My Songs

This Wooden Box (My Guitar)

2007-11-08T12:03:00.000-08:00

Copyright 2006: Robert Lindsay Nathan, Jr.

She patiently awaits me
Atop her corner stand
Serine and simply stately
Appearing oh so grand

And when I pick her up to play
Her heart beats out a rhyme
Erupting from her wooden soul
A primal patterned time

Her spirit beckons for me
To pick her it up and play
A melody so sweet and soft
That lifts the heart to say

Nothing lasts forever
Life will always change
But love forever carries on
My old guitar explains

Made from steel and wood
A miracle no doubt
With sounds so sweet and mellow
Could resonate about

Sanctify the craftsman
Who made her come to be
This friend who’s never let me down
Gives gracious company

Her spirit beckons for me
To pick her it up and play
A melody so sweet and soft
That lifts the heart to say

Nothing lasts forever
Life will always change
But love forever carries on
My old guitar explains

Calico Heart (Martha's Song)

2007-11-08T11:11:00.000-08:00

Copyright 2007: Robert Lindsay Nathan, Jr.

Two stones that you gave me
Will they save or enslave me?
What do they symbolize?
Are they tears behind eyes?

Two stones that you gave me
Will the weight of them stay me?
Should I carry them light?
Like two torches at night?

To frighten away
All the sins we hold tight
Never knowing can‘t empathize
With tears behind eyes.

Chorus:

I know it’s not near enough
To earn your soft and tender touch
But maybe for now, bear with me a while
It’s as much as my calico heart will allow

Keep it locked away safe
Like the face of the stones
Nothing gets in
Only cold from alone

I speak only the truth
Of the flowers of youth
My gem is now dust
It’s sparkle now rust

As this poetry pains me
Your “slipper” sustains me
So here’s one more try
I’ll aim to explain me.

Chorus

Bridge:

Tell me how it is done
Melding two into one
Like the heart made of stone
In the song sung by Joan?

Chorus

The Builder (Shelter Me)

2007-08-04T06:41:00.000-07:00

Copyright 1995 Robert Lindsay Nathan, Jr.

If you’re wondering why I haven’t written
Or why I haven’t bothered to call,
It’s not that I’ve lost my feelings for you
Or the fact that we’ve ended it all

I’ve been building a fortress of stone
Around the hope that’s left in my life
And every course that I’ve laid, is a year I’ve paid
Wondering if my plans could be right

And the roof will keep out the weather
And the windows will keep out the wind
And the dreams that I keep, on the daytime of sleep
Will help this old worn heart to mend

So if you’re wondering why I haven’t written
Or why I haven’t bothered to call
It’s not that I, sit alone and cry
Behind this psycho-traumatic wall

I’ve been building a fortress of stone
Around the hope that’s left in my life
And the warmth that’s inside, is what’s left of my pride
That your tongue carved away like a knife.

And the roof will keep out the weather
And the windows will keep out the wind
And the door to my past, I can never unlatch
Lest the beasts of the night crawl in

Shelter me from the weather
Shelter me from the wind
Shelter me from, all the things that I’ve done
Shelter me from what might have been

Shelter me from the weather
Shelter me from the wind
Shelter me from, all that I have become
Shelter me from all I have been

Oh shelter me……

Songsmiths and Poets

2007-06-15T06:24:00.000-07:00

Here’s to the songwriters
Bless their lovin’ hearts
Getting’ stomped on and broken
Truly torn all apart

Chorus:

Songsmiths all
Forging their wares
Songsmiths call
So much to share
Songsmiths and poets
Lived it then wrote it
We’d never have known it
Save the songsmiths and poets

Here’s to the balladeers
Bless their lovin’ hearts
Spinning stories to tell
Weaving their art

Chorus

Bridge:

So here’s to the writers, of songs for our tears
Poets and songsmiths, and lone balladeers
Setting our hearts free, releasing our fears
Here’s to those musicians, bending our ears

Here’s to the troubadours
Bless their lovin’ hearts
Travelin’ and traipsing
Living lives apart.

