A SINGLE THING

                                                     
                                                        
A Single Thing


Verse:	We gave up on each other
		A long time ago
		Said we’d stay for the kids
		But the kids are all grown

		Said it’s easier together
		Than it would be apart
		How could we have known
		It could be this hard

Chorus:	If I could find a single thing
		To hold on to
		Just one shred of hope
		That love’s still here

		I’d be fine to just hang on
		Here forever
		If I could find a single thing
		To hold on to
		We wouldn’t be through

Bridge 1:	I know you know exactly what I’m sayin’
		You been down this same road too
		But I’m the only one that I hear prayin’
		Lord give me anything to hold on to
 
Chorus:	(Repeat)

Bridge 2:	I’d give anything to make this story right
		Ride in on a horse and save the day
		Make all of your dreams come to life
		Make all your pain and heartache go away
				
Tag:		If I could find a single thing
		To hold on to
		We wouldn’t be through

		If I could find a single thing
		We wouldn’t be through



©Copyright 2021	Ken O’Neal	(573) 270-2503

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Song: A SINGLE THING
Writer: Ken O'Neal
Email: koneal54@gmail.com
Phone1:5732702503
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CAN'T LOVE YOU FOR TOO LONG

                                                     
                                                        
Can’t Love You For Too Long


V1 
Lie down boy 
Right next to me 
No where else 
I'd rather be 
Then here with you 
Between these sheets 
Wrap me up 
And set me free 


CH
I’m all yours take me in 
Cut me loose from where I’ve been 
Love me like I’m all you see 
I’ll love you like you’re all I need  
And in the morning when you’re looking 
And you come find me gone 
Know I love you when I love you 
I just can’t love you for too long 

V2 
I don’t want 
To wonder why 
You don’t pick up 
The phone one night 
Worry that 
Your truths are lies 
Lose myself 
Again this time 

CH REPEAT

BRIDGE 
I don’t need your 
Open heart or caring eyes 
I don’t need your 
Pick me up on Sunday drives 
After all the heartbrea
All the scars and shattered lives 
I do not need nothin’
But your arms round me tonight 

CH REPEAT 

OUT
Know I love you when I love you 
I just can’t love you for too long
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Song: CAN'T LOVE YOU FOR TOO LONG
Writer: Melyssa Corrigan
Email: melyssacorrigan@gmail.com
Phone1:8572104709
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CLIMB AWAY

                                                     
                                                        
Climb Away
(Jason Metzner)

V1:
Girl life’s been knocking you down 
And you keep popping up 
I don’t know how
stronger than I’d ever hope to be 

And you’ve been puttin
Everybody else way above you 
It’s time someone else boosted you up too

PC:
Let me pick you up on 37s
Take you high get you levitating’
when you’re ready
I’ll be ready 

Chorus:
Climb away in my Chevy 
Leave them bags back on the ground
Just reach up and take my hand
I got you can’t Nothing ever get you
When we’re lookin’ through the clouds on this town
I want you light as a feather right next to me
Let me lift up your heavy 
climb away in my Chevy 

V2:
We’ll check it out see your house down there
Looking small from up in the air
Right down where that red dirt 
Meets that stream

Kinda Like how you been makin’ 
all the ends meet
I’m ‘gon meet you in the middle 
take you up where you can breathe

Chorus 

Bridge:
Them worries can wait another week
That dash is waiting for your feet

Chorus 

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Song: CLIMB AWAY
Writer: Jason Metzner
Email: jaymetzner@gmail.com
Phone1:9786895925
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COOK'N SOME COUNTRY

                                                     
                                                        

REVERSE (1 5 6 4) x2 / (5 4 5 1)
we fire up the old kitchen stove
clean off the tin top table
get out grandma's mix'n bowl
Heap of southern sweetness, so tasteful

add a dollop of honesty
were cook'n ..... some country

we stir in three honest chords
shake in grandma's love and hugs
Country emotion gets a pour
we’re stir'n and dance'n havin’ so much fun

add in some boot scootin' cuz we
Are cook'n.... some country

BRIDGE (5 5 4 1) x2 / 5 5 6 5 4 / 5 4
baby, it's our time to add some kiss'n
and you're the honey that needs a hugg'n
The perfect pair the perfect recipe
When were cook'n ..... some country

