Bleu Edmondson CD: Lost Boy American Saint Written by Bleu Edmondson/Dwight A. Baker The Concho Valley’s on fire tonight spilling out into the street The blessed scream of a newborn dream making love in my backseat All of us together in the glow of the dusty headlights All the little pretties with the stars in their hair Sipping Titos & crystal light It’s another round of sound checks & train wrecks The lost boys and the rejects Falling angels dancing to the music Drifting softly on the southern wind Talking like the heroes that we won’t be Spittin out the game that little Jimmy sold me Still fighting for each other though if feels like we’ll never win American Saint, American Saint Now Philly Joe lives west of Alice The hippy prince of the wild He got pinch for possession in a real hard land But he never lost his style He still works the rigs 6 months out of the year Old Crow fever, a story to tell and a menthol behind his ear Chorus Now I’m north of Waxahachie I’m wondering where I go from here The Baptists say that if I don’t change I won’t see next year Chorus ------------ Last Call We All Fall Down Written by Bleu Edmondson/Dwight A. Baker Look at us here, sittin’ around pissed off at the world Pretending to drown a memory and fix reality Afraid to admit, here in the bar We’re pieces of shit, pretend we aren’t what we are It’s sad, tonight I’ve got it bad But there’s nothin’ I can do And there’s nothin’ you can say Somebody hurt me, somebody hurt you Last call, we all fall down A haunted family, we all belong to Last call, we all fall down Some drink redemption, some take the pills Crazy Jake in the corner, runs a special on thrills A means to an end, everybody’s best friend Maybe somebody ran out, maybe you pushed them away Maybe you caught her on top when you came home early today I know, I know Chorus Sitting here screamin’ not makin’ a sound There’s a slow rolling darkness on the edge of town We’ll make it through somehow, we’ve got each other now Chorus ------------ Resurrection Written by Bleu Edmondson/Wade Bowen I’ve died a 1,000 times since you left me I stared down the barrel of 1,000 loaded guns I caught a midnight ride headed somewhere To be born again with the rising of the southern sun I woke to dawn washing over Memphis I’m seeing thru the eyes of a new born child I remembered you always hated Elvis So I think I might stay here awhile Resurrection, resurrection Cheap perfume & cheaper whiskey She winked at me when she said last call And when the parking lot was empty We made love in a bathroom stall With Jesus is love written on the wall Resurrection, ahhhh resurrection You see I died so many times since you left me And I stared down the barrel of 1,000 loaded guns I caught a midnight ride on a fast train headed somewhere To be born again with the rising of the southern sun To be born again with the rising of the southern sun To be born again with the rising of the southern sun I am your southern son, I am your southern son Resurrection, resurrection Resurrection, resurrection ---------- The Echo (Maybe Tonight) Written by Bleu Edmondson