Chorus

We’d never have known it
Save the songsmiths and poets....

A Little Taste of Heaven

2007-04-17T19:49:00.000-07:00

It’s not where I am
Where I’m goin’s a myth
It’s not where I’ve been
It’s only who I’m with

I’ve traveled round the earth
Yet it’s you that I miss
Your promise of a true worth
And a little taste, of heaven

This yearning in my heart,
The searching in my head
Looking for a new start, for
This empty soul to be fed

I’ve traveled round the earth
Yet it’s you that I miss
Your promise of a rebirth
And a little taste, of heaven

It’s not where I am
Where I’ve been is a myth
It’s not where I’m going to go
It’s only who I’m with

This yearning in my heart,
The searching that’s in my head
Looking for a new start
And a little taste, of heaven

I’ve traveled round the earth
Yet it’s you that I miss
The promise of a rebirth
From your blessed kiss

No yearning left in my heart,
Or searching left in my head
No looking for a new start
Just a little taste, of heaven

San Diego Sessions

2007-01-23T05:07:00.000-08:00

Dear friends and music aficionados,

After fooling around playing and writing music for 35 years or so, I decided to get serious about it and publish a CD. A couple of serendipitous evens occurred that caused this to happen and eventually let to the CD that is being offered to you here on this website.

The first thing that happened was that I got transferred from Houston to San Diego on a temporary job assignment. This “temporary “ assignment was to last only a few months, but as I type these words on my laptop in the Extended Stay Hotel, it has become18 days short of being a year.

Being stuck in a hotel room for this period of time has forced me to concentrate on my music hobby, as there are a limited number of television channels here. And as I have insinuated in the track “Down and Out in Dudeville”, I have been less than successful in making any new friends here. Not that I haven’t put out the effort. It just seems that the intensity of the struggle for the legal tender here on the lower west coast is such that folks here just plain don’t have a lot of time to invest in friendships. Living in a hotel room doesn’t help from my end.

The second thing that happened was that I got a fairly handsome offer on a piece of property that I own in Little Rock, Arkansas. My plan was to produce some pilot tracks and then go to Congress House Studios in Austin, Texas and have Mark Hallman produce the final cut. I was going to set aside some of the proceeds from the sale of the Little Rock property to fund this project.

So in the spring of 2005, I started recording pilot songs on a Tascam 2488 multitrack recorder in my hotel room. Things were moving along well. On the few weekends that I had away from my real job, I would take hiking trips up into the mountains east of here with my dog Medina. Spring is a fine time for hiking here. The photo of the stone pyramid on the CD was taken at the summit of the trail that leads up to the top of Vejas Mountain. I thought that it was fitting to put it on the CD face, given my background in Architecture and Construction. I also felt it to be a metaphor for the publishing of this CD, which I consider to be a summit of sorts.

In the evenings I would record or write music, and during the days I would do my work. In September, thinking that my stay in San Diego was coming to an end and because Medina was getting to be pretty restless (living in a hotel room and a pickup truck), I hauled her and most of my recording gear back to Texas. It was then I met with Mark Hallman at Congress House and discussed the project. On my return to San Diego, I kept writing and recording, but was limited to a single stereo track on my Sharp mini disc recorder. I would dub and then later master these recordings on my laptop using Goldwave software.

In late October, I had enough material for my pilot CD to take to Austin and start rounding up studio musicians to do the final CD project. But then, I learned from my realtor that the deal in Little Rock had died and was not going to close, so I lost my funding for the project.

After a little soul searching I decided not to wait until I could get the work near perfect, so I published the pilot CD that you see and sample on this site. It’s a little rough around the edges, but it is what it is and I make no apologies. At this point in my life, I have the feeling that if I get too serious about this music thing, it will become too much like having a job. How appropriate that we work at our jobs but we play music. Any artist will tell you that they do it for the love of it, not the money.

