tag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:/blogs/lyricsLyrics2022-05-22T13:15:24-04:00Jeremy Rodgersfalsetag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706642016-10-16T20:00:00-04:002021-08-10T12:29:27-04:00Dead Hooker Blue
<p dir="ltr">Woke up this morning, got a dead hooker in my bed</p>
<p dir="ltr">Don’t know how she got here, or why my hands are so red</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">There’s pills and bottles all over my floor</p>
<p dir="ltr">There’s an angry cop outside, and he’s banging on my door</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Don’t remember much, like if this hooker had a name</p>
<p dir="ltr">Don’t remember paying, but I know I’ll take the blame</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Gonna gather my things, try to make sense of it all</p>
<p dir="ltr">Really hard to do that with all these cops out in the hall</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Gonna climb out this window, after I put on my shoes</p>
<p dir="ltr">Gonna climb out this window, before I make the evening news</p>
<p dir="ltr">I am on the run from the law now, got those dead hooker blues</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2016</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706632016-10-16T20:00:00-04:002016-10-17T08:14:17-04:00Anarchy Road
<p dir="ltr">The law isn’t just for any of us in this town</p>
<p dir="ltr">Breaks all the rules out of any old fool comes around</p>
<p dir="ltr">We all say it’s my way on this stretch of highway to hell</p>
<p dir="ltr">And noone can lead us, cause the freedom it feeds us so well</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">On Anarchy Road</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">You have to be fit to survive all the shit around here</p>
<p dir="ltr">Smarter by lying and braver by drying your tears</p>
<p dir="ltr">Your actions get meaner, but you conscience gets cleaner than mine</p>
<p dir="ltr">Pressured and heated, like a diamond you’re seated just fine</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">On Anarchy Road</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Free to keep your own</p>
<p dir="ltr">Free to be alone</p>
<p dir="ltr">Free to live and cry</p>
<p dir="ltr">Free to laugh and die</p>
<p><span id="docs-internal-guid-ff9f8dcc-d410-492c-51fc-a7aae7b5e2c5"><br>On Anarchy Road</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2016</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706622016-10-16T20:00:00-04:002016-10-17T08:12:48-04:00Drunken Mass
<p dir="ltr">Put your money in the hat</p>
<p dir="ltr">Put your money in the hat</p>
<p dir="ltr">You give your dollar to Deacon Roach</p>
<p dir="ltr">And listen to Reverend Rat</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr"> Oooh church of the bottle</p>
<p dir="ltr"> Oooh church of the glass</p>
<p dir="ltr"> Oooh church of the bottle</p>
<p dir="ltr"> Come to the drunken mass</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Bask in the glory of the light</p>
<p dir="ltr">Bask in the glory of the light</p>
<p dir="ltr">Neon shines off can in the gutter</p>
<p dir="ltr">Showing the way through the night</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Open yourself to the ghost</p>
<p dir="ltr">Open yourself to the ghost</p>
<p dir="ltr">Give wings to barflies and nightclub birds</p>
<p dir="ltr">And raise your wine in a toast</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Closing time is gonna come</p>
<p dir="ltr">Closing time is gonna come</p>
<p dir="ltr">Pray to the bouncer and the porcelain god</p>
<p><span id="docs-internal-guid-c5051320-d40f-09ba-6719-1e190a6fee2d">Thank them for keeping you numb</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2016</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706612016-10-16T20:00:00-04:002016-10-17T08:10:53-04:00They Say
<p dir="ltr">They say he worked for the government</p>
<p dir="ltr">In the shadows of statues and monuments</p>
<p dir="ltr">Earning all the little perks there for a while</p>
<p dir="ltr">But he wanted more than a paycheck and a smile</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">They say he kept it all to himself</p>
<p dir="ltr">His hunger for every book up on the shelf</p>
<p dir="ltr">Out on his moss covered porch he sat every night</p>
<p dir="ltr">With an empty whiskey glass and an old flashlight</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">They say he only ever had one love</p>
<p dir="ltr">A beauty that we could only dream of</p>
<p dir="ltr">It ended when he was a young man years ago</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">They say he traveled around the world one time</p>
<p dir="ltr">Sailing a ship he bought with his last dime</p>
<p dir="ltr">Finding his way back home with a brand new start</p>
<p dir="ltr">To an empty house and a worn down broken heart</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">They say he gave all he had to life</p>
<p dir="ltr">Leaving no kids behind or widowed wife</p>
<p dir="ltr">Just the peeling paint on his old front door</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">They say they buried him on sacred ground</p>
<p dir="ltr">Named a street for him in his hometown</p>
<p dir="ltr">Remembered by powerful men more than you'd think</p>
<p dir="ltr">They whisper his name once a year and have a drink</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">They say you make the mark you want make</p>
<p dir="ltr">But death gives so much less than what it takes</p>
