Out of Here
Lyrics and Liner notes: Stay A Little Longer We first heard a San Antonio band, 10 City Run, take the old classic "Stay A Little Longer" and give it the 'ol Quentin Tarantino eery sound". We started playing it that way at our live shows and it was a hit. So we decided to put it on the CD, and even chose it as the first song since the lyrics include "Don't see why you don't stay a little longer" and the name of the CD is "Out Of Here". Harmonies are done by Kathy Hagood and the overlay of the tambourine supplied by Roger Williamson really brings it all together. Don't go home if you're going by the mill the bridge is washed out at the bottom of the hill Big Creek's up, Little Creek's level, Plow my ground with a double shovel (Chorus:) Stay all night, stay a little longer Dance all night, dance a little longer Pull off your coat, throw it in the corner Don't see why you can't stay a little longer. Well, grab your girl, pat her on the head If she don't like biscuits, feed her cornbread Girls on Big Creek about half grown Jump on a man like a dog on a bone (Chorus) You ought to see my Blue Eyed Sally She lives way down on Shinbone Alley Number on the gate, the number on the door The next house over is the grocery store. Crazy Eddie's Last Hurrah Great Reckless Kelly song. Love the Reckless Kelly T-shirt showing Crazy Eddie. Then we heard Cross Canadian Ragweed cover the song only because "it's a damn good song" on their Live From Billy Bob's CD. We added it to our set list and it has been a hit. We love playing our rendition of it. WELL IT SURE DIDN'T TAKE TOO LONG I WOKE UP IN THE MORNING SHE WAS GONE THE GOOD BYE LETTER DIDN'T SAY DEAR JOHN IT SAID GOOD BYE SUCKER I'M GONE SHE WAS A HOME GROWN MOUNTAIN GIRL RAISED IN A DIFFERENT WORLD I WAS A WANNA BE ROCKER SHE WAS MORE INTO MERLE I COULDN'T SEE IT JUST WOULDN'T WORK NOW I'M DOUBLE FISTIN LONGNECKS AND GRAPEFRUIT AND STOLI BUT I'M NEVER GETTING OVER JOLIE SO I POURED MYSELF IN THE CAR AND DROVE ON DOWN TO THE BAR BUT THEY WOULDN'T LET ME IN 'CAUSE I AIN'T A MOVIE STAR SO I DROVE TO THE HORSESHOE ON LAMAR AND THE BOUNCER THREW ME OUT TOO SO I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO I PICKED UP THE PHONE AND I CALLED GUESS WHO BUT THE CALL BLOCK WOULDN'T LET ME THROUGH NOW I'M WISHIN FOR SOME DRUGS OR A SHRINK TO CONSOLE ME BUT I'M NEVER GETTING OVER JOLIE SO I PACKED UP ALL OF MY GUNS AND A PIPE BOMB JUST FOR FUN I DROVE OUT TO HER PLACE AND PARKED OUT ON THE LAWN THAT'S RIGHT. I ALWAYS WAS THE CRAZY ONE. AND HER BOYFRIEND WAS SURE NICE TO ME SAID CALM DOWN WOULD YOU LIKE A DRINK SO I SHOT HIM FULL OF HOLES FROM HIS NOSE TO HIS KNEES AND I POLISHED OFF HER LITTLE SWEET PEA NOW I'M DOWN ON THE GROUND FEELING DIRTY AND UNHOLY BUT I'M NEVER GETTING OVER JOLIE AND I'LL PROBABLY GET LIFE / AT LEAST DO 40 BUT I'M NEVER GETTING OVER JOLIE Dreadful Selfish Crime This is an old Robert Earl Keen song that he used to introduce to the audience by saying "here's a song about pissing your life away". We've been playing this song since day one and like the jivy beat of the tune. Seems like yesterday I was here Dreamin' my life away and drinkin' beer Staying up till dawn strummin' on guitars Sleepin' all day long just like the big rock stars Barely livin' on money from tip jars I had a little place just up the block Had me a French girlfriend I loved the way she talked We spent our afternoons watchin' the TV Findin' things to do that we could do for free When we split up she said you don't do enough for me CHORUS: I am guilty of a dreadful selfish crime I had robbed myself of all my precious time Had my first gig here in the neighborhood We had a little band I thought was good Hocked my old shotgun bought a used P.A. We got a quart of rum drank it all that day When the big gig come we were just to drunk to play CHORUS Sometimes I can't believe those days are gone Most of my friends back then have moved along One's in Hollywood one's a millionaire Some are gone for good some still livin' here Me I'm just the same