VERSE
heat it up to 4-4 time
cook it till it's golden brown
slice it like you own it, serve it
sunny side till the sun goes down

mouth water'n you must admit honey
were cook'n....some...country

REPEAT BRIDGE

SOLO
PEAT BRIDGE
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Song: COOK'N SOME COUNTRY
Writer: Thomas Brain
Email: tombrain1@aol.com
Phone1:18152431115
Phone2 (if available):18152431115

COUNT ON

                                                     
                                                        
COUNT ON


Growing up I used to count the pennies in my piggy bank
The candles on the cake 
The gifts under the tree
You can bet I counted all the points I scored in every single game
The minutes that I played
And who was there for me

Til dad said son “you ever think about
A different way to count”

[CHORUS]
It ain’t about a taller stack
It ain’t about what the Jones’ have
It’s working hard to earn a name
For meaning every word you say
It’s being there no matter what
It’s “man I know that you’ll show up”
It ain’t about the counting that you do
It’s how other people count on you
	
It’s crossing over two state lines with your best friend to buy a boat
Then patching up the holes
On your one day off that week
It’s droppin’ by to see you mom and staying longer than you planned
It’s finding ways to make her laugh
‘N saying yes to her sweet tea

Tell her you’ll be back real soon, make it a promise that you keep, cuz
	
[CHORUS]

So do more giving then you’re getting
Yeah, this life is full of blessings 
And if you feel like you don’t have enough
Just remember how it all adds up
	
[CHORUS]


Written by Derek James and Carin Fradin
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Song: COUNT ON
Writer: Carin Fradin
Email: carin@fradin.com
Phone1:4155173911
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DRIVE

                                                     
                                                        
Drive

V) I left home, lived my life and played the game.. but when I came back this old town was just the same… 

PC) Oh but girl I came back for you.. because out there is a new life is waiting for us to arrive..  

C) So let’s drive… come on I'll take you for a ride… and I promise you baby.. you’ll gonna feel so alive.. so alive .. oh oh lets  drive.. lets drive..


V) I’ll put this car in gear.. and leave this town in the rearview mirror. 

V) And we’ll find a place where we can breathe again.. and take this road to where it ends... 

straight into the black.. cuz baby.. there’s no turning back..

PC) Oh but girl I came back for you.. because out there , a new life is waiting for us to arrive.

C) So let’s drive… come on I'll take you for a ride… and I promise you baby.. you’ll gonna feel so alive.. so alive .. oh oh lets  drive.. lets drive..

O) somewhere out there a new life is waiting for us to arrive… 

So let’s.. drive..
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Song: DRIVE
Writer: Kevin Kilberry
Email: kevinkilberry@msn.com
Phone1:6306311792
Phone2 (if available):6306311792

DROWN A MEMORY

                                                     
                                                        
Drown A Memory

V1
If I could drown a memory
An’ just watch it slip away
I’d round up every bad one
Sink them in a whiskey lake

I’d hold down your goodbye 
An’ feel that pain slowly fade
Just disappearing from my mind 
To the bottom of a Jim Beam grave

CH
Yeah, if I could drown a memory
If I could pick and choose
I’d let every argument go under
An’ save the I love you’s
I’d flood each of my mistakes 
An’ rescue who we used to be
Yeah, if I could drown a memory
I’d drink to you an’ me

V2
I’d drink to all the times 
That you took my breath away
Falling deep into your eyes
Bluer than those ocean waves

I’d drink to every moment 
That I got to call you mine
Never thinking I might lose you
But here I am tonight

CHORUS REPEAT


BRIDGE
Girl, if you were sitting here like me 
Trying to drown a memory
Of the night you left, the day we met
Or something in between
Which one would it be?
Oh, which one would it be?


CHORUS REPEAT

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Song: DROWN A MEMORY
Writer: Melyssa Corrigan
Email: melyssacorrigan@gmail.com
Phone1:8572104709
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HARD DAYS AND WHISKEY NIGHTS

                                                     
                                                        
Hard Days and Whiskey Nights

(Verse 1)
Well, I wake up early, sun's barely risin'
Another day of work, my feet are cryin
But when the clock strikes five I'm headin' down to a place where I can feel.. alive, 


(Pre-Chorus)
The radio's playin' my favorite tunes
And the wind's blowin' through my truck on a warm Friday in June. I've got a pocket full of dreams and a love that's true, so tonight Darlin, all I wanna think about,  is you,..