<p><span id="docs-internal-guid-ff402a3e-d40d-633f-180d-7c3626a11813">And all we are in the end is what they say</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2016</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706602016-10-16T20:00:00-04:002016-10-17T08:09:17-04:00Hitchhiker
<p dir="ltr">It was the middle of town, in the middle of June</p>
<p dir="ltr">He was looking for a way to nowhere in the afternoon</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">He was standing by the road, greasy thumb in the air</p>
<p dir="ltr">He was standing by a cardboard sign saying anywhere</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">He had a long white beard, and crazy blue eyes</p>
<p dir="ltr">He had camouflage pants and a tshirt that said apologize</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Cars were speeding on by, noone even slowed down</p>
<p dir="ltr">They probably saw the rusty chainsaw laying on the ground</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">It was resting on a bag, about 3 feet wide</p>
<p dir="ltr">It was lumpy and black and had a pinstripe running down the side</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I pulled my car to the curb, with my window rolled down</p>
<p dir="ltr">Said I can take you as far as the edge of town</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">He threw the bag in the back, and took a seat beside me</p>
<p dir="ltr">He didn’t say a word but had the chainsaw resting on his knee</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">He kept looking at my head, I kept my eyes on the street</p>
<p dir="ltr">He said you have the nicest skull and your hair smells sweet</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I now knew what was in the bag, and with a smile on my face</p>
<p dir="ltr">I turned down an old dirt road to my special place</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">It was pretty deep in the woods, with burnt cars all around</p>
<p dir="ltr">A little bit of nowhere to keep all the bodies that are never found</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I slipped the needle in his neck, as I slipped the car into park</p>
<p dir="ltr">The chainsaw hit the dashboard when I made the headlights go dark</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">With the gas can from the trunk and a lighter in my hand</p>
<p dir="ltr">I started up a blaze to rid the world of a dangerous man</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">You see I find them all the time by the gleam in their eyes</p>
<p dir="ltr">I take them down one by one so no one innocent dies</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Now I’m walking down the road, blackened thumb in the air</p>
<p><span id="docs-internal-guid-2d1f1adc-d40b-b913-3287-cdb0c54c79a0">Time to buy a brand new car and go driving somewhere</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2016</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706592016-10-16T20:00:00-04:002016-10-17T07:56:49-04:00Matuska
<p dir="ltr">Matuska oh matuska</p>
<p dir="ltr">Your family thought you were so sweet and kind</p>
<p dir="ltr">Matuska oh matuska</p>
<p dir="ltr">And just what will you leave behind</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">On a hot August day</p>
<p dir="ltr">You lay in wait for the train</p>
<p dir="ltr">Just a few mile south of Berlin</p>
<p dir="ltr">Nobody died, but everyone cried</p>
<p dir="ltr">It must have been matuska again</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Just a month out of sight</p>
<p dir="ltr">Into Vienna at night</p>
<p dir="ltr">You brought the whole bridge down with your sin</p>
<p dir="ltr">As the death toll rose</p>
<p dir="ltr">You were curling your toes</p>
<p dir="ltr">And we knew it was matuska again</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Matuska oh matuska</p>
<p dir="ltr">Stay away from that railway line</p>
<p dir="ltr">Matuska oh matuska</p>
<p dir="ltr">Just what did you leave behind</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">They caught you in fall</p>
<p dir="ltr">You made no sense at all</p>
<p dir="ltr">With wild eyes and big silly grin</p>
<p dir="ltr">Did the workers rise up</p>
<p dir="ltr">Or did the voices erupt</p>
<p dir="ltr">Or was it just matuska again</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">After just thirteen years</p>
<p dir="ltr">You just disappeared</p>
<p dir="ltr">But we heard that you wanted back in</p>
<p dir="ltr">As a red army fool</p>
<p dir="ltr">And TNT as your tool</p>
<p dir="ltr">We knew it was matuska again</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Matuska oh matuska</p>
<p dir="ltr">In the wreckage I'm sure you will find</p>
<p dir="ltr">Matuska oh matuska</p>
<p dir="ltr">Just what did you leave behind </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2016</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706582016-10-16T20:00:00-04:002016-10-17T07:55:43-04:00Your Place
<p dir="ltr">Since the first night in the hospital</p>
<p dir="ltr">Bouncing your head on my chest</p>
<p dir="ltr">Never felt complete, the naps in the seat</p>
<p dir="ltr">Always calm when you were upset</p>
<p dir="ltr">You always had your own place</p>
<p dir="ltr">And each mirror I look inside</p>
<p dir="ltr">Always see emptiness in my face</p>
<p dir="ltr">Without you here by my side</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Every time I close my eyes</p>
<p dir="ltr">Everything reminds me of you</p>
<p dir="ltr">Christmas eve and father’s day</p>
