Painkiller
by Parker Bradley
Painkiller
I hope you're good with your gun
Cuz the pain my chest runs straight
to the tip of my tongue
I want you to know
I ain't leaving you willing
Cuz the hole she left is now
What you are filling
I was out at the bars just trying to fall under the floor
She left me again and threw all my guitars out the door
I sat there wishing this would be the last time that I’d run
But the pain ripped through my chest like it was shot from a gun
Painkiller
I hope you're good with your gun
Cuz the pain my chest runs straight
to the tip of my tongue
I want you to know
I ain't leaving you willing
Cuz now I know I’m the one
That you are killing
So here I am all alone with no one to blame
I’m pounding these pills and trying to remember my name
I wish Id never seen that bottle of white pills.
That promised to cure me but became the reason I’m ill
And one more to take away the pain
And one more to be what I was again
And one more to stop all this rain
And one more to stop all this rain
Painkiller
I hope you're good with your gun
Cuz the pain my chest runs straight
to the tip of my tongue
I want you to know
I ain't leaving you willing
Cuz now I know I’m the one
That you are killing
Lay Down
by Parker Bradley
Lay down your whiskey jar
Lay down your easy lies
Lay down you heart on the table
won't you give me a try
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Lay down your vagabond heart
Lay down your gypsy soul
Our days are numbered,
Let your good times roll
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It ain't easy, to leave your love around
It ain't easy, when everyone's pushing your down
It ain't easy, to pick yourself up off the ground
So you lay down
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Lay down your wicked grin,
and Lay down the illusion that you can hold it all in
Open up your eyes to me, you may never see me again
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It ain't easy, to leave your love around
It ain't easy, when everyone's pushing your down
It ain't easy, to pick yourself up off the ground
So you lay down
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So lay down your loaded gun
Aimed straight at my heart
Don't shoot your lover man,
He's the only one who'll understand
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It ain't easy, to leave your love around
It ain't easy, when everyone's pushing your down
It ain't easy, to pick yourself up off the ground
So you lay down
You lay down, so you lay down
Certain Days
by Parker Bradley
Lost another one to the whiskey, and you had to move on
I kicked myself for being how I am
You had to get out, before I knew you were gone
Then you asked me if I missed you, since we went our separate ways,
Only on certain days
When the sun comes up,
When there’s morning coffee in my cup
And Everytime it rains,
When hear Willie Nelson
and it gets me high,
Only the days that end in why
Only on certain days
So I settled down, in this little Texas town,
Found a bar where I can just hang around
I focus on my work and how it pays,
And figure out how to get through these certain days
Then you asked me if I missed you, since we set this whole thing ablaze,
Only on certain days
When the sun comes up,
When there’s morning coffee in my cup
Everytime it rains,
When hear Willie Nelson
and it gets me high,
Only the days that end in why
Only on Certain Days
Once in while, I remember your half-gypsy - smile,
And I have to turn the page
And when I get tore up, straight whisky in my cup
To fight off these certain days
It’s quiet know, in our Texas town
And that San Mo train just bears on down
And the mermaids in San Marcos, think I might drown
I raise my head up, and I look around
You asked me if I missed you, since we set this whole thing a blaze
And I lied and said, only on certain days
Get in the Van
by Parker Bradley
Get in the van, get in the van
We’re making all the music that we can
Load out our gear in the driving rain
Get in the van, get in the van
Gonna make millions if we can
Maybe one day this van will become a plane
We’ve got a long run of shows, up and down the East Coast
From Maine to Georgia and then down to Mile-O
Then back up to Philly, then down to new orleans
Whoever booked this tour was strung out on methamphetamines
Getin in the van, get in the van
We’re making all the music that we can
Load out our gear in the driving rain
Get in the van, get in the van
Gonna make millions if we can
Maybe one day this van will become a plane
First we head up to the Tone shop for sticks and wires
Maybe play that old Gibson J45,
If it’s here when I return, all that money I will burn
For a chance to find a few songs inside
Get in the Van, Get in the Van
We’re making music when we can
Load out the gear in a driving rain
We”re living the dream, no one complains
If we make those millions
this Van may become a plane
We droke down outside Raleigh,
No one showed up in New Orleans
I had to wish happy birthday to my daughter when she turned 16
I hope she remembers all I taught her
I hope her word stays true,
Do what I say, not what I do
Another late night birthday call
from outside some old dance hall, and I felt like I’d rather be dead
Tears welled up and this is what she said….
