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Honey Bee
02:58
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Come on baby won’t you talk to me
Come hold my hand, take a walk with me
Be my honey, be my little girl
I’ll love you if your hair turns curly
even if your nose gets runny
Be my honey, be my little girl
When the moon is on my mind and the sun it just won’t shine
Won’t you walk and spend some time with me
We can take the mountain pass and sip upon my flask
Stare up at the trees and you might see
Even if you run out of money
I will still call you my honey
Be my honey, be my little girl
We’ll be listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd
In my truck on the way to dinner
Be my honey, be my little girl
In the country here at last drinking whiskey smoking grass
when you wake up you will be right here with me
So think a tender thought, as you look up through the pines
There’s not a thing I can’t be when I’m with you
So come on baby won’t you talk to me
Come hold my hand and take a walk with me
Be my honey, be my little girl
And if you see my hair looks funny just fix it up and call me honey
Be my honey, be my little girl
Come on baby won’t you talk to me
Come hold my hand and take a walk with me
Be my honey be my little girl
We’ll be listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd
In my truck on the way to dinner
Be my honey be my little girl
Be my honey be my little girl
Be my, be my, be my little bee
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2. |
Slippery Slope
04:02
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It's a slippery slope to the bottom of a beer glass
And I seem to slip a little more each time
I'm not drinking because I'm thinking of you,
I’m drinking just to keep you off my mind
Each morning, I tell myself I'm happy
Each afternoon, I tell myself I tried
Each evening, I'm reaching for the bottle
Just one more sip to keep time on my side
It's a slippery slope to the bottom of a beer glass
And I seem to slip a little more each time
I'm not drinking because I'm thinking of you,
I’m drinking just to keep you off my mind
And the barman, he tells me he ain't lonely
After all I do keep him company
I see him every evening until closing time
When I'm slipping down the slope inside my mind
It's a slippery slope to the bottom of a beer glass
And I seem to slip a little more each time
I'm not drinking because I'm thinking of you,
I’m drinking just to keep you off my mind
A perfect man, I’ve never claimed to be
It’s hard to be, for good old me
Up the long and windy road to happiness
there’s a slippery slope to the bottom of a beer glass
This is a song that I wrote about the bottom of a beer glass
and I seem to sip a little more each time
I’m not drinking because I’m thinking of you
I’m drinking just to keep you
If only I could keep you
I’m drinking just to keep you off my mind
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3. |
Good Old Me
03:07
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We planned to be we'd on the first day of spring,
together I hoped we’d always be
But on that fateful day, she up and ran away
So I made vows to myself now don't you see
I vowed to be faithful, I vowed to be true, to love myself everyday
Now I'm still all alone but happy in my home
‘Cause I spend every day with good old me
Good old me
Good old me
Yay, I get to play with good old me
First thing in the morning till I tuck myself in bed
I spend every day with good old me
Down at my favorite restaurant, the place I always go
I order up my favorite dish, it's like I always know
sometimes I treat myself to a night on the town
and up till now I've never let me down
Good old me
Good old me
I always split the check with good old me
first thing in the morning till I took myself in bed
I spend every day with good old me
Just the other evening, a night of comedy
Is always nice to share a laugh with good old me
I think to myself, boy I'm nice to be around
Wouldn't it be nice to settle down
With good old me
Good old me
Partner for life that's good old me
We've been through thick and thin
And I'll be there till the end
It's a brand-new day with good old me
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4. |
Pickardy
03:47
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5. |
The Fighter
04:36
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My name is Jessie Sullivan, I live up over the hill
I ain’t taking *** from no man, I guess I never will
I’ll kick your ass, and I’ll beat you down it happens all the time
and if you see a pretty girl, you can bet that girl is mine
I grew up in this crummy town, and I’ll probably die here too
as for learning kindness, that’s something I’ll never do
I’ll fight you with my left fist, and I’ll fight you with my right
and if we’re rolling on the ground I’ll scratch, and I will bite
'Cause I’m a fighter, fighting every day
I’m a fighter, fighting’s my only way
yeah, I’m a fighter, fighting everyday
I’m a fighter, fighting’s my only way
Hello there Jessie Sullivan, I’ve seen you over the hill
my name is Richard Brown, but you can call me uncle Bill
I like the way you fight son, it’s something you can do
but can you see the money that is right in front of you
I know big men who will pay big dollars, just to see you fight
