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1.
BACK
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Mitch
Townley
Awards:
Member Note: 30% music, 50% Lyric
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BACK
Back
(V1)
Miller’s Hardware Store is now a parking lot
Minute hand’s stuck on nine on the courthouse clock
There's a Starbucks and a new strip mall
In that field where I played pick up ball
Being gone so long can make you miss it all
(chorus)
But I can go back,
To a Honda hatchback
Main street cruisin, old school tunes 'n
You in the the front seat leaning way back
That freedom breeze
Bringing back sweet memories
Time goes on and I can’t change that
But I can go back
(V2)
Never thought that tobacco barn would be a place I’d miss
But can’t forget us skipping school and our first kiss
Spray painting our names on lover’s rock
Drove by today it’s been white-washed
Gotta move on whether I like it or not
(Repeat Chorus)
(Bridge)
You always did look good in white
He’s lottery lucky to call you his wife
Glad I came for your big day
Your dad’s not the only one who gave you away
(Repeat Chorus)
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Writer Contact Information
Song: BACK
Writer: Mitch Townley
Email: townleymitch@gmail.com
Phone1:865.660.3792
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2.
COULDN'T BE FIRST
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Carey
Latham
Awards:
Member Note: I am mostly lyric and melody
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COULDN'T BE FIRST
Couldn't Be First
V1
I can see it in your eyes
He really did it this time
Ya wanna sink into the blue
But that ain’t you
No I can tell
that girl I know, she aint gone
She’s still shinin’ through
CH
It would’ve been beautiful to be your first
But I ain’t second guessin
Ain't even gonna count the times
I fought my heart to keep a distance
But I’ve watched long enough
The girl I love gettin’ hurt
No,ain’t mad about the past
If good guys finish last
I couldn't be first
V2
You're just a shotgun trophy
In his Chevrolet
He's never cared about you
Not like I do
I'm praying
It's just a ride, just some time you're takin'
Leading us to the truth
CH
It would’ve been beautiful to be your first
But I ain’t second guessin
Ain't even gonna count the times
I fought my heart to keep a distance
But I’ve watched long enough
The girl I love gettin’ hurt
No, ain’t mad about the past
If good guys finish last
I couldn't be first
I couldn’t be first
Bridge
Couldn’t be the first that had you drawing little hearts
Had you wishin’ on shootin’ stars
No I couldn’t be your first
But I’ll be the one lovin' you so good
It’ll feel like I was
CH
It would’ve been beautiful to be your first
But I ain’t second guessin
Ain't even gonna count the times
I fought my heart to keep a distance
But I’ve watched long enough
The girl I love gettin’ hurt
No ain’t mad about the past
If good guys finish last
I couldn't be first
Tag:
I couldn’t be first
if good guys finish last
I couldn’t be first
No I couldn't be first
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Writer Contact Information
Song: COULDN'T BE FIRST
Writer: Carey Latham
Email: careylathamsells@gmail.com
Phone1:615-556-2261
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3.
EX IS
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Marilyn
Oakley
Awards:
Member Note: d) My collaborator and I both contributed equally to the lyric and music of this song.
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EX IS
EX IS
Will ya’ take this ol’ clunker
I’m lookin’ to do a trade
Needin’ something
that’ll get me gone today
Ain’t takin’ much with me
Need the fastest thing you got
That ol’ Charger ain’t real shiny
but it’ll get me out of Dodge
Lift
Ready to cut a deal
Smoke some wheels
CHORUS
I don’t wanna be where my ex is
It’s time to move on
I’m gonna skip that heartbreak exit
Spend some time alone
Wave my past goodbye
Yeah, it’s leavin’ time
I’ll sign where the X is
Let him wonder where his ex is
I ain’t even gonna call him
He thinks we’re still a thing
Just way too much drama
No, ain’t happening
Can’t go back to the south side
unless I wanna make a will
‘cause he’ll kill me and if he don’t
his sister surely will
Lift
Ready to cut a deal
Smoke some wheels
CHORUS
I don’t wanna be where my ex is
It’s time to move on
I’m gonna skip that heartbreak exit
Spend some time alone
Wave my past goodbye
Yeah, it’s leavin’ time
I’ll sign where the X is
Let him wonder where his ex is
Bridge
I got my map out, I marked some nowhere town
I’ll get goin’ where the X is before sundown
CHORUS
I don’t wanna be where my ex is
It’s time to move on
I’m gonna skip that heartbreak exit
Spend some time alone
Wave my past goodbye
Yeah, it’s leavin’ time
I’ll sign where the X is
Let him wonder where his ex is
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Writer Contact Information
Song: EX IS
Writer: Marilyn Oakley
Email: oakley.marilyn@gmail.com
Phone1:6084150571
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4.
