item you buy
 
CH

      Hillbilly yard sale, can’t get this stuff anywhere
      Conversation pieces from coast to coast
      Put em in your livin room or on your front porch
      Americana we all love
      Just the right mix of rain an rust, sprinkled with some coal dust
      Every item has a bonafide history
      Aint some marked up knockoff you’ll find in the city
      Hillbilly yard sale 
   
V2
   
Every thing’s an antique ya don’t have to ask
Leave your credit cards home they only take cash
Rockin chairs washboards mason jars old guitars
Finer than a frog’s hair an signed by a country star
Come on out mornin noon or night
It’s alright, if the Christmas lights are on some body’s home
 
      (Chorus)
 
      (bridge)
      They got a band playin, over by the shed you can cut a rug while the ken folk load up your truck bed    
 
      (chorus)
  

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Writer Contact Information

Song: HILLBILLY YARD SALE
Writer: Ray Govero
Email: Raygovero.songwriter@gmail.com
Phone1:6153309142
Phone2 (if available):6153309142

I'LL GET OVER YOU

                                                     
                                                        
I'll Get Over You

When the stars over Texas are no longer burnin bright
When the Mighty Mississippi has all run dry
When Jesus comes back one day, when the sun becomes the moon
Maybe that’s when I’ll get over you

CH
I have good days and bad days
But they’re always want you back days
Some scars time can’t heal
Try to hide the hurt behind me
But your memory always finds me
Ain’t no escapin’ how I feel


When husbands are always right and wives are always wrong 
When I hear somethin better than a good ol Waylon song
When every politician just up and tells the truth
Maybe that’s when I’ll get over you

(BREAKDOWN)

CH

When a man can go back in time, undo his mistakes
When he realizes what he’s got before it’s way too late
When a broken heart can fix itself just as good as new
Maybe that’s when I’ll get over you
Yeah, maybe that’s when I’ll get over you

(BREAKDOWN)


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Writer Contact Information

Song: I'LL GET OVER YOU
Writer: Brad McKinney
Email: mckinneybrad@gmail.com
Phone1:859-893-8146
Phone2 (if available):

I’LL BE HOME SOON. DEMO

                                                     
                                                        
SIX STRINGS STILL RINGING IN MY EARS
FROM MY WORLD OF WOOD AND STEEL
BEEN CHASIN’ DOWN A YOUNG MAN’S DREAM
WITH COUNTY FAIRS AND LUKE WARM BEERS
I LEFT IT ALL HERE IN MY REARVIEW
IT DON”T MEAN NOTHIN WITHOUT YOU

CH.
SO COULD YOU LEAVE THE LIGHTS ON
I’VE BEEN GONE FOR TOO LONG
RADIO’S TURNED UP AND MY COFFEE’S STRONG
PRAYIN’ YOU’RE AWAKE AND IT’S NOT TOO LATE
I’M FLYIN’ UP THIS OLD INTERSTATE
TALKIN’ TO THE MAN IN THE MOON ..SAYIN’
I’LL BE HOME SOON 

V2.
I took your hand but I broke your heart
Said I’d be home by fall
You promised that you’d wait for me
And we’d make a brand new start
I miss watching you dance around the room
IM GONNA MAKE IT UP TO YOU


CH

CH.


Copyright David Nicastro/Rita Weyls
nickastro@yahoo.com  (856) 206 7191

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Writer Contact Information

Song: I’LL BE HOME SOON. DEMO
Writer: Rita Weyls
Email: rweyls27@gmail.com
Phone1:440-327-6221
Phone2 (if available):440-212-0511

L.E.V.I.'S

                                                     
                                                        
L.E.V.I.'S


V1
I wasn't the diamond straps
or the backless dress
the black high heels or the necklace
that caught my eye
it wasn't the high class scent
or the high dollar wine
it was the one I saw leavin'
out the back door
in her L-E-V-I's

CH
yeah strip it down
that's what i like
little pretty don't need
f-a-n-c-y
I stopped to thank the Maker
cause she's lookin so fine
natural simple like time
in her L-E-V-I's