(Chorus)
Oh were livin Hard days and whiskey nights. Underneath the neon lights
Dancin' with you, holdin' on tight
In this honky-tonk, oh..in this honky-tonk tonight..

(Verse 2)
The jukebox is playin' old Hank Williams songs. 
And the bartender's pourin' shots  and the whole place is singin ...along..

(Pre-Chorus)
The radio's playin' my favorite tunes
And the wind's blowin' through my truck on a warm Friday in June. 
I've got a pocket full of dreams and a love that's true, 
so tonight Darlin, all I wanna think about,  is you,..


(Chorus)
Were livin Hard days and whiskey nights
Underneath the neon lights
Dancin' with you, holdin' on tight
In this honky-tonk, oh..in this honky-tonk tonight..

V) The stars are our witnesses, the floor is our stage as we two-step through the cigarette haze.. 

(Bridge)
The jukebox skips a beat, but we keep dancin, Your eyes meet mine I'm thinkin about romancein.  
We'll keep goin like there's no tomorrow, no worries. no sorrows 

(Chorus)
Were livin Hard days and whiskey nights
Underneath the neon lights
Dancin' with you, holdin' on tight
In this honky-tonk, oh..in this honky-tonk tonight..


(Outro)
As the sun peeks over the horizon, we'll stumble home with memories forever bright. 
Yeah, life ain't easy, but damn it was good last night.. oh.. it was good last night..

In these hard days and whiskey nights

oh whiskey nights..
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Song: HARD DAYS AND WHISKEY NIGHTS
Writer: Kevin Kilberry
Email: kevinkilberry@msn.com
Phone1:6306311792
Phone2 (if available):6306311792

I FISH

                                                     
                                                        
Verse:
For months I couldn’t move the boat that you left; I let the tall grass swallow it up
Today I took the tackle box you stowed in the back to put it with the rest of the stuff 
That you always kept here, your rod and reel, UV shades and your favorite lures
Then I hooked up the boat and drove out to the shore 

Chorus:
I’ve got two bobbers dancing in the middle of the lake
Two beers open, only one I’ll drink
Everybody’s got a way of feeling close to somebody they miss
Some visit graves, some pray; I fish

Verse:
Every time I cast my line, I cast my mind back to long summer days gone by
Drifting on the water with the shadows growing longer searching for new spots to try
As long as I live I won’t know what heaven is, but I’ll bet for you it’s a lot like this

Repeat Chorus:

Bridge:
Something you said runs through my head and my heart starts to ache
You said, “Some lines hold…and some lines break…”

Repeat Chorus:

Tag:
Some visit graves, some pray, I fish

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Song: I FISH
Writer: Brenda Kornblum
Email: brendakornblum@gmail.com
Phone1:423-443-0810
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I'M NOT IN IT

                                                     
                                                        

I’m Not Even In It


Verse:	How do you hold on to what you see
		Do you use pictures or just your memory
		A picture’s not always what it seems
		Things not in the picture can be seen
	
Chorus:	There’s pictures of my daughter
		Pictures of my son
		Pictures of that football team my
		Son played on

		Pictures of my momma
		Laughin’ with my dad
		My grandma in her apron
		In that little red sundress

		One thing’s for certain 
		No matter how you spin it
		The best one you’ll find of me
		I’m not even in it

Verse:	Dad and uncle Steve look a lot like me
		Trot line full of crappie down in Tennessee
		They hung around together their whole life
		Braggin’ on the big ones like the pictures don’t lie

Chorus:	There’s pictures of my daughter
		Pictures of my son
		Pictures of that football team my
		Son played on

		Pictures of my momma
		Laughin’ with my dad
		A few of my grandmother
		And only one of my granddad

		One thing’s for certain 
		No matter how you spin it
		The best one you’ll find of me
		I’m not even in it

Bridge:	I’m not in the first one of my daughter thru the glass
		But I can see my eyes, my nose, she even has my laugh
		I’m nowhere in the frame of my sons’ first steps
		But I’ll bet my last dollar
		That’s the one you’ll see me best

Tag:		One thing’s for certain
		No matter how you spin it
		The best one you’ll find of me
		I’m not even in it
		
                The best one you’ll find of me
		I’m not even in it
		Woohoo woo hoo
		I’m not even in it
		No, no…



