MARK WAYNE HAGOOD - GUITAR/HARMONICA/VOCALS

ROGER WILLIAMSON - DRUMS

DAVID WIMPRINE - BASS

SHADY MITCHELL - STEEL GUITAR/FIDDLE

MARK HICKS - LEAD GUITAR

DEBRA PALACIOS-LOVEN - BACKUP VOCALS

SHAREESA GARRETT - BACKUP VOCALS

CECIL BYRD - BACKUP VOCALS



ABOUT THE CD

Raised in West Texas (Sweetwater) before spreading wings to lots of places, Mark returned home back to those roots to record and release a compilation of some of the best songs written to date by Mark Wayne Hagood. A big fan of Texas Music and a respecter of the Classic Country that built Nashville and the wide-spread love for country music, Mark has written songs about lost love, moving past love and holding onto love and how to keep a levity throughout it all. The CD also pays tribute to his dad, a hometown/small town barber for almost 50 years, with an acoustic ending song "Barber's Kid". Always a HUGE Waylon Jennings fan, and counted as one of his biggest musical influences, Mark's sound summons the "Waylon" sound to life, while keeping a unique-ness not unlike another songwriting hero of Mark's, Robert Earl Keen. Each song speaks to every listener differently, and the wide array of feelings throughout the lyrics on the CD guarantees that depending on where you are in your life at any given point, a certain song will be sure to hit you right between the eyes and/or through the heart. This is not a CD to simply listen to. This is a CD to experience.



ABOUT THE CD TITLE:  (FROM MARK)

I WAS IN NASHVILLE, TN, STANDING BEHIND TOOTSIE'S WHEN I LOOKED UP AND THOUGHT I SAW MY LAST NAME SCRATCHED INTO THE MORTAR BETWEEN TWO BRICKS OF THE BRICK WALL.  I THOUGHT, WHY WOULD MY NAME BE THERE?  I  WALKED CLOSER TO OBSERVE IT WAS THE NUMBER 4, THEN "A GOOD TIME", BUT THE NUMBER 4 AND THE "A GOOD" WAS CLOSE ENOUGH THAT IT LOOKED LIKE "HAGOOD".  I QUICKLY REALIZED IF YOU JUST PUT A LEG ON THE NUMBER 4, IT TURNS THE 4 INTO AN "H" AND SPELLS HAGOOD TIME.  I KNEW THEN, STANDING BEHIND TOOTSIE'S IN NASHVILLE, THAT MY NEXT PROJECT WOULD BE CALLED "4 HAGOOD TIME".


SPECIAL THANKS:  (FROM MARK)

INSIDE OF THE CD JACKET, I USED THE SMALL AMOUNT OF SPACE TO SAY THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO CONTRIBUTED TO THE PROJECT.  ADDITIONALLY, I WANT TO ADD THANKS TO JOAH "BEAVER" HENRY WHO LINED UP THE DRUM SET FOR RECORDING AND THANKS TO TODD FOR LENDING US THE DRUM SET.  THANKS TO JASON KAZMARK FOR SOME TIME AGO COMING UP WITH THE MWH LOGO THAT IS STILL USED TODAY.  CAN'T SAY ENOUGH ABOUT MARK HICKS AND TRENT STUDIOS FOR A WONDERFUL RECORDING EXPERIENCE BACK IN MY HOMETOWN OF SWEETWATER, TX.  IT WAS A BLAST SHARING THE EXPERIENCE OF WATCHING THE PROJECT EVOLVE WITH MARK HICKS.  OF COURSE, THANKS TO ROGER WILLIAMSON FOR GETTING ON THE SILVER EAGLE AND COMING TO WEST TEXAS TO LAY DOWN THE DRUM TRACKS.  ROGER AND I HAVE PLAYED MUSIC FOR OVER A DECADE TOGETHER AND I WOULDN'T HAVE HAD ANYONE ELSE LAY DOWN THE FOUNDATION OF THE PROJECT WITH THE DRUM TRACKS.  THANKS TO DAVID WIMPRINE FOR PLAYING BASS.  THANKS TO SHADY MITCHELL FOR STEEL AND FIDDLE.  SHADY DID AN INCREDIBLE JOB, NOT PREVIOUSLY HAVING KNOWN THE SONGS, AND STILL CAPTURED THE FEEL I WAS HOPING FOR OUT OF THE STEEL GUITAR.    THANKS TO MARK HICKS WHO WHILE ENGINEERING THE PROJECT BEGAN TO HEAR IN HIS HEAD LEAD GUITAR LICKS THAT FLAVORED EACH SONG AND THEN MADE IT HAPPEN WITH HIS GREAT TALENT ON THE TELECASTER.  THANKS GOES OUT TO DEBRA PALACIOS-LOVEN, SHAREESA  GARRETT AND CECIL BYRD FOR COMING BY TO SING SOME BACKGROUND/BACKUP VOCALS.  AND THANKS TO MY DAUGHTER WHOSE BIRTHDAY (APRIL 20TH) THIS PROJECT WAS RELEASED ON FOR HER PHOTOGRAPHY FOR THE COVER OF THE CD.  THAT PHOTO WAS CREATED ON MY PROPERTY IN SOUTH CAROLINA, THE BAY-B-RANCH, DOWN AT WHAT'S KNOWN AFFECTIONATELY AS THE "HOG PARLOR".  THANKS TO BECKY STOKES WHO THEN DID THE PHOTOGRAPHY FOR THE INSIDE PHOTOS AND BACK OF THE CD, THOSE PICTURES BEING TAKEN AT THE HOUSE I GREW UP IN RIGHT THERE IN SWEETWATER, TX.  