<p dir="ltr">Don't know how I made it through</p>
<p dir="ltr">So tell me what are you up to</p>
<p dir="ltr">And how are you feeling right now</p>
<p dir="ltr">Your place is waiting here</p>
<p dir="ltr">Please let me show you how</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">And I hope that you think of me</p>
<p dir="ltr">And wonder just what could have been</p>
<p dir="ltr">I know that one day you'll wish I could stay</p>
<p dir="ltr">The hell is in not knowing when</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">How long can a person be punished</p>
<p dir="ltr">For the mistakes of his youth</p>
<p dir="ltr">What can I do to fix my sorrow</p>
<p dir="ltr">and bring me back to you</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2016</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706572016-10-16T20:00:00-04:002016-10-17T07:53:32-04:00Still Water
<p dir="ltr">I can see my love there</p>
<p dir="ltr">She lies in the still water</p>
<p dir="ltr">And when the sun comes down</p>
<p dir="ltr">My love won't be around</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I took my love up the mountainside last may</p>
<p dir="ltr">We said no words as we walked along the way</p>
<p dir="ltr">She took my hand and pleading looked at me</p>
<p dir="ltr">No words could change my heart it hurt so bitterly</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">A flask of wine we shared and her glass filled with tears</p>
<p dir="ltr">She spoke of all the good times we had throughout the years</p>
<p dir="ltr">I sat in silent stillness, no drink could warm my heart</p>
<p dir="ltr">The devil loose inside me was tearing me apart</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Sobbing drunk she drifted asleep beside of me</p>
<p dir="ltr">So wronged in shallow eyes, I knew how to be free</p>
<p dir="ltr">I gently carried my love to the shore of the mountain lake</p>
<p dir="ltr">And pushed her in the water before she could awake</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I held her head so deep and watched the bubbles grow</p>
<p dir="ltr">A muffled crying came up to my ears from below</p>
<p dir="ltr">I sat upon the bank there and drank up all my wine</p>
<p><span id="docs-internal-guid-1c8e6426-d3fc-689b-0370-b40c40c0d039">My lover's time had come so soon it would be mine</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2016</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706562016-10-16T20:00:00-04:002021-08-21T03:57:51-04:00Ugly Old Suit
<p dir="ltr">Will they think of me In this ugly old suit</p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm stiff as my collar And shiny as my boot</p>
<p dir="ltr">Makeup to hide my New pale colors</p>
<p dir="ltr">And a big wooden box That cost 3000 dollars</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Walking past me With their frowns and their sobs</p>
<p dir="ltr">While they think about the day They have off from their jobs</p>
<p dir="ltr">Humbly they brag About the flowers that they brought</p>
<p dir="ltr">Saying they were my favorite Even if they were not</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">May the dead never know</p>
<p dir="ltr">What a party we throw</p>
<p dir="ltr">May they never hear the secrets and lies</p>
<p dir="ltr">May they have no doubt</p>
<p dir="ltr">May their money run out</p>
<p dir="ltr">Just in time to miss how we act when somebody dies</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Fancy old jackets With dust on the shoulder</p>
<p dir="ltr">A dress that fit fine Before they got so much older</p>
<p dir="ltr">Music so dreary Even the preacher is bored</p>
<p dir="ltr">But his sermon is short So they all thank the lord</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then out to a field With some nicely carved rocks</p>
<p dir="ltr">And six foot hole For my shiny new box</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then it's just me And my friend with the dirt</p>
<p dir="ltr">Thank god I am free And can never be hurt</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Every last relation</p>
<p dir="ltr">Every eye on the will</p>
<p dir="ltr">Every denomination</p>
<p dir="ltr">Every funeral bill</p>
<p dir="ltr">Every tearful handshake</p>
<p dir="ltr">Every disputed keepsake</p>
<p><span id="docs-internal-guid-22123bba-d3fa-a9e0-6ec8-1ecb5808b6aa">It’s going on still</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2016</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706552016-10-16T20:00:00-04:002021-08-20T10:35:05-04:00Under These Stars
<p dir="ltr">Most exciting thing in a young man's life</p>
<p dir="ltr">Is to ask the girl on his shoulder to be his wife</p>
<p dir="ltr">Basking in a haze of kisses and booze</p>
<p dir="ltr">On a green hilltop with nothing to lose</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">When she said yes he flew up so high</p>
<p dir="ltr">Passing the planes and birds that were flying by</p>
<p dir="ltr">Touching back down to lay by her side</p>
<p dir="ltr">Couldn't stay still no matter how he tried</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Under these stars and the moon above</p>
<p dir="ltr">Under these stars we learn about love</p>
<p dir="ltr">Under these stars we dance and play</p>
<p dir="ltr">Under these stars we fade away</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Some years later he is a family man</p>
<p dir="ltr">Taking nighttime drives whenever they can</p>
<p dir="ltr">Climbing that hill in the family car</p>
