One of the songs I'm most excited to show you is a an Americana tune called "Daddy Was A Train". I call it Americana because I really have no other description that fits. It's kinda bluesy, kinda bluegrassy, kinda southern rocky, and kinda hard to describe is what it is. This song is all about the beat and vibe, and really has nothing to do with the story. I stole the "hoo, hoo"s from the Stone's "Sympathy For The Devil", but the rest of it's really like old CCR or Black Crowes. I'm not saying it's that good, I'm just saying if you want to pin my influences down, then there you go.
I wrote this song after my Dad passed away. I really like the title. My daddy was a train just sounded cool to me. My dad was tough and wild at times, make no mistake, but It really reminds me of what people say about my Dad's dad. He was a great business man in our community, but he was also a wild man who run his car off the road at 120mph and live to tell about it. And that was when he was in his 40's. He smoked 4 packs of unfiltered Camels a day, ate 12 eggs and a loaf of bread for breakfast, got up every night at 3 (if he even went to bed) and had a cig and cup of coffee, and generally blazed his way through life until he dropped dead with his boots on at the age of 71. Not too bad considering. But the title of the song is the only thing they have in common. My grandpa was not a drifter, nor was my father. It's just a song. I don't write too many of these.
DADDY WAS A TRAIN
FEEL THAT MOON A RISIN'
JUST LIKE THE BLOOD WITHIN MY VEINS
NO MORE COMPROMISING
IT'S TIME TO SHAKE THESE RUSTY CHAINS
WHEN I LEAVE HERE IN THE MORNING
GIRL YOU AIN'T THE ONE TO BLAME
WHEN I WAS JUST A BABY
MY MAMA TOLD ME SON
DON'T YOU TAKE TO RAMBLIN'
JUST LIKE YOUR DEAR OLD DADDY DONE
LORD HOW SHE CRIED WHEN SHE LOOKED IN MY EYES
AND SAW THAT HIGHWAY RUN
HOO, HOO, THIS BLOOD'S TOO WILD TO TAME
HOO, HOO, TO TRY IS ALL IN VEIN
HOO, HOO, IT AIN'T EVER GONNA CHANGE
AIN'T NOBODY TOLD YOU, MY DADDY WAS A TRAIN
HEART LIKE A HAMMER
STEADY AND STRONG
ONE FIST OF KING (LORD, LORD)
THE OTHER FIST OF KONG
THE ONLY THING HE LEFT ME
THIS RAMBLIN FEVER IN MY BONES
RUN WITH THE WIND SON
LET IT TAKE YOU WHERE IT WILL
THAT'S THE LAST THING THAT MY DADDY TOLD ME
AND HIS WORDS ARE WITH ME STILL
WHEN I HEAR THAT LONESOME WHISTLE BLOWIN'
LORD IT STILL GIVES ME THE CHILLS
I wrote this song after my Dad passed away. I really like the title. My daddy was a train just sounded cool to me. My dad was tough and wild at times, make no mistake, but It really reminds me of what people say about my Dad's dad. He was a great business man in our community, but he was also a wild man who run his car off the road at 120mph and live to tell about it. And that was when he was in his 40's. He smoked 4 packs of unfiltered Camels a day, ate 12 eggs and a loaf of bread for breakfast, got up every night at 3 (if he even went to bed) and had a cig and cup of coffee, and generally blazed his way through life until he dropped dead with his boots on at the age of 71. Not too bad considering. But the title of the song is the only thing they have in common. My grandpa was not a drifter, nor was my father. It's just a song. I don't write too many of these.
DADDY WAS A TRAIN
FEEL THAT MOON A RISIN'
JUST LIKE THE BLOOD WITHIN MY VEINS
NO MORE COMPROMISING
IT'S TIME TO SHAKE THESE RUSTY CHAINS
WHEN I LEAVE HERE IN THE MORNING
GIRL YOU AIN'T THE ONE TO BLAME
WHEN I WAS JUST A BABY
MY MAMA TOLD ME SON
DON'T YOU TAKE TO RAMBLIN'
JUST LIKE YOUR DEAR OLD DADDY DONE
LORD HOW SHE CRIED WHEN SHE LOOKED IN MY EYES
AND SAW THAT HIGHWAY RUN
HOO, HOO, THIS BLOOD'S TOO WILD TO TAME
HOO, HOO, TO TRY IS ALL IN VEIN
HOO, HOO, IT AIN'T EVER GONNA CHANGE
AIN'T NOBODY TOLD YOU, MY DADDY WAS A TRAIN
HEART LIKE A HAMMER
STEADY AND STRONG
ONE FIST OF KING (LORD, LORD)
THE OTHER FIST OF KONG
THE ONLY THING HE LEFT ME
THIS RAMBLIN FEVER IN MY BONES
RUN WITH THE WIND SON
LET IT TAKE YOU WHERE IT WILL
THAT'S THE LAST THING THAT MY DADDY TOLD ME
AND HIS WORDS ARE WITH ME STILL
WHEN I HEAR THAT LONESOME WHISTLE BLOWIN'
LORD IT STILL GIVES ME THE CHILLS
With this music, an 11 month old twins dancing to daddy's guitar couldn't help to do it again and again. Thanks for this.
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