FIRE WORK
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Eve
Suchy
Awards:
Member Note: Hello! Thanks for listening to my recent song FIRE WORK. I am the sole writer on this one. It's received recent accolades through NSAI such as the NSAI Top 40. Thanks for listening and have a super day!
Eve
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FIRE WORK
Fire Work
She and I had a blast in that small town
Knew each other way back, yellow bus, chewin’ gum
Water fights, killin’ time
Skippin’ rocks by Oak Creek Bridge, yeah
Few years went by one day things were different
Picked her up she was wearin’ red lipstick
Perfume, lookin’ dynamite
She had grown up in a minute
Asked daddy how to tell that girl next door
That two best friends could become somethin’ more
He said
CHORUS:
Go and let that fire work its magic on her
Take her out, late night, tailgate, build a bonfire
Cool air, moonlight, pickin’ on a guitar
Don’t need to take it too far
Let that fire work magic on her
Watch the flame shinin’ in her eyes
Write her name in sparklers across the sky
Like the Fourth of July
And if she falls for you right then don’t be surprised
Yeah go and let that fire work
Well daddy sure was right, she fell in love
Time flew we were out just the two of us
Kickin’ it, havin’ a few
When we ran into a buddy of mine
He said man I met this girl I really like
Up for anything, laid back, pretty smile
Just tryin’ to figure out
How to let her know what I feel inside
He asked me if I could help him out
I told him what my old man had talked about
I said
(CHORUS)
Way out there about midnight
Shootin’ stars blazin’ nothin’ like it
Don’t have to say a whole lot
Just let those glowin’ embers talk
(CHORUS)
Yeah go and let that fire work
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Writer Contact Information
Song: FIRE WORK
Writer: Eve Suchy
Email: evesuchy@gmail.com
Phone1:7013904575
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5.
HE DIDN'T DO
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Tim
Clarrey
Awards:
Member Note: I wrote this song and lyrics/music alone.
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HE DIDN'T DO
He Didn’t Do
Verse 1
My old man came from the wrong side of the tracks,
He loved breaking momma’s heart like his whiskey glass,
He used those same ways he broke her in two,
On sister and me but we never knew,
Bullying wasn’t something he didn’t do,
Verse 2
He was only strong as the weakest in our house,
Life hit hard with him but we all survived somehow,
Like the devil in disguise he lied to us to,
I prayed knowing God would help me make it through,
Believing was something Dad didn’t do,
Chorus 1
Didn’t do the crazy fights, with my wife,
Didn’t make my kids run, scream, and hide,
Didn’t leave em’ feeling so black and blue,
I learned a lot about life from him, that’s the truth,
By doing everything he didn’t do,
Verse 3
Nowadays I’m raising a family of my own,
Life’s been better since he’s been good and gone,
When it came to a Dad I couldn’t pick or choose,
Sometimes I wonder what was his excuse,
For doing everything, I wouldn’t do,
Chorus 2
Didn’t do the crazy fights, with my wife,
Didn’t make my kids run, scream, and hide,
Didn’t leave em’ feeling so black and blue,
I learned a lot about life from him, that’s the truth,
By doing everything, by doing everything, he didn’t do,
Bridge
It may be hard to understand,
He made me… a better man…,
(Chorus 2) - Repeat
Outro
I learned a lot about life from him, that's the truth,
By doing everything he didn’t do…
By doing everything he didn’t do…..
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Writer Contact Information
Song: HE DIDN'T DO
Writer: Tim Clarrey
Email: tclarrey@gmail.com
Phone1:8165880918
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6.
HIT ROCK BOTTOM
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Ian
Shortall
Awards:
Member Note: I wrote this song music/lyric alone
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HIT ROCK BOTTOM
Hit Rock Bottom
Verse 1
Not many people in this world know me well
And those that do, I dragged through mud to hell
My head it hurts, my body acks but I will not ring the bell
Are you coming for me or running away, I can’t tell?
I know you could not want my soul, so I have nothing to sell
Chorus
I hit rock bottom and kept the stone
To remind me I have a place to fall
I will head for home, but I don’t know when
I never know will you forgive me again
Verse 2
Drinking cold beer from a warm glass in a dive somewhere
I don’t fit the jacket I’m wearing, but I don’t care
The shoes I am waring don’t belong to me I fear
And the bar fight from last night is still in my hair
Through the liquor glass reflection, I see my enemy stare
Chorus
I hit rock bottom and kept the stone
To remind me I have a place to fall
I will head for home, but I don’t know when
I never know will you forgive me again
Bridge
Your sitting at home waiting for my boots on the gravel drive
The only unbroken wedding day promise is that I stayed alive
You packed your bags and called the cab so many times
But you can’t bring yourself to tell the driver to drive
Chorus
I hit rock bottom and kept the stone
To remind me I have a place to go
I headed for home, but I was on the fence
I don’t know if I have it in me to make amends
I don’t know if I have it in me to make amends
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Writer Contact Information
Song: HIT ROCK BOTTOM
Writer: Ian Shortall
Email: shortallian@gmail.com
Phone1:+61467726061
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7.
HOW YOU LOOK AT ME - DEMO
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Jonny
Born
Awards:
Member Note: I wrote the lyrics and music on this track. It’s a 100%’r. Thanks!
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HOW YOU LOOK AT ME - DEMO
You're the kind of woman that can save a man
You're the kind of beautiful left to poetry
And somehow your smile lights the shadows of my soul
But it ain't how you look It's how you look at me?
Like I'm your hero riding in on white horse, to save your life
Like the man who's gonna carry you through smoke and fire
Your home when home's the only place you wanna be
It ain't how you look
It's how you look at me
I waited for your love like the desert waits for rain
And when I found it I let it wash me clean
My whole world comes to life, in those sapphire eyes
But it ain't how you look It's how you look at me??
Like I'm your hero riding in on white horse, to save your life
Like the man who's gonna carry you through smoke and fire
Your home when home's the only place you wanna be
It ain't how you look
It's how you look at me
And we both know you only choose to see
the best and not the worst of me
So I'll spend the rest of my days trying to be
Your hero riding in on white horse, to save your life
The man who's gonna carry you through smoke and fire
Your home when home's the only place you wanna be
It ain't how you look
It's how you look at me
It ain't how you look
It's how you look at me
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Writer Contact Information
Song: HOW YOU LOOK AT ME - DEMO
Writer: Jonny Born
Email: jon@digitaltalentteam.com
Phone1:8016885466
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8.
I GOT THIS
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Wes
Bullock
Awards:
Member Note: Thanks for listening!
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I GOT THIS
I Got This
by Wes Bullock
Lord, I've been using again, But I got this
been tracing lines through blackout nights, I got this
been waking up sick and tired of being tired and sick
and then I take a drink... I got this
Chorus
I Got this hole in my heart I've been chasing highs to fill
but using only digs it deeper still
right at first it seemed to work for me but then one day it quit
'nd more than ever before, now, I got this
Verse
there's a list of the meetin's downtown in my pocket
Heard them say they've found a way to stop this
I think it's time I get inside and give them steps a try
Powerless, oh, man, hell yes, I got this
Chorus
Bridge
I Joined the circle, coffee shaking in my hand
Took my turn to talk, hoped they'd understand
Chorus
I said, I Got this hole in my heart, I been chasing highs to fill
but using only digs it deeper still
right at first it seemed to work for me but then one day it quit
and more than ever before, now, I got this
And They all said, Thanks, keep on coming back...
We got this
Verse
C Em Am Am
C Em Am Am
C E7 Am F
C G/C F F
Chorus 1, 2
C G/C Am F
C E7 Am Am
C G/C Am F
C G/C C C
Bridge
G G
F F
G G
F F F F
Chorus 3
C G/C Am F
C E7 Am Am
C G Am F
C G/C F F
C G F F
C G G G
C C
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Writer Contact Information
Song: I GOT THIS
Writer: Wes Bullock
Email: westbullet@gmail.com
Phone1:3307159033
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9.
I'LL GET OVER YOU
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Brad
McKinney
Awards:
Member Note: I wrote this song music/lyric alone
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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
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10.
IT'S STILL ABOUT THE SONG
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Jonny
Born
Awards:
Member Note: I wrote the music and lyrics for this song.. its a 100%’r. Thank you.
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IT'S STILL ABOUT THE SONG
I'll bet you ten dollars and all the beer
Radio ain't gonna want to play this song
In fact I wrote it sure that no one else would ever hear
my preaching in four-four that runs too long
It's about the suits, the judge, the jury
They'll probably throw the switch before bar nine
But, trust me when I tell you I ain't in no worry
Cause the reason that I sing it is all mine
Ya this sermon on the row ain't for the sinners
And it ain't for the angels in the sky
It's for the writers and the singers
who followed every dream to be here,
And in all the tears and blood forgot just why
Didn't it used to be about the music?
The truth between 3 chords just can't be wrong
Somewhere along the way all the money and the fame
Got out in front of what make us sing along
Maybe I'm just naive but I believe
It's still about the song
It's still about the song
They'll kill this one for all the cliche in it
Then go back to playing guitar on the keys
And get lost inside the rhyme, never sit and take the time
To find out what the hell it really means
Ya this sermon on the row ain't for the sinners
And it ain't for the angels in the sky
It's for the writers and the singers
who followed every dream to be here,
And in all the tears and blood forgot just why
Didn't it used to be about the music?
The truth between 3 chords just can't be wrong
Somewhere along the way all the money and the fame
Got out in front of what make us sing along
Maybe I'm just naive but I believe
It's still about the song
It's still about the song
(solo)
Ya this sermon on the row ain't for the sinners
And it aint for the angels in the sky
It's for the writers and the players
who sold everything to stay here
And in all the tears and blood forgot just why
Maybe i'm right maybe I'm wrong, but for me
It's still about the song
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Writer Contact Information
Song: IT'S STILL ABOUT THE SONG
Writer: Jonny Born
Email: jon@digitaltalentteam.com
Phone1:8016885466
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11.
JACKSON, GA
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Carey
Latham
Awards:
Member Note: I wrote this song alone, lyrics and music
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JACKSON, GA
Jackson, GA
written by: Carey Latham
V1
Sister’s push mowin’ the front yard
Listenin’ to ZZ Top
Brother's up under the back porch
Diggin up an old baseball
Daddy’s tinkerin’ with a dump truck
He just bought off of a friend
When that screen door flies open
That’s Mama ya’ll, callin’ us in
Ch
You take the Butts County exit off of 75
Head west on 36
follow the High Falls signs
Might be some others out about a fish fry
We put ‘em up forget to take’ em down
Just hang a right at Buckner’s chicken
Take the dirt road around
To Route 3 Box 217
Y’all look it up
You can’t out Jackson Ga us
V2
We got a hundred year old farm house
Three ol’ dogs with no names
Chasin’ cars out along the roadside
Pantin’ like it’s all a big game
We got a 30’ antenna
Two-way radios in every truck
Everyone of us up in a deerstand
In our camouflage, before sun up
CH
You take the Butts County exit off of 75
Head west on 36
follow the High Falls signs
Might be some others out about a yard sale
We put ‘em up forget to take’ em down
Just hang a right at Buckner’s chicken
Take the dirt road around
To Route 3 Box 217
Y’all look it up
You can’t out Jackson Ga us
Bridge
The neighbors might say we’re loud
I’m sure they’ve heard a few fights
But they’ll tell ya hands down
From a stuck in the mud to the church on fire
We’re boots on the ground
CH
You take the Butts County exit off of 75
Head west on 36
follow the High Falls signs
Don’t let the blind spots scare ya
Or Brother Benny’s crowd slow you down
Just grab us all some Buckners chicken
And then come on around
To Route 3 Box 217
Watch the dust
You can’t out Jackson Ga us
Naw you can’t out Jackson GA us
Tag
Let’s go
You can’t out Barnesvile Ga us
Where ya at
You can’t out Griffin Ga us
One more
You can’t out Forsyth, Ga us/ or "MACON, GA" for Jason Aldean
Naw you can’t out Georgia us
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Writer Contact Information
Song: JACKSON, GA
Writer: Carey Latham
Email: careylathamsells@gmail.com
Phone1:615-556-2261
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12.
MADE FOR MAKIN'
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Brad
McKinney
Awards:
Member Note: My collaborators and I contributed equally to the lyric and music of this song.
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MADE FOR MAKIN'
Made For Makin'
I believe everything happens for a reason
And there’s always gonna be things we don’t understand
I don’t need to know all the answers
Don’t need a down the road plan
All I need to know is I got you right now
And right now
CHORUS:
Top down was made for drivin’ fast with the wind whippin’ all around us
Rear views were made for lookin’ back at what we leave behind us
Rules were made for breakin’
Dirt roads were made for takin’
Life and love are made for makin’
We could drive a thousand miles and wind up out in Cali
Or we could turn it on a dime watch the sunset on the south
Tell me what you want where you wanna go
This world is ours to spin around
All I need to know is I got you right now
And right now
REPEAT CHORUS:
BRIDGE
Girl we’re gonna make it make it count
Yeah we’re gonna burn it burn it down
We’re gonna ride it ride it out, together forever
REPEAT CHORUS
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Writer Contact Information
Song: MADE FOR MAKIN'
Writer: Brad McKinney
Email: mckinneybrad@gmail.com
Phone1:859-893-8146
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13.
MAKE SOME
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James
Hoppe
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MAKE SOME
Make Some
V1
It can be a grind
Tryna turn a dream into a dollar
We don’t got it all, no
Don’t got it all figured out
Hey
We ain’t got that house on a hill yet
Not hanging with the island hopping jet set...just yet
CHORUS
Gonna make some
Memories, baby we can
Take one
Night to just kick it on back
Been a while since we did it like that
Gonna make some
Time to focus on you
So we can sink into that groove
Just us, a little fun, a little love
We gonna make some
V2
We’re gonna make some cash
When we’re back at it next week
Now let’s crack another bottle and see
Where this night goes, soak up the moment
REPEAT CHORUS
Bridge
Plans for the future - they can wait
So right now what do you say
Just stay right here
And let that record play
REPEAT CHORUS
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Writer Contact Information
Song: MAKE SOME
Writer: James Hoppe
Email: james@jameshoppemusic.com
Phone1:9492907315
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14.
MAN, THESE DAYS
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Jonny
Born
Awards:
Member Note: My cowriter and I contributed equally to this track. Thanks!!!
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MAN, THESE DAYS
To say these days are complicated
Ain’t really how I’d say it
It seems the whole damn world has lost it’s mind
But for a simple guy like me just trying
To do the next good thing I’m findin’
The list of good gets longer all the time
And I’m just tryin to get it right
Man these days, you gotta do it all but not too much
Be everything, hard like a rock but soft to touch
Know how to love and how you don’t
To slay the dragon or let him go
How to say please and thanks,
To know your fist ain’t your greatest strength
That’s a little bit of what it takes
To be a man, these days
Ballet starts at 8 PM
So I leave the tractor stuck again, and
Haul ass down the road so I’m not late
Tomorrow I play soccer mom
Carpool-taxi, mow the lawn
So the tractor and the hole will have to wait
And I’m still tryin to get it right
Man these days, you gotta do it all but not too much
Be everything, hard like a rock but soft to touch
Know how to love and how you don’t
To slay the dragon or let him go
How to say please and thanks,
To know your fist ain’t your greatest strength
That’s a little bit of what it takes
To be a man, these days
Grandma washed and Grandpa dried
They drowned some worms from time to time
Her job was cookin’ at the church
For free cause that was Jesus work
He paid all the bills and stuff
She built a home of life and love
Somehow then that was enough
Back when “woke” just meant, I’m up
Oh, man these days, you gotta do it all but not too much
Be everything, hard like a rock but soft to touch
Know how to love and how you don’t
To slay the dragon or let him go
How to say please and thanks,
To know your fist ain’t your greatest strength
That’s a little bit of what it takes
To be a man, these days
To be a man, these days, yeah
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Writer Contact Information
Song: MAN, THESE DAYS
Writer: Jonny Born
Email: jon@digitaltalentteam.com
Phone1:8016885466
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15.
NEVER GOOD AT MATH
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Brad
McKinney
Awards:
Member Note: My collaborators and I contributed equally to the lyric and music of this song.
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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
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16.
OPEN ROAD
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Priscilla
Connolly
Awards:
Member Note: Hi Kirby, I wrote this song alone. Thanks for listening.
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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
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17.
RAIN AND RUST
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Jonny
Born
Awards:
Member Note: My cowriter and I contributed equally to the lyrics and track for this one. Thanks for listening to it!!!
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RAIN AND RUST
I knew the night you bought me that whiskey
Told me your name right after you kissed me
This could be one of those nights I can’t run
Two years a month and seven days since we
OD’d on us and woke up on empty
It’s come to this, Some stuff don’t mix
Each of us alone make perfect sense, for someone else
Together we’re a bad experience, a perfect hell
You and me are like rain and rust
A perfect storm of wind and dust
A candle dropped in kerosene
Two angels, three broken wings
It ain’t like we didn’t try
We didn’t live but no one died
It’s not you or me it’s us, and
We’re rain and rust
There were some days I thought we might make it
Some nights where nobody faked it
I almost believed, the ship wouldn’t sink
We could spend another lifetime patching holes, and bailing out
But if we say it like it feels, we both know, it’s over now
You and me are like rain and rust
A perfect storm of wind and dust
A candle dropped in kerosene
Two angels, three broken wings
It ain’t like we didn’t try
We didn’t live but no one died
It’s not you or me it’s us, and
We’re rain and rust
I’ll go mine and you go yours
I’ll go mine and you go yours
I’ll go mine and you go yours
You and me are like rain and rust
A perfect storm of wind and dust
A candle dropped in kerosene
Two angels, three broken wings
It ain’t like we didn’t try
We didn’t live but no one died
It’s not you or me it’s us, and
We’re rain and rust
Rain and rust
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Writer Contact Information
Song: RAIN AND RUST
Writer: Jonny Born
Email: jon@digitaltalentteam.com
Phone1:8016885466
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18.
REMEMBER ME KINDLY
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Ian
Shortall
Awards:
Member Note: I Co-Wrote this song... Lyrics where co-written (I came up with the title and hook) I wrote the chord structure and we both wrote the melody.
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REMEMBER ME KINDLY
Remember Me Kindly
Verse 1
All the lyin’... cheatin’... I did so well
But the morning… after... hard to live with myself
Took everything from you .. as your heart bled on the floor
Stood out in the pouring rain ..without a life worth living for
was the… taste of another... that made us lose it all
Pre-Chorus 1
After all this time… I still want the best for you
In the quiet moments… I hope you think of me too
Chorus 1
So remember me kindly remember me well
I always shared with you things I could never tell
After all these years wonder why I’m all alone
And I’m hoping one day to come back home
So remember me kindly, remember me well
Remember me kindly and remember me well
Verse 2
Still like… that young girl on your wedding day
Don’t wear a band on your finger... erasing me without a trace
If your momma warned you once and she warned you twice
Looking back now you realise... without you there is no life
Pre-Chorus 2
After all this time… I want the best for you
And in the quiet moments… hope you think of me too
Chorus 2
So remember me kindly remember me well
I always shared with you things I could never tell
All these years wondering why I’m all alone
And I’m hoping one day to come back home
So remember me kindly and remember me well
Remember me kindly and remember me well
Bridge
My soul is down a dark well… never to be found
So I’m hoping you forgive me.. so maybe you can save me
Chorus 3
So remember me kindly... remember me well
I always shared with you things I could never tell
All these years wondering why I’m all alone
And I’m hoping one day... baby... to come back home
So please remember me kindly girl, remember me well
Remember me kindly girl, remember me well
Outro
After All these yours wondering why I'm still all alone
And I’m hoping one day you'll let me come on home
--oh oh oh oh..oh oh oh ..oh oh oh
So remember me kindly girl..remember me well
--oh oh oh oh..oh oh oh ..oh oh oh
Remember me kindly girl..remember me well
Remember me kindly girl..remember me well....
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Writer Contact Information
Song: REMEMBER ME KINDLY
Writer: Ian Shortall
Email: shortallian@gmail.com
Phone1:+61467726061
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19.
SHE'S GOT TO
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David
Nicastro
Awards:
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SHE'S GOT TO
SHE’S GOT TO
V1:
She lied to her mama on the phone
There’s no one special, no one to bring home
What would mama think if she knew
Her baby don’t have a good man
She’s got two
(CHORUS)
One’s a gentleman with her, takes her out to dinner with linen and candlelight
He always on time, holds the door, pours the wine and knows how to treat her right
The other is her lover neath the covers she discovers that he feeds her appetite
It all sounds taboo, she don’t wanna choose
But she’s got to
V2:
One’s steady and safe, one’s heat and desire
One’s solid as stone, one sets her on fire
Her head and her heart have got her confused
And she doesn’t wanna lose either one
But she’s got to
(CHORUS)
(BRIDGE)
She don’t want to play em but don’t want it to end
And it’s makin her head spin knowing that she’s been
Trying to have it both ways slow fade to a heartbreak
Now look at the tears on her face
It’s time to choose She’s got to
(CHORUS)
Copyright David Nicastro/Brent Baxter
nickastro@yahoo.com (856) 206 7191
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Song: SHE'S GOT TO
Writer: David Nicastro
Email: nickastro@yahoo.com
Phone1:856 206 7191
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20.
SONGS I GREW UP ON
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Brad
McKinney
Awards:
Member Note: My collaborators and I contributed equally to the lyric and music of this song.
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SONGS I GREW UP ON
SONGS I GREW UP ON
I take a left on Main
Hear the church bells ring
Driving through my hometown
Hear that old screen door
Swinging on the porch
And the crickets when the moon comes out
The music from the ice cream truck gets stuck
In my head on summer nights
That backyard creek singing me to sleep
Takes me back to another time
They’re the sounds that let me know I’m home
Ain’t gonna hear ‘em on the radio
But you won’t ever find a melody
That does a better job reminding me
Who I am, where I’m from
Every little thing that I love
They ain’t the kind that you can sing along
But they’re the songs I grew up on
Had a big ol’ pile
Of scratched up vinyl
Daddy handed down to me
Loved to stay up late
Listening to the Country greats
But even they couldn’t beat
Mama whistlin’ in the kitchen
Baking peanut butter pie
The marching band up in the stands
On a homefield Friday night
CHORUS 2X
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Writer Contact Information
Song: SONGS I GREW UP ON
Writer: Brad McKinney
Email: mckinneybrad@gmail.com
Phone1:859-893-8146
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21.
STRONGER PRAYER
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Carol
Coffey
Awards:
Member Note: Hopeful....thanks
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STRONGER PRAYER
STRONGER PRAYER
I try to make the most of good times
And when those times turn bad
I hear that what you’re made of
Is all how you react
I’ve let false friends walk on by
Kept the real ones by my side
And when the rain comes pourin’ down
I hold my breath and wait it out
I can’t stop the wind from blowin’
Can’t control the air
I’m working to build a sturdy house
And pray a stronger prayer
I haven’t always been who I should be
I’ve lived with pain and scars
I know Jesus saves us
And can heal a wounded heart
CHORUS
CHORUS
TAG
I’m working to build a sturdy house
And pray a stronger prayer
©Carol Coffey tiptoetunes@everestkc.net
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Writer Contact Information
Song: STRONGER PRAYER
Writer: Carol Coffey
Email: tiptoetunes@everestkc.net
Phone1:913 649 0746
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22.
THAT'S NOT WHAT I SEE
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Delbert
Cagle
Awards:
Member Note: Equally contributed lyrics and music with cowriter
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THAT'S NOT WHAT I SEE
THAT’S NOT WHAT I SEE
I watched you get ready tonight
Your smile faded in your reflection
You say the years haven’t been kind
And point out every imperfection
You may not look exactly like when we were twenty-three
And tell me you’re not as pretty but that’s not what I see…
I see the same smile you had with our first “I love you”
And still want you so bad I run home every day to you
I see the way you make all those around you better
And the man I can only be when we are together
So when you get caught up in every flaw that you’ve thought up you’ve got a different view than me
Cause that’s not what I see
You seem to think I can’t forgive you
For mistakes down river from the bridge
But that’s a million miles from the truth
I love you more than I hate what you did
You’re sorry that you hurt me and changed all my dreams
But I’m exactly where I wanna be ‘cause that’s not what I see
REPEAT CHORUS
…That’s not what I see
Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhh
That’s what I not what I, that’s not what I, that’s not what I see
That’s not what I see
By: Kerry Jetter, Delbert Cagle
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Song: THAT'S NOT WHAT I SEE
Writer: Delbert Cagle
Email: delbert.cagle@gmail.com
Phone1:502-480-7187
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23.
THE OTHER SIDE OF MIDNIGHT
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David
Nicastro
Awards:
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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
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24.
TOMORROW ON MY MIND
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Carin
Fradin
Awards:
Member Note: I co-wrote this song providing mostly the lyric
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TOMORROW ON MY MIND
TOMORROW ON MY MIND
I used to live only for the moment
Couldn’t see past the next few days
But your forever smile and heart of gold
Got me lookin further down the road
Now when I fall asleep I know
[CHORUS]
Every sunrise brings to life another chance to kiss your lips
Every sunset paints a picture that I don't wanna miss
It’s the kinda view I never knew
Gets even better next to you
Like the way I see our lives until the end of time
I'll end today with you and tomorrow on my mind
I can’t wait to see you in the morning
And how we’ll roll right into afternoon
Everywhere we go we’ll see blue skies
Your footprints always next to mine
I’ll hold you closer every night
[CHORUS]
Today has been like a dream again
Ooo but I ain’t afraid for it end, cause
[CHORUS]
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Writer Contact Information
Song: TOMORROW ON MY MIND
Writer: Carin Fradin
Email: carin@fradin.com
Phone1:4155173911
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25.
VARSITY REDNECK LETTER
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David
Nicastro
Awards:
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VARSITY REDNECK LETTER
Varsity Redneck Letter
He was wearin’ number ten tearin’ up the astroturf
I was in the stands in my camo pants in my cut-off Skynyrd shirt
Watchin’ my dreamgirl cheerin’ on the sidelines
Knowin’ she’s his and wishin’ she’s mine
Feelin’ every shake of them pom poms
My heart just beatin’ like a tom tom
CHORUS
He was throwin’ footballs and I was blowin’ duck calls
He was makin end runs I was hookin big ones reeling like an all-star
He was the cool…I was the rebel
He had the moves…but I had the pedal to the floor like girl there ain’t nothin’ better
Than a boy with a varsity redneck letter
It was four long years ’til I got my chance
I was ridin on my Deere on my way back home from the senior dance
They had the hood popped up, he was cussin’ at the engine
She was lookin’ at me, like boy come and get me
We told him that we’d send a tow trucker
And, oh, for the rest of that summer
CHORUS
He was throwin’ footballs and we were blowin’ duck calls
He was makin end runs we were hookin big ones feeling like all-stars
He was the cool I was the rebel
He had the moves but I had the pedal to the floor like girl there ain’t nothin’ better
Than a boy with a varsity redneck letter…woohoo, woohoo
So, I won her heart that summer
And I still got her
And I wonder if the dude ever wondered if he chewed if he had a big truck if he learned how to hunt
Yeah he could throw a ball a little bit better
But you don’t get no varsity redneck letter
Throwin’ footballs gotta learn to blow duck calls
He was makin end runs I was hookin big ones realin like an all-star
He was the cool I was the rebel
He had the moves but I had the pedal to the floor like girl there ain’t nothin’ better
Than a boy with a varsity redneck letter…woohoo, woohoo
Copyright Phil Hair/David Nicastro
Nickastro@yahoo.com (856) 206 7191
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Writer Contact Information
Song: VARSITY REDNECK LETTER
Writer: David Nicastro
Email: nickastro@yahoo.com
Phone1:856 206 7191
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26.
YOU BE THE STORM
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Jonny
Born
Awards:
Member Note: I wrote the music and lyrics to this song alone. 100%’r
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YOU BE THE STORM
Sometimes a dream collides with a nightmare
And they both come true
And it feels just like your world is
gonna break in two
If every turn you take
Leads to a path unknown
Let my love show the way
And never walk alone
When your bridges are burning
and the ashes rain down
and you find yourself running
Praying you're never found
When you want to ride the wind
But your wings are worn
I'll be the mountain
And you be the storm
I'll be the mountain
And you be the storm
When the price of life is too high
And the world holds you down
I will lift you up my dear
To find higher ground
I'm the bright sun in your sky
And the solid ground below
You can rest on my love
Oh, the peace you'll know
When your bridges are burning
And the ashes rain down
And you find yourself running
Praying you're never found
When you want to ride the wind
But your wings are worn
I'll be the mountain
You be the storm
I'm the rock you can lean on
I'm the summit you can climb
I'm forever yours and you are mine
When your bridges are burning
And the ashes rain down
You find yourself walking
On uncommon ground
When you want to ride the wind
But your sails are torn
You be the waves
And I'll be the shore
When your bridges are burning
And the ashes rain down
You find yourself running
Praying you're never found
When you want to ride the wind
But your wings are worn
I'll be the mountain
And You be the storm
I'll be the mountain
And you be the storm
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Writer Contact Information
Song: YOU BE THE STORM
Writer: Jonny Born
Email: jon@digitaltalentteam.com
Phone1:8016885466
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