So here’s the thing. If anything you hear or read on this website (or it’s links) touches you in the very least and compels you to think that you may want to purchase this CD, look at it this way; every dime that I net from this moderately crude endeavor will go toward the next project. Trust me on this one thing; I have a boatload of material that is as good or better than what you hear on this site. And maybe if I get enough dimes together, I’ll wind up at Congress House Studios, in Austin, or even back to my roots at Fame Studios in Muscle Shoals. Our investment will pay a dividend in the form of some new and better art, and you will be proud to say that you had a hand in making it happen.

Enough selling…I hope you enjoy listening to this disc as much as I enjoyed making it.

Robert Lindsay Nathan
San Diego, Ca.
January 13, 2006

Second Hand Lions

2006-07-11T14:34:00.000-07:00

Copyright 2006 - Robert Lindsay Nathan and James Mahoney

You know I'm gonna come around
When I’m really cranky and old
Looking for a drunken old night
Where memories unfold

Of remember whens and remember thems
Of mistaken mistakes and unfettered sins.
Tales of stuff we might never had done
Places we went and had so much fun

Where pot bellied pickers
And sharp city slickers
On wooden dance floors
Worn out by shit kickers

Find gals in tight pants
And guys getting’ tight
They all wind up rantin'
Late into the night

Tellin’ tales of tall Texans
These tall tastes of Texas
Livin’ crazy things done
And some just begun

Soon to be Second Hand Lions
They'll be reminiscing
About their second hand dreams
And the youth that they're missin'

Ahh… Second Hand Lions
Playin’ fouty-two and moon
As their dominos all shuffle
In a game that’s ending all too soon

And with a little luck,
On the tailgate of a pick-up truck,
Parked backed to a fire in camp
We’ll lay one down that's dark and damp.

With a melody that's sweet and pale
Driftin’ through the air like scented ale
That warms the soul and sooths the flesh
With wicked words so cool and fresh.

About unrealized dreams
And old unhatched schemes
We’re too proud to live
And too poor to die.

So we gotta unite
And stay up all night
Lay it all down,
Then pick it back up

Like a rusty old pickup truck
We’ll never get stuck
We'll know how to go
With a load of rhythm and blues in tow

Chuggin' down the road
That we call yesterday,
Tomorrow my friend
We'll play those surly songs again

About us, Second Hand Lions
Playin’ fouty-two and moon
As our dominos all shuffle
In a game that’s ending all too soon

Past Venues

2006-07-11T14:09:00.000-07:00

The Forge - Bandera, Texas
Jet Farms - Tarpley, Texas
Quiet Valley Ranch - Kerrville, Texas
Maple Leaf Lodge - Townsend, Tennessee
The Enclave - Austin, Texas
Rico's - Pullman, Washington
SRQ Sports Bar - Houston, Texas
Vagabond's - Little Rock, Arkansas
Landry's - Little Rock, Arkansas
Howl at the Moon Stables - Franklin, Tennessee
The Beach Bar - Bradenton, Florida
The Bridge Restaurant - Florence, Alabama
Cajun's Restaurant - Sheffield, Alabama
Maranatha - Guntersville, Alabama
Parrot Head - Pleasure Island, Texas
Hartz's General Mercantile Store - Nacogdoches, Texas
Front Porch - College Station, Texas
The Basement - College Station, Texas
Toby's Deck - Lake Norrel, Arkansas
White's Lock and Dam Picnic - Jefferson, Arkansas
Arkey Blue's - Bandera, Texas
JP Hop's House - Houston, Texas
The Egyptian, Tea Room - San Diego, California
Hot Monkey Love Cafe - San Diego, California
Old Town Tavern - Vincennes, Indiana

Link to my website

2006-01-15T09:13:00.000-08:00

View Robert Lindsay Nathan's EPK

Album Release

2006-01-12T09:48:00.000-08:00

Check out my CD album, released in January 2006, which contains music from many of the lyrics posted in this Blog. Click on the CD image below.