<p dir="ltr">Teaching his kids how small we are</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Planting a tree with his first born son</p>
<p dir="ltr">On the old hilltop they all had some fun</p>
<p dir="ltr">Marking that trunk with a pocketknife</p>
<p dir="ltr">Keeping a record of a real good life</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">When the last days came she was first to go</p>
<p dir="ltr">He haunted that hill and made some flowers grow</p>
<p dir="ltr">Laying in the grass looking up in space</p>
<p dir="ltr">Wanting one more time just to see her face</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2016</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706542016-10-16T20:00:00-04:002016-10-17T07:39:07-04:00Confession Blues
<p dir="ltr">I got one more hour Before the cops catch me</p>
<p dir="ltr">You gotta hear what I say While I still am free</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I didn't mean to shoot her down Didn't think I could </p>
<p dir="ltr">She got out the car But I knew she would</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">She wouldn't let it be</p>
<p dir="ltr">It was just a fight between me and Johnny Lee</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I had him in my sights One bullet would do</p>
<p dir="ltr">He began to cry And my aim was true</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">And then I heard a car door slam And my eyes went red</p>
<p dir="ltr">And when I came to They both were dead</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">And then the sirens grew</p>
<p dir="ltr">I ran right here to get away from them boys in blue</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I gave them the slip But it won't take long</p>
<p dir="ltr">They're gonna track me down Because I've done wrong</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Not going to jail again No handcuff drive</p>
<p dir="ltr">No jury or judge They won't take me alive</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">So play me one more song</p>
<p dir="ltr">And then I'll have one more drink and be moving along</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Just one more thing Is there a way out back</p>
<p dir="ltr">You can have my gun And this money sack</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I won't need no gun no more And none of Johnny's cash</p>
<p dir="ltr">Just a good strong drink And a backdoor dash</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">And then I'm back on track</p>
<p dir="ltr">And then I'll find a place to wait for that last attack</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I gonna sit real still Won't cry or pout</p>
<p dir="ltr">and they will say my name and wave their guns about</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I am gonna say my prayers To the lord above</p>
<p dir="ltr">I killed Johnny Lee And my sweet sweet love</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then I will run and shout</p>
<p><span id="docs-internal-guid-beeec5f5-d3f0-231b-cbb5-810c9abd71d0">And I will fall when the hail of bullets done take me out</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2016</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706532016-10-16T20:00:00-04:002016-10-17T07:36:27-04:00Bubble
<p dir="ltr">I want to wake up with the shape of your ear in the skin of my shoulder</p>
<p dir="ltr">I want to count all your hairs that slowly turn gray as we get older and older</p>
<p dir="ltr">I want to stay in for days wasting hours away on these silly games</p>
<p dir="ltr">I want to shut out the world til no one remember our names</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I want to live in a bubble with you</p>
<p dir="ltr">I want to avoid all the trouble with you</p>
<p dir="ltr">Let time slip us by</p>
<p dir="ltr">Let the sun slowly die</p>
<p dir="ltr">I want to live in a bubble with you</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I want to sleep late every day of the week wrapped in your arms</p>
<p dir="ltr">I want to laugh at your jokes and fall once again for your charms</p>
<p dir="ltr">I want to cook food with you, and drink booze with you and I feel no shame</p>
<p dir="ltr">I want to do it all alone til no one remembers our names</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I want to just listen to each crazy thought that comes to your head</p>
<p dir="ltr">I want to hear you tell stories and list all the facts that you've read</p>
<p dir="ltr">I want to pretend everything outside of our house has gone up in flames</p>
<p><span id="docs-internal-guid-c47cde25-d3ed-b167-c1bc-72d74dc84608">I want to think no one's left to ever remember our names</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2016</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706522016-10-16T20:00:00-04:002022-05-22T13:15:24-04:00Buckets of Mud
<p dir="ltr">You caught my attention like a penny in a gutter</p>
<p dir="ltr">You shined all nickel and chrome</p>
<p dir="ltr">You gave me no quarter, just sugar cubes and butter</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then hit the road to wander and roam</p>
<p dir="ltr">I was mortally wounded in that darkened alley</p>
<p dir="ltr">Between my heart and my head</p>
<p dir="ltr">I was dragged out to lie in the middle of your street</p>
<p dir="ltr">Until I am nothing but dead</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">So bring your buckets of mud and bottles of blood</p>
<p dir="ltr">And raise them up to the skies</p>
<p dir="ltr">Don't open the casket just sit there and bask in</p>
