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Carry Me Home
04:43
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I've been sitting on the beach, a bottle in reach.
Yesterday, I was on the road.
I didn’t want to come back to the bills and the crap
So, I grabbed my guitar and I drove.
Along the way, I passed a sign that read,
“Life’s a beach, then you die.”
So, I took it to heart, said I need a fresh start
And turned the car to the coast.
As the morning went on, the sun got brighter
Another sign reached out and spoke.
It said, “We’ve got the lowest prices on beer
and we won’t be undersold.”
Well, who can resist a deal? Not me,
So I loaded the beer and the ice.
I made one last stop at the pizza shop
And then I got back on the road.
You might think it’s funny
Hard to believe, but it’s true…
But, I’d rather be on a beach with a brew
Than to be there working with you.
They’ll have to carry me home, carry me home.
Yeah, I’d rather be on the beach with a brew than to be there sitting with you.
They’ll have to carry me home, carry me home.
Yeah, I’d rather be on the beach with a brew than to be there sitting with you.
9 texts later, a few drinks braver
I finally checked my phone
A voice mail stated, the boss is waiting
Could I please pick up and call Joan?
Well, I thought about it, but there’s no doubt that
I couldn’t work if I tried.
So, I popped another top, turned off the phone
Then I laughed and I rolled my eyes
Just then my good buddy
Pulled up next to my car
He said, “hey man, I been looking for you
And I’ve got a case of beer , too!"
They’ll have to carry me home, carry me home.
Yeah, I’d rather be on the beach with a brew than to be there working with you.
They’ll have to carry me home, carry me home.
Yeah, We’d rather be on the beach with a brew than to be there sitting with you.
Well, an hour or two passed, maybe a few
We were still singing, playing guitar.
When this rough looking man with beads and a tan said,
“Hey boys, I’ve got this bar.”
“Our main band cancelled and we’ve got a crowd.
Free beer! Would you mind coming down? “
Well, we were pretty crocked, but we gave it some thought
Free beer, yeah ok… BUT…
They’ll have to carry us home, carry us home.
There’s nothing better we’d like to do than to be there playing for you.
Carry us home, carry us home.
There’s nothing better than beaches and brew and to be here playing for YOU.
Carry us home, carry us home….
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Tailgate to the Beach
04:41
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This old life can get to me, and be so damned lonely
I been drinking on my own, feeling empty and alone
As I try to wash away the pain away.
Maybe it’s time to pass that next drink by… and think of you
Clear the blur that’s in my eyes, cleanse the numbness in my mind
And face the ocean water again.
I think I’ll pack and head down South
Let the clouds guide me around where I should be.
I’ll put my tailgate to the beach
Let the warm breeze go through me and wander free.
Look out to the blue and see the sky… look real high
I remember sitting here with you… I remember saying goodbye.
Now, I’ve got my tailgate to the beach
Not a person I can see, it’s just me.
I’ve got my tailgate to the beach
And a soul that I can’t reach is calling me.
Every now and then you make a friend and life goes on and gets itself so… crazy
See the ashes from the fire, see the Phoenix never rise, I miss you baby.
Look up to the sky and close my eyes… I know you’re near me
I can see that smile upon your face and the warm sun feels like your embrace
I know you’re here.
I packed it up and went down South
No need or room for doubt of where you’d be.
Now, I’ve got my tailgate to the beach
And the soul I couldn’t reach is here with me.
Yeah, I’ve got my tailgate to the beach
Shoulda known you’d always been within me…
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Fried Okra
03:15
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I was born in Oklahoma way too long ago
I grew up eating things that Momma knew
I got a strange addiction to a breaded, fried, condition
And the rest, I guess, is what I’ll preach to you.
Mornings our whole family’d go to Conrad’s
That farm, it had the best of local grown
Grab a bushel and ketchup, go back home and cut it up
Then we listen to that sizzle ‘til it’s done.
Fried Okra – In the morning Fried Okra – In the afternoon Fried Okra – That’s the taste of Summer Fried Okra – Darlin’ I love you.
Later on in life and livin’ lonely
Tried to make it, but my own just wouldn’t do
So, I called my Mom and asked her for the secret
“Bacon grease, iron skillet, burn it good.”
Now I make it up when I get home sick
Make an okra pizza when I’m feeling good
But my work it takes me all around the country
So, I gotta seek it out to get me through.
Pop’s funky stuff on 66 will surely get yourself some kicks
And Rons’ esta muy caliente
Yeah Riscky’s in the stockyards with a side of fried corn’s frisky
But, a roadside stand will often make my day.