My Hero Mr. Clark

2005-10-27T19:06:00.000-07:00

Copyright 2005 Robert Lindsay Nathan

If a genie jumped from a bottle
To grant me just one wish
I wouldn’t ask for material things
Or anything so foolish

I would not ask for a million bucks
Or a hedonistic lark
I’d only ask for a circle of song
With my hero Mr. Clark

Chorus

Listen to a couple of his
And maybe play a couple of mine
And ask him what he thought of my verse
And it’s meter and it’s rhyme

And wind it all up with Amazing Grace
At a designated time
Or maybe a verse of Mama’s Smile
Would make the evening so fine

Bridge:

I can see them all so clear
The people and places that he holds so dear
This troubadour made his mark
My hero Mr. Clark

Chorus

Play it for me one more time
About the old gray cat in the hall
Or Texas 1947
And that diesel cannonball

I’m never too old for Coat from the Cold
I love the song you call The Dark
Play it all just one more time
My hero Mr. Clark

Let it go

2005-08-24T09:18:00.000-07:00

Copyright 1993, Robert DeNorris Darby and Robert Lindsay Nathan, Jr

Intro:

Let it go, and let it flow, said the river to the stream.
Don’t know where it ends, life as such, it seems,
Flows in a giant circle, as oceans turn to steam
And rainfall in the forest, and yet, another dream.

Verse 1:

I know you've that been damaged, but from your wounds will grow
New love from the scars of anger, if you’ll let it go.
Until you turn it loose, you can never free.
Let it go, let it grow, girl just let it be.

Let go of the heartaches, let go of the pain.
Let go of the anger, driving you insane.
Let go of the worry, regrets will turn to flame.
Let it go, and let it flow, so you can love again.

VERSE 2:

All those little intimations, of the circumstance gone wrong.
Ought to be the labor girl, which makes your heart so strong.
Until you turn it loose, you can never free.
Let it go, let it grow, girl just let it be.

BRIDGE:

I can take you far away, another place and time.
Away from scenes remembered, and sounds that always rhyme
But I can never take away, your reminiscent mind
Desire would surely leave me, surreal and so sublime.

Let go of the heartaches, let go of the pain.
Let go of the anger, driving you insane.
Let go of the worry, regrets will turn to flame.
Let it go, girl, let it flow, so you can love again.

Back Bar Blues

2005-08-24T09:15:00.000-07:00

Copyright 1972, 1986, 2001 Robert Lindsay Nathan, Jr.

Low lights and Honky Tonks,
They’re what comfort me.
Since the day you left me,
You said you wanted to be free.

Lonely Bars and whiskey,
They make my eyesight dim,
As I just sit here wonderin’
How the hell your getting long with him.

Chorus:
There’s nothing’ wrong with me,
I just need some company.
What made you that way?
What made you want to leave that day?

Now I’m so sad and lonely
I feel so bad inside.
Those painted ladies comfort me,
They’ve taken all of my pride.

When will I find another,
Who walks and talks like you?
When will I find that special girl
To take away these blues?

Chorus

Low lights and Honky Tonks,
They’re what comfort me.
Since the day you left me,
You said you wanted to be free.

My only friend’s Jack Daniels,
Occasionally Mary Jane.
My blood shot eyes tell all who see,
They're both drivin’ me insane

Chorus

West Wind

2005-08-24T09:12:00.000-07:00

Copyright 1997 Robert Darby and Robert Nathan

VERSE 1
Took a walk on the wild side - past a railroad track.
With nothing left to say or do.
On the south end of a side street - I turn to look back
Hoping to get a glimpse of you.
But somewhere in the shadows - I hear a whistle blow
Sounds like its calling your name.
But it's only a mirage - of a vanishing train
Yet, my heart still feels the same.