SPECIAL THANKS TO GOD FOR ANY AMOUNT OF TALENT AND FOR INSTILLING IN ME THE DESIRE TO PERSEVERE TO FOLLOW A DREAM.  


I'VE DEDICATED THIS PROJECT TO MY DAD, WAYNE HAGOOD, MY OTHER INSPIRATION, BY EXAMPLE, OF HOW TO BE INSPIRED TO SUCCEED AND HOW TO TREAT OTHERS WITH LOVE AND RESPECT.  READ THE LINER NOTES BELOW FOR HOW EACH SONG GOT IT'S START IN MY MIND BEFORE TRANSFERRING IT TO PAPER AND GUITAR STRINGS.  IF YOU LIKE THE CD, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, ENCOURAGE OTHERS TO GO GET IT AS WELL.  


LINER NOTES:  (FROM MARK)


I’D BE SOBER

I’ve joked many times before playing this song that I might have been a bit bitter when I wrote this.  I did write it after my divorce, but really, it wasn’t out of bitterness or anger.  It was meant to be funny, and yet at the same time, I did find the inspiration to write it after realizing I really had moved on.  A more serious song, “Memories Last” was more about the reflection part of moving on past a relationship.  This one was just a fun song and trying to keep it light, and definitely positive.  A line was changed in the bridge of the song from “watch fireflies as they light up and glow” to “go to the places we used to go”, thereby making sure it wasn’t a personal song.  All in all, classic saying, “if I had a shot of whiskey every time I think about you, I’d be sober.”

 

Movin’ Thru Life

This song was first conceived standing on a very busy street corner of Lower Broadway in Nashville.  I thought, wow, I want to get to where all that good music is coming from and I’m stuck on this corner until the light changes.  UGH.   I like moving, not standing still.  Originally, the opening line was “Standing ON a corner ain’t ever done much for me”.  But it made more sense to anyone else to change it to “Standing IN a corner”, i.e., I ain’t no wallflower.  I knew I had the song when I compared movin’ thru life to dancing through life.  I love to dance, always have; grew up dancing and watching my folks go dancing.   Jitterbugging through the good times, slow dancing through the strife.  No matter what life throws ya, find the beat of it and dance your way through it.

 

Lost

This song I first envisioned as a video.  That’s the only time that’s ever happened.  I pictured a guy taking “missing” posters around town asking everyone he saw if they had seen this person.  I even pictured him asking everyone in a tavern, everyone shaking their head no, guy leaves and girl comes out of the restroom and everyone had covered for her.  The song was first called “Missing”.  Then I had the chance to play in in Luckenbach, TX for some folks and told them I was struggling over whether to call it “Missing” or “Lost”.  After I played the song, it was unanimous that everyone thought it should be called “Lost”,  and so it is.