Daddy, get in the van, get in the van,
Your making all the music that you can
It’s your life, and know that I understand
I’ll be here when you get home,
We can roll out to the Great Unkown
Maybe one day I’ll have a van of my own
I remember what you taught me,
I kept my word as true,
I hope I can roll out in the van with you
Get in the Van, get the van
We’re rolling straight home in the passing lane
We never made those millions
And this van is just a van in the passing lane
The Flatness of Kansas
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by Parker Bradley
The river turns to stone across an endless summer moon
The tractor pulls down one more mile
Johnny likes his chances with Emmy Lou
If he could only make her smile
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One hundred years, is how long that we've been here
But we won't see one minute more
He watches the sun as it falls below the cotton
And wonders what he'll do now
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Just gimme a three pedal steel
Your hands on the wheel
And I'll forget all that I've done wrong
Turning my glances at all these second chances
Living with nothing at all
The flatness of Kansas, goes on and on
The river cuts through it like a knife
Johnny found his calling in an old miner's song
He made Emmy Lou his wife
One hundred years is how long that we've been here
But he's never seen nothing like him before
He watches his son as he plays along the cotton
And wonder's why he'd ever need anything more
Just gimme a three pedal steel
Your hands on the wheel
And I'll forget all that I've done wrong
Turning my glances at all these second chances
Living with nothing at all
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Just gimme a three pedal steel
Your hands on the wheel
And I'll forget all that I've done wrong
Turning my glances at all these second chances
Living with nothing at all
Out of Range
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by Parker Bradley
Calling out, wait for you to leave no doubt
Forgetting what it's all about
And you come back home
Waiting all day for a passing gaze in a West LA Cabernet haze
For a glimmer of hope
Instead of being alone
If there's a way you can hear me darling
If there's a way you can hold my hand
I've been a long way from you, and it feels so strange
I've been way, way out of range
Leaving out, all things you would cry about
Brought on by my constant doubt
That you were true
Holding out, I know you were just holding out
Hoping I'd shut them out
Hoping I'd just come through
If there's a way you can hear me darling
If there's a way you can hold my hand
I've been a long way from you, and it feels so strange
I've been way, way out of range
Far away, I've been so far way
Forget the words to say
But they don't come through
Calling out, wait for you to leave no doubt
Forgetting what it's all about
And you come back to you
If there's a way you can hear me darling
If there's a way you can understand
I've been a long way from you, and it feels so strange
I've been way, way out of range
If there's a way you can hear me darling
If there's a way you hold my hand
I've been a long way from you, and it feels so strange
I've been way, way out of range
Second Hand Heart
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by Parker Bradley
Up on the shelf, in a second hand store
Next to a hand made wedding dress, that was never worn
There's mama's set of silver, and a pocket watch of gold
A baby's rattle still in a the package, 'cuz it was never sold
A '37 National Steel, a cracked porcelain ballerina
Half a deck of tarot cards, and an old concertina
I used sit in the window, and watch them all stroll by
Just a forgotten thing, from good times gone by
All I need is a brave soul, and all I need is a chance
I can remind you how good it feels to dance
A little rough around the edges, I've been around a time or two
I'm a second hand heart, but I feel brand new
Now there's scars you can see, and some you won't
A bullet hole in the front used to hurt, but now it don't
There's the two scars in the back, where the knife went in
Some nights I feel that blade, cold against my skin
Sometimes we never get close to the things we are closest too
Sometimes we never get the truth for the things we hope are true
All I need is a brave soul, All I need is a chance
I can remind you how good it feels to dance
A little rough around the edges, I've been around a time or two
I'm a second hand heart, but I feel brand new
Up on the shelf, in a second hand store
Next to a hand made wedding dress, that was never worn
Rescue
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by Parker Bradley
When the time is right
You're leaving on a one way
Leave tonight, no one sees you running
Running
Your light
You're leaving when you want to go
Burning bright, brighter than you'll ever know
Highway, and diamonds lead your way
And you raise up your hand
Way up in the sky
And watch as the rescue plane flies
On by
When the time is right
You're hoping you won't ever see
One more night of this broken home pageantry
Leaving
Leaving
You won't wait for them to come around
This world spins and it won't
Slow down
And you raise up your hand
Way up in the sky
And watch as the rescue plane flies
On by
Rescue plane on by
Anyone has to know
You can't stay tied to your own window
Oh, but you won't be around
One more day in this town
And you raise up your hand
Way up in the sky
And waive that rescue plane
On by
Rescue plane on by
On by
Rescue plan on by
On by
All These Crimes
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by Parker Bradley
Give me my grandma's, key lime pie
On her back porch in the middle of July
She got her ticket to the moon
The salt of the earth gone way too soon
All this time
All these crimes
Weigh so heavy on a heart
A heart like mine
He'd pull up in his big black Cadillac
Got 75 years, then he died of a god damn heart attack
I miss his shades of gray
His in between and his come what may
And he'd say
Where you come from or where you've been
Don't mean nothing like what's under your skin
All this time
All these crimes
Weigh so heavy on a heart
A heart like mine
Come on Romeo, Come on Juliet
The love you had, we will never forget
Would've liked to see you make it out
But love has a way of leaving no doubt
All this time
All these crimes
Weigh so heavy on a heart
A heart like mine
So here I am, all alone
With my heart of steel, and my fists of stone
Maybe one day, I will get a little rest
To ease this weight that lays upon my chest
All these crimes
All this wasted time
Weigh so heavy on a heart
A heart like mine
Come on Romeo, Come on Juliet
The love you had, we will never forget
Would've liked to see you, make it out
But love has a way of leaving no doubt
All this time
All these crimes
Weigh so heavy on a heart
A heart like mine
Heavy on a heart like mine
Last of the Summer Wine
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by Parker Bradley
When the city lights, shine so bright
That the stars at night, can't put up a fight
They just can't break in
I think of you and remember when
I know how it goes
We all grow up and get left alone
Move along too fast
And suffer the lifetimes of the past
We drink the last of the summer wine
If you drink too fast, you can have some of mine
We drink the last of the summer wine
We'd taste the past, and it tasted fine
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Six stolen beers, and a radio
In your sister's car, to the lake we'd go
Put a blanket down and dance so slow
Hope it would never end
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I don't want to waste your time
Thinking up and down the line
So I'll just put it all in a song
Maybe one day you'll sing along
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We drink the last of the summer wine
If you drink too fast, you can have some of mine
We drink the last of the summer wine
We'd taste the past, and it tasted fine
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I know how it goes
We all grow up and get left alone
Move along too fast
And suffer the lifetimes of the past
We drink the last of the summer wine
If you drink too fast, you can have some of mine
We drink the last of the summer wine
We'd taste the past, and it tasted fine
It tasted fine
It tasted fine