CHORUS 1
West wind leaving
Tell me where you gonna go?
My hearts grieving cause I'll miss you so.
Load up my heart - packed with memories of you
West wind leaving
You know, I'll miss you so

VERSE 2
As the train starts rollin - I'm shedding a tear.
For the luggage you left behind
On a cold winter's night - below a fog diffused light
A blistered leather bag waits for you
And on your way back - you came past these tracks.
But now all the luggage looks the same
That old cruel west wind - continues to blow.
And I hear it calling your name.

CHORUS1

CHORUS2
West Wind a blowin
Like a tumbleweed rollin
And thoughts of you fumblin in my brain
The instant of knowing
Is a seed that starts growin
From fantasies fallen like rain

Trouble

2005-08-24T09:09:00.000-07:00

Copyright 2004 J. Mahony and R. L. Nathan

Trouble's not for every one
Trouble makes trouble just for fun
Trouble will keep you under the gun
Look out boys, here comes trouble

Troubles' jeans ride low on her hips
The trouble with trouble is her ruby red lips
Trouble's curves will run you down in a ditch
Look out boys, here comes trouble

Trouble sees trouble with her piercing blue eyes
Trouble is the devil in disguise
She gives the willies to all the guys
Look out boys, here comes trouble

Willie walk soft, Willie walk nice
Trouble can be a little bit of sugar or spice
Gotta behave or she turns to ice
All the boys, want to get into trouble

Trouble is tall, Trouble is tan
Trouble makes trouble whenever she can
Some of us turned, some of us ran
Look out boys, here comes trouble

Swingin' her hips and battin' her eyes
Trouble is the devil in disguise
She gives the willies to all the guys
All the boys, want to get into trouble

Trouble is long, Trouble is lean
Trouble is sweet a Peach ice-cream
She can be tart and she can be mean
Look out boys, here comes trouble.

Possum’s Lament

2005-08-23T17:19:00.000-07:00

Copyright 2004 R. L. Nathan, Jr.

She could tell tales
And hers was so sweet,
But his was much taller,
Why they happened to meet

So they lived both together
And their stories would unfold
But the sweetness was leather
And the book cover mold

Chorus

And the train cars were stacked
About thirty years deep
When at maximum speed
They ran off in a creek

So let it be said
And let it be told
The story of Possum
And the land that he sold

As he looked through the wreckage
For something to keep
Across half of Texas
It was a mighty fine heap

He found that his partner
Was not what she seemed
Her fine linen cloths
Were hidden by her jeans

Chorus

So he picked up the pieces
And in order to keep her
Cut through the crap
And tried to dig deeper

Held a gun to the head
Of all that they had
The memories were better off
Dying or dead.

Chorus

She could tell tales
And hers was so sweet,
But his was much taller,
Why they happened to meet

It ruined all in Tarply
Near Hondo Creek
Where the tales they all ended
Now they nevermore speak

Chorus

The Old Man and the Sky

2005-08-23T17:16:00.000-07:00

Copyright March 2003: Cross, Nathan, Mahoney, Wakeland

A wrinkled wink from the steel blue eye
Of an old man as he stumbled by
Broke the heart of a clear blue sky
And as tears rain down, I wondered why.

I was still seeking shining steel of pink
With one good eye and a broken blink,
I scavenged the faces for the wrinkled wink,
And the nod that only old men think.

Another daybreak and the skyline wrinkles
With a broken promise, and some icy sprinkles
As the pink ray of a new day, lo
Becomes the steel of the caged rainbow.