 

Small Town Way

This is the only song that was previously recorded and even put on our band’s first CD.  This song is slightly biographical.  The Bill and Russell in the song do exist and were my high school buddies.  I grew up in little Sweetwater, TX, population about 10,000 and one high school.  Truthfully, there are three 4-lane roads in town, not one.  But K-mart was where you parked your car unless you were dragging the strip from the Sonic to the First National Bank and back, over and over.  Heading to the cliché’ pits was a real thing and where our “secret” keg parties were held.  And if the principal doesn’t care for you in a small town high school, yep, that sucks.  Can even get ya kicked out of the National Honor Society.  In the words of songwriter Bobby Pinson, “don’t ask me how I know.”  All in all, I was trying to capture that going to high school in a small town is vastly different than experiencing those years in a big city where there exists so many things to do, and that instead you learned to invent your own fun out of necessity during those formative years in a small town.  I love the song enough to now have it on two CDs.

 

Texas Tumbleweed

A songwriter from Texas who now resides in South Carolina, Dean Cook,  once called me a “Texas Tumbleweed” because of all of the travelling I do.  I told him that was a cool nickname and that I was going to write a song about it.  One night shortly after, I grabbed a spiral notebook, wrote all of the lyrics, put it down for the night, came back the next day and put the melody to it.  I love it.  I thank Dean for helping me to realize the symbolism and the traits that a Texas Tumbleweed and I so commonly share.

 

Had Me at Hell-No.

Everyone knows the saying “You had me at hello”.  When my kids took issue with me saying no to something they wanted and therefore they wanted to argue the point, I used to say, “what’s giving you trouble, the N or the O?  Remembering that, and having an idea for the hook “you had me at hell-no”, I went to work and came up with this sounds-different song. 

 

Memories Last

This is the truly reflective song on when a relationship goes bad and it’s time to move on, but why throw the baby out with the bathwater?  Memories were made, life was experienced. It’s okay to still have memories, even though you gotta keep moving forward.   I came up with the first part of the song, that life is like a book and has more than one chapter and you have to read on.  Then I was stuck.  I put the song down for over six months when one night I woke up in the middle of the night and thought, life’s also like a movie; it has more than one scene, you can’t keep rewinding, you have to keep it on play.  I finished the song, comparing life to a book and to a movie.  You gotta move on, but you can always “flip back” and “rewind” because Memories Last.

 

This Song Might Never Have Been

Fun song.  Wrote it awhile back on a dare I couldn’t write a song in 5 minutes.  I accomplished it in under 5 minutes. Talks about you left, it made me feel a certain way, so I wrote it down in the form of a song; song made it to number 1, and I have you leaving me to thank for my #1 hit song.  The end of the song transfers to a bar scene where it’s envisioned everyone has their glasses raised high and are swaying left to right and singing along to the chorus Irish-style.  I even put headphones on my 83 year old dad and got him to sing the chorus and we laid it in with the rest of the folks singing, so that’s special to me that he’s in there.  He’s the baritone low voice.  Can’t miss it.

 

Not Broke

I was sitting in a motel room in Nashville and knew I needed a more upbeat song for the CD.  I had fallen in love with the “Hard Working Americans” version of Hayes Carl’s “Stomp and Holler”.  I was wearing it out.  Cool thing was they were in town for the Americana Awards and I got to see/hear them do the song while in town.  Before and after doing so, I put together Not Broke.  The motel I was in was a fairly run-down extended stay place with an old stove and microwave and a wobbly chair.  I like how the song came together and my harmonica playing on the song gave it that “stomp and holler” feel, along with Roger’s kick drum beat.  I knew I had the final piece to the puzzle, i.e., the last song (an upbeat one) for the CD.

 

Barber’s Kid

I grew up in small Sweetwater, TX and my dad was a town barber all of my life.  I never knew him doing anything else.  He had me and my other brothers all take turns being his shoeshine boy and barber shop cleaner-upper as we went through junior high and first part of high school.  I loved it.  Didn’t like hopping out of the shoeshine stand to ask everyone who came in wearing boots or shine-able shoes if they wanted a shine because I hated the possible rejection.  But I could put a mean shine on ‘em if the answer was yes.  In addition to shining shoes/boots, I was responsible for cleaning mirrors, sinks, windows, straightening magazines, filling latherizers and even filtering cigarette butts out of white-sand ashtrays.  But it was men joking, laughing, cussing the president, getting to see the local sheriff come in, or football coaches, or the banker, basically a who’s-who of a small town.  I watched them appreciate my dad.  I watched my dad appreciate them.  I saw first-hand my dad’s hard work day in and day out.  To this day, at age 83, he is so respected around town.  People shake his hand and tell him they need a haircut.  They remind him that he cut their hair for years or when they were a kid and recount getting a piece of bubble gum for being good in the chair.  When he retired after almost 50 years of barbering, he was giving first haircuts to little babies that he gave that baby’s dad HIS first haircut.  Andy Griffith Show, not quite, but certainly some small town resemblances and a part of my life I’ll always treasure.  I dedicated this CD to my dad whom I love so much that words here or words in a written song cannot express.  But I certainly wanted to come up with something that expressed my admiration for the man and let him and the world know that the life he provided me growing up was one I have used many times as a measuring tool for having a work ethic, a lesson in how to treat people, a study in humility, and an overall appreciation that almost anything is possible if you give it your best for a long enough period of time.  I love you, Dad!


