This Old Heart (written by Rachel Messer)
Well it all went down the twenty-something day of some old month
And I can't say I'm sad, cause I'd had enough
And I promise I don't miss you it's just ever since you left
It's been heartache after heartache, my life has been a wreck
And my guitar don't tune right anymore
The dogs been gone at least a week or more
And I've went half crazy trying to find the time to let you go
But this old heart needs convincing you might still walk though my door
The thoughts of you are like a broken record in this heart of mine
Playing all my favorite memories, over in this lonesome mind
I tell my heart I don't need you and I'm better off alone
But I'm just lying, crying, settin' by the phone
And my guitar don't tune right anymore
The dogs been gone at least a week or more
And I've went half crazy trying to find the time to let you go
But this old heart needs convincing you might still walk though my door
California Sunrise (written by Rachel Messer)
Can't catch my breath, can't breathe real deep
I'm three hours behind, so I can't sleep
I miss my old guitar, the West Virginia stars
There ain't none out here
There ain't none out here
I hear em' laugh, I see em' smile
Only reminds me, it's been a while
And I just wanna go home, but I'm out here putting on a show
More than you know
You say I'm out here doing right, but why can't I sleep at night
You tell me it's gonna be alright
I say I'm doing fine, but that's a lie
Cause I'd take the look in your eyes
Over the California Sunrise
Keep writing letters that I can't send
I called you today but you didn't pick up again
Feel so much further than I am
Don't know when I'll be back
Why does happy seem to feel so sad
I'm an overthinker, and that's bad
Don't wanna stay but I don't wanna go
It's starting to feel like home
Yeah it feels like home
You say I'm out here doing right, but why can't I sleep at night
You tell me it's gonna be alright
I say I'm doing fine, but that's a lie
Cause I'd take the look in your eyes
Over the California Sunrise
Where The Weeping Willow Cries (Written by Rachel Messer)
I love the way these strings sound when you play it open
I love the way love feels when it's grey and old and
I love the way that roosters sing
And daddys and mamas can fix anything
And I love the way old records sound
And carousels that go round and round
But that just brings me back to missing you
And I love the way my mamaw talks, her stories that go on and on
And when I call back and homes on the other line
Yeah I love the place where the weeping willow cries
I love the way you make me forget about today
That feeling of peace when you hit your knees and pray
I love when your favorite song comes on
And you sleep real good all night long
And I love the way old records sound
And carousels that go round and round
But that just brings me back to missing you
And I love the way my mamaw talks, her stories that go on and on
And when I call back and homes on the other line
Yeah I love the place where the weeping willow cries
It Always Rains When I'm Lonesome (Written by Larry Cordle)
Storm of emotions, down in my soul
Clouds in my eyes mean the tears may roll
I know the sun can't shine all of the time
But won't somebody please tell me why
It always rains when I'm lonesome
Sets in for the day when I'm missing you
Stuck inside, having no fun
But it always rain when I'm lonesome
When I'm lonesome
Oh how I wish that I could go outside
Pack a picnic lunch and watch my fishing line
I don't wanna sing my blues, but I'm down on my luck
Oh on days like these I wish I was a duck
It always rains when I'm lonesome
Sets in for the day when I'm missing you
Stuck inside, having no fun
But it always rain when I'm lonesome
When I'm lonesome
Too Good To Be True (Written by Larry Cordle)
In a 68' Camaro, little girl a big four lane
Lord she's flying like an arrow across the Pontchartrain
To a man down in New Orleans
Says he loves her eyes of blue
Swears she'll never want for nothing
And he sounds too good to be true
And she's dreaming of the parties
He is sure to take her to
And all the big white houses down on Saint Charles Ave.
Where she's 21 and ready to shake the small town blues
Oh she knows right where she's headed
And it's too good to be true
A tender hearts an easy victim
For an old silver tongue
And it always seems to pick on the innocent and young
They don't know there ain't no shortcut on the road to happiness
But they don't know the simple rule if it sounds too good to be true
It probably is
Now she can see those city lights
And she should be full of hope
Then suddenly she hears her daddy
And the last words that he spoke
Well sister always be a good girl
And please remember this
I don't care what he's telling you, if it sounds too good to be true
It probably is
A tender hearts an easy victim
For an old silver tongue
And it always seems to pick on the innocent and young
They don't know there ain't no shortcut on the road to happiness
But they don't know the simple rule if it sounds too good to be true
It probably is
In a 68' Camaro, little girl a big four lane
Lord she's flying like an arrow across the Pontchartrain
Jesus and My 6 String (Written by Rachel Messer)
I got Jesus and my 6 string
Love and my family
Bluegrass in the bottom, campfires in autumn
Fancy dates in the city can't compare to how I feel
When I'm settin' in the porch swing, hearing them whippoorwills
No I don't need a thing, I got Jesus and my 6 string
Front porch pickin', Johnny Cash listenin' yeah those are the days that I get to missing
When I'm outta my town away from route 52
Cruising in my S-10 in my high heel shoes
I got Jesus and my 6 string
Love and my family
Bluegrass in the bottom, campfires in autumn
Fancy dates in the city can't compare to how I feel
When I'm settin' in the porch swing, hearing them whippoorwills
No I don't need a thing, I got Jesus and my 6 string
Getting up early for church Sunday morning
Old Gene Jackson, preachin' up a storm
That good gospel singing bringing us to our feet
That old time religion, baptizing in the creed
(yodel)
I got Jesus and my 6 string
Love and my family
Bluegrass in the bottom, campfires in autumn
Fancy dates in the city can't compare to how I feel
When I'm settin' in the porch swing, hearing them whippoorwills
No I don't need a thing, I got Jesus and my 6 string