LYRICS
Play Your Blues Away
I was down and out
So I always thought
Always made the worst of things
In spite of what I was taught
The only thing I ever found
That didn't feel that way
Was grabbing this old guitar
And playin' my blues away
I would pick up a song of sorrow
Pick a little song of joy
Sing about tomorrow
And all of yesterday's chores
Tap a foot or tambourine
Whistle all the day
You know you can always
Play them blues away
You've got to play them blues away
Four walls surround me
Lord they never quit
Gotta get out of this city
For just a little bit
Jump into the river
Walk under the trees
All my friends and family
They're gonna sing along with me
We got to, pick up a song of sorrow
Pick a little song of joy
Sing about tomorrow
Yesterday's chores
Tap a foot or tambourine
Whistle all the day
You know you can always
Play your blues away
Play your blues away
You got to play your blues away
Something a kid has always known
You gotta kick that can, or skip that stone
Kick a can or skip a stone
Has it been a long time
Since you felt like that kid
Living your life of purpose
Just trying to fit in?
Lose your inhibition
For just one day
And give yourself permission
To play your blues away
You got to, pick up a song of sorrow
Pick up a song of joy
Sing about tomorrow
And yesterday's chores
Tap a foot or tambourine
Whistle all the day
You know you can always
Play them blues away
You got to play them blues away
You know you can always
Play them blues away
You know you can always
Play the blues away
Away, away, play the blues away
Going Down
Going gown, going down to get my fix
If you don't know what I'm talking about
You must live in the sticks
So go down, go down to get your fix
Wait all morning, for the door to open
Now you can feed your itch
At the Blues City, it's such a pity
That the world don't fit inside
Open invitation, to all of the nation
To get a little peace of mind
You just got to get in line
You gotta go down
Go down there to get your fix
If you don't know what I'm talking about
You must live in the sticks
So go down, go down there to get your fix
Wait all morning, for the door to open
Now you can feed your itch
Thank ya' baby, thank ya' baby, thank ya' baby
Thank ya' baby, for feeding my itch
Yeah my addiction, stranger than fiction
Leaves me feeling high
Nothing illegal, all the cops will eat it
They come back every time
Vinnie always treats 'em right
They gotta go down
Go down there to get their fix
If you don't know what I'm talking about
You must live in the sticks
So go down, go down to get your fix
Wait all morning, for the door to open
Now you can feed your itch
Thank ya' baby, thank ya' baby, thank ya' baby
Thank ya' baby, for feeding my itch
Place my order, me and Muddy Waters
Tapping my toe in time
All my worries, leave in a hurry
Taking the first big bite
Vinnie always treats you right
That's why they go down
Go down there to get their fix
I waited all morning, for the door to open
Now I can feed my itch
I go down, I go down there to get my fix
If you don't know what I'm talking about
You must live out in the sticks
Thank ya' baby, thank ya' baby, thank ya' baby
Thank ya' baby, for feeding my itch
R.I.P. Me
Loading up the car, ain't coming back
Weeds are gonna grow through every crack
The bill collectors call, I won't be home at all
I'll be dead, but I'll be living so well
Elvis in Memphis, runs a bed a breakfast
Had enough gold records on the wall
Got tired of sequins, you know I believe him
Lost a hundred pounds, that ain't all
Well, I'm gonna change my name and my face
Hire me a plastic surgeon up in L.A.
My wife and kids won't know me
Don't think that's below me
They can live off the life insurance all their days
Amelia Earhart, she gotta herself a new start
She walked away and said catch me if you can
Gave up her wings, for much finer things
She ate the freshest sushi in Japan
Put the flowers, on my tombstone
Lights are on there, baby, but nobody's home
I'm gonna take my baseball cards, my silver bars
Bury 'em with my Playboys in the yard
And if I make it back
I'm gonna use that treasure map
I'll have everything a man can want
Me and Jimmy Hoffa, we won't be in a coffin
We'll be on the run, and out of the way
With D.B. Cooper, I'll be in a stupor
Sipping drinks up in Honolua Bay
Put the flowers, on my tombstone, yeah
Lights are on there, baby, but nobody's home
Nobody been home
Holy Roller
Well, my baby, she's a holy roller
Only do, just what the Lord told her
You won't find, a smile on her face
For anything but grace
Well I want it, but I never have it
Swear that girl may as well wear a habit
You wanna know why, I stick around?
She's the finest girl in town
She's my halo, when I'm lonely
She shines a light on me
Well I wish she'd reconsider
And lay her love down over me
Well my baby, yeah yeah she's always grinning
Makes a man want to give up all sinning
Take me down to the river, I'll be
Born again for thee
The pearly gates got, nothing on her
She's my final resting place
Well, I'm crying and I'm praying
That she's gonna let me in one day
Yeah my babe, she's holy rolling
Yeah my babe, she's holy rolling
Holy rolling
Misery Loves Company
Misery, loves company
So come on baby, sit next to me
You can be, who you want to be
Mad as hell, or fancy free
Some will say the world is getting
Worse each day
I'll tell you what I believe
It's always been that way
How's the wife, how's the kid?
