SONGS ABOUT TEXANS
CHASE WILLETT
LANDLINE PHONE
I wanna be left alone. Live my life by a landline phone. Play my songs in the street. Blow off people I don't wanna see. Get too drunk to go to sleep. Write some songs that I'll hate in the morning. They say go after your dream. Quit your job and start waiting tables. I don't know what they mean. Does waiting tables look good to the labels? I'm waiting for the songs to come. Hedging my bet with a 401 and some benefits. I wanna work with my hands. Make something that my soul understands. All this time I've been wasting away. Staying up all night trying to rescue the day. If I had the songs to use. I'd share em all like the gospel news. Play at the airport cafe. The farmers market just to hear folk say. Can I find you online? I'd say that's nice but I've only got a landline phone.
TWILA JO
I know you know all the names of the barflies. And they all love the way you talk. Keeping us out on our feet til the sunrise. Smoking your long cigarettes and making promises you know you can't keep. But you fully intend to. All these wild wild nights, wild nights. It's all we've ever been good for ever been good for. Twila Jo. Twila Jo. You move like the wind through Abilene. And I know you're gonna leave me one day. You've got your rocks and you've got your cross but you love magic more than grace. Say you wanna end up with a good guy. But you'd never love him the same and that the reason why I stay away so long. But always keep coming back. The highway out of town was never meant for you. And I won't stick around to see your castle falling down. Twila Jo. Twila Jo. You move like the wind through El Paso. And I know you're gonna leave me one day. Any day now.
KILL
WHAT
WE
LOVE
All the cards are on the table cuz we never know when to fold. My mind is in the bedroom. My heart is on the road. There's a fire in the street. I know it ain't just me who feels the burn. If I could find the cheat who stole it all from me I'd make him learn. Baby I will love you somedays. Other times I'll try to ease the pain. If I could leave then you know I'd be. Playing my songs down in New Orleans. I've made my bed and it's in the red. So darling I'll be playing you instead. Oh it fits like a glove. When we kill what we love. I can see it in your eyes. Yo've got the final say. If it weren't for the boy. You'd kindly slip away. This house that we've built. Rises on the guilt that broght us up. If we wanted to be free. We'd have to throw a mountain into the sea. Baby I will need you tomorrow. Let's try to hide the seeds of our sorrow. If I could leave then you know I'd be. Playing my songs down in New Orleans. I've made my bed and it's in the red. So darling I'll be playing you instead. Oh it fits like a glove. When we kill what we love. Baby I will love you some days. Other times I'll try and ease the pain. If I could leave then you know I'd be. Playing my songs down in New Oreleans. I've made my bed and it's in the red. So darling I'll be playing you instead. Oh it fits like a glove. Well it fits like a glove. When we kill what we love.
SAINT FOR A SINNER
I made a woman stop. In her tracks. Outside the mall. She was a red head. How long have I lived out here in Ohio? Counting up my sins. Cuz they're hard to forget. My blood is on the border of Texas. My savior's in the bulk of my arm. My sons are having sons but they're too young. They've yet to see the light in my eyes. They're paving all their roads over mine. And is there a saint for sinners like me? A patron of highway rakes who get clean. Is there a saint for sinners like me? And will I ever find a way. Will I ever find a way. Will I ever find a way. To be free? The weatherman says its raining in New York. The last time I was there. I was a KING. But all my songs have turned into white flags. All my gold was sold long ago for scrap. Can I find another road to take me home? To a place I've never been. I still feel it now and then. I still feel it now and then. I still feel it now and then. In the wind. Is there a saint for sinners like me? I patron of highway rakes who stay clean? Is there a saint for sinners like me? And will I ever find a way. Will I ever find a way. Will I ever find a way. To be free?