<p dir="ltr">The moaning and wailing and sighs</p>
<p dir="ltr">Let my poor mother kiss me and everyone miss me</p>
<p dir="ltr">It is time for all the goodbyes</p>
<p dir="ltr">I might be pretending, there is no defending</p>
<p dir="ltr">What happens when true love dies</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">One hundred cuts losing one thousand limbs</p>
<p dir="ltr">Leaving me stumped and alone</p>
<p dir="ltr">One million bullets piercing my skin </p>
<p dir="ltr">As you watch me with eyes made of stone</p>
<p dir="ltr">I'll never recover, I won't meet another</p>
<p dir="ltr">My vision is filling with red</p>
<p dir="ltr">Here I am lying in the middle of your street</p>
<p dir="ltr">Until I am nothing but dead</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2016</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706512014-05-01T20:00:00-04:002014-05-02T07:50:46-04:00King Of The Mountaintop
<p dir="ltr"> </p>
<p dir="ltr">As the Devil said to the Rolling Stones</p>
<p dir="ltr">Can you guess my name</p>
<p dir="ltr">I write about bodies and bones</p>
<p dir="ltr">It’s my claim to fame</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I wear all black as much as I can</p>
<p dir="ltr">And I always have this hat</p>
<p dir="ltr">I wear cowboy boots and I never tan</p>
<p dir="ltr">Cause night time is where its at</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I’m a crazy knuckle buster, and I can’t seem to stop</p>
<p dir="ltr">I’m Big Daddy J, and I’m here to stay, the King of the Mountain Top</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I’ve read more books than I can remember</p>
<p dir="ltr">From Seuss to David Thoreau</p>
<p dir="ltr">I don’t join groups, I am not a member</p>
<p dir="ltr">I lead or I’ve got to go</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I like my wine so red I can chew it</p>
<p dir="ltr">And my whiskey with just a glass</p>
<p dir="ltr">I try to be wise when I go to imbibe</p>
<p dir="ltr">Cause they can both kick my ass</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I’m a crazy knuckle buster and I can’t seem to stop</p>
<p dir="ltr">I’m Big Daddy J, and I’m here to stay, The King of the Mountain Top</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I got two loves in life, and one of them is music</p>
<p dir="ltr">The other is my partner in crime</p>
<p dir="ltr">They both know me better than I know myself</p>
<p dir="ltr">I’ll be with them til the end of time</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I have so much to say before I am through</p>
<p dir="ltr">So much to do before I am done</p>
<p dir="ltr">If you’re hearing this song and diggin my groove</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then maybe I know I’ve won</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I’m a crazy knuckle buster and I can’t seem to stop</p>
<p dir="ltr">I’m Big Daddy J, and I’m here to stay, The King of the Mountain Top</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2014 Jeremy Rodgers</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706502014-05-01T20:00:00-04:002021-06-28T08:43:01-04:00Preacher and Gravedigger
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">That night the ground was soggy</p>
<p dir="ltr">Like freshly mixed cement</p>
<p dir="ltr">Two men stood by an open grave</p>
<p dir="ltr">One tall and one bent</p>
<p dir="ltr">The fog around them lifted</p>
<p dir="ltr">By the light the lantern lent</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">The bent man was a preacher</p>
<p dir="ltr">The holiest man in town</p>
<p dir="ltr">He was praying for the girl</p>
<p dir="ltr">Who was laying in the ground</p>
<p dir="ltr">His folded hands were bloody</p>
<p dir="ltr">And he didn't make a sound</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">His old friend the gravedigger</p>
<p dir="ltr">Was standing right behind</p>
<p dir="ltr">He was humming a little tune</p>
<p dir="ltr">Like he didn't seem to mind</p>
<p dir="ltr">Being wakened after midnight</p>
<p dir="ltr">To treat his friend so kind</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">"Thank you" said the preacher</p>
<p dir="ltr">As he finished up his prayer</p>
<p dir="ltr">"And for you to keep this quiet</p>
<p dir="ltr">I'll double your normal fare"</p>
<p dir="ltr">The gravedigger smiled darkly</p>
<p dir="ltr">And breathed in the cold night air</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">The gravedigger said "Don't worry</p>
<p dir="ltr">We'll take care of this, you'll see</p>
<p dir="ltr">I'll bury all your problems</p>
<p dir="ltr">And for my regular fee</p>
<p dir="ltr">I dig a hole, I fill a hole</p>
<p dir="ltr">It's all the same to me"</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">The preacher nodded his head at that</p>
<p dir="ltr">And then began to sob</p>
<p dir="ltr">Relieved that his old friend</p>
<p dir="ltr">Only cared about his job</p>
<p dir="ltr">Now he could go and find another</p>
<p dir="ltr">Innocent life to rob</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">The gravedigger, he kept humming</p>
<p dir="ltr">and lifted his shovel high</p>
<p dir="ltr">He said "This time's a little different</p>
<p dir="ltr">Let me tell you why</p>
<p dir="ltr">You'll be with her in that grave tonight</p>
<p dir="ltr">Before we say goodbye"</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">The gravedigger brought the shovel</p>
<p dir="ltr">Down on the preacher's head</p>
<p dir="ltr">The skull, it split wide open</p>