lost in a crowd Lookin' for the rain in a thunder cloud I have moved around but it don't matter though One thing I have found there are just two ways to go It all comes down to livin' fast or dyin' slow CHORUS Small Town Way Mark Hagood: I wrote this song primarily based upon going through high school in little Sweetwater, Texas, nestled in the Rolling Plains/Big Country area of West Texas, home of the World's Largest Rattlesnake Roundup. I'm very proud of my hometown and the experiences I had there. I was fortunate to spend every day in one house in one town. My dad was the town barber. I went from kindergarten through high school with a lot of the same kids. Weekends during high school were the best, once I got out from under mom's wing, that is. In a small town, you have to invent your weekend fun. You don't hang at the mall. What mall? We would burn gallons of gasoline going up and down the strip from the First National Bank to the Sonic, over and over. Fights were either in parking lots or alleys. Keg parties were out at the lake and the Cleatchy pits, a big dug-out section outside of town. We all had jobs around town as well. Mine was the best. I got to DJ at KXOX, spinning country music and monitoring Dallas Cowboy games. Life was goooooooooood! Shout out to Bill (Morris) and Russell (Imken) at the beginning of the song, the two guys I planned most of my mischevious weekends with. ME AND BILL AND RUSSELL JUST FIGURING OUT OUR DREAMS ON THE ONLY 4-LANE COMIN THROUGH TOWN THAT'S A SMALL TOWN FRIDAY NITE SCENE FIGHTS IN THE KMART PARKIN LOT AND BACK SEAT RENDEVOUS SCORE SOME BEER SO WE CAN GET DRUNK FOOTBALL TEAM'S GONNA WIN OR LOSE. (CHORUS) THAT'S A SMALL TOWN HIGH SCHOOL WEEKEND CAN'T SAY THERE'S NOTHING TO DO IT JUST TAKES MORE IMAGINATION THAN A BIG CITY DEMANDS OF YOU. DON'T HAVE A BIG MALL WITH GO-CART TRACKS AND A 10 SCREEN CINEPLEX BUT WE'D GATHER AT THE VACANT FIVE AND DIME HIPPIES, PUNKS AND FARMING REDNECKS AND STUCK BEHIND A TRACTOR IS THE ONLY TRAFFIC JAM (A SCHOOL BUS) EVERYBODY KNOWS EVERYONE'S NAME IT'S A DIFFERENT WAY TO GO THROUGH HIGH SCHOOL BIG DREAMS IN A SMALL TOWN WAY. VERSE 2 AS LONG AS SOMEONE'S GOT SOME WHEELS AND AT LEAST ENOUGH GAS WE CAN HEAD TO THE LAKE OR CLEACHIE PITS DRIVIN WAY TOO FAST PUMPIN THAT KEG TIL IT RUNS DRY BUT YA GOTTA GET YOUR OWN CUP DON'T MATTER IF IT'S HANK OR ZZ TOP ROLL DOWN THE WINDOWS AND CRANK IT UP. (CHORUS) JOBS AT THE LOCAL GROCERY STORE, FAST FOOD OR HAULIN HAY LISTENING TO THE LOCAL RADIO 'CAUSE YOU KNOW THE LOCAL DJ ONLY JUST ONE HIGH SCHOOL / JUST ONE PRINCIPAL TOO SURE HAD TO GET CREATIVE IF HE DIDN'T CARE FOR YOU AND WHEN A NEW FACE WOULD COME TO TOWN AND SHOW UP AT THE SCHOOL IF IT'S A GIRL SHE BETTER BE SMOKIN HOT A GUY HE BETTER BE COOL. (CHORUS) CRY LONELY This song was written by Chris Knight who is an extremely gifted writer. We first heard his version of the song. Then Cross Canadian Ragweed put it on their "Mission California" CD. It's kind of a "switch-up" song for us and one we had no problem playing right from the git-go. When the rain runs down your window And you can't hold back your tears And you're so afraid to be alone You know I'm always right here [Chorus] And when you cry lonely And I come runnin' I come to your rescue I chase your blues away You cry lonely But you don't really want me And I won't be there one of these days You always say your heart is breakin' Then you hear the wolf outside your door I know you, you just use me Till you don't need me anymore [Chorus] Someday when you know you really love me You're gonna cry my name And I'll be gone [Chorus] I won't be there When you cry my name PUT THAT GUN AWAY Mark Hagood: Just felt like writing a song about a completely hopeless fella because his love had left him and who wanted to die because of it, but couldn't pull the trigger on himself, so he enlisted the help of a cop. Outlaw-ish????? Oh, that non-sensical laughing at the beginning of the song is me and Jay Sellers laughing about something (we can't remember what it was) during