Discography & Lyrics

She's Gotta Have A Crazy Problem

From 4 Chords & The Truth

She’s gotta have a crazy problem
To be alone every Friday night
Cause she’s just too damn fine lookin’
Something just ain’t right
Well she’s hot, tall, long & lean
something be wrong with her machine
She’s gotta have a crazy problem 3x
Something’s wrong, move along

Guys we aint too fussy
When it comes to lovin’ time
well, if a body’s made for lovin’
we’ve been known to overlook the mind
she’s got tight jeans, tight top too
she really gonna mess with you
She’s gotta have a crazy problem 3x
Something’s wrong, move along

Well, when she starts to talkin’ lovin’
The words just fall outta her mouth
the kinda things she’s gonna do
you’ve only dreamt about
well she’s bad mean, raunchy mad
worst best time you’ve ever had
She’s gotta have a crazy problem 3x
Something’s wrong, move along

Do You Got Love

From 4 Chords & The Truth

You say “it’s been grand darling,"
But we ain’t gonna make it to the finish line
I say, I understand darling
But not to put on it a point too fine

Do you got love
Don’t Lie to me
Do you got love
Waiting in the wings for you

Came to me, when you were down & out
Hard to be a stranger in town
Now I’m starting to figure out
I can only guess what it’s all about

You say some space would do us good
but good ain’t what you’re giving me
you ain’t treating me like you should
why you gotta put the big hurt on me

I'm A Survivor

From 4 Chords & The Truth

Nicole sleeps in vacant buildings.
Sells her body to buy heroin,
Living from trick to trick
High from fix to fix
She kids herself;

I’m a survivor
I’m a survivor
The street ain’t gonna claim her
The streets ain’t gonna take me down
The streets ain’t gonna take me down

Cat & mouse with the cops
Leaning into every car that stops
Too stoned to feel the cold
Looking cheap & getting old
She kids herself;

Just a matter of time
Needle or being 35
Bad luck and a bad guy
She just ran out of time
She kids herself

Hats

From 4 Chords & The Truth

Lately, I’ve been thinkin’
Bout this great spot in my life
Is this the beginning?
Of my long walk into night
It’s one thing or another
Bones or surgery
I wanna live forever
Hey! Still a kid inside of me

Gonna need a hat to feel real special
Gonna need a hat to look real cool
Gonna need a hat to keep your baby
Hangin’ around you
Gonna need a hat to hide your secrets
Gonna need a hat to have some fun
Gonna need a hat to get somebody
A hat to be someone

Getting hard to stay skinny
And my hair does what it wants
The whole damn things a nuisance
I’m gonna move to France
Turn up my guitar
Play it one more time
Hear that tremolo singin’
Iisten to it chime

Now a hat something special
A little hard to pull off
Once you leave the house
The sucker has to stay on
Be it fashionista or
A follicle strategy
A hat’s gonna make a statement
For the whole world to see

Flyin' Solo

From 4 Chords & The Truth

Friday night and I got a date
Gonna be really great…oh,oh,oh
Gonna like what I like too
Gonna be pretty cool…oh,oh,oh
I ain’t being a bad boy too
Cause I love you know who

Flyin solo
Flyin solo
Flyin solo
And my feet don’t touch the ground

Curves like you wouldn’t believe
Such a creature of beauty…oh,oh,oh
If I touch her just right
Man, she starts to comes alive…oh,oh,oh
My baby is the one I love
Forget the dirt you’re thinking of

Just because my baby’s gone
Visiting her ma & pa
Don’t mean I gotta go wrong
I Got all I need
To keep me company
I got my guitars
To keep me warm

Now you know my secret
Now you know I’ve been bit…oh,oh,oh
Secret wahoo of the tribe
Fred & Lester by my side…oh,oh,oh
Handsome devil you know it’s true
Plays a Gretsch and Gibson too

Summer Of Our Discontent

From 4 Chords & The Truth

This is the summer of our discontent
Money’s gone, it’s all been spent
If ya want me honey, I’ll be on the porch
Giving out portions of “what the hell for”

They’re cutting back my hours, and my wages too
Don’t wanna sell the house, but we might have to
It’s getting’ harder just to make do
Gotta get better, better soon

My friends they all wonder why, how it got so bad
We weren’t living no high life, we weren’t money mad
My friends, they ain’t hurt no one, did like their folks did
Work hard, don’t complain, later enjoy the grandkids

I hear the glory, glory halleleujah,
Here’s hoping johnny comes marching home to ya
Young man fightin’ in an old man’s war
Poor man dyin’ for a rich man’s oil

Got a man in the White House, that I finally like
Here’s hopin’ that man gonna set it right
A lot of heavy liftin’ and things are tight
We’re coming out of a long dark night

Sunday morning brings a gentle rain
Wash away all our tears & pain
Maybe things get good again
We can only hope so, my friend

I wanna live in a better place
One that don’t hurt me everyday
Let the children sing, let the children play
Blue skies, sunshine everyday

Give it Back (God's Song)