©Copyright 2022	Ken O’Neal	(573) 270-2503

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Song: I'M NOT IN IT
Writer: Ken O'Neal
Email: koneal54@gmail.com
Phone1:5732702503
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IF I WAS YOUR HOMETOWN

                                                     
                                                        
IF I WAS YOUR HOMETOWN


You couldn’t hide that pretty smile every time you talked about home
I got to know your beautiful soul in every story that you told
How you met your first real best friend
Where you spent those high school weekends
That was all before I came around but if I could now I’d be
	
	[CHORUS]
That ol’ dive bar when you need a drink
That bench in the park when you need to think 
Your Friday night lights
The stars in your eyes
Every backroad you love to drive 
That lakeside pier where you dip your feet
The flower in your hair, that country breeze
Baby I would still see you around
If I was your hometown

You’d still light up and think of us every time you said my name
No last goodbyes, no lonely nights, nothin’ I’d wish I could change
You’d still hold me, you’d still know me, know me like the back of your hand
I’d be your future, not just your past, mm if I had the chance I’d be
 
	[CHORUS]

I’d mean as much to you as you mean to me
Cuz I’d always be

[CHORUS]

TAG
I wouldn’t have to wonder where you are now
If I was your hometown

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Song: IF I WAS YOUR HOMETOWN
Writer: Carin Fradin
Email: carin@fradin.com
Phone1:4155173911
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IF THIS CHEVY HAD WINGS

                                                     
                                                        
If This Chevy Had Wings
Written By: Amanda Kent

V1
Hands on the wheel
Eyes on the road
Something's missing everywhere I go
I took this Chevy down an old backroad
To clear my head and be alone
I’m left talking to myself
Asking God for help 

CH
If this Chevy had wings
It could take me where you're going
If these tires could bring
This old truck through the gates of Heaven
I could hear you sing
If I had one more night to hold you tight
Dancing in the headlights 
I'd close my eyes 
And wish you didn’t have to say goodbye
But more than anything
If I had one wish, I wish this Chevy had wings

V2 
Cell phone ringing in the passenger seat
Somebody checking up on me
What I’d give to see your name
Calling me for old time’s sake
But that tone will keep on playing
And I’ll keep on praying

CH
If this Chevy had wings
It could take me where you're going
If these tires could bring
This old truck through the gates of Heaven
I could hear you sing
If I had one more night to hold you tight
Dancing in the headlights 
I'd close my eyes 
And wish you didn’t have to say goodbye
But more than anything
If I had one wish, I wish this Chevy had wings

If I had one wish, I wish this Chevy had wings
                                                      

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Song: IF THIS CHEVY HAD WINGS
Writer: Amanda Kent
Email: theamandamccarthy@gmail.com
Phone1:6034391959
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LET IT BURN

                                                     
                                                        
LET IT BURN


Lying on your back
In a bed of sleepin’ daisies
Wonderin' if the moon is
Lonely as you tonite
Feelin lost in a starry sky

Then out of the blue by the cypress tree
It’s like you’re right where you’re supposed to be when he
Wraps you up in his arms, so tight

Yesterday, two kids skipping stones
Now your heart’s skippin beats
Feelin’ things you’ve never known

Let it burn
Stay right there in the flame
Dance while embers fall like rain
Fall like rain
It’s a beautiful thing
Let it burn, Let it burn, Let it burn, Let it burn

As swift as he swept you off your feet
He’s gone, you’re weeping like a willow tree
And you can’t breathe

Yesterday, two hearts beat as one
Now you’re left lettin’ go,
Wonderin’ which way to run

Repeat CH 1

Let the fire reach down in your soul
Let the ashes clear away the old
Girl, hold on!