V2
I just shake my head
when I pick her up
she's lookin hot as hell
climbin in my truck
how am I supposed to drive
she rolls the windows down
lettin her hair blow wild
then she cranks up the music
rockin my world
in her L-E-V-I's

CH
yeah strip it down
that's what i like
little pretty don't need
f-a-n-c-y
I stopped to thank the Maker
cause she's lookin so fine
natural simple like time
in her L-E-V-I's

CH
yeah strip it down
that's what i like
little pretty don't need
f-a-n-c-y
I stopped to thank the Maker
cause she's lookin so fine
natural simple like time
in her L-E-V-I's

BRIDGE/TAG
faded out hole in the thigh
cowboy boots and daisy dukes
L-E-V-I's
slip em on paint em on
any oh how they turn me on
L-E-V-I's, L-E-V-I's
in her L-E-V-I's


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Writer Contact Information

Song: L.E.V.I.'S
Writer: Carey Latham
Email: careylathamsells@gmail.com
Phone1:615-556-2261
Phone2 (if available):

LEARNING HOW TO LIVE

                                                     
                                                        
Learning How To Live



I’m staying home every night
All alone every night
Turn the TV up loud
To to turn the silence down

Friends don’t know what to say
So they just stay away
I ain’t much fun right now
Trying to sort it all out, but

CHORUS:
I’m breathing
One breath at a time
I’m dealing 
With this broken heart of mine
Praying not to dream when I lay down and close my eyes
I’m drinking
Little less every day and
I’m thinking
I’m on my way
To letting you go, even though it’s the last thing I want to do
Yeah, I’m learning how to live
Learning how to live without you

When you lose the best thing
Life’s a settle for the rest thing
So I’m just going through the motions
Taking it slow, but

REPEAT CHORUS:

I’m learning, learning, learning how to live
I’m learning, learning, learning how to live

REPEAT CHORUS:

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Writer Contact Information

Song: LEARNING HOW TO LIVE
Writer: James Hoppe
Email: james@jameshoppemusic.com
Phone1:9492907315
Phone2 (if available):

NEVER GOOD AT MATH

                                                     
                                                        
NEVER GOOD AT MATH

Gotta be a hundred guys in here tonight 
That’s two hundred eyes on you
Only one of us gonna get it right  
Ninety-nine are gonna lose 

A little courage gotta count for something 
So, girl, here goes nothing

CH
I got twenty dollars in my pocket
Ninety minutes till they close
Enough to buy a round or two
After that nobody knows 
Let’s subtract these other guys
Add a slow dance in that jukebox light
Odds are that I don’t stand a chance 
But I was never good at math
I was never good at math

I swear I caught you lookin’ my way
At least a dozen times
There’s a million reasons I should just walk away
But girl I can’t count that high

CHORUS repeat 

I got twenty dollars in my pocket
Ninety minutes till they close
Enough to buy a round or two
After that nobody knows 
Let’s subtract these other guys
Girl, I’ll make that smile multiply
Odds are that I don’t stand a chance
But I was never good at math
I was never good at math

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Writer Contact Information

Song: NEVER GOOD AT MATH
Writer: Brad McKinney
Email: mckinneybrad@gmail.com
Phone1:859-893-8146
Phone2 (if available):

ONE SHOT

                                                     
                                                        
ONE SHOT



(One) shot 
As the clock counts down to zero
Wins a game that’s on the line
(One) Shot 
Raised up with your friends can stop time

One shot 
Gun’s off and you’re off and runnin’
Seconds later and you break the tape 
(Sometimes) 
One shot is all it really takes… and 

I’ve been watching you watching me 
Wondering if you’re wondering what this could be 
Let’s dive in the deep end, see where it’s leadin’
Gimme one song, one dance, maybe one kiss, baby one chance
Make your world stop
See what we got
Gimme one shot  

One walk
Let’s talk, wanna get to know you 
Do you have your mother’s eyes
That smile 
You’re fire, everything can change tonight

CHORUS

Gimme one song, one dance, maybe one kiss, baby one chance
Make your world stop
Make your world stop
Make your world stop

CHORUS

Make your world stop 
See what we got 
Gimme one shot
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Writer Contact Information