From 4 Chords & The Truth

I gave you lotsa lovin’
And the birds & bees too
And lots of fun positions
For you to get into
But you threw it all away
You messed it up real good
What the hell ya doin’
Jammin’ the big guy’s neighborhood

Give it back, give it back
You bloody-minded fools
Give it back, give it back
You really are confused
Give it back, give it back
What the hell you gone and do
Give it back, give it back

You take my name at
The drop of a hat
To kill everybody
That at you’re mad at
Ain’t no end in sight
To the meanness of your souls
All this dumbass killing
Is really getting old

I’ve done all I can
To help all you along
But I’m getting kinda tired
Watching you get it all wrong
Heaven’s pretty cool
But here’s an ugly truth
Don’t count on going skyward
If I gotta hang with you

It All Comes Down To You

From 4 Chords & The Truth

I can’t help the way I feel about you
I can’t help the way I feel about you
Well, I can’t see my life
Existing without you
Day or night
I only want you
It all comes down to you 3x

I useta think that I was destined to be alone
I useta think that I was destined to be alone
Always on my own
No one else at home
Kinda liked being alone
Gonna change it all for you
It all comes down to you 3x

It will be a lifetime baby of me wanting you
It will be a lifetime baby of me wanting you
Well, I can’t hold on
If you are gone
With me you belong
I only want you

It's Too Late

From 4 Chords & The Truth

I ain’t smart enough to know when the quittin’s good
I should pack it in, yeah, I know I should
C’mon let it go, it’s just a damn piece of wood
But like the junkie likes sweet fire in his veins
Over & over again, text book insane

They’re ain’t nothin’ that I ain’t compromised for you
Money, time, a normal life, you know it’s true
I have brought home all kinds of strays for you
But you have gotten under my skin
Without you baby, there ain’t no living

It’s too late, I don’t know how to live without ya
It’s too late, everything comes right back to ya
It’s too late, when I weigh it in the balance
It’s too late for me to leave this dance
I don’t see it happening anyway

A man ain’t nothin’, if he ain’t big enough to dream
Let it all hang out, crazy as it seems
I didn’t come this far to pack up, quit and leave
No matter how you keep put me down, it just ain’t right
I ain’t going quietly, quietly into night

(Nothing You Say Is) More Than Words

From 4 Chords & The Truth

Such an expert on everything
You’d fix it all, if you were king
You wouldn’t do this & you wouldn’t do that
You ain’t got a clue just where it’s at

There just words, they don’t mean a thing
There just words, without meaning
There just words, nothing you say’s
More than words

You got opinions all the time
Lots of shit on your mind
Talking trash any time
Even worse when mixed with wine

You can talk about anything
And never mean one damn thing
And your words they will never ring
Of real life or real living

Rock'n'Roll Will Take You In

From 4 Chords & The Truth

Hi-tops, tattoos
Blue jeans, scuffed boots
Rock’n’roll will take you in
Plaid shirts, glam rock
Bad hair, dyed locks,
Rock’n’roll will take you in

And Rock’n’roll will take you in
Treat you like a long lost friend
And rock’nroll won’t judge you
If your heart is true

Rockers, Poets,
Guitarists, all know its
Rock’n’roll will take you in
Poor kids, rich kids
Old kids, on the skids
Rock’n’roll will take you in

Dreamers, lost cause
Schemers, at any cost
Rock’n’roll will take you in
Lost souls, all alone
Insides on the outside
Rock’n’roll will take you in

Hurt & crazy, give it up
All hazy
Can’t see tomorrow from today
Tired, frustrated, what I’d do
Just for a break
Why won’t someone just show me the way

I Ain't That Guy

From 4 Chords & The Truth

I ain’t that guy
Never breaks a sweat
I ain’t that guy
What he wants he gets
I ain’t that guy
Who wins every bet
I ain’t that guy
I guess I ain’t that smart

I ain’t that guy
Who wins everytime
I ain’t that guy
Who never has to try
I ain’t that guy
Money never runs dry
I ain’t that guy
I guess I ain’t that smart

But I am that guy
That loves you the most
I am that guy
who’ll make your toast
I am that guy
who’ll make your coffee hot
if ya need a little more
you’ll get the very last drop

I ain’t that guy
Gonna lie to you
I ain’t that guy
Break your heart in two
I am that guy
Got lucky with you
I am that guy
I guess I am that smart

God Doesn't Want Me To Get High No More

From 4 Chords & The Truth

God doesn’t want me to get high no more
God doesn’t want me to get high no more
he makes body get twisted, ruins my sleep
He hurts me in places too damn deep
God doesn’t want me to get high no more

I used to be wild and cut it up real loose
Find a midnight party train and hitch up my caboose
God’s tellin’ me I can’t be that guy
4:00 a.m gettin’ high
God doesn’t want me to get high no more

I used to a regular enemy of the state
Just to get a buzz on, I’d be at some funky place
Well the party’s over, the bills are due
Get high on life, it’s all that I can do
God doesn’t want me to get high no more

Something I Gotta Say

From 4 Chords & The Truth

Rarely do words fail me
Never at a loss, you see
Lots of things on my mind
The words flow easily
But it’s been a real, real long time
That you & I been one
And I guess kinda dropped the ball
Things I left unsaid, undone