Let it burn
Stay right there in the flame
Dance while embers fall like rain
Like gold, like growth, like change
It’s a beautiful thing
Let it burn, Let it burn, Let it burn
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Song: LET IT BURN
Writer: Carey Latham
Email: careylathamsells@gmail.com_OLD
Phone1:615-556-2261
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LIVIN' GONE ASTRAY

                                                     
                                                        
Livin’ Gone Astray

V1
The gates are finally open
The road is turning right
Been praying to the stars above
To point me towards the light

The climb’s been unforgiving 
Crawled up and tumbled down
Busted knees and dusty dreams
And cracks left in my crown

PRE (4 5)
In all that getting lost I’ve found

CHORUS
There are so many shes
That have been me along the way
I’m making’ peace with each 
Kissing their cheeks, offering grace
Wrapping them in kindness
And removing all their shame
Dreamers don’t reach dreams without some livin’ gone astray 

I wasn’t made for mainstream
It wasn’t made for me
Some are fine to stay fenced in
And some are born to run free 

Been singing like I’ve lived a life
Since I was just thirteen (open to an alternate line here - was written with a specific artist in mind)
Now turning round it all turned out
Just how it’s supposed to be



REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE 
I’ve loved and I have lost
Sunk my sorrows, paid the cost
I’m only human after all
And I’m still here, after all

CHORUS
Of those wandering she’s
That have been me along the way 
I’m makin’ peace with each 
Kissin their cheeks, offering grace
Wrapping them in kindness
And removing all their shame 
Dreamers don’t reach dreams 
Without some livin’ gone astray
Dreamers don’t reach dreams 
Without some livin’ gone astray
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Song: LIVIN' GONE ASTRAY
Writer: Melyssa Corrigan
Email: melyssacorrigan@gmail.com
Phone1:8572104709
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LONELIEST MAN IN TOWN

                                                     
                                                        

Lonliest Man in Town - Ryan Morrison


E              E/G#m            A                   E
Grew up believing the things I was told
B				A	    E
work hard and you will grow happy and old
E             E/G#m	A                      E/B
I never imagined the things I know now
B			A		E
that I'd be the lonliest man in this town

the first time I saw you my heart went a fire
how did I end up such a fool and a liar
should have known better before it went down
that I'd end up the lonliest man in this town


F#min			B
how did I get here oh where did you go
E/G#min				A
where is the love that made our house a home
F#min			B
you were the luckiest star that I found
E /G#		A	B	E
now I'm the loneliest person in town  / (more insight and depth)
 
C# min - B -  E  X2        ( instrumental bridge)
C#min - B - E - A 

Hindsight is Golden the grass always green  / my grass was green
I wish that the younger me knew what I mean  / seen
If  he knew then,  all the things  (I know now repetitive imagery and information)
I might ¬not be the lonliest person around

you were the luckiest star that I found
and I am the lonliest man in this town

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Song: LONELIEST MAN IN TOWN
Writer: Ryan Morrison
Email: ryanmorrison75@hotmail.com
Phone1:5194207457
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ONCE UPON A LIME

                                                     
                                                        



Contact Info:
Rory S. Thurston
Email: roryscottband@gmail.com
phone: 603-717-6676

ONCE UPON A LIME
Writers: Rory Scott
IPI: 01193847615

Key F#

V1:  

She was sitting all alone
With wind blown hair
 Skin kissed gold
 From the sun and the sand 
She had an empty chair..
N'  she offered it up to me 

So I bought her a beer
N' we got to talkin'
We started laughin'
N'  we took a walk 
That led to a kiss 
to this day 
still feels like a dream

Ch:

From Once upon a lime                                   
And a couple coronas
A little bar on a pier                                 
Just south of Daytona
In a little flip flop town
With the sun goin down
N' the roll of the waves
On the beach all around
Caught up in the rush,                                                   
N' buzzin' off every touch

lost in her eyes
Drunk on the night
                                      
Once upon a lime

V2:

Now for just one night we
found each other
and a spark that lit a fire under
a coconut palm till dawn on that
white beach

N' I know it's crazy but I still wonder
How that fiery night 
didn't fuel another
she was there , then she was gone
like a memory
 
Ch:

Br:

 Now whenever I feel the sun on my skin
or take a sip off one of those Mexican beers
I'm right back there
Tasting her lips again

Ch







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Song: ONCE UPON A LIME
Writer: Rory Scott
Email: Roryscottband@gmail.com
Phone1:6037176676
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PASS IT ALONG (2)

                                                     
                                                        
PASS IT ALONG


There ain't no light at the end of this tunnel
There ain't no gettin' off of this track
When you buy your ticket straight from the devil
I don't think there's no way gettin' back
So I'll be gone, gone, gone
'Cept for this one last song
So pass it along

I can’t find no way out of this darkness
And I ain’t touched a soul in two damn years
Never thought the world could feel so heartless
Never knew nobody’d catch my tears
So I'll be gone, gone, gone
'Cept for this one last song
So pass it along