Song: ONE SHOT
Writer: James Hoppe
Email: james@jameshoppemusic.com
Phone1:9492907315
Phone2 (if available):

OPEN ROAD

                                                     
                                                        
OPEN ROAD

PACKED UP MY OLD GREY FORD WITH 20 YEARS OF MEMORIES
HAD TO SAY GOODBYE CAUSE YOU TOLD ME WE WERE THROUGH
YOU'D FOUND YOURSELF A NEW LOVE AS WE'D DRIFTED APART
TURNS OUT THE RUMOURS ON THE STREET WERE ALL TRUE
GOTTA LEAVE TO CLEAR MY RACING HEAD
FIND A DIFFERENT PLACE TO BE INSTEAD 

CHORUS

I'M ON THE OPEN ROAD TO HEAL MY BROKEN HEART
3,000 MILES OF TEARS TO DISSOLVE
NEED TO GET AWAY TO MAKE A BRAND NEW START
MEND THE PAIN THAT'S IN MY SOUL
ON THE OPEN ROAD

VERSE 2

I LEFT DOWNTOWN BOSTON WITH MY SIGHTS ON LA
THROUGH THE ROLLING HILLS YOU'RE PLAYING ON MY MIND
BY THE GREEN CORNFIELDS OF NEBRASKA MY HEART BEGINS TO EASE
AT THE WHITE-TOP ROCKIES I LEFT A PIECE OF YOU BEHIND
I'M BEGINNING TO HEAL WITH EACH PASSING DAY
REBUILDING MY LIFE, I KNOW I'LL FIND THE WAY

CHORUS

BRIDGE

WHEN I CROSS THE LINE INTO CALIFORNIA I CAN BREATHE AGAIN
YOU'RE NEARLY OUT OF MY THOUGHTS AND THERE'S NOTHING I CAN'T CONTEND

FINAL CHORUS

I'M ON THE OPEN ROAD TO HEAL MY BROKEN HEART
3,000 MILES OF TEARS TO DISSOLVE
HAD TO GET AWAY TO MAKE A BRAND NEW START
TO MEND THE PAIN THAT WAS IN MY SOUL
ON THE OPEN ROAD





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Writer Contact Information

Song: OPEN ROAD
Writer: Priscilla Connolly
Email: priscillaconnolly@hotmail.com
Phone1:00447751933724
Phone2 (if available):

OUR FIRST EVERYTHING

                                                     
                                                        
OUR FIRST EVERYTHING
(David Nicastro)


I could see you clearly from where I’m at
You got your hair tucked into your baseball cap
I like that
Wrist rose tattoo and Mona Lisa smile
We've been going out now for a little while I'll

CHORUS
I’ll close my eyes tonight and dream about you
And all those special little things that you do
Babe I feel I'm falling for you this ain’t no passing fling
I'll wake and wonder what this new day's gonna bring
Our first everything

There's something else you should understand
Girl you drive me wild with just the touch of your hand and

CHORUS
I'll close my eyes tonight and dream about you
And all those special little things that you do
Babe I feel I'm falling for you this ain’t no passing fling
I'll wake and wonder what this new day's gonna bring
Our first everything

BRIDGE
I can't believe I've found someone thats turned my world around

I look in your eyes and then my heart skips
Won't say what happens when you kiss my lips 

CHORUS
I'll close my eyes tonight and dream about you
And all those special little things that you do
Babe I feel I'm falling for you this ain’t no passing fling
I'll wake and wonder what this new day's gonna bring
Our first everything

Copyright David Nicastro
nickastro@yahoo.com (856) 206 7191



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Writer Contact Information

Song: OUR FIRST EVERYTHING
Writer: David Nicastro
Email: nickastro@yahoo.com
Phone1:856 206 7191
Phone2 (if available):

PICTURE PERFECT

                                                     
                                                        
PICTURE PERFECT




V1
Girl, I find it funny 
That you asking
Cause I was thinking about it
All up in the flash when
We were snapping 
That pic for your Instagram 

V2
You already know 
I’m gonna post it 
Already know all of my friends
Will wanna know 
Is she as dope as she looks
And my caption says
Hashtag yes