SONG LYRICS


I'D BE SOBER:  

I CAN LISTEN TO SAD SONGS AND I DON’T CRY / I NO LONGER HAVE A PROBLEM WITH GOODBYES.  I CAN DRIVE PAST YOUR HOUSE AND NOT SLOW DOWN.  I DON’T WEAR A FROWN AROUND THIS TOWN.  I GUESS WHAT I’M SAYING IS I KNOW THAT IT’S OVER, AND IF I HAD A SHOT OF WHISKEY EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT YOU, I’D BE SOBER.

THERE REALLY IS LIFE AFTER YOU JUST UP AND QUIT.  I NOW KNOW  I CAN WITHSTAND A PRETTY GOOD HIT.  LIVIN AND LAUGHIN STILL DO EXIST AND THEY’VE REPLACED WHAT I THOUGHT I’D ALWAYS MISS.  I GUESS WHAT I’M SAYING IS I’M OKAY THAT IT’S OVER.  AND IF I HAVE A SHOT OF WHISKEY EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT YOU, I’LL BE SOBER.

I CAN WALK DOWN THE PATHS WE USED TO STROLL, AND GO TO THE PLACES WE USED TO GO, AND JUST SHAKE MY HEAD AND CHALK IT UP TO THE PAST.  YOUR MEMORY AIN’T IN THE BOTTOM OF AN OL’ SHOT GLASS…. NO….

SO I CAN WATCH A LOVE STORY ON T.V. AND IT DON’T MAKE ME THINK ABOUT YOU AND ME.  THAT’S HOW I KNOW I’M OVER YOU, THERE AIN’T NOTHING ABOUT YOU THAT MAKES ME BLUE.  I GUESS WHAT I’M SAYING IS I’M GLAD THAT IT’S OVER.  AND IF I HAD A SHOT OF WHISKEY EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT YOU, I’D  BE SOBER.  YEAH, IF I HAD A SHOT OF WHISKEY EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT YOU, I’D BE SOBER.


MOVIN THRU LIFE


JUST STANDING IN A CORNER AIN’T EVER DONE MUCH FOR ME, I’M MORE ABOUT MOVING AND CHANGING THE SCENERY. IF YOU WANT HAVE FUN JUST LACE UP YOUR SHOES, KEEP THE PACE I’M KEEPING DON’T INTERRUPT THE VIEW.  YOU CAN LEAD OR FOLLOW OR GET OUT OF MY WAY, BUT IF YOU’RE GOING WITH ME IT WON’T LOOK THE SAME EACH DAY.

 ‘CAUSE I’M 2 STEPPING AND WALTZING THROUGH LIFE, I JITTERBUG THROUGH THE GOOD TIMES / SLOW DANCING THROUGH THE STRIFE.  I MIGHT BE RUNNING OR WALKING AND SOMETIMES I CRAWL, BUT ONE THING I AIN’T DOING AT ALL IS SITTING IN A (CHAIR/RECLINER/CHANNEL SURFIN) WHILE THE WHOLE WORLD PASSES ME BY, I’M MOVING I’M MOVING IM MOVING THROUGH MY LIFE

I DON’T MIND AT ALL YOUR COMPANY.  FOR HAGOOD TIME JUST / TAG ALONG WITH ME.  NO TELLIN WHERE WE’LL GO / NO TELLIN WHAT WE’LL SEE, BUT IF YOU’RE IN TO STAYIN STILL / SOON YA WON’T SEE ME.  I’LL BE FURTHER AWAY ‘TIL I CAN’T BE SEEN, BUT DON’T WORRY I AIN’T GONE.  I’M JUST WHERE I NEED TO BE…