Fried Okra – In the morning Fried Okra – In the afternoon Fried Okra – That’s the taste of Summer Fried Okra – Darlin’ I love you.
Brothers, Sisters, here I stand before you
I testify the truth I have found
I was looking for a city where the okra grows so pretty
And the sin of gumbo never comes through town.
Glory, hallelujah to the faithful
Let’s thank God for all the grub that abounds
It’s the popcorn of the South, crunchy meltin’ in your mouth
Can I get a hallelujah once from you?
Fried Okra – In the morning Fried Okra – In the afternoon Fried Okra – That’s the taste of Summer Fried Okra – Darlin’ I love you.
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GPS to Nowhere
03:32
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4 o’clock in the morning, no sun up in the sky
It’s a beautiful day in its own special way as the night time says goodbye
Sun comes up, suits come out, city madness comes alive…
Set that GPS to nowhere and drive.
When I was young, I had so much fun with my Granddad passing time
Early Saturday, every holiday, to the lake, yeah, we would drive
Did the same with my Dad, to wherever time would have, God I miss those day long rides
Not sure how it happened, but the times aren’t “now” and I long for a peaceful drive.
Fill the tank with gas, they can kiss my ass, tell the world I’m not around
Set the navigation to nowhere fast and get me out of town
Crank the music up, put the pedal down, sing along to your favorite song
Set that GPS to nowhere and drive.
Free, all alone along the highway
No more wasted time, just my way
I’ve got to find a new direction, get out of that old scene
The world’s a big adventure, can’t you see?
Fill the tank with gas, they can kiss my ass, tell the world I’m not around
Set the navigation to nowhere fast and get me out of town
Crank the music up, put the pedal down, sing along to your favorite song
Set that GPS to nowhere and drive.
6 o’clock on Thursday, the evening says hello
Days been long, I did something wrong, but what I just don’t know
That weekend can’t come fast enough, feel like I can’t survive
Gonna set that GPS to nowhere and drive.
8 o’clock on Sunday, free times’ come and gone
Do I use my head and go back to bed or is it time to get the party on?
Free, all alone along the highway
No more wasted time, just my way
I’ve got to find a new direction, get out of that old scene
The world’s a big adventure, can’t you see?
Fill the tank with gas, they can kiss my ass, tell the world I’m not around
Set the navigation to nowhere fast and get me out of town
Crank the music up, put the pedal down, sing along to your favorite song
Set that GPS to nowhere and drive.
Yeah, set that GPS to nowhere and drive.
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Population You and Me
04:03
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Well, hello... I don’t know where to start…
Remember that night, it broke our little hearts?
Dancing in the moonlight, playing in the park
We thought we’d never be apart
I watched you ride away
Tears in my eyes, not much I could say
I hope that someday you will drive my way
And stay…
There won’t be any love around, till you come passing through my town
There’s a sign on the interstate, “Population You & Me”
Take a ride, baby, come on down
Won’t you save this rodeo clown?
Find my sign on the interstate, “Population You & Me”
I saw your brother yesterday
Asked how you were, he said you were gray
He said a smile never meets your face
Yeah, my life, it’s going the same way
I miss you every day
I hope this letter finds its way to say, “Come Stay!”
‘Cause every time I think I see you, it’s not fate
And every time I think I feel you, I can’t wait
There won’t be any love around, till you come passing through my town
There’s a sign on the interstate, “Population You & Me”
Take a ride, baby, come on down
Won’t you save this rodeo clown?
Find my sign on the interstate, “Population You & Me”
I keep walking on hallowed ground
I get up, but I fall right down
The unknown beats me around each living day
There won’t be any love around
Till you come passing through my town
Won’t you please come here and find a way to stay?
Longing for your smile, hoping for you touch
Madness all around me, I miss you so much
My sign on the interstate says, “Population You & Me”
Take the old road, exit on the right
I’ll be waiting for you when you get here tonight
My sign on the interstate says, “Population You & Me”
Yeah, my sign on the interstate, “Population You & Me”
There won’t be any love around, till you come passing through my town
There’s a sign on the interstate, “Population You & Me”
Take a ride, baby, come on down
Won’t you save this rodeo clown?
Find the sign on the interstate, “Population You & Me”
Yeah, find my sign on the interstate, “Population You & Me”
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Roy Holliday Fort Worth, Texas
Roy Holliday is a Texas based songwriter, occasional radio show host and founding member of the band Sand Dollar Rodeo. Whether writing, recording or sharing the stage with colorful characters across America's highways, the musical adventure always continues... Thanks for dropping in! ... more
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