No stare or care, I rambled on by
But that old man blinked, and so did I
Well, it seems we see somewhat eye to eye
And that’s the answer to my why

Chorus

Why indeed does the steely heart bleed
On what moldy bread does our love feed
For all that man knows young & old
In the end we’re freed to the ground so cold

Yet still with the knowing of an aged smile
Comes the wrinkled wink of the steel blue eye
One good eye and a broken blink
The nod that only old men think

Repeat 1st

Chorus

Repeat 1st and fade

Girl from the South

2005-08-23T17:12:00.000-07:00

Copyright 2004 James Mahoney & Robert Nathan

She had a Southern slack jaw
She had a long Texas drawl
She was close to my type
There was no, pretense or hype.
So we hit it off
And we hit it on
I found her by my side
When the moon slept at dawn

Chorus (follows each verse):

Oh, a Girl from the South
I love those Girls from the South
Just gimme a Girl from the south

Now I could go on
And I could go off
She won’t egg me on
She won’t beg or boss
She’ll just leg me on
As we turn and we toss
You slow talkin' girl
With that back slidin' drawl

She was a slow talking girl
She was a gem from the south
And her drawl was a pearl
That slid from her mouth
And the drawl was so slow
That time stood quite still
With no where to go
And flat out of will

I’ll show you the way
Where the bonnie belles play
Maybe you’ll find one
With a Southern slack jaw
And a long Texas drawl
And maybe you won’t
So try not to bawl
If even you don’t

Find a slow talkin' girl
With a back slidin' drawl
She’ll make you beg,
She’ll make you crawl
And her drawl will be so slow
That you’ll stand quite still
With no where to go
You’ll be, flat out of will

Altro:

Gotta have a girl
Gotta love a girl
Wanna squeeze a girl
Gotta tease a girl
Wanna please a girl
Oh, I need a girl
Have you told that girl, ya
Just wanna hold that girl?

And - you - love - her - so.......

Wet Sloppy Kiss

2005-08-23T17:11:00.000-07:00

Copyright 2004 Robert Lindsay Nathan, Jr.

My dog Medina, she guards my home
She chews up my socks and an old ham bone
When ever I arrive, she let’s me know I’m missed
Cause she gives me one big fat wet…sloppy kiss.

I had a girl once who just adored me
Precious as gold but I couldn’t see
She’s the one and I’ll always miss
Cause she gave me my first fat wet…sloppy kiss.

Chorus:

It don’t matter who ever I’m with
I know it don’t make a whole lot of sense
Sweet thing show me I’m the one ya miss
Give me one big fat wet… sloppy kiss

Big Fat Middle

2005-08-23T17:08:00.000-07:00

Copright 2004 Robert Lindsay Nathan, Jr.

I’ve got a friend, she’s good as gold
She’s always with me, or so I’m told
Whenever I work, whenever I piddle
My dog Medina’s in the Big Fat Middle

Big Fat Middle
Big Fat Middle
Big Fat Middle
Almost all the time

We all know good old David Clary,
His music’s so good; it’s kind of scary
He can make a rhyme; he can make a riddle,
If you’re gonna play music, he’s in the Big Fat Middle

Big Fat Middle
Big Fat Middle
Big Fat Middle
Almost all the time

Gat another good friend, his name is Jim
We never ever know exactly what to do with him,
Well he can dattle and he can dittle
And if you’ve got some Shiner, he’s in the big fat middle

Big Fat Middle
Big Fat Middle
Big Fat Middle
Almost all the time

And we all know Mr. Gary Cross
Never a stranger has he come across
Cause he can rattle and he can whittle
If there’s a conversation, he’s in the big fat middle

Big Fat Middle
Big Fat Middle
Big Fat Middle
Almost all the time

Moments

2005-08-23T17:00:00.000-07:00

Copyright 2005, Robert Lindsay Nathan, Jr.

All the friends I’ve ever had
Like slices from a loaf of bread
Have kept my searching spirit fed
Sustaining this lonely life I’ve led

Like diamonds in the shifting sands
Or leaves that drift upon the winds
Only God knows where it all will end
Precious moments that we spend

Chorus

So don’t let another minute pass
Since the one I remember was our last
The insanity of the vanity
That you hold with such esteem
Is just a ripple
On the ocean of a dream

So if your sails have lost the wind
Think of me your long lost friend
I’ll keep foul weather all at bay
And lead you to a calmer day

Storms behind us never last
Like passioned colored petals they will pass
To memories that never end
From precious moments that we spend

Chorus

Repeat first

Only God knows where it all will end
Precious moments that we spend

Fade

All Along

2005-08-23T16:30:00.000-07:00

Copyright 2005 Robert Lindsay Nathan, Jr.