‘CAUSE I’M 2 STEPPING AND WALTZING THROUGH LIFE, I JITTERBUG THROUGH THE GOOD TIMES / SLOW DANCING THROUGH THE STRIFE.  I MIGHT BE RUNNING OR WALKING AND SOMETIMES I CRAWL, BUT ONE THING I AIN’T DOING AT ALL IS SITTING IN A (CHAIR/RECLINER/CHANNEL SURFIN) WHILE THE WHOLE WORLD PASSES ME BY, I’M MOVING I’M MOVING IM MOVING THROUGH MY LIFE

YOU DON’T HAVE TO MOVE SLOW, YOU DON’T HAVE TO MOVE FAST, BUT IF YOU DON’T MOVE AT ALL YOU’LL SEE NOTHING BUT MY ELBOWS AND ASK ME WHAT I’M DOIN

I’M 2 STEPPING AND WALTZING THROUGH LIFE, JITTERBUGGING THROUGH THE GOOD TIME,  SLOW DANCING THROUGH THE STRIFE, I MIGHT BE RUNNING OR WALKING AND SOMETIMES I CRAWL, BUT ONE THING I AIN’T DOING AT ALL IS SITTING IN A (CHAIR/RECLINER/CHANNEL SURFIN) WHILE THE WHOLE WORLD PASSES ME BY

I’M MOVING I’M MOVING IM MOVING THROUGH MY LIFE.  I’M MOVING I’M MOVING IM MOVING THROUGH MY LIFE.


LOST

I HUNG THE FLYERS ON EVERY POST COMIN OUT OF THE GROUND AND IN EVERY STORE FRONT WINDOW IN EVERY STORE IN THIS TOWN
THE FLYERS HAVE YOUR PICTURE AND MY NUMBER FOR someone TO CALL, SO I’M SITTING BY THE PHONE IN CASE SOMEBODY SAW (CAUSE…)
CHORUS:  EVERYONE SHOULD (2nd will) KNOW THAT YOU’RE MISSING AND EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW THAT YOU’RE GONE
AND EVERYONE KNOWS THERE’S A REWARD IF THEY CAN JUST GET YOU BACK HOME
THE REWARD AIN’T FOR THE ONE WHO BRINGS YOU BACK THOUGH I’D GLADLY / PAY that COST
THE REWARD’ll go TO YOU ‘CAUSE I’LL CHANGE ALL I’VE DONE TO MAKE YOU DECIDE TO BE LOST.
V2:  I SHOW YOUR PICTURE AT EVERY TAVERN AND BAR AND JUST PLEAD FOR A HINT or A CLUE or JUST A SIMPLE LEAD
I LEASED A BILLBOARD WITH A PHOTO OF WHEN YOU USED TO SMILE SO EVERY CAR DRIVING BY CAN SEE IT FOR A COUNTRY MILE (SO…) (CHORUS)
V3:  I’D PUT IT ON A MILK CARTON BUT THEY DON’T DO THAT NO MORE AND THE FOLKS DOWN AT AMBER ALERT SAY man THAT AIN’T WHAT IT’S USED FOR

AND 911 SAYS YOUR LEAVIN AIN’T A TRUE EMERGENCY BUT THEY DON’T UNDERSTAND I DON’T KNOW WHERE YOU COULD BE (CHORUS)


SMALL TOWN WAY

ME AND BIILL AND RUSSELL FIGURIN OUT OUR DREAMS ON THE ONLY FOUR LANE COMIN THROUGH TOWN THAT’S A SMALL TOWN FRIDAY NITE SCENE
FIGHTS IN THE KMART PARKIN LOT AND BACK SEAT RENDEVOUS.  SCORE SOME BEER SO WE CAN DRINK ‘CAUSE FOOTBALL TEAM’S GONNA WIN   - OR LOSE
(CHORUS)  THAT’S A SMALL TOWN HIGH SCHOOL WEEKEND CAN’T SAY THERE’S NOTHING TO DO.  IT JUST TAKES MORE IMAGINATION THAN A BIG CITY DEMANDS OF YOU
DON’T HAVE A BIG MALL WITH A GO CART TRACK AND A 10 SCREEN CINEPLEX BUT WE’D GATHER AT THE VACANT FIVE AND DIME HIPPIES PUNKS AND FARMIN REDNECKS
AND STUCK BEHIND A TRACTOR IS THE ONLY TRAFFIC JAM
EVERYBODY KNOWS EVERYBODY’S NAME.  IT’S A DIFFERENT WAY OF GOIN THROUGH HIGH SCHOOL WITH BIG DREAMS IN A SMALL TOWN WAY