CH
She’s worth 
More a thousand words 
Got a million dollar smile 
That a frame deserves 
Should be hangin 
On the wall
I’m talking about 
She got it all 
She got them frozen in time 
Kind of eyes
Worth catching 
Capturing the memory 
Keep up on the dashboard 
If you wanna know 
Who my girl is
All you gotta do is 
Picture perfect 

V3
You the definition
Of artwork 
Looking pretty as a painting 
In my t-shirt 
Pretty sure 
That Picasso would be impressed 
I’m obsessed 

RAP
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Writer Contact Information

Song: PICTURE PERFECT
Writer: James Hoppe
Email: james@jameshoppemusic.com
Phone1:9492907315
Phone2 (if available):

SAVE A LITTLE SIP

                                                     
                                                        
Save A Little Sip

Verse 1
You’re sippin’ on a frozen fruity drink
The sugar on the rim is stickin’ to your lips 
Oh oh oh my head is spinnin’
You lick the sugar with the tip of your tongue
A couple more sips and your drink is done
Oh oh oh I buy you another one, oh another one

Chorus
And this time baby will you save a little sip for me
A little bitty taste of how sweet it’s gonna be
When we get home and we’re all alone
And I kiss you, kiss you, over and over
‘Til then a taste of what’s waitin’s all I need
So baby baby save a little sip for me

Verse 2
You swirl your straw and spill a tiny bit
Of your sweet and sour lucky dip of pink
Oh oh oh it’s gotcha smilin’
You raise your glass and toast to us
You’re the one drinking and I’m getting drunk
Oh oh oh go on drink it up, yeah drink it up

Chorus
And this time baby will you save a little sip for me
A little bitty taste of how sweet it’s gonna be
When we get home and we’re all alone
And I kiss you, kiss you, over and over
‘Til then a taste of what’s waitin’s all I need
So baby baby save a little sip for me

Bridge 
You pass me your glass but it’s empty
You laugh sayin’ baby you know I like to tease
And oh by the way your beer is gone
Waiter bring another one on

Chorus
And this time baby save a little sip for me
A little bitty taste of how sweet it’s gonna be
When we get home and we’re all alone
And I kiss you, kiss you, over and over
‘Til then a taste of what’s waitin’s all I need
So baby baby save a little sip for me
Oh baby baby, save a little sip for me
Yeah just a little bit
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Writer Contact Information

Song: SAVE A LITTLE SIP
Writer: Elvira Cawthon
Email: walltowallmusic@aol.com
Phone1:615-447-5150
Phone2 (if available):615-879-9875

SEEING EACH OTHER

                                                     
                                                        
Seeing Each Other


V1
Didn’t want to put a label on it
But here we are girl, I met your momma
Sharing keys to the same apartment
Who woulda thought

Didn’t want to/wanna make it complicated    
Didn’t want to/wanna let the flame fade and
Didn’t want to/wanna end up (just) jaded
But here we are baby

Seeing each other
Making love like its all brand new
Peeling back layers like clothes on the kitchen floor
Like it’s the first time, over and over
Looking in your eyes
Your heart comes shining through
Getting to know you, it never gets old, there’s so much to uncover
Baby we’re still
Seeing each other

V2
All the faults girl, all the flaws
Every little thing, I love it all

Deeper and deeper
No details too small
I keep fallin’ for all that you are

Seeing each other
Making love like its all brand new
Peeling back layers like clothes on the kitchen floor
Like it’s the first time, over and over
Looking in your eyes
Your heart comes shining through
Getting to know you, it never gets old, there’s so much to uncover
Baby we’re still

Taking our sweet sweet time
Cuz we’ve got the rest of our lives for..
    
CHORUS


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Writer Contact Information

Song: SEEING EACH OTHER
Writer: James Hoppe
Email: james@jameshoppemusic.com
Phone1:9492907315
Phone2 (if available):

SHE SANG EVERY SUNDAY

                                                     
                                                        
She Sang Every Sunday

(VERSE)
She brought music to my life,
And everyone around.
People came from near and far,
To celebrate her sound.
She sang at clubs and parties,
Could have been a big star on Broadway.
But she didn’t miss the fame at all,
When she sang every Sunday.