I can tell you got the talent, I’ll make you rich boy, overnight
Jessie didn’t take too long, to go with uncle Bill
and if you don’t know how this story ends, very soon you will
'Cause I’m a fighter, fighting every day
I’m a fighter, fighting’s my only way
yeah, I’m a fighter, fighting everyday
I’m a fighter, fighting’s my only way
well Jessie Sullivan and uncle Bill they began to travel around
and Jessie wore his knuckles, bloody raw in every town
men began to fear him, no-one could go the rounds
until one day the Russian said he’d take our fighter down
a back of rock, chest of steel and arms of dynamite
few had seen him speak, but it was clear the man could fight
our young lad Jessie Sullivan was about to meet his match
but he never had an appetite for Stalinistic trash
'Cause I’m a fighter, fighting every day
I’m a fighter, fighting’s my only way
yeah, I’m a fighter, fighting everyday
I’m a fighter, fighting’s my only way
The fight was rough, the fight was dirty, blood was everywhere
men, women, children saw it.. The whole damn town was there
Jessie’s nose was broken, he was outweighed by 30 pounds
but he knocked that *********** down in 13 bloody rounds
When the fight was over, Jessie dragged himself on down to bed
that’s when the Russian snuck in, and blew off Jessie’s head
this story is for the fighters that will fight but never win
but just like Jesse Sullivan, keep fighting till the end
You're a fighter (fighter) fighting every day
You're a fighter (fighter) fighting's your only way
You're a fighter (fighter) fighting everyday
You're a fighter (fighter) fighting’s your only way
Fighting's your only way,.. HEY!
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6. |
Fox In The Henhouse
02:34
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There’s a fox in the henhouse, run run run
You let go the dogs and grab your gun
He’s got one by the neck and on the run run run
Sounds like a ruckus if I ever heard one
You were sleeping so sweet in your feather bed
But you’ll have to get up and run instead
‘Cause a fox has crossed your defenses
And he’s making out with all the hens
There’s a fox in the henhouse, run run run
You let go the dogs and grab your gun
He’s got one by the neck and on the run run run
Sounds like a ruckus if I ever heard one
He’s got a nice coat and a bushy tail
You can chase him way on down the trail
But the fox don’t care, he’s on his way
And you’re gonna have to let it go someday
There’s a fox in the henhouse, run run run
You let go the dogs and grab your gun
He’s got one by the neck and on the run run run
Sounds like a ruckus if I ever heard one
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7. |
Wish I Was Tougher
03:16
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Heading up North with two-hundred head
Working for a boss who’s better off dead
Push us so hard it’s a hell of a plight
From the break of day until stars at night
Riding in the saddle till I’m bone raw
Haven’t been paid since way last fall
Staring at the bank it runs through my head
How’s a poor boy to live, when he has no bread
Wish I was tougher, wish I was rougher,
Wish I had a gun I would make a man suffer
You grab the cash I got your cover
Think I got a plan to get us out of here brother
It’s a goddamn sin, the position we’re in
treated like dogs never treated like men
well I’m making a stand with a gun in my hand
it’s a desperate plan but I think I can
Holding us down, always pushin’ you round’
can't smoke away the ache in my head poundin’
you say I’m outta my mind, I say we’re out of time
this is no joke, I’m so broke, I might have to hurt someone
Wish I was tougher, wish I was rougher,
Wish I had a gun I would make a man suffer
You grab the cash I got your cover
Think I got a plan to get us out of here brother
We were doing alright second bank for the night
a do good Johnny thought he’d put up a fight
I fought back and you ran, shit hit the fan
this ain’t part of the plan, I got blood on my hands
Hunkering down, just out of town
gonna die soon if I don’t stop the bleedin’
mud on the ground, I’m prison bound,
I still hear the sound of another man screamin’
Wish I was rougher, wish I was tougher,
Wish I had a gun I would make a man suffer
You grab the cash I got your cover
Think I got a plan to get us out of here brother
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8. |
Country Pie
02:05
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She's my country pie
Sweet as a cherry, and I'll tell you why
She's the apple of my eye
Slice me a piece of that country pie
Whenever I'm down
Whenever I'm blue
My little honey bee knows what to do
We go get some berries
And pecans too
Make us some pie for two
She's my country pie
Sweet as a cherry and I'll tell you why
She's the apple of my eye
Slice me a piece of that country pie
We don't got a lotta doah
But enough to make
Some pumpkin pie like a piece of cake
We don't want it too cheesy
We use almond butter
I think it tastes even better
She's my country pie
Sweet as a cherry and I'll tell you why
She's the apple of my eye
Slice me a piece of that country pie
The Hardest part is when it's in the oven
But that makes some time for a little lovin'
After I do the dishes
She gives me some kisses
And then serves that....