You just thrill me everyday
You get finer everyday
It’s just something
Something, I gotta say

We met when we were pretty
Years ago, maybe 25
From where I’m standing darlin’
You still don’t have to try
You’re keeping it all together
Better than it ever was
I can’t help the way I feel
I guess I’m still in love

Real life can get intrusive
It can pull in so many ways
Day jobs and the kids we love
Sometimes, I just forget to say
The thoughts & words on my mind
At the beginning & end of each day
In the morning when I first see you
It’s like that very first day 

Convenience Store Blues

From 13 Years of Friday Nights

I don’t go where most folks go
Been down so long, I’m livin’ low
When I need my things, Only place I know
Got my Smokes, beer and Fritos
ain't no bargains, oh lord, it's true
Guess I got them 2x
Convenience store blues

Lit up bright 24/7 too
Real buzz killer, you know it’s true
Not much really good for you
Ain’t much that could pass for food
Ain’t no bargains, oh lord, it’s true
Guess I got them
Convenience store blues

My whole family shops here too
M&M’s and cold beer too       
Auto Mags and generic smokes
All junk food and surly folks
Ain’t no bargains, oh lord, it’s true
Guess I got them 2x
Convenience store blues

Sad State of Affairs

From 13 Years of Friday Nights

Everybody says it’s ok
Everybody says it’s alright
Everybody else is doing it
Ain’t no reason to get uptight
What’s so bad about a quick one
Just a little grown-up fun

Chorus 
It’s a sad state of affairs
When you hurt the one you love
It’s a sad state of affairs
When you lie to the one
Break the one you love 

It’s easy now to justify
The things you do, the little white lie
Curiosity mixed with pride
C’mon now, compartmentalize
Now  it’s finally skin on skin
You’re on the slippery slope of sin 

It’s not like an cool French movie
Cigarettes and afternoons
Rendezvous of stolen moments
Curtains drawn in strange bedrooms
In real life, there’s real bad news
Someone’s trusting heart’s abused

Broken Promises

From Roadhouse Hullabaloo

I get up in the morning and I go downtown
Do my job and I don't bring down
Nose to the grindstone till I get back home
Doing what I have to do
I tell my boy go to school
Sure to follow Jah's golden rule
Don't be no punk-ass stupid fool
And you'll get what's coming to you
This they swear is true
Broken promises
Broken promises
Broken promises
Lies they tell to keep ya you down
Now my wife, she work all day
Work real hard for not much pay
But money for a home we try to save
Hoping that the dream is true
Now it's all becoming clear
Rich man's words are insincere
Just to keep me working for a little beer
All my struggles in vain
He don't even know my name
Maybe not now, maybe next year
Riots in the street everywhere
People gonna die for a piece of nowhere
What a wasted life it's been
Oh what a horrible sin
Just like the Native American
promises made to be broken
Everything promised, didn't mean a thing
When the money comes into view
This I swear is true

Cross That Line

From Roadhouse Hullabaloo

When the honesty's gone
There’s no going back (2x)
When the honesty's gone
Like a train leaped the track
It's a mess all around and there ain’t to get back
When you cross that line
During a drunken time
When you cross that line
You're gonna blame the wine
When you cross that line
You must have lost your mind
When you cross that line there just ain't no turning back
Now you messed up your life
And your woman's too
Really messed up your life
Messed up your woman's too
Really messed up your life
Now she don't want you
Traded one night of stupid for a lifetime of loneliness

Livin' The Good Life

From Roadhouse Hullabaloo

don't be sad
you're living the good life
don't be sad
got yourself a good wife
don't be mad
you got everything
just be glad
you can buy anything
and you got the good life 3x
why is it
your eyes are starting to look around
why is it
everynight you go out
can't you see
things are getting rough
can't you see
life is tough
chorus
can't you see
you're living the good life
why ain't you lovin' the good life
life's a dream
a sometime thing
living it seems
can make you lose your mind
your mind is wanderin'
can't focus at all
your time is going
can't you see
you're living the good life
how come you worried if you are living the good life
bridge: bm c-g ñd
you got all the money
that you'll ever need
but all that money
just can't set you free
well you got new cars
and imports are next
but everynight
you go to sleep vexed

So Many Tears

From Roadhouse Hullabaloo

So many days
So many nights
So many tears
So many fights
It just ain't right
Just ain't fair
Just ain't cool
Just ain't Fine
To treat me this way
I just don't know why
I just don't know why
Too many tears
Too many lies
Too many fears
No place to hide
It just ain't right
Just ain't fair
Just ain't cool
Don't know why
You treat me this way
And I don't know why baby
It's a hurtin' game you play
4 in the morning
I'm all alone
No one's callin'
On the phone
It just ain't right
Just ain't cool
Just ain't fair
To be such a fool
And I can't go on
And I can't go on This way
So much wine
Too much sin
Goodbye goodtimes
That coulda been
It just ain't right
Just ain't fair
Just ain't cool
Just ain't Fine
To throw this love away
And I don't know why baby
You do me this way