(CHORUS)
It was a little country church,
With a great big congregation.
We came to hear the words of God,
And join in celebration.
But you could hear a pin drop,
When she sang of Heaven’s Highway.
She showed us all a glimpse of God.
When she sang every Sunday.

(VERSE)
Her music was a special thing,
She shared it when she could.
She never let life get her down,
Always sang about the good.
Her music came from deep inside,
She sang at work and at play,
Had the best times of her life
When she sang every Sunday.

(CHORUS)
It was a little country church,
With a great big congregation.
We came to hear the words of God,
And join in celebration.
But you could hear a pin drop,
When she sang of Heaven’s Highway.
She showed us all a glimpse of God.
When she sang every Sunday.

(BRIDGE)
Life’s as long as it is short,
The present and the past.
Nothing lasts forever,
Her time went by so fast.

(VERSE)
(Instrumental solo for half the verse. Same chords as the first 4 lines of the verse.)
The congregation mourns her.
I know I’ll see her one day.
But her music lives in this old church.
She still sings every Sunday.
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Writer Contact Information

Song: SHE SANG EVERY SUNDAY
Writer: Steve Bryant
Email: steelstringslider@gmail.com
Phone1:6155849013
Phone2 (if available):6155849013

STIR IT ON UP

                                                     
                                                        
Stir It On Up

Verse 1
Hey girl whatcha up to tonight
Tired of that blinkin’ stoplight
Are you headin’ to the parkin’ lot
Well I know me a better spot

Turn left at the old city hall
Go past that empty mall
Cross the creek to the edge of town
Nothin’ but corn for miles around

On Saturday it’s time to play uh-huh-uh uh
So grab your friends and I’ll grab mine
And we’ll have us a rockin’ good time

Chorus
Stir it on u-u-up
Shake it down while we’re yu-u-oung 
Throw a few down and get a little loud tonight, ohhh
Stir it on u-u-up
It’s all about u-u-us
With a bit o’ luck and a spark o’ love we just might 
Stir it on uuuuuup

Verse 2
Hey girl I’m sure glad you came
And I hope you feel the same way
Do you wanna take a spin with me
We’ll kick up some dust and shoot the breeze, yeah

Get lost in the stars for a while
Light a fire and get real wild
Dance around to the critter sounds
Stompin’ and shoutin’ ‘til we shake the ground

On Saturday it’s time to play uh-huh-uh uh 
You and your friends, me and mine
Who knows what trouble we’ll find

Chorus
Stir it on u-u-up
Shake it down while we’re yu-u-oung 
Throw a few down and get a little loud tonight, ohhh
Stir it on u-u-up
It’s all about u-u-us
With a bit o’ luck and a spark o’ love we just might 
Stir it on uuuuuup

Bridge
Oooh girl let’s sneak away
Turn this party private, baby whatcha say
 
Chorus
C’mon stir it on u-u-up
Shake it down while we’re yu-u-oung 
Throw a few down and get a little loud tonight, ohhh
Stir it on u-u-up
It’s all about u-u-us
With a bit o’ luck and a spark o’ love we just might 
Stir it on uuuuuup
Yeah, c’mon, c’mon let’s stir it on up

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Writer Contact Information

Song: STIR IT ON UP
Writer: Elvira Cawthon
Email: walltowallmusic@aol.com
Phone1:615-447-5150
Phone2 (if available):615-879-9875

THE FIRST

                                                     
                                                        
FIRST 



(V1)
She Moved in down the street, September sophomore year
And I suddenly lost interest in my football career
We'd lay out in the wheat fields as the silver full moon rose up
I can still taste cherry lipgloss,  and I will until I'm toes up,
Tallkin' bout...

(Ch)
First  crush - first kiss - first swing - first miss 
First time comin' home with beer on your breath 
With your dad waitin' up on the front porch steps
First job - first car - first tears from a broken heart
The ones you can forget for better or worse 
Nothin' lasts like the first

(V2)
I worked weekends for "The Colonel"  'til I saved enough to buy 
A beat up two-tone Silverado, It burned oil but it sure could fly
We spent so much time in that old truck we shoulda had a mailbox attached,
It was dashboard drummin' in the cab up front, and love lessons in the back,
I'm talkin' bout..

