still married - Song Lyrics

He'll take coffee as day breaks over Lassen Saddle up to the tune of a Gene Autry song There's a full day of work waitin' out in the pasture For an old man, a paint horse and a Hangin' Tree dog He's the Last Cowboy in Shasta County Keeping the wild in the West while he can He'll ride out his seasons with red manzanita Black Oak and blue skies And the last of the gold Shasta sand At the edges, his mem'ries grow misty Like the yellowing photos of old rodeos The legend survives on good rides and good whiskey And a promise he made in good faith long ago Gone are the days rough and rowdy Hard times they carve ragged lines tough to cross But hell will see hailstones before the last cowboy Will piss on the fire and call in the dogs
Waitin' at the downtown depot With the winter-weary people I’ll take the blame under heavy darkness While the rest of Redding sleeps North of town, the whistle cries Signals flash, travelers rise The southbound Coast Starlight and I Have promises to keep (chorus) 2:20 is a lonely time for leaving Plenty of regrets onboard this train I know to every time there is a season 2:20 is the time to ride away From burning Bridges on toward the morning With pride and my side of the story Face the west, and fall asleep To the rhythm of the wheels Dream a dream of graceful endings Of forgiving then forgetting Start over far from Redding With a courage strong as steel
(traditional Irish ballad) Of all the money that e're I spent I spent it in good company And all the harm that e're I done Alas, twas done to none but me And all I done for want of wit To mem'ry now I can't recall So fill to me The Parting Glass Goodnight and joy be with you all Of all the comrades that e're I had They're sorry for my going away And all the sweethearts that e'er I had Would wish me one more day to stay But since it falls unto my lot That I should rise and you should not I'll gently rise and I'll softly call "Goodnight and joy be with you all."
Into the West - land of the free In freedom will I e'er a stranger be So up the stairs I climb Open up the trunk and find The piece of home I carried 'cross the sea Weeping o'er The Turf o' Tullamore Exiles both - the Irish sod and I The Turf o' Tullamore Will know my bones forevermore Sweeten my grave when I Lay down to die For my sons I made a pledge They'll not beg the Crown for daily bread There's days I understand The promise in this promised land And days I fill my glass with my regrets When I take my final rest Lay the Turf o' Tullamore upon my breast And it's sweet - the dream I'll dream Home to Erin's fields of green By the Shannon's holy waters, I'll be blessed
words and music © Erin Coombs Friedman She hoped for hearts and flowers, maybe wedding bells Instead she got the valentine from hell A year has passed, but she pictures it like yesterday The way he laughed, got in his truck and drove away She walks down by the riverside collecting valentines Heart Shaped Stones aren’t hard to find Everyday she fills her pockets up With stones that remind her of The hard-hearted man she used to love The river wields a mighty power all its own Making pretty things from shapeless sand and stone She washes out her wounds and heals her scars Strolls along the shore searchin’ for hearts They found his pick-up wrecked beneath the overpass His battered body in a pool of blood and shattered glass The case remains unsolved – motive unknown But the cause of death was Heart Shaped Stones A woman with an ax to grind Can pitch a pretty mean valentine Those Heart Shaped Stones work every time
words and music ⓒ Erin Coombs Friedman Highway 89 Left The Shadow of Shasta behind Had a wild streak a mile wide And the kind of pride That goes before a fall Playin’ fast and loose Left me battered – left me bruised Pourin’ whiskey on my wounds When I hit the wall I’m northward bound -- a hundred miles south of Shasta Prayers on my mind - Hands on the wheel If I kneel down in The Shadow of Shasta Will I rise Will I fall Will I heal? Rough road ahead ‘Round this mountain of regret Climbed in from the window ledge And yet I’m hangin’ in mid-air Fire burns below Cathedral crowned in snow Beacon to a long-lost soul Who hopes for tender mercy there It’s a long road From sorry to Mc Cloud Where shadows Are falling On sacred stones Sacred ground
lyrics and music ⓒ Erin Coombs Friedman He checked his pocket watch and he pulled his hat down low Crouched in shadowed canyon beside the stagecoach road Stood ready with his shotgun and when the stage arrived Shot the guard and stole the gold and proved his daddy right The Hour of the Outlaw Seconds beat like a drum The Hour of the Outlaw The countdown has begun His daddy was a scoundrel, a gambler and a thief Took a bullet in his back for the aces up his sleeve Before he died he said, "Son, outlaw blood runs through your veins And all I got to leave you is this pocket watch and chain" The Outlaw of the stagecoach trail could not out run his fate Time had come for justice and justice would not wait An angry mob rode out to Whiskey Creek and tracked him down Left him swinging like a pendulum from the highest tree in town The treasure still lies buried on the banks of Whiskey Creek Many men have searched and failed - fortunately But when the time is right, some unsuspecting soul Will dig up a cursed pocket watch and strongbox full of gold
