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       Mark Montgomery

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MIDNIGHT RUN TO EASYVILLE

Folks sittin’ around chattin’ 
It’s a family re-union
Got no fishin’ worms and my cooler’s empty too
Sittin’ here all bored to tears
Goin’ to town to get some beers
And later on we’ll do what we must do

We’ll take a midnight run to Easyville
It’s over the next hill
In an uneventful place in history
Let all your troubles pass you by
Yours is not to question why
On our midnight run to Easyville

Life is hard and money’s tight
Sometimes the world just don’t seem right
With people fussin’ and fightin’ like they do
Some good fortune that I’ve had
Has passed me by and it makes me sad
But there’s one thing that always gets me through

I take a midnight run to Easyville
It’s over the next hill
In an unrequited state of misery
Some folks won’t buy it but some folks will
They will never know until they
Take that midnight run to Easyville

The campfire light is gettin’ dim
If I have to hear that story again
You better change the names to protect the next of kin
Jimmy’s loadin’ up the truck
You better bring your rabbit foot for luck
And whatever else you’re holdin’
And just climb on in

We’ll take a midnight run to Easyville
It’s over the next hill
In an esoteric state of misery
Few of us will ever know
What we do when we go
On our midnight run to Easyville


ANOTHER MAN’S HELL

The gal I love you know she’s fine and fair
She’s got a ribbon tied up in her hair
She’s just heaven just as far as I can tell
But one man’s heaven can be another man’s hell

The gal I love you know her eyes are green
Lovely to look at but sometimes she’s mean
She’s just heaven just as far as I can tell
But one man’s heaven can be another man’s hell

And I’ve been up, and I’ve been down
You think by now I’d have know my way around
You think you know someone but it’s hard to tell
One man’s heaven can be another man’s hell

The gal I love you know she can’t be true
She tried her best but there weren’t nothing she could do
She’s just heaven out there in the night
I’m here with the devil staring at the red fire light

And I’ve been up, and I’ve been down
Running around with slow feet in the shoes of a clown
You think you know someone but it’s hard to tell
One man’s heaven can be another man’s hell


TIME

You think your life is over ‘cause you lost your friend
Can’t believe your good times have come to an end so soon
The night bird sings a mournful tune
Life has lost its meaning and you can’t believe it’s true
Everything you once had has faded right into the blue
So what will you do now?

Time heals a broken heart, at least that’s what they say
What will you do with this time?
The time you have today

The passion of moments past seem so crystal clear
Ghosts you hold in your memory
Seem to keep you from being right here right now
So what will you do now?
You wake up in the morning and seems there’s nothing to do
Seems like this old day is just something
Something to get through
So what would you do now?

Time keeps marching on, and the mirror tells its tale
But what does the mirror say about time?
The time you have today

When it comes to reason we’re all prisoners of time
When time’s key unlocks the door
And you can look back on the time you had today
Tell me, what would you do now?
Would you see the choice you made and just accept your fate?
Would you find redemption,
Or still find the time feeling so late?
Tell me what would you do now?

Would you shed a million tears about what you never had
Or would you change the course you took in time?
The time you had today


MEXICAN TEARS

Well the rain poured like a waterfall
Looking out my window trying to make some sense of it all
Wondering what I’m doing here
Now there’s no slowing down and no turning back
And there’s no getting back the years
Drinking tequila and crying Mexican tears

Now I can’t tell you how I got in such a mess
My ex and I were running from the IRS
And when it got too much we just headed for the border
Now the days are mostly sunny and the nights are warm
She was here for a while now I am gone
Drinking tequila and crying Mexican tears

Mexican tears I am crying them this morning
The future came and offered me little warning

Now I’m sitting by the fireside staring at the flame
I feel her eyes upon me and I whisper her name
The raging coals will be ashes in the morning
But now there’s no slowing down and no turning back
And there’s no getting back the years
Drinking tequila and crying Mexican tears


GENTLE HANDS

Way down in south Missouri
Is a place that I call home
Though I was raised up in Kansas City
The farm has always been my home

My great grandfather tilled the soil there
Cut the trees and cleared the land
And from this earth, with sons and daughters
Made a living with his gentle hands

Now father time took them all over
One hundred years have all passed by
But their spirits still live on there
In mother earth and Missouri skies

Now the future generations
Have so much more to contemplate
In the land of our fathers
Who put the food upon our plates

So let us not forget our fathers
And sacred soil tilled with gentle hands
I hear their voices when the wind blows
In south Missouri, my home land


CLINE THE PREACHER

God said it, I believe it, that settles it
God said it, I believe it, that settles it
Cline the preacher said it was true
And I believe it too
God said it, I believe it, that settles it

God said it, you gotta help your fellowman
God said it, you gotta help your fellowman
When you see your brother down and out
You gotta offer him a hand
God said it, you gotta help your fellowman

God said it, you got to care for mother earth
God said it, you got to care for mother earth
This soil that gives us life
We all must preserve
God said it, you got to care for mother earth

God said it, we gotta share what we have found
God said it, we gotta share what we have found
In this big green earth we’re living in
There’s enough to go around
God said it, we gotta share what we have found

God said it, none of us are without sin
God said it, none of us are without sin
Don’t take up arms against your brothers
Change comes from within
God said it, none of us are without sin