<p dir="ltr">And the grave it filled with red</p>
<p dir="ltr">As he kicked the preacher into the hole</p>
<p dir="ltr">Here's what the gravedigger said</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">You should be more careful </p>
<p dir="ltr">who you pick for your twisted aims</p>
<p dir="ltr">The woman you are lying on</p>
<p dir="ltr">Happens to have my last name</p>
<p dir="ltr">I should have stopped you sooner</p>
<p dir="ltr">And for that I take the blame</p>
<p dir="ltr">I dig a hole, I fill a hole</p>
<p dir="ltr">To end your wicked game</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2014 Jeremy Rodgers</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706492014-05-01T20:00:00-04:002014-05-02T07:46:57-04:00Cut Me Down
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I am dancing on air, save me save me</p>
<p dir="ltr">I am dancing on air, without any sound</p>
<p dir="ltr">I am dancing on air, save me save me</p>
<p dir="ltr">oh cut me right down to the ground, lord</p>
<p dir="ltr">just cut me right down to the ground</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I am swinging in time, save me save me</p>
<p dir="ltr">I am swinging in time, swinging around</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I am choking on rope, save me save me</p>
<p dir="ltr">I am choking on rope, and making no sound</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">they are yelling my name, save me save me</p>
<p dir="ltr">they are yelling my name, like baying hounds</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">i’ve committed no crime, save me save</p>
<p dir="ltr">i’ve committed no crime, no justice is found</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">my face turning blue, save me save</p>
<p dir="ltr">my face turning blue, with eyes big and round</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">so high in the sky, save me save me</p>
<p dir="ltr">so high in the sky, to feel like i’ve drowned</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">i see all the light, save me save me</p>
<p>i see all the light, light coming down</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2014 Jeremy Rodgers</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706482014-05-01T20:00:00-04:002014-05-02T07:44:54-04:00Woken By The Devil
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I was woken by the devil</p>
<p dir="ltr">By the devil</p>
<p dir="ltr">In my room</p>
<p dir="ltr">He was dancing on the ceiling</p>
<p dir="ltr">On the ceiling </p>
<p dir="ltr">To a tune</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">So I lit me up a candle</p>
<p dir="ltr">Up a candle</p>
<p dir="ltr">By my bed</p>
<p dir="ltr">I said hey devil whatcha doing</p>
<p dir="ltr">Watcha doing </p>
<p dir="ltr">To my head</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">He said I have come to take you</p>
<p dir="ltr">Come to take you</p>
<p dir="ltr">Back to hell</p>
<p dir="ltr">I said hey devil you don't know me</p>
<p dir="ltr">You don't know me</p>
<p dir="ltr">Very well</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then he pulled me by my ankle</p>
<p dir="ltr">By my ankle</p>
<p dir="ltr">To the floor</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then the devil start to drag me</p>
<p dir="ltr">Start to drag me</p>
<p dir="ltr">To the door</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I said devil you can't take me</p>
<p dir="ltr">You can't take me</p>
<p dir="ltr">Anyway</p>
<p dir="ltr">I said its not my time, so leave me</p>
<p dir="ltr">Please just leave me</p>
<p dir="ltr">If you may</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">He said I don't know why you're fighting</p>
<p dir="ltr">What you're fighting</p>
<p dir="ltr">Fighting for</p>
<p dir="ltr">He said that heaven doesn't want you</p>
<p dir="ltr">Doesn't want you</p>
<p dir="ltr">Anymore</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2014 Jeremy Rodgers</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706472014-05-01T20:00:00-04:002014-05-02T07:43:38-04:00Chesapeake
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">It's been so many years since</p>
<p dir="ltr">You've pushed our love away</p>
<p dir="ltr">Ran out that old screen door</p>
<p dir="ltr">For the Chesapeake Bay</p>
<p dir="ltr">But now you're coming in the </p>
<p dir="ltr">Basement door wanting to stay</p>
<p dir="ltr">Why don't you stay</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Open your eyes and you'll see</p>
<p dir="ltr">The rain has gone</p>
<p dir="ltr">Open your eyes or you'll be the only one</p>
<p dir="ltr">You will be the only one</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">It's been fits and starts </p>
<p dir="ltr">and dreams of wintertime</p>
<p dir="ltr">You hitched your ride with </p>
<p dir="ltr">No reason rhythm or rhyme</p>
<p dir="ltr">What makes you happy here</p>
<p dir="ltr">And your pain so sublime</p>
<p dir="ltr">Is it a sign</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">What is left of the city</p>
<p dir="ltr">And who took the poison</p>
<p dir="ltr">Where are the 21 guns</p>
<p><span id="docs-internal-guid-6ca43b0a-be3f-277e-e30b-029feb568de7">How can you have any fun</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2014 Jeremy Rodgers</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706462014-05-01T20:00:00-04:002014-05-02T07:42:21-04:00Night Dragon
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Down in my hole</p>
<p dir="ltr">Deep in my soul</p>
<p dir="ltr">I’m reigning</p>