the initial scratch tracks. After the song was completed, it was still at the beginning and Roger said, leave it in, man. In it is. PUT THAT GUN AWAY, MAN PUT THAT GUN AWAY LIVE TO BREATHE A LITTLE LONGER SEE ANOTHER DAY TAKE YOUR FINGER OFF THAT TRIGGER EASE YOUR HAND ON DOWN CAUSE I'VE GOT LESS TO LIVE FOR AND I DON'T MIND BEING IN THE GROUND YOU GOT ONE POINTED AT ME I GOT ONE POINTING BACK YOU WORK FOR LAW AND ORDER I GOT THE DEVIL'S BACK I'M SURE YOU GOT A FAMILY AND YOU'RE WORKIN FOR A TINY PAYCHECK BUT I'VE LOST ALL I EVER HAD SHE AIN'T EVER COMIN' BACK. (CHORUS) SO YOU'D BE DOING A FAVOR FOR ME AND ALL MANKIND BUT I'D BE RUINING THE WHOLE WORLD FOR THE ONES YOU LEAVE BEHIND. SO MAYBE YOU SHOULD LET ME GO YOU COULD SAY I GOT AWAY I'D BE SAD I'M STILL ALIVE AND YOU'D LIVE ANOTHER DAY. (CHORUS) SO I'M GONNA TURN AND RUN NOW I TRUST WE HAVE A DEAL I'LL MOVE ON TO ANOTHER TOWN TO FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO KILL I FEEL THE STING THROUGH MY SKIN IT BRINGS ME TO MY KNEES IT'S GETTING DARK / YOU SHOT ME DOWN IT'S GETTING HARD TO BREATHE. YOU DIDN'T PUT THAT GUN AWAY MAN GUESS YOU DID YOUR JOB TODAY I WON'T BE AROUND TOO MUCH LONGER THIS WILL BE MY LAST DAY YOU CAN BE A HERO NOW YOU EARNED THAT LITTLE PAYCHECK I HAD LOST ALL I EVER HAD SHE WASN'T EVER COMING BACK YOU DIDN'T PUT THAT GUN AWAY MAN BUT YOU HELPED ME WITH MY PLAN NOW I GOT WHAT I WANTED THANKS TO THE GUN IN YOUR RIGHT HAND. YOU DIDN'T PUT THAT GUN AWAY MAN YOUR POSTURE NEVER CRACKED BUT THAT'S OKAY THAT YOU SHOT ME DOWN SHE WASN'T EVER COMIN' BACK. HOPE IS SOMETHING YOU HOPE FOR MARK HAGOOD: I WROTE THIS SONG ON AN AIRPLANE COMING BACK FROM TEXAS. WHEN I BEGAN WRITING IT, IT DIDN'T HAVE ANY STRUNG-TOGETHER MEANING AS A WHOLE SONG, AND I'M STILL NOT SURE IT DOES. HOWEVER, EACH LINE INDIVIDUALLY HAS PLENTY OF MEANING. BUT I MADE IT RHYME AND WAH-LAH. THEN WHEN I INTRODUCED IT TO THE GUYS IN THE BAND, ABOUT HALFWAY THROUGH, THEY STARTED GIVING IT A REGGAE BEAT. FROM THERE, WE JUST HAD FUN WITH IT. SPECIAL THANKS TO ROGER WILLIAMSON WHO ADDED ALL OF THE EFFECTS FROM STEEL DRUM TO OCEAN SOUNDS AND SEAGULLS AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN. HOPE IS SOMETHING YOU HOPE FOR LOVE IS SOMETHING YOU NEED BELIEF TAKES A WHOLE LOT OF FAITH MAN AND LIFE'S A HUNGER THAT YOU GOTTA FEED (2X)AND LIFE'S A LEMON THAT YOU GOTTA SQUEEZE (3X)AND LIFE'S BETTER WITH RUM TO ME (4X) AND LIFE'S AN ITCH YOU GOTTA SCRATCH CODA: BELIEF TAKES A WHOLE LOT OF FAITH MAN AND LIFE'S AN EGG THAT YOU GOTTA HATCH CHURCH IS FOR A BELIEVER A PARK IS FOR LOVERS OF EARTH SPACE IS FOR THE WONDERER AND WATER FOR A NEW REBIRTH SO TAKE THAT TRAIN TO NOWHERE PRAY TO GOD ON FAITH WALK A PATH LESS TRAVELED IF IT HELPS YOU FIND YOUR PLACE (CHORUS) (REGGEA) SO YA DRINK HOPING TO CATCH THAT BUZZ AND YOU SMOKE SOMETHING JUST TO RELAX AND YOU FIGURE YOU'LL MEET THE ONE WHO'S RIGHT IF YOU CAN JUST LAND HER IN THE SACK TRAVEL HELPS TO GET YOU SOMEWHERE STAYING HOME GETS YOU STAYED PUT THE THING THAT MATTERS THE MOST I GUESS IS BEING WHEREVER LIFE'S GOOD. MY HOMETOWN WE WANTED TO DO A CHARLIE ROBISON TUNE. IT WAS BETWEEN MY HOMETOWN AND DESPERATE TIMES. WE LOVE DOING BOTH WHEN PLAYING OUT LIVE. EVERYONE HAS A HOMETOWN AND YOU TAKE A PIECE OF IT WITH YOU WHEREVER YOU GO IN LIFE. AT LEAST WE DO. NO ONE IN THE BAND IS ORIGINALLY FROM SC WHERE WE CURRENTLY RESIDE AND USE AS HOME BASE. Well, i had a buddy back in '81, and we made ourselves a pact. We were headin' for the new pipeline, we weren't never comin' back. Well we worked 80 hours making time and a half, but La Grange was too damn hot. We drove back home at the end of that week and we spent it all on pot. Chorus: I'll see you in Houston, if you ever get out that way, i'll see you in Dallas, but i won't have long to stay, if you're ever out west, son, and you're feeling like slowing down, i'll see you around, around my hometown. Well, i played ball every single fall, i could run just like the wind. Went to college like they asked me too but they didn't ask my friends. Don't