PINK TRAILER TRASH

On the night you were born there was a big thunderstorm
That dropped five inches of rain
Your mama was alone when she called down to the bar
They didn’t have cell phones back then
She went out to the car but the Cranbrook wouldn’t start
And the sky was all full of disaster
And she screamed out loud “Richard Brooker, you bastard!”
And one half hour later you couldn’t have come out any faster
And the radio played “Ring of Fire” by Johnny Cash
And you were born pink trailer trash

On the crazy old night you came into this life
Your daddy played pool down at the 8-Ball
In the company of some of his old high school buddies
He was drinking Ten High in the squall
And the rivers they rose, and the path that he chose
To come home on was covered in water
And he realized as soon as he walked out the bar
He’d left the top down on his new turquoise Oldsmobile car
And the party went on down at Big Mary’s barn
Where the boys in the band played right up ‘til dawn
With the father of a brand new daughter

And you were born in a pink trailer
On the outskirts of a Midwestern town
It’s ok to be seen but not to be heard
And when you had a secret, mum was the word
She never had too much cash but your mama was proud
And she raised you up pink trailer trash

Uncle Ralph came to call every summer
He’d always bring three Cadillacs
He was a mortician from down in Phoenix
But he got his Caddy’s much cheaper
From a classmate in Cincinatti
And he bought you ice cream and a new dolly
But he never gave Mama no money
And the neighborhood kids would all have a party
In the brand new hearse that never hauled a dead body
When Uncle took leave down to the Injun Casino
But you liked it best sitting in that big limo
Out in front of that lovely pink trailer

Well your mama’s boyfriend he always had some story
About why he couldn’t get a day job
The music business was slow and he was always contrary
And on top of that he was a slob
And he always made sure that you knew his opinion
There wasn’t one that he kept to himself
And your uncle he was sternly disapproving
When your mama was talking about getting married
And the Caddies pulled out at dawn Sunday morning
From in front of that lovely pink trailer

And you were born in a pink trailer
On the road by the Legion Post
Where the flowers on the front porch never changed color
And your step-daddy’s pick up truck always smelled funny
When your mama bought something
She never spent too much money
Well we never had much but we always had plenty
And she raised you up pink trailer trash


SHINING STAR

To you my son
My shining star, the world belongs to you
When you were born
The universe sculpted out your form
And the sun poured out and fire was born
And lit the way to this life ahead of you

You’re up at six
There’s nothing broke that you can’t fix
Your childhood dreams
You’re finding out that they’re well within your means
And I’m driving home, and I shed a tear
Thinking back on the child that I once knew

You’re all moved in
Your life as a man will now begin
I look at you
I see myself but there’s so much more to you
Than I ever knew, and your heart is true
This you’ll need in this life ahead of you

And now I go
Westward home and south through Ohio
The morning sky
Reveals the future and the days gone by
And I’m so proud of you now
And who you’ll be in this life ahead of you


MENDOCINO

The phone rang late last night
She’s coming in on a late flight
So I drove into San Francisco
The rain fell like waves on the sea
On the road it was just her and me
Going to Mendocino

We’re holding course and the further it seems
Lost in the fog and the California dreams

Standing on the tarmac I realize
I see the plane take off
But I can’t believe my eyes
Three or four weeks and how things have changed
Funny how life can get so re-arranged
Starry night in a Van Gogh dreams
Dreams aren’t always what they seem
Down in Mendocino


IT’S OVER

You were just a bad habit to me
And I had to let you go
And my friends dragged me kicking and screaming
Through your back door
I’m not high anymore on your tainted love
But damn sure I ain’t yet sober
And your love’s just about to kill me
And I can’t wait to see you again
But it’s over

You were just about the meanest woman
Any man ever met in a bar
And the way you could bat your eyes at a stranger
He just might buy you a house and a car
I felt your voodoo coming on strong
Your perfume was sweet clover
And I lost control like I knew I would
And I can’t wait to see you again
But it’s over

Well it’s over, yes it’s over
The commencement of the end shall now begin
Our love’s an armadillo starin’ at the headlights
There’s really nothin’ left to talk about

Well my dear old mom told me you were no good
When you stole her credit card
And the mess you made of Uncle Willy’s old truck
Is still sittin’ in Mom’s front yard
It’s hard to believe that a man like me
Could be attracted to such bad luck
But the way I am feeling right now honey is
I can’t wait to see you again
No, I can’t wait to see you again
No, I can’t get enough of you
But it’s over


WITHOUT YOU

I was looking out your window
When a vision came
Streetlight fell from above
But the darkness called your name
You got a dream to follow
And a will of steel
Nothing I try to do will ever change your will
You say look how far we’ve come
But I just can’t go on
Without you

Seems like time keeps turning
Like a burning wheel
I understand the question
But can the answers be real
You got all the answers
You hold them in your hand
But you hold too tight
And time slips by like the drifting sand
See how fast it comes undone
And I just can’t go on
Without you

One of these days I swear
I’m going to catch a train away from here
I’m going to leave while I still got half my mind
You tell me go ahead
Don’t let the door hit the back of your head
Turn in your keys anytime
But I got nowhere else to go
And I just can’t go on
Without you

All songs written by Mark Montgomery and published by Max Berry Music (BMI)

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