<p dir="ltr">On my mountaintop</p>
<p dir="ltr">It never stops</p>
<p dir="ltr">raining</p>
<p dir="ltr">Watch the billow smoke</p>
<p dir="ltr">And let the night drag on</p>
<p dir="ltr">let the night drag on</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Wrap my claws around you</p>
<p dir="ltr">Take you under my wing</p>
<p dir="ltr">Breathe my fire upon you</p>
<p dir="ltr">I’m gonna make you sing</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">I was born</p>
<p dir="ltr">With these horns</p>
<p dir="ltr">above me</p>
<p dir="ltr">And these scales</p>
<p dir="ltr">pointy tail</p>
<p dir="ltr">around me</p>
<p dir="ltr">look me over again</p>
<p dir="ltr">and let the night drag on</p>
<p><span id="docs-internal-guid-1fa092f7-be3e-0110-1565-4accd0f143df">let the night drag on</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2014 Jeremy Rodgers</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706452014-05-01T20:00:00-04:002014-05-02T07:39:49-04:00Never Look Back Again
<p dir="ltr"> </p>
<p dir="ltr">If you are ever driving </p>
<p dir="ltr">over the nearest county line</p>
<p dir="ltr">And you see a fair haired stranger </p>
<p dir="ltr">with a bottle of dark red wine</p>
<p dir="ltr">Just keep on going </p>
<p dir="ltr">And never look back again</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">If you are ever walking</p>
<p dir="ltr">Past the old house late a night</p>
<p dir="ltr">And you hear a voice a crying </p>
<p dir="ltr">Don't try to make it right</p>
<p dir="ltr">Just keep on going</p>
<p dir="ltr">And never look back again</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">All the stars keep falling</p>
<p dir="ltr">And the moon keeps calling</p>
<p dir="ltr">And the clouds keep crawling</p>
<p dir="ltr">And the pain don't end</p>
<p dir="ltr">Never look back again </p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">If you are ever hungry</p>
<p dir="ltr">And a little more than lost</p>
<p dir="ltr">And you hear the people whisper </p>
<p dir="ltr">Don't think about the cost</p>
<p dir="ltr">Just keep on going</p>
<p dir="ltr">And never look back again</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">When your time gets narrow</p>
<p dir="ltr">With nothing more to do</p>
<p dir="ltr">And a man in black comes knocking</p>
<p dir="ltr">Saying I have come for you</p>
<p dir="ltr">Just keep on going</p>
<p dir="ltr">And never look back again</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">What is waiting around each bend</p>
<p dir="ltr">Can only reach you in the end</p>
<p dir="ltr">I promise this and recommend</p>
<p dir="ltr">Keep going</p>
<p><span id="docs-internal-guid-d8cb49a7-be3b-9966-83e4-355590ecfb99">And never look back again</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2014 Jeremy Rodgers</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706442014-05-01T20:00:00-04:002014-05-02T07:34:18-04:00No Matter
<p dir="ltr"> </p>
<p dir="ltr">When we are old </p>
<p dir="ltr">and have little time</p>
<p dir="ltr">Will you hold me</p>
<p dir="ltr">And look deep in my eyes</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">And will you be there </p>
<p dir="ltr">when the lights go out</p>
<p dir="ltr">To assure me</p>
<p dir="ltr">And wipe away my doubt</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">No matter where we go</p>
<p dir="ltr">No matter what's waiting</p>
<p dir="ltr">No matter if we will meet again</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Will you think</p>
<p dir="ltr">Of our better times</p>
<p dir="ltr">The days when</p>
<p dir="ltr">We couldn't see the end</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">And will you live</p>
<p dir="ltr">Your life joyfully</p>
<p dir="ltr">Never wanting</p>
<p dir="ltr">Or regretting a single day</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">No matter where we go</p>
<p dir="ltr">No matter what's waiting</p>
<p dir="ltr">No matter if we will meet again</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">If I could choose</p>
<p dir="ltr">Our destiny</p>
<p dir="ltr">We would both go </p>
<p dir="ltr">Never being apart</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">But should I leave</p>
<p dir="ltr">Before you, babe</p>
<p dir="ltr">Will you carry on</p>
<p dir="ltr">And take my heart with you</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">No matter where you go</p>
<p dir="ltr">No matter what's waiting</p>
<p dir="ltr">No matter if we will meet again</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2014 Jeremy Rodgers</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706432014-05-01T20:00:00-04:002014-05-02T07:34:28-04:00Darkest Hour
<p dir="ltr"> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Phone call</p>
<p dir="ltr">Message surprises you</p>
<p dir="ltr">Though you have been waiting for the call for years</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">They know</p>
<p dir="ltr">How much you can’t be sure</p>
<p dir="ltr">You know they are coming to take you away</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Back against the wall</p>
<p dir="ltr">Nothing to do at all</p>
<p dir="ltr">Your game is over, you’re going to fall</p>
<p dir="ltr">It’s your darkest hour</p>
<p dir="ltr">Head against the floor</p>
<p dir="ltr">Nothing to do anymore</p>
<p dir="ltr">Waiting for someone to knock down your door</p>
<p dir="ltr">It’ your darkest hour</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">For so long</p>
<p dir="ltr">You thought no one knew the truth</p>