words and music ⓒ Erin Coombs Friedman She’s starin’ down The barrel of a week loaded with chaos Monday morning grindstone Is wearin’ her away She’ll carve a path Through crisis by crisis Teapots and tempests For six long days And when it’s over Sundays Rest Like an arm around her shoulder Like a summer rain When the fields are dry Sundays are blessed Sundays Rest her mind When she was young Sundays meant a country church and cousins Gathered’ round the table At that Minnesota farm Grateful prayers Papa’s guitar strummin' Still hears Mama singin’ “Everlasting Arms" Mama showed her Sunday Rests Like an arm around her shoulder Like a summer rain When the fields are dry Sundays are blessed Sundays Rest her mind She’ll fill her cup With faith, hope and love All week long She’ll drink it up - oh…
words and music copyright Erin Friedman Wish you could see the first snowfall And the lights upon the tree But we'll miss you most of all When we gather round to sing ‘The First Noel’ and ‘Silver Bells’ ‘I'll Be Home For Christmas’ You're in our prayers And Christmas Carol Wishes This Christmastime We wish you a Silent Night Angels on high A midnight clear and bright These Christmas Carol Wishes Are sent with all our love Hoping next year you'll be here To sing with us Joy to the World - Auld Lange Syne Faithful friends to gather round O Holy Night Divine Amazing Grace how sweet the sound May you find comfort and joy In yuletide melodies And when your day is done A heavenly peace
Last Spring I left behind a picture perfect family’ Then I learned all that glitters is not gold By September I was sorry sad and lonely It’s Christmas Eve I’m at the end of my rope There’s a an old movie playing on the TV About a man who had it all but wanted more He’s got Clarence – Me? I’ve got Jim Beam We’re both wishing we’d never been born Chorus: It was only black and white But It Was a Wonderful Life It used to be mine and I want it back One more time For auld lange syne It Was a Wonderful Life And I want it back I want to run through the streets of our hometown Find you waiting there beside the Christmas tree Bells are ringing, children singing, I hear it all now I’m home again and an angel gets his wings Can we hit rewind? Get a happy ending this time? Make this Christmas dream of mine come true
words and music ⓒ by Erin Coombs Friedman They crossed the Sundial Bridge Hand-in-hand Into their own fairytale romance Twilight played behind the glass They left behind a lonely past Love found a time and place at last Run river run, river run Shadows spin under the sun But time stands still And forever begins with a kiss Under the Sundial Bridge They cross the Sundial Bridge For river walks Friday night jazz Sunday coffee talks Moon hangs over Lassen Peak A diamond ring and he's down on one knee She agrees to reach for eternity They'll cross the Sundial Bridge In years to come Fireworks on the fourth The Fall salmon run Guide their children by the hand Find skipping stones on the sand Together remember just how forever began
words and music ⓒ Erin Coombs Friedman The crowd was loud Slammin down dice The band floundered Through “Tequila Sunrise” We hit the last chord and we bowed When a drunk at the back of the room Gave a shout “If you’re takin’ requests from us I suggest ya Shut Up” Shut Up, Shut Up The crowd goes wild when we sing “Shut Up!” they say it We’re happy to play it Shut Up in the Key of G Shut Up Brings them all to their feet Ask and you shall receive “Shut Up” they say it We’re happy to play it Shut Up in the Key of G You never know Where inspiration comes from As anthems go It’s not “Born to Run” But it suits us and we’re indebted We owe the hecklers Co-writer credit A rowdy crowd But fortunately They kept their shouts Obscenity-free
Kids have been tucked in and kissed Paid the bills made tomorrow’s list We’re gettin’ by But I sure miss my man Down the hall a voice calls to me: “Love you , Mom, good night, sweet dreams” I close my eyes and do the best I can Since you can’t be here at home And I can’t bear to sleep alone Oh, love, please Show Up in my Dreams Last week I dreamed we were Walking the beaches of Big Sur Felt the ocean breeze, the warmth of your skin Pressed my face against your chest A brief moment of happiness It feels so good to touch you now and then May God keep you in his heart May your dreams be sweet wherever you are Wherever you are, there’s something I’d like you to do Close your eyes and come to me Kiss me touch me tenderly Show Up in my Dreams – I’ll wait for you