I paid off all my debts
With a lifetime of regrets.
And I called in all my bets,
On a dream I ain’t had yet.

And I hit the open road
With a pocket full, of empty songs
Told all my friends
That I wouldn’t be gone to awfully long.
But my dis-jointed destiny
Knows I’m crazy and I don’t belong
You should’a been with me all along

So I sit here once again
With paper and a pen
And no rhyme to begin
Or story line to spin

What could be worse,
My languishing life or chaotic verse?
And what came first,
This random route or cantonic curse?
When a candle burns at both ends
No one knows where the story begins
You should’a been with me all along

Somewhere on the open range
I began to feel a little strange
The cactus spoke; said “you need to change”
I felt my spirit rearrange

So all it took at best
Was this unplanned trip into the west
As the dry air filled my chest
I finally felt my soul at rest

I found a new verse
And its melody began to burst
All about
A new beginning, I began to shout
If a candle burns at both ends
Slice it in two; a new story begins
I should’a left you long ago
Why‘d I keep your memory with me so damn long?.

Jim’s Affliction

2005-08-23T16:22:00.000-07:00

Copyright 2004
Robert Lindsay Nathan, Jr.

He left me a sink full of dirty old dishes
And a six pack of Shiner Bock beer
Well the times and the brews we had were delicious
Before he skee-dattled from here

He left with a pocket of money at most
And a sad sack of Canyon Lake blues
Bound for the western most Florida coast
For some sand buried down in his shoes

Lookout whenever he’s comin’ around
Doors are left open, shit’s strewn on the ground
He’s some kind of wonder, he’s some kind of mess
His affliction is known….. as severe Jimboness.

He left me a sink full of dirty old dishes
And a sad sack of Canyon lake blues
While the times and the brews we had were delicious
Now I’ve got nothin’ to lose

And though he would pinch me at times for a dime
Or a bed or some food or some drink,
I’ll be missing my muse, as I rhyme
These words that I scribe here in ink.

Lookout whenever he’s comin’ around
Doors are left open, shit’s strewn on the ground
He’s some kind of wonder, he’s some kind of mess
His affliction is known… as severe Jimboness.

Down and Out in Dudeville

2005-08-23T16:16:00.000-07:00

Copyright 2005 Robert Lindsay Nathan Jr.

I miss my home in Texas
A place that I dearly love
I miss migas and beans for breakfast
And her bluebonnet skies, above

If I could get off, this company tit,
And their drip-fed bread, I’d take a long trip
Back to my Texas hills and her wide open land
With a song in my heart, and a Shiner in my hand!

Well I miss my friends in Texas
Folks that I truly love
I miss lovin’ and livin’ that’s reckless
That’s all I’ve been thinking’ of.

I miss campfires and guitars on starry-lit nights
Banjos and fiddles, tuned and played right
Rednecks and hippies, that howl at the moon
For beefsteak and spuds, on the side with a tune!

Well I miss my home in Texas
A place that I dearly love
I miss migas and beans for breakfast
And her bluebonnet skies, above

Now I’m lost here in Dudeville, feeling down and out
In a hotel here in SoCal in the middle of a drought,
Nobody knows me here and nobody cares
When I sing my songs of Texas life, all I get are stares.

So I miss my home in Texas
A place that I dearly love
I miss migas and beans for breakfast
And her bluebonnet skies, above

And I miss my friends in Texas
Folks that I truly love
I miss lovin’ and livin’ that’s reckless
That’s all I’ve been thinking’ of.
And those blue bonnet skies above