 V1:  AS LONG AS SOMEONE’S GOT SOME WHEELS AND AT LEAST ENOUGH GAS.  WE CAN HEAD DOWN TO THE CLICHÉ PITS / DRIVIN WAY TOO FAST
AND PUMPIN THAT KEG TIL IT RUNS DRY BUT YA GOTTA GET YOUR OWN CUP.  DON’T MATTER IF IT’S HANK OR ZZ TOP ROLL DOWN THE WINDOWS AND CRANK IT UP
(CHORUS)
V2:  JOBS AT THE LOCAL GROCREY STORE FAST FOOD OR HAULIN’ HAY AND LISTENING TO THE LOCAL RADIO / ‘CAUSE YA KNOW THE LOCAL D.J.
AND ONLY JUST ONE HIGH SCHOOL AND JUST ONE PRINCIPAL TOO.  SURE HAD TO BE CREATIVE IF HE DIDN’T CARE FOR YOU
AND WHEN A NEW FACE WOULD COME TO TOWN AND SHOW UP AT THE SCHOOL IF IT’S A GIRL WE’D HOPE SHE’S SMOKIN’ HOT, IF IT’S A GUY HE BETTER BE COOL.
(CHORUS)


TEXAS TUMBLEWEED

IT MIGHT STICK AROUND TOWN FOR A MINUTE AND THEN BLOW RIGHT ON OUT IN THE DIRECTION OF THE WIND
it MIGHT GET STUCK BUT ONLY FOR A WHILE THEN ROLL ON AND ON FOR MILE AFTER MILE

CHORUS:  IT’S A TEXAS TUMBLEWEED, IT USED TO BE ROOTED BUT NOW IT ROLLS FREE
GETTING CAUGHT UP FOR A MINUTE BUT THEN IT’S ROLLIN AGAIN, IT’S A TEXAS TUMBLEWEED

iN CITIES AND TOWNS / IT DON'T FAIR WELL AT ALL TANGLED UP IN SOMETHING OR STUCK ‘GAINST A WALL
BUT OUT IN THE OPEN FREEDOM ABOUNDS ONLY FENCES AND DITCHES CAN HOPE TO SLOW IT DOWN
(CHORUS)
SO NOW I KNOW AND I REALIZE WATCHIN THEM AS THEY TUMBLE ON BY , THE SAME ATTRIBUTES LIVE RIGHT HERE WITHIN ME
I’M NOTHING BUT A TEXAS TUMBLEWEED
(chorus) I'M A TEXAS TUMBLEWEED, I USED TO BE ROOTED BUT NOW I ROLL FREE
GETTING CAUGHT UP FOR A MINUTE BUT THEN I'M ROLLIN AGAIN, I'M A TEXAS / TUMBLEWEED

ONLY FENCED AND DITCHES CAN HOPE TO SLOW ME DOWN.

I MIGHT STICK AROUND FOR A MINUTE BUT THEN I'LL ROLL RIGHT ON OUT IN THE DIRECTION OF THE WIND.

GETTING CAUGHT UP FOR A MINUTE BUT THEN, I'M ROLLIN' AGAIN.  

I'M A TEXAS TUMBLEWEED.


HAD ME AT HELL-NO

WELL YOU CAN PLAY ALL HARD TO GET BUT I KNOW IT AIN’T ALL TRUE .  WHEN YOU SAY YES IT MIGHT MEAN YEAH BUT I THINK THAT NO DOES TOO
CHORUS:  YOU CAN SHAKE YOUR HEAD AND RAISE YOUR VOICE BUT ALL I HEAR IS A LOT OF NOISE
I GOT A PROBLEM WITH THE N /  A PROBLEM WITH THE O THAT’S RI-I-I-GHT YOU HAD ME AT HELL NO
V.2:  I GOT A PROBLEM WITH THE CONSANANT N WHEN IT’S PUT AGAINST A VOWEL CALLED O
THEY BOTH FORM A WORD I CAN’T COMPREHEND LIKE TRYING TO TELL ME A RIVER DOESN'T FLOW.
(CHORUS)
BRIDGE:   PERSISTENCE IS A WAY TO GET WHAT YOU WANT AND I KNOW I CAN CHANGE YOUR MIND
AND NO’S A WORD THAT DON’T EXIST IN ANY DICTIONARY OF MI-I-I-NE / MI-I-I-NE
V.3:  SO I DON’T CARE THAT YOU'RE CUSSING ME OUT OR THE FACT THAT YOU'RE FLIPPING ME OFF
YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE NICE / YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE KIND YOU DON’T HAVE TO LET ME DOWN SOFT
(CHORUS)


