Featuring Keith Bruce = Guitar,Vocals ...... Pat Bergeson (ie, Chet Atkins Band / Michael McDonald Band) = Harmonica ...... Jay Jackson (ie, Jason Aldean Band) = Pedal Steel ...... Drate Atey (ie, Too Many Bands To List) = Drums ...... Eddie Wilson (ie, Session Great) = Keyboards ...... Josh Koskela = Trumpet ...... Angela James = Back Ground Vocals...... song lyrics: Go Home written by: Keith Bruce I meet Lula Mae, thanksgiving day jacked me with her smile she had a wiggly walk, giggly talk south Georgia style would'nt you know . it was 1/4 til 4 finally found my groove i should have know better, no cinderilla would never go home with you Go Home . go home girl don't want to go home i should have know better, i'm a pretty smart fellow girl don't want to go home go home go home, girl don't want to go home kind of gritty, she ain't that pretty girl don't want to go home next thing i know, she's moping the floor that's when she took my seat i like it here, tell dear help me paint it pink i said oh no, her eyes started to glow when she started folding sheets her stack of clothes, her panty hose before i even blinked Go Home . go home the girl don't want to go home i should have know better, i'm a pretty smart fellow girl don't want to go home go home go home, girl don't want to go home i hid her key, sweetened her tea girl do want to go home 10 long years a trail of tears a few kids running around she's got me going to church, in collared shirts extra 40 pounds go Home . go home girl don't want to go home i should have know better, i'm a pretty smart fellow girls don't want to go home go home go home, girl don't want to go home best beware, with your fred astire girl do want to go home Go Home . go home the girl don't want to go home i should have know better, i'm a pretty smart fellow go home go home, girl don't want to go home nothing worked, even being a jerk girl do want to go home ............................. Stop written by: Keith Bruce (Chorus) i understand you've got work to do sometimes you've got to change your plans and make time for me and you you've got to: Stop, think listen baby Stop, hear what i'm saying Stop, there's more than money Stop, spend a little time with me Chorus Stop, all your late nights baby Stop, all your mid day runnin Stop, all your phones calls baby Stop, give a little love to me Chorus ( accent) You know that i'm missing you my baby I have no plans to leave now that i've built my world around you you've got to make some time for me ................................... Let Me Die In Dixie written by: Keith Bruce LORD want you let me die in dixie amoung the cotten fields, with the smell of sweet magnola by the old battelfield L L D D in my little town neath the angle oak tree Spanish moss hanging down L L D D Among the carolina pines With a warm breeze off the ocean a taste of percimmon wine L L D D neath a harvest moon by a creek in old virgina it all ends to soon see we all have ties that tie us to the south land from the gulf coast to the hills of Tennessee from the Georgia clay to the coal mines of Kentucky from Richmond to the okeechobee L L D D my hunting ground sink me in the buyou with the sun going down L L D D this old rebel soul deep Alabama singing roll tide roll L L D D blue grass all around kissed my morning dew it never makes a sound L L D D can you wait see the dersert sunrise in the lone star state see i'm going to miss the mardi gras in new orleans the muddy banks of the Mississippi sunset on old savannah and Charleston the holy city L L D D blue ridge to the sea south of mason dixson it's all home to me it's all home to me it's all home to me ...................................... Pocotaligo written by: Keith Bruce Last time i saw her, she was waving me goodbye never understood just why one shot, back of my head murder first degree floats me down the river,to the sea chorus: Pocotaligo down the river i go pocotaligo oh so slow pocotaligo with the tidel flow pocotaligo Head lights, starynights slayer on the run count the state lines one by one cold beer, puddle of tears and the shaking has just begun lula's breakdown with a gun chorus I Washed up Sunday morning On the beach at Edisto Pocotaligo river never let me go Lula mae, well she got away Thank GOD she's gone for good I just glad that I died in Dixie ............................................ I'll Be Your Angel written by: Keith Bruce Through it all i will be your angel lift you when you crawl answer when you call i'll be your angle thou you hide from me i'll still be your number one i know what love can do i'll following you i'l be your angel why oh why seems like you waste all your of time worrying asout these thing on your mind have a little faith in love it'll work out every time you belong right here on my shoulders forget about your past you're free atlast i'll be your angel you can live your dreams you were born a lucky one take a lifeline from me be all you can be i'll be your angel lift you when you crawl answer when you call i'll be your angel ...................................... Everything i need written by: Keith Bruce As i crossed the tracks, i saw her walking home her hair was jet black, yacking on her phone a ground attack, in the combat zone Papa told me, sit watch and wait eye candy, is a powerful thing growing stronger, i can't hardly wait (chorus) cause, all i want is, her next to me all i see, great opprotuninty all i know, she brings out the best in me she's only everything i need Pull the skin back, see what's on the bone got to give back, before this bird has flown i'll give you my keys, don't make me wait to long (chorus) cause, all i want is, her company all i see, peace love and harmony all i know, she's good to me she's only everything i need do the back stroke, watching your T.V. take quick smoke, hard for me to leave no time to kick back, off to work and gone ................................................................ Cherry Bomb written by: keith bruce knock knock knock . window pane don't mind sleeping . floor again got no job, pay the rent get my paper . goverment chorus got my jimmy . cotton top none to late . belly flop sun go down . 8 o'clock dail my number . party start chorus solo run joe run . hurricane towmorrow come . try again got no time . for aurgument don't cry now . The moneys spent chorus X5 ................................................... Hotel Konica words and music by: Keith Bruce Welcome to the hotel konica things aren't quite the same at konica prettiest girls on the 7 seas even the clear blue ocean it taste sweet sit and let the sun relax your mind there's no hurry there's no track of time welcome to the hotel konica things aren't quite the same at konica trible music pulses through the air while the ocean breeze blows through your hair as you shift your fingers through the sand you'll be boasting up a island tan intro solo anything you every wished to do konica makes all your dreams come true.