Sometimes you can’t see that train a comin’
It can sneak up on you right behind your back
Never had no chance to outrun it
Couldn’t find no one to cut my slack
So I’ll be gone, gone, gone
‘Cept for this one last song
So pass it along

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Song: PASS IT ALONG (2)
Writer: Marianne Murdock
Email: musicalwords@hotmail.com
Phone1:9287710025
Phone2 (if available):19287710025

SHOW ME A SIGN

                                                     
                                                        
Show Me a Sign (The Sun Does Shine)

[Verse 1]
Brought up on false charges
Murder in the first degree
The cops and the prosecutor 
Played a part in that old routine
They knew a black man in Alabama
Had a snowball’s chance in hell
Of proving his innocence and
Avoiding a prison cell 
 
[Chorus] 
He said show me, show me a sign 
Innocent folks  
Cannot be confined
Show me, show me a sign 
That reminds me
The Sun does shine
Before the end of the line
Show Me a Sign

[Verse 2]
At work across town in a locked warehouse
He had a perfect alibi
But it was overlooked when he was booked
The judge sentenced him to die
And the polygraph that he had passed 
Was not allowed as evidence
And his court-appointed attorney
Offered up a poor defense
Because a black man in Alabama
Had a snowball’s chance in hell
Of proving his innocence and
Avoiding a prison cell 

[Chorus]
He said show me, show me a sign 
Innocent folks  
Cannot be confined
Show me, show me a sign 
That reminds me
The Sun does shine
Before the end of the line
Show Me a Sign
 
[Bridge]
Now his cell was not too far
From that final chair
And from behind the bars
He could smell the burning flesh
Fill the air

[Verse 3]
A ballistics report from his mother’s gun 
Is what finally cleared his name
But it was three decades of heartache late 
The day it finally came
Because a black man in Alabama
Had a snowball’s chance in hell
Of proving his innocence and
Avoiding a prison cell

[Chorus]
He said show me, show me a sign 
Innocent folks  
Cannot be confined
Show me, show me a sign 
That reminds me
The Sun does shine
Before the end of the line
Show Me a Sign
Show Me a Sign
Show Me a Sign
Show Me a Sign

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Writer Contact Information

Song: SHOW ME A SIGN
Writer: R.X. Bertoldi
Email: rx@rxbertoldi.com
Phone1:425-319-0264
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SOMETHIN' AIN'T RIGHT

                                                     
                                                        
Something Ain't Right
Janet Devers


If I can’t fall asleep ‘cause she’s not by my side 
If my mind keeps replayin’ her last words of goodbye 
If I stare into space drinkin’ bourbon all night
Somethin’ Ain’t Right

If I’m callin’ in sick ‘cause I don’t feel alive
If I’m layin’ in the bed ‘til six o’clock at night 
If her picture’s sweet smile makes me break down inside
Something Ain’t Right

Chorus
Something Ain’t Right when I keep on aching from the memory of her kiss
And dreaming of her touch makes me crazy like this
If only I had held her the last time she cried
I wouldn’t be left holding my foolish pride

If I can’t find the words
to tell her I’ll be 
The man that she needs
If she still believes in me
If the face in the mirror doesn’t like what he sees
Somethn’ Ain’t Right

Repeat Chorus

Bridge
This time I’ll listen as we go
Be the friend and lover she wants to know
I should have trusted her heart by now, it shows... that

Chorus
Somethin’ Aint Right
When I keep on achin’
From the memory of her kiss
And dreamin’ of her touch makes me crazy like this
If only I had held her the last time she cried
I’d still be holdin’ that girl (mmm) tonight
Oh Somethin’ Ain’t Right  (mmm) yeah!