think i saw a single classroom, but i drank a lot of beer. My friends still love to listen to me when i talk about that year. Chorus: so i'll see you in Houston, if I ever get out that way. I'll see you in Dallas, but i won't have long to stay, if you're ever out west, son, and you're feeling like slowing down. I'll see you around, around my hometown. Now we got ourselves a little band, and we're pretty good i guess but we never learned how to wear our hair, and we never learned how to dress. So i'm leaving town today, I'm never more to roam. Gonna pack my bags a little heavy this time gonna head my ass back home. Chorus: so i'll see you in Nashville, if I ever get out that way. I'll see you in Austin, but i won't have long to stay, if you're ever out west, son, and you're feeling like slowin down. I'll see you around, around my hometown. I'll see you around, around my hometown Southern Justice Mark Hagood: I wrote this song way back in 1998 while playing music with neighborhood musicians/friends on weekends. I was reflecting on the OJ verdict and also how things used to be back in the old western days of the 1800's. Some might call the song controversial because it advocates taking the law into your own hands. I say it's not controversial because it first allows the system to work, giving it first crack at justice. Only if the system fails does "Southern Justice" move in, in the song. And I do truly believe "an eye for an eye is good for the devil every time." Sweet little girl, a pretty little face Alone in a parking lot with darkness every place Not alone anymore - life's scum soon appears. If she fights he gets madder, but she doesn't want him near. So she tries to struggle. He tries to have his way. She winds up unrecognizable. The devil gets away. The cops think they've got him, a system says not. Jury let's him walk away and southern blood is running hot. Chorus: Where's those vigilantes that carry justice out? If you're looking for true justice, get on down south. A little southern justice if you step WAY out of line An eye for an eye is good for the devil every time. Twelve people with no good sense might turn you loose today But a little southern justice is the price you too might pay A little southern justice - That's just us. The devil walks the street again, smiling like a fox Sweet little girl is scarred for life, what happened has been mocked But when the night soon falls and he closes both his eyes He'll wake up near a swamp bed and he'll never see that 'ol sun rise 'cause fair is fair, that's the only way it should be And now those gators and snakes will have their own way, you see. You had your fun, didn't give her a chance But we're gonna give you one You can run on down into that swamp or try, or try, or try To outrun our guns (chorus twice) Tribute to Outlaw Heroes This tribute is to three of the founders of the Outlaw Country Sound. There are many more founders and many more we like to pay tribute to in our live shows. But you just can't go wrong with Willie, Waylon and Cash. We love doing the entire song of each portion of the song that appears on the tribute. In addition, we cover a lot of Waylon, like "Are you sure Hank done it this way", "I've Always Been Crazy", "Ladies Love Outlaws" and more. We've even busted out "Good 'Ol Boys", the theme from the Dukes of Hazard a few times. Cash songs include "Cocaine Blues", "Big River", "Jackson" and "Ring Of Fire", and besides "Bloody Mary Morning", our live sets include "I Can Get Off On You" by Willie, and if we want to slow it down (rarely), everyone loves "Angel Flying Too Close To the Ground". But we had to narrow it down and one verse of "Bloody Mary Morning", one verse of "Don't Y'all Think This Outlaw Bit's Done Got Out Of Hand" and three verses of "Folsom Prison Blues" made the final cut. We hope you enjoy it. The door slamming at the end of the medley was the door to the sound booth in the studio after finishing the vocals. We decided to leave it in since it was/is the last song on the CD.