(Bridge)
That Silverado's up on blocks and football's just a game I watch
But when I'm reminiscing memories distant and sweet
My mind rewinds to sophomore year, and a girl just down the street..

Repeat Chorus

(alt Ch)
First  crush - first kiss - first swing - first miss 
First time with your dad on the front porch steps
Kickin' back with a couple of cold long necks
First job - first car - first tears from a broken heart
The ones you can forget for better or worse 
Nothin' lasts like....

The first time getting down on one knee
With just a prayer and a little piece of jewelry
First time y' saw her dressed in white
First baby cryin' keepin' you awake all night
Fist that - first this
First swing - first miss 
First  crush - first kiss
Nothin' lasts like the first 

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Writer Contact Information

Song: THE FIRST
Writer: Mitch Townley
Email: townleymitch@gmail.com
Phone1:865.660.3792
Phone2 (if available):

THE OTHER SIDE OF MIDNIGHT

                                                     
                                                        

The Other Side Of Midnight



Been but a little while baby since you've been gone
Here in the early hours before darkness touches dawn
I found the brightest star and made a wish
That I don't spend another lonely night like this
Thinking bout your smile your laugh your touch your kiss I miss

(CHORUS)
Your yellow sun dress hair all in a mess but the prettiest girl I'd see
As you walked passed some guys you'd catch their eyes yet you were going home with me
But that was then now here I am all alone tonight
Things don't look the same when there's little light
On the other side of midnight

Seems I’m all caught up in a cruel twist of fate
I want to call you up in many ways it's much too late
I'm lying here trying to get some sleep
It's tough with a trace of your perfume still on my sheet
And visions playing in my head of you stuck on repeat

(CHORUS)

(CHORUS)

Copyright 




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Writer Contact Information

Song: THE OTHER SIDE OF MIDNIGHT
Writer: David Nicastro
Email: nickastro@yahoo.com
Phone1:856 206 7191
Phone2 (if available):

THINGS I NEVER KNEW

                                                     
                                                        
Things I Never Knew 
                                                                                
Sunday morning tunes on the radio taking
My mind on rewind, replaying 
You and me, on repeat, now it’s just a memory
Looking back, baby how’d I miss that
You shined brighter than a mid-July Technicolor sunset
I had it all, almost, but how was I to know

That you would’ve changed my life
And I should’ve held on tight
But I let you slip right out of my hands
Never had one clue what I had
And girl I know I could spend
Forever wanting you back again 
Baby now what would I do 
With all the things I, things I never knew
Things I never knew

Words I never said, all up in my head
Kicking myself that I ever left you wondering
When it comes to us I was, so oblivious

That you would’ve changed my life
And I should’ve held on tight
But I let you slip right out of my hands
Never had one clue what I had
And girl I know I could spend
Forever wanting you back again 
Baby now what would I do
With all the things I never knew

And I never saw it coming
And I never saw you going
If it’s any consolation
It's killing me just knowing

That you would’ve changed my life
And I should've held on tight
But I let you slip right out of my hands
Never had one clue what I had
And girl I know I could spend
Forever wanting you back again 
Baby now what I would I do 
With all the things I, things I never knew
Things I never knew
Things I never knew
Things I never knew
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Writer Contact Information

Song: THINGS I NEVER KNEW
Writer: Rhondalynn Pisanello
Email: RhondaPisanello@gmail.com
Phone1:403-396-6856
Phone2 (if available):

TRUST

                                                     
                                                        
TRUST


Time
The most important things in life
Take time
Love can be a hard hill to climb
Until you know
That you won’t fall if you let go

Chorus
No rhyme or reason
I can’t put my finger on it
It ain’t always perfect
But you know it’s honest
When you get every part of me
And what we got is all I need
It comes to something more than love
All we need is Trust
All we need is Trust

Safe 
All of you makes all of me
Feel safe
Never thought I’d ever feel this way
But I was wrong
And I thank God you came along...so