Well did you ever think, that it could be this good?
What you need, is therapy
So get it off, your chest for free
Pay the bills and cut the grass
For what it's worth
You have won the right to live
And die upon this earth
Misery, loves company
So come one baby, sit next to me
You can be, who you want to be
Mad as hell, or fancy free
Whoa, the time goes slowly by
Oh so nice to have you, by my side
If we can't beat 'em, we won't join 'em
Live our lives the way we wanna
Even if it's in sweet misery
So grin and bear, well it's only fair
Don't rock the boat, act like you care
Close your mind, tow the line
Don't be the one, to lose your mind
Some will say just smile
And do the best you can
Well I would say, what a waste
The world is in your hands
Misery, loves company
So come one baby, sit next to me
You can be, who you want to be
Mad as hell, or fancy free
Whoa, the time goes slowly by
Oh so nice to have you, by my side
If we can't beat 'em, we won't join 'em
Live our lives, the way we wanna
Even if it's in sweet misery
Even if it's in sweet misery
He Don't Work
He lives in the back of his momma's house
Comes in and out like an old mouse
She fixes him a PB and J
He's gonna move out someday
He don't work, he don't work
He got all of the latest toys
Don't understand 'cus he's unemployed now
Must be something that we don't know
All these girls, giving him dough
He don't work, he don't work
He makes money all right
But he does it on the sly
He don't work, he don't work
Bootlegs in little black boxes
Cell phones that fell off the trucks
If you want a case of Marlboro
He get's 'em down in Mexico
He don't work, he don't work
He makes money all right
Does it right on the sly
He don't work, he don't work
Looks like hell and smells like hash
Must be where he got all of that cash
9 am he's got to be downtown
Gotta see somebody 'bout a half a pound
He don't work, he don't work
Say he got out on a work release
Doin' couple years with the state police
Now he's doing time with you and me
He's working at the drive through at Mickey old D's
That's right that boy gonna work
Gonna work, gonna work
That's right that boy gonna work
He makes money all right
But he does it all on time
He's gotta work, he's gonna work
He makes money alright
But he does it all on time
He's gotta work, he's gotta work
Gonna work, he's gotta work
The Worm Will Turn
Life didn't go the way I planned
I got married and divorced on a one night stand
We had this kid that didn't look like me
Put him all the way through the Ivy League
I made a million on the net
It never led to happiness
Money's a blessing and a curse
I bet it all on a three legged horse
You know it's true
Damned if you don't and you're damned if you do
The worm will turn, shoe will drop
Cream will rise up, to the top
Sun will set in the West, you can bet
Life ain't got the best of me yet
Repo man is knocking at my door
Bank won't take my credit anymore
Finer things in life I can't afford
Had to stop shopping at the Dollar Store
I left my laundry in the rain
Blame it on that old weather man
Yes he's a liar that's a fact
He made up every word in the Farmer's Almanac
You know it's true
It's not your fault when it's everyone but you
The worm will turn, shoe will drop
Cream will rise up, to the top
Sun will set in the West, you can bet
Life ain't got the best of me yet
If I could start my life from scratch
Like an egg that never hatched
There's not too much I would change
I'm learning something from the pain everyday
You give me reason to be born
Ridicule, embarrassment and scorn
Please be my friend for ever more
I'd be a rose without a thorn
You know it's true
Life is lovely when there's nothing left to lose
The worm will turn, shoe will drop
Cream will rise up, to the top
Sun will set in the West, you can bet
Life ain't got the best of me yet
Life ain't got the best of me yet
Life ain't got the best of me yet, yet, yet
Block Stopper
She's got the goods from head to toe
She turning heads wherever she goes
Tires will screech, hearts will melt
It's just another notch upon her belt
Knew there'd be drama
When she came out of her mama
She's a block stopper
A real block stopper, now
Their knees are shaking when she hits the room
But she can't find a man that can make her swoon
She can read their minds before they speak
Cute lines, fake smiles, and another free drink
She gets out but not around
There's a block stopper in every town
She's a block stopper
A real block stopper, now
She stops the block
She goes walking, a hundred degrees
Short shorts, flip-flops, and a plain white tea
Neighborhood watch says call the police
There's a fender bender on every street
Lock the door, throw away the key
It's a news story every time she breathes
She's a block stopper
A real block stopper, block stopper, now
She stops the block
She stop the block, now
She stops the block
She can stop the block
She's the Teacher
She's the teacher, I'm the student
She's a novice, I'm the Buddhist
She knows more, age of four
There's nothing to it
'Cus, I'm shallow, like a cup of tea
And she's as deep as the Bearing Sea
With a word, she can turn, your day around
I read a book and talk a walk
Under clear blue skies
Maybe find the meaning of life
Right there in her eyes
She's got questions, so sincere
But the answer's never clear
They've been burning up my ears
Since she came around
I didn't know I was blind
'Til I was interrogated by my child
About all the hows and whys all the time
I can drive a car, and get a job, or a Ph.D.