MEMORIES LAST

IT’S A SAD ENDING TO A PORTION OF OUR LIVES WHEN YOU TURN AND GO DOWN YOUR PATH / AND I GO DOWN MINE
BUT LIFE AIN’T ALWAYS A STORYBOOK TALE IT’S MORE THAN JUST ONE CHAPTER AND IT DON’T ALWAYS READ SO WELL.
BUT YA GOTTA READ ON YA GOTTA TURN THE PAGE CHAPTERS END, IT’S JUST THAT WAY
BUT I MIGHT JUST GLANCE FROM TIME TO TIME FLIP BACK
CAUSE THE STORY MUST CONTINUE BUT MEMORIES LAST
IT WAS HAPPY GOOD TIMES WHEN WE LAF’D SO HARD WE CRIED BUT SMILES DON’T LAST FOREVER, IT’S SAD TO SEE THEM DIE
BUT LIFE AIN’T EVER A MOVIE WITH JUST ONE SCENE YOU CAN’T PRESS REWIND YA GOTTA  STAY TUNED TO LIFE’S BIG SCREEN
AND KEEP IT ON PLAY   ONLY PAUSE NOW AND THEN YA CANT FAST FOR-WARD PAST THE PAIN AND SIN
BUT I MIGHT JUST GLANCE REWIND  TO THE PAST EVEN THOUGH I CAN ONLY DO IT CAUSE MEMORIES LAST.
YA GOTTA READ ON   YA GOTTA KEEP IT ON PLAY ONLY PAUSE NOW AND THEN YOU GOTTA TURN THAT PAGE
BUT I MIGHT JUST GLANCE REWIND AND FLIP BACK CAUSE YA CANT CHANGE THE PAST BUT MEMORIES LAST.
NO YOU CANT CHANGE THE PAST BUT MEMORIES LAST.


THIS SONG MIGHT NEVER HAVE BEEN

CHORUS:  IF YOU HAD STAYED AROUND LONGER   IF YOU COULD’VE PARDONED MY SINS IF YOU HAD NOT SAID GOODBYE MY DEAR THIS SONG MIGHT NEVER HAVE BEEN
V1:  BUT YOU LEFT AND YOU HAD EVERY REASON, JUSTIFIED JUST LIKE YOU SAID,, BUT YOU COULD’VE GONE WITHOUT SAYING I HATE YOU AND I WISH YOU WERE DEAD
(CHORUS)
V2:  SO I PICKED UP A PENCIL AND YOUR GOODBYE NOTE AND SCRIBBLED DOWN HOW YOU MADE ME FEEL 

WITH TEARS ON THE PAPER AND A PENCIL BROKEN IN TWO I WONDER WHAT RHYMES WITH MISSING YOU STILL
(CHORUS)
V3:  SO I GUESS I SHOULD THANK YOU FOR THIS LITTLE REFRAIN THOUGH I’M TORN BETWEEN WISHING YOU WERE HERE
AND WHETHER OR NOT YOU EVEN DESERVE PROPER CREDIT OR SHOULD THE ROYALTIES ALL BELONG TO THE BEER I’M DRINKIN

(CHORUS)


NOT BROKE​

I GOT  TWO BROKEN STRINGS ON THIS BROKE DOWN GUITAR, A BROKE DOWN TRUCK THAT WON’T TAKE ME VERY FAR
SO I SIT IN THIS CHAIR THAT’S BROKE IN THE BACK LOOKIN OUT A BROKE WINDOW THAT STARTED WITH A CRACK
EVERYTHING’S BROKE OR SO IT MIGHT SEEM BUT MY HEART AIN’T BROKE SO NONE OF THAT MEANS A THING
I GOT A BROKE BANK ACCOUNT THAT AIN’T GOT NO FUNDS, A BROKE A/C THAT DON’T HARDLY EVER RUN
A BROKE TV THAT WON’T COME ON AT ALL AND A BROKEN LAMP AT THE END OF THE HALL
LEAVES IT PRETTY DARK LIKE YOU CAN’T SEE A  THING BUT YOU’RE THE ONLY LIGHT THAT I REALLY EVER NEED
NO TUNES, NO WHEELS NOWHERE TO SIT AND NO VIEW NO CASH, NO COOL, NO LIGHTS AND NO BOOB TUBE
BUT THAT’S OKAY, IT CAN ALL GO UP IN SMOKE‘ CAUSE WE’RE ALL GOOD  AND MY HEART AIN'T BROKE.