She's my country pie
Sweet as a cherry and I'll tell you why
She's the apple of my eye
Slice me a piece of that country pie
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9. |
Rolling Stoner
03:17
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And I don’t know where I’m going
I can’t remember where I’ve been
I’m a million miles from home now
Where to begin
I’m a rolling stoner, and I’ll soon be a goner
I’m just singing this song, before rolling one
I’m a rolling stoner, and I’ll soon be a goner
I’m just singing this song, before rolling… and lighting one
Woah, there’s people looking at me
and they’re calling out my name
They want to know what I believe in
Kyle, Is it the money or the fame? No,
I’m a rolling stoner, and I’ll soon be a goner
I’m just singing this song, before rolling one
I’m a rolling stoner, and I’ll soon be a goner
I’m just singing this song, before rolling… and lighting one
And this fiddle that I’m playing
It’s rolling stoned too
And its singing right back at me
I think it’s got the blues
It’s rolling stoned, it’ll soon be gone
It’s just singing this song, before rolling one
I’m a rolling stoner, and I’ll soon be a goner
I’m just singing this song, before rolling
Yeah I’m a rolling stoner, and I’ll soon be a goner
I’m just singing this song before rolling on
I’m a rolling stoner I’ll soon be a goner
I’m just singing this song before rolling
.. rolling up…
Rolling up a big one and lightin’
...Yeah
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10. |
Good Time Old Time
03:33
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Across the bridge and down the road,
about once a month, or so it's told
People come from all around,
to hear us make that old time sound
Hey everyone, it’s Saturday night
now's the time to do wrong, right
Drink some cider through a straw
Tear one up and have a ball
I’m looking for a good time old time, baby that’s what I need
I’m looking for a good time, old time a good time yes indeed
I’m looking for a good time old time, makes me feel alright
I’m looking for a good time old time, it’s a good time here tonight
Over by the bar that’s Uncle Pen,
you know he’ll scratch and moan all day
But Let him fill his drink up son,
tonight I think he’s here to play
Rosin up your fiddle bow,
pass the flask around now son
Pick a tune that we all know, make that old time sound huuuuuum
I’m looking for a good time old time, baby that’s what I need
I’m looking for a good time, old time a good time yes indeed
I’m looking for a good time old time, makes me feel alright
I’m looking for a good time old time, it’s a good time here tonight
Hey there’s little miss Suzy, momma always calls her boozy
She can dance and she can sing, she can make that guitar ring
She don’t always act lady but I love her biscuits and gravy
Give her a wave and just maybe, she’ll come over and dance with us
I’m looking for a good time old time, baby that’s what I need
I’m looking for a good time, old time a good time yes indeed
I’m looking for a good time old time, makes me feel alright
I’m looking for a good time old time, it’s a good time here tonight
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Kyle O'Brien Colorado
Kyle O’Brien is a life-long musician - growing up in a touring family band, Kyle developed a keen musical talent. He has since toured & recorded with bands such as the Earl Brothers, the Henhouse Prowlers and The Wrecklunds. Kyle has traveled the world to teach workshops on folk, bluegrass & country music as a cultural ambassador for the State Department. Solo-album, Country Pie, is out now! ... more
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