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Song: SOMETHIN' AIN'T RIGHT
Writer: Janet Devers
Email: janetldevers@gmail.com
Phone1:5712639941
Phone2 (if available):5712639940

SPECIAL EVENT - DIM MY LIGHT

                                                     
                                                        
"DIM MY LIGHT"

V
I saw a cloud that was dark and gray
Floating up in the sky
I let it dim my light
I let it dim my light

I chased a dream that couldn’t be caught
Damn near all my life
I let it dim my light
I let it dim my light

	CH
	Everybody gets down, down, down
	Comin’ close to giving up, up, up
	All it takes to turn it all around
	Is a little bit of love, love, love

V
I had a heart that was good as gold
Break in the blink of an eye
I let it dim my light
I let it dim my light

From that point on, no matter what good
Was goin on on in my life
I let it dim my light
I let it dim my light

	REPEAT CH

	REPEAT CH

V
If you’re out in the world somewhere
feeling lonely in this fight
Don’t let it dim your light
Don’t let it dim your light

Cause I been down that road before
And I know what that hurt is like
There’s hope on the other side
Don’t let it dim your light

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Song: SPECIAL EVENT - DIM MY LIGHT
Writer: Brad McKinney
Email: mckinneybrad@gmail.com
Phone1:859-893-8146
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TALKIN' TO HER COFFE CUP

                                                     
                                                        
Talkin’ To Her Coffee Cup

V1
He hangs his cane on the diner coat rack, near his favorite corner booth
Even though he's alone, the waitress sets a place for two
She pours him his black coffee and one more with a touch a' cream
Soon he's deep in conversation with someone only he can see

(Chorus)
He ain't crazy
He's just lonely
Oh, her memory
Keeps him company
Like she's still alive
Gets a twinkle in his eyes
Yeah, they light up
Talkin' to her coffee cup

V2
He says, "whatcha think of our granddaughter, she sure looks like you
Got your hair and eyes, smart as a whip and so darn cute
I've been smilin' at our pictures from the Carolina coast
And I swear you’re right there with me when I watch old videos

Chorus

Bridge
They drove to that diner every Sunday after church
In that booth, they called their own, he proposed to her 

Chorus

Oh, you outta see his eyes light up
Talkin' to her coffee cup…ummm
Talkin' to her coffee cup


Copyright Pat Kelley, BMI
pk2@vermontel.net
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Song: TALKIN' TO HER COFFE CUP
Writer: Pat Kelley
Email: pk2@vermontel.net
Phone1:802-885-3307
Phone2 (if available):802-376-8847

THAT WAS ME

                                                     
                                                        
That was me

V1
Hell on wheels, seventeen,
Burning goodyears and valvoline,
In a worn out Ford,
That was me,

V2
Thought I knew bout’ everything,
Chasing crazy high school dreams,
So far from the truth,
Yeah that was me,

Chorus
That was me ten feet tall being bulletproof,
Like a rebel without a cause
Like I had something to prove,
That was me dust on boots faded Levi Jeans,
Tugging hearts with the same six strings,
Just like now, back then, that was me,

V3
Overnight I’ve come and gone,
Like them glory days in my song,
Old young memories,
Thinking that was me,

Chorus
That was me ten feet tall being bulletproof,
Like a rebel without a cause
Like I had something to prove,
That was me dust on boots faded Levi Jeans,
Tugging hearts with the same six strings,
Just like now, back then, that was me

Bridge
Still believe I’m the same as I used to be,
Looking in the mirror it’s gettin’ harder to see,

Chorus
That was me ten feet tall being bulletproof,
Like a rebel without a cause
Like I had something to prove,
That was me dust on boots faded Levi Jeans,
Tugging hearts with the same six strings,
Just like now, back then, that was me

Just like now back then that was me,

Just like now back then that was me...
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Song: THAT WAS ME
Writer: Tim Clarrey
Email: tclarrey@gmail.com
Phone1:8165880918
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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 David Nicastro nickastro@yahoo.com (856) 206 7191
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Song: THE OTHER SIDE OF MIDNIGHT
Writer: David Nicastro
Email: nickastro@yahoo.com
Phone1:856 206 7191
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THIS OLD T-SHIRT

                                                     
                                                        
This Old T-Shirt


It’s a little ripped around the sleeves,
Faded from summers down at the beach
Bought it at a George Strait show in the stadium parking lot
Good times soaked in every stitch
Older it gets the better it fits
When you wore it to bed I’d wanna take it off     

Chorus
If This Old T-Shirt Could Talk...
It’d tell you ‘bout the night we met, 
How pretty you looked in your summer dress
4th of July Fireworks in your eyes
It’d tell you ‘bout every single date
How we finally kissed by your front gate 
Underneath that full moon southern sky
It would remind us of all the memories we’ve got
If This Ol’ T Shirt Could Talk