I GOT A BROKE DOWN IRON THAT WON’T EVER GET HOT, A BROKE COFFEE MAKER WITH A BROKEN COFFEE POT
A BROKE MICROWAVE CAN’T EVEN MAKE THE CORN POP SEEMS LIKE EVERYTHING IS BROKEN THAT I’VE GOT
BUT THERE AIN’T NO BROKEN PROMISES BETWEEN YOU AND ME SO THERE REALLY AIN’T NOTHIN BROKE AS FAR AS I CAN SEE

NO TUNES, NO WHEELS NOWHERE TO SIT AND NO VIEW NO CASH, NO COOL, NO LIGHTS AND NO BOOB TUBE
NO IRON OR HOT COFFEE NO RADIATION GRILL, EVERYTHING AROUND ME IS BROKEN STILL
BUT THAT’S OKAY, IT CAN ALL GO UP IN SMOKE‘ CAUSE WE’RE ALL GOOD  AND MY HEART AIN'T BROKE.
EVERYTHING AROUND ME IS A MESS AND A JOKE BUT WE'RE ALL GOOD AND MY HEART AIN'T BROKE.

NOTHING WORKS OR RUNS AND THAT WOULD  BOTHER SOME FOLKS, BUT WE'RE ALL GOOD AND MY HEART AIN'T BROKE.


BARBER'S KID

KIDS GROW UP IN DIFFEENT WAYS, I’D NEVER TRADE MY OWN.  THE SMELL AND FEEL OF A BARBER SHOP STILL REMAIN NOW THAT I’M GROWN
I SPENT A LOT OF SATURDAYS SHININ BOOTS AND SWEEPING FLOORS, SPENDING DAYS AFTER SCHOOL DOIN A BARBER-SHOP’S WEEKLY CHORES
CLEANIN WINDOWS, SWEEPIN HAIR AND LISTENING TO MEN RANT, IT WAS POLITICS, WEATHER AND SPORTS AND JOKES OVER MY HEAD
WHILE ADMIRIN MY DAD WHO SHOWED ME HOW HARD WORK CAN MAKE ENDS MEET, HAVIN A SKILL AND BEING WILLING TO WORK  PUTS FOOD ON THE TABLE TO EAT
WE'D STOP FOR A DONUT ON THE WAY TO WORK BEFORE MOST FOLKS WERE AWAKE, HEADED TO THAT BARBER SHOP WHERE ALREADY MEN WOULD WAIT
FOR US TO TURN THAT SIGN AROUND / AND TURN ON THAT BARBER POLE, THEN THE FIRST ONE SAT DOWN IN THE CHAIR STRAIGHT TO WORK MY DAD WOULD GO
I HAD THE PRIVILEGE TO SEE FIRST-HAND THE WORK MY DADDY DID THAT KEPT US ALL IN CLOTHES AND THINGS AND MADE SURE WE WERE FED
HE DID IT ALL BY WORKING HARD AND ENJOYED EVERY DAY, TALKING TO HIS CUSTOMERS EARNING AN HONEST DAY’S PAY
A BARBER SHOP IN A SMALL TOWN CREATES A CONN- EC-TION BETWEEN A BARBER AND ALL WALKS OF LIFE OF GRANDPAS, DADS AND SONS
FOR ALMOST 50 YEARS MY DAD CUT LITTLE CHILDREN’S HAIR, THEN WATCHED THEM GROW INTO YOUNG MEN SITTING IN HIS BARBER CHAIR
WHEN YOU CAN’T HARDLY GO UP TOWN WITHOUT SOMEONE SAYIN YOUR NAME AND TELLING YOU THAT YOU ARE A PART OF MEMORIES THAT REMAIN
YOU KNOW YOU’VE MADE YOUR MARK, YOU KNOW YOU’VE EARNED YOUR SPOT STANDING BEHIND A BARBER CHAIR  FOR YEARS AT WAYNE’S BARBER SHOP