She can give a smile and shed a tear
Make a fool out of me
She's an artist, in the sand
She's a master, with a crayon
And I still don't understand
Just what she sees
I can write a song and reminisce
About the way things were
Well I would give it all for a day
To be just like her
She's enlightened, she's free
She needs me to cross the street
It's my privilege and my treat
To be her Daddy
It's my privilege and my treat
To be her Daddy
You've Been On My Mind
You've been on my mind
You've been on my mind
You've been on my mind, all the time
Baby you've been on my mind
Used to spend all my minutes
Just talking to my baby
All day long, my mind in a fog
In ways I can't even say
I'd call her every time I missed her
At 2 am just wishing I could kiss her
She'd whisper my name
I'd jump on a plane
Just to see her for the day
You've been on my mind
You've been on my mind
You've been on my mind, all the time
Baby you've been on my mind
Now, slowly but surely
You know I wasn't as early
I'd stumble in, say work again
Baby, I been doin' it for us
Coffee, dining, bus seat riding
Every cliche I could make
I'd always tell her, even if I wasn't
The same thing as yesterday
You've been on my mind
You've been on my mind
You've been on my mind, all the time
Baby you've been on my mind
Now, after years of lying
Times when she should have been spying
I said let's settle down, I'll stick around
Give you everything you deserve
Yeah I bought her a stable
I put the ring on the table
I said sorry and more, a line of remorse
Even a tear hit the floor
She left the light on, middle of the night oh
Not a last one of her things
Sun coming up, without any luck
She's goner than gone with the wind
You've been on my mind
You've been on my mind
You've been on my mind, all the time
Baby you've been on my mind
On my mind
You've been on my mind, all the time
Baby you've been on my mind
Hide
I don't wanna see the sun
I don't wanna feel the rain
I just wanna be ashamed
I'm a soul without a goal
Man without a life
I just wanna hide
I want a house without a door
A town without a sign
I just want to hide
I want a life, that's all mine
I wanna hide
I'm gonna jump into the stream
Tap the satellite
I'll never got to go outside
Leave it all behind
Traces of life
Cutting off all these ties
I wanna hide
While I still got the time
In these troubled times
I want a life, that's all mine
I wanna hide
I didn't used to be
The man that you see
I used to give a damn 'bout this world
Then I joined the race
Hated the pace
And giving up control
I want a garden in the sun
Away from everyone
Yes, I just wanna run
I want a life, that's all mine
I wanna hide
I want a life, that's all mine
I wanna hide
Love and Trust
Love and trust
Don't you do me no favors anymore
Don't let me find you hanging 'round
My door, no more
You know that lesson's learned
How much time did we burn
On love and trust?
Don't wanna buy your Brooklyn Bridge
No more
Don't wanna be remembered
As your horrible mistake
We all will be replaced
How much time did we waste
Upon love
What do I do, Mama?
What should I say, baby?
It gets spit back in your face
Right back in your face
I'm talking 'bout hope and faith
Why do you start changing every day?
When did you turn into
Such a pain, explain
Now there's a grain of salt
I'll admit I'm out, of hope and faith
What do I do, Mama?
What should I say, baby?
It gets spit back in your face
I said, truth and lies
Don't you know that
You're always in disguise
You and I have had
The hardest time
Things that we don't say
They count any old way
In time
What do I do, Mama?
What should I say, baby?
It gets spit back in your face
Don't wanna talk about love
Don't wanna talk about it
Thirteen Stories Tall
Released - February 10, 2015
Kevin Bilchik - Acoustic Guitar and Vocals
R. Scott Bryan - Percussion and Vocal Harmonies
Eric Warren - Bass Guitar
Matt Rowland - Lead Guitar
Charles Cerpa - Saxophone
*Sandy Weltman - Harmonica on "She's the Teacher"
*William Edwards - Harmonica on "Going Down"
*Justin Branum - Fiddle on "The Worm Will Turn"
*John Higgins - Pedal Steel on "R.I.P. Me"
Engineered and Mixed at Red Pill Studios by Jacob Detering
Produced by Kevin Bilchik, Jacob Detering, and R. Scott Bryan
Songs Written by Kevin Bilchik
(*except "Saint James Infirmary Blues" anonymous)