All songs Copyright 2021, Keith Murdock & Eli Melamud, Orchard Creek Publishing, BMI
Gonna Wanna See Her Again
She plays me like I am her fiddle
And always calls out the tune
Gets me out working by sunrise
She doesn’t get up till noon
I should be runnin, racin’ away
Wavin’ goodbye in the rain
But if I go today, my poor heart will pay
I’m gonna wanna see her again
Her long hair and cool air: alluring
Her skin: smooth and soft as a peach
If she walks out like it’s over
I lose the power of speech
Times I don’t get much attention
I might make a move for the door
She’ll smile and show some affection
I turn back beggin for moreA Dying Town
Town up north in the Sheyenne Valley
Where I was raised and sent to school
Old memories there, some good, some not so
Like the cold blowin’ through
A dyin’ town, in North Dakota
Mama lives there still
Final days, fadin’ memories
In her home, up the hill
Quiet streets, faded store signs
Empty buildings in disrepair
An old car, rollin’ slowly
Leaves have fallen, trees are bare
Childhood home, on a side street
Built in 1922
Grass is brown, paint’s a peelin’
Sidewalk weeds pushin’ through
There’s a graveyard on the prairie
Near the church where we’d attend
Two stones standin’, one still waitin’
Out old highway, number ten
A dyin’ town, in North Dakota
Where I grew up, way back then
When Ma, goes on to Glory
I’ll never see that town again High Tension Lines
I wake up every morning go to work at six
Climb the pole to get the wire fixed
Can’t stop thinking ‘bout the night before
And the fight we had, I can’t take it no more
I work all day and then I rush right home; hear you talking on the telephone
Tellin’ your friends what’s wrong with me; showin our laundry for the world to see
High tension lines
High tension lines
I like the life we’re living just fine except for those
High tension lines
Don’t you want to be with me anymore? Who do you think I bought the flowers for?
You don’t spend enough time with me! Well we got a nice house but it sure ain’t free
You don’t like my mother enough; I’m trying hard to like her but it sure is tough
I need help with the kids a lot more; Then you go to work while I mind the store
Got a slow blowing fuse
But I'm feeling abused
Seems like it’s no use
Can’t we call a truce?
Thinking back to when we first met; We really hadn’t learned to argue yet
Laughed at trouble future was bright; got along great most every night
I believe when you have a good friend; It shouldn’t be a matter of lose or win
We might disagree and want to shout; But I love you baby, we can work it outHer Mountain Heart
Her mountain heart is a wild thing
Won’t be bound by chain or ring
Lives on the wild side
She’s never satisfied
In her green revealing dress
Laughin, drinkin to excess
Floatin all around the room
Mixin whiskey and perfume
She could have most any man
Temp him like no other can
But buy her a drink ‘n treat her right
You’ll be her friend just for the night
So if you see her at the bar
With her shot glass and guitar
And you see those blue eyes roam
Better find your nerve boy, ‘fore she goes home Hammer Down
April loved me, with all her heart
She often told me, we’d make a new start
We’d find our own place, and leave this town
I put the pedal to the metal, the hammer down
Sandy was dandy, kinda hard to leave
Her way was giving, mine to receive
I liked to please her, she wanted me around
I put the pedal to the metal, the hammer down
Running my whole life, wolves on my tail
Gotta move on, quickly, so I don’t leave a trail
If you want some answers, I won’t seem to know
Too late for talkin’, it’s time to go, go go
I get myself in trouble, happens every time
One thing or another, I don’t toe the line
When a pretty face, or shining eyes are found
I put the pedal to the metal, the hammer downThe Lonesome Traveler
I am a lonesome traveler on the road too long
Wearing worn out boots, singing lonely songs
Once I was your true love, but I had to roam
Now winds are whispering: “find your way back home”
Standing on the highway, alone in the pouring rain
Memories of you, calling me again
Hear your fading footsteps, when we used to walk
See your bright eyes shining, during late night talk
Feel your gentle kisses, soft and lingering
Miss your warm embrace, so far away from me
Sounds of sorrow floating on the wind
Ghostlike Jacob Marley, showin what might have been
Will memories forgotten, haunt me til the end
Pale moonlight, my only friend
Ronnie B the Outlaw
Ronnie B the outlaw, never followed rules
Anything not tied down was there for his own use
From South Carolina in the old red Pontiac
Stole his way across the land never looking back
He came to Colorado, to see what he could be
A good story teller, he made friends easily
He’d done his time in prison, quite a bit I guess
Proudly showed off bullet scars on his back and chest
Yes, he was an outlaw, and a good friend to me
High in Colorado, runnin’ wild and free, me and the B
He’d give his last five dollars, time’s when I was broke
Generous and helpful, lived by his own code
Didn’t do robbery, but he loved to steal
One day he broke into a house just to cook a meal
But one night in Dacono, for a little fun
He walked into a liquor store, pulled an empty gun
Saw the red lights flashing, wouldn’t slow it down
Cops finally stopped him, knocked him to the ground
Judge looked him over, slammed the gavel hard
Three years breakin’ rock in the gravel yard
Recalling now the old days, the closeness we had
I couldn’t do it all again but I’d never take it backNew York’s Not for Me
It’s not the way that you held me tenderly
It’s more the way you talked to me
When our eyes seemed to meet across a sea
So wide, I saw eternity
New York’s not for me
Not the place I’d choose to be
They move too fast, and the cold gets to me
Will you take me back? I miss you, terribly
I think of you when I’m sittin’ up at night
And of the letter I should write
Gazing out, at the blinkin’ neon signs
Teardrops fall, lonely candlelight
I’d board the next airplane to Santa Barbara
Where ocean air blows through the trees
On the beach underneath your umbrella
Back in love, living by the sea