<p dir="ltr">You thought all sins had been washed away</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">You'll pay</p>
<p dir="ltr">But the relief is frightening</p>
<p dir="ltr">now there is nothing to do but wait</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">You can't run anymore but it's Ok</p>
<p dir="ltr">Your escape from the freedom is starting today</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">your eyes close</p>
<p dir="ltr">wishing the tears would flow</p>
<p dir="ltr">isn't this how it was supposed to end</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2014 Jeremy Rodgers</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706422014-05-01T20:00:00-04:002014-05-02T07:34:41-04:00Little Rabbits
<p dir="ltr"> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Red hooded figures in farmers boots</p>
<p dir="ltr">Walking out of three different churches</p>
<p dir="ltr">Driving black ribboned tractors on cobblestone roads</p>
<p dir="ltr">Listening to down home dirges. </p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Their faces are glowing with phosphorus light</p>
<p dir="ltr">They stand and they sing deep into the night</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Præy on</p>
<p dir="ltr">Præy on little rabbits, pray on.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Præy on little rabbits, pray on.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Præy on little rabbits, pray on.</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">The old woman pointing with bible in hand</p>
<p dir="ltr">At the bonfire down in the hollow</p>
<p dir="ltr">There are candles to burn and old ones to call</p>
<p dir="ltr">And more than just moonshine to swallow</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">The star up above is shining so bright </p>
<p dir="ltr">They stand and they sing deep into the night</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Præy on...</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">The words they say are much older than stone</p>
<p dir="ltr">And leaves their minds twisted and muddy</p>
<p dir="ltr">When the morning comes they will all go home</p>
<p dir="ltr">Except the one whose night ended so bloody</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">They all played their part without any fight</p>
<p dir="ltr">They stand and they sing deep into the night</p>
<p><span id="docs-internal-guid-127af454-be2f-5204-d793-4d3b96dc767b"><br>Præy on...</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Copyright 2014 Jeremy Rodgers</p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706412014-05-01T20:00:00-04:002014-05-02T07:34:56-04:00Pine Box Blues
<p dir="ltr"> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Just float me down this river</p>
<p dir="ltr">in a coffin made of pine</p>
<p dir="ltr">I don’t need no 6 feet of dirt</p>
<p dir="ltr">to hide behind</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">When the preacher talks on Sunday</p>
<p dir="ltr">make sure he says my name</p>
<p dir="ltr">and all the wrongs I’ve done</p>
<p dir="ltr">so noone does the same</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Tell me girl I’m sorry</p>
<p dir="ltr">I shot her daddy down</p>
<p dir="ltr">Now she can follow her heart</p>
<p dir="ltr">when the next boy comes around</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">The law will come on Monday</p>
<p dir="ltr">to hang me from a tree</p>
<p dir="ltr">Tell them I’ve gone sailing</p>
<p dir="ltr">in a pine box made for me</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Seal my coffin well boys</p>
<p dir="ltr">put those nails in good</p>
<p dir="ltr">I wanna float on down this river</p>
<p dir="ltr">as long as the Devil thinks I should</p>
<p dir="ltr"> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Copyrght 2014 Jeremy Rodgers</p>
<p> </p>
Jeremy Rodgerstag:jeremyarodgers.com,2005:Post/60706402014-05-01T20:00:00-04:002014-05-02T07:35:06-04:00Washerwoman
<p dir="ltr"> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Light up the woodpile</p>
<p dir="ltr">Unbutton your coat</p>
<p dir="ltr">Let the sweet memories</p>
<p dir="ltr">Burn in your throat</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">The sun has pickled</p>
<p dir="ltr">Our bodies again</p>
<p dir="ltr">Let's sing down the moon</p>
<p dir="ltr">And wait for the end</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Come to me old washerwoman</p>
<p dir="ltr">Shake the dust off our old skin and bones</p>
<p dir="ltr">With hazy hands and calloused minds</p>
<p dir="ltr">We will rebel at the rest of our kind</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Close off the lamplight</p>
<p dir="ltr">Stare at the stars</p>
<p dir="ltr">Nothing ever changes</p>
<p dir="ltr">From the hoods of our cars</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Laughing away</p>
<p dir="ltr">Our troubles once more</p>
<p dir="ltr">Smiles make us mortal</p>
<p dir="ltr">And our spirits to soar</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Come to me old washerwoman...</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Naked walk like children</p>
<p dir="ltr">Dance down the hall</p>
<p dir="ltr">Leave the future lying</p>
<p dir="ltr">With the rest of it all</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Point out the way</p>
<p dir="ltr">With lyric and poem</p>
<p dir="ltr">So far far away</p>
<p dir="ltr">We fly away home</p>
<p> </p>
<p dir="ltr">Come to me old washerwoman...</p>
<p> Copyright 2014 Jeremy Rodgers</p>
Jeremy Rodgers