REPEAT CHORUS

It’s more than (just) the way you feel 
Cuz when it’s earned you know it’s real

REPEAT CHORUS
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Writer Contact Information

Song: TRUST
Writer: James Hoppe
Email: james@jameshoppemusic.com
Phone1:9492907315
Phone2 (if available):

WASTED SUMMER

                                                     
                                                        
WASTED SUMMER 


We got our feet hangin’ off
The back of the boat
Got the boat tied up to the others in the cove
Flags flyin’ in the wind
Lime on the rim
Tequila in our cups, reel ‘em in

It’s another wasted summer 
Ain’t doin' much of nothin’
checkin’ boat lines, tan lines
Anchored out in paradise
Probly should be workin’
But hey, that ain’t workin'
So we’re hangin’ out getting’ drunk on life
Here’s to another wasted summer

We got the beer gettin’ cold 
ahhh the girls, you know
Got the 30 SPORT out sprayin’ down head to toe
Ready for that sun-kissed skin
All summer long again
We’ll pour it in our cups, and reel it in

It’s another wasted summer 
Ain’t doin' much of nothin’
checkin boat lines, tan lines
Anchored out in paradise
Probly should be workin' 
But hey, that ain’t workin’
So we’re hangin’ out gettin’ drunk on life
Here’s to another wasted summer

Drippin’ off on the dock
Slippin on flip-flops
Tiki bar ain’t far 
That’s where we go yall 
After dark, Can’t let it end
Good times with good FRIENDS

It’s another wasted summer 
Ain’t doin' much of nothin’
Just checkin boat lines, tan lines
Chillin’ in the moonlight
Probly should be goin’ 
But hey, the drinks are flowin’
So We’re hangin’ out gettin’ drunk all night
Here’s to another wasted summer

Tag:
Drippin’ off on the dock
Slippin on flip-flops
Tiki bar ain’t far 
That’s where we go yall

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Writer Contact Information

Song: WASTED SUMMER
Writer: Carey Latham
Email: careylathamsells@gmail.com
Phone1:615-556-2261
Phone2 (if available):

WE BAD LIKE THAT

                                                     
                                                        
WE BAD LIKE THAT
 C Mills, CJ Stevens, A Topel

Everybody in this town got somethin to say
But they change their tune when you’re face to face
When the lights go down and we raise ‘em up
Take a look around they couldn’t hang with us
Cause...

CHORUS 
We everything they say we are
God country music and fast cars
We don’t crash and burn we burn and crash
And then we do it all over again
We bad like that

Ain’t hard to find us way off the road 
Just follow the smoke where the wild ones go
We’ll be crankin’ Hank on the radio
Til Sunday morning that’s how we roll

CHORUS

If ya feeling me y’all - sing
We bad like that 
If you’re a little outlaw 
We bad like that 

CHORUS 

END

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Writer Contact Information

Song: WE BAD LIKE THAT
Writer: Avrim Topel
Email: ave@avrimtopel.com
Phone1:3027508563
Phone2 (if available):

WE THE PEOPLE

                                                     
                                                        
Bright and early we get our hands dirty
turning the Georgia clay,
spend our time in a Pennsylvania coal mine
missing the light of day,
roll up miles burning down the highway
from New York to L.A.
get it done in the Santa Fe sun
and Seattle rain

and God knows we ain't afraid of a little hard work,
and we don't ever ask for nothing we ain't earned,

we the people, a country strong
we'll stand forever, cause we never stand alone
we the people, proud and brave
we're the ones who make this land we love great,
we the people

generations defended this nation, no matter what the cost,
and we all pause in mem'ry of the heroes we have lost,
mothers, fathers, sons and daughters who made a sacrifice,
to protect the ones they love, and our way of life

when the cause of freedom needs a little help,
who's the ones that rise up? you know we will

we the people, a country strong
we'll stand forever, cause we never stand alone
we the people, proud and brave
we're the ones who make this land we love great,
we the people
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Writer Contact Information

Song: WE THE PEOPLE
Writer: Bill Gue
Email: guebill@yahoo.com
Phone1:317-752-5912
Phone2 (if available):