Now I only wear it once in a while, 
But puttin’ it on still makes me smile
Late night bonfire parties come flashing back 
You’ve been telling me its got to go
Seen better days, its full of holes
But I can’t just throw away part of our past

Chorus
If This Old T-Shirt Could Talk...
It’d tell you ‘bout the night we met, 
How pretty you looked in your summer dress
4th of July Fireworks in your eyes
It’d tell you ‘bout every single date
Like skinny dippin in that mountain Lake
Underneath that full moon southern sky
It would remind us of all the memories we’ve got
If This Ol’ T Shirt Could Talk

I love every moment we’ve had together
It takes me back, to everything I treasure

Chorus
If This Old T-Shirt Could Talk...
It’d tell you ‘bout the night we met, 
How pretty you looked in your summer dress
4th of July Fireworks in your eyes
It’d tell you ‘bout every single date
When I hid that ring in your birthday cake...
Tears of joy welling up in your eyes
It would remind us of all the memories we’ve got
If This Ol’ T Shirt Could Talk




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Writer Contact Information

Song: THIS OLD T-SHIRT
Writer: Scott Miller
Email: millerscott2@mac.com
Phone1:202-210-1062
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WALKING THROUGH YOUR MEMORY

                                                     
                                                        
WALKING THROUGH YOUR MEMORY

I sit alone and watch the sun rise and fall through that window
But it don’t change the scene I’m living in
Cause I’m lost, in my thoughts, where does the time go
Another beautiful day, slipped away, again
While I was
	
	[CHORUS]
	Walkin through your memory
	Like I’ve done a million times
	It’s your face in every picture
	In the hallways of my mind
	It’s like you’ve never moved out
	Like you never left this town
	I’ve tried runnin’ but you catch me
	Forever walking through your memory

Wish I could find, somewhere you ain’t, but so far that’s nowhere
Cause every place I go holds stories of our past
I’ve tried the bottle, tried the bible, but you’re always right there
I can’t escape, or turn the page on what we had
So I keep

[CHORUS]

TAG: Yeah every day since you left me 
I’ve been walking through your memory

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Song: WALKING THROUGH YOUR MEMORY
Writer: Carin Fradin
Email: carin@fradin.com
Phone1:4155173911
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WHEN IT AIN'T SUNDAY

                                                     
                                                        
When It Ain't Sunday

She’s in the perfect dress and the perfect shoes
n’There they sit in a wooden pew
The perfect family as far as everybody knew
The preacher’s always thankin’ them for puttin’ in their 10 percent
The neighbors praise them for everything they do

Then lunch is served out behind the church
Where a covered dish hides more than fried chicken

She runs barefoot through the gravel til she reaches the mimosa tree
And a dirt path takes her to where the tall pines sway
Where daisies wait like friends that share her pain
And a God she prays makes her strong enough to face 
Who she’s livin’ with when it ain’t Sunday

She steps off of a yellow school bus 
Through a cloud’a red-dirt dust
Will she walk in to a hug or a house blowin’ up
And if so, it’ll be her fault cause mom’s crazy and dad’s drunk gone 
And they’ll both use her to hurt the other one

She’ll hide her weekday bruises cause, 
Lord knows, black and blue don’t match a Sunday bow

She runs barefoot through the gravel til she reaches the mimosa tree
And a dirt path takes her to where the tall pines sway
Where daisies wait like friends that share her pain
And a God she prays makes her strong enough to face 
Who she’s livin’ with when it ain’t Sunday

One day a week she plays their perfect little soldier
The other six, she’s at battle alone, but she’s focused

Runnin’ barefoot through the gravel til she reaches the mimosa tree
And a dirt path takes her to where the tall pines sway
Where daisies wait like friends that share her pain
And a God she prays makes her strong enough to face 
Who she’s livin’ with when it ain’t Sunday

The Monday paper showed 
The house, the neighbors baffled
Nothin but ashes,  in a picture that read 
No survivors, just a set of footprints ……


Runnin’ barefoot through the gravel
til she reached the mimosa tree
And a dirt path took her to where the tall pines sway
Where daisies waited like friends that shared her pain
And a God that finally made her strong enough to face 
Who she was livin’ with...............
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Song: WHEN IT AIN'T SUNDAY
Writer: Carey Latham
Email: careylathamsells@gmail.com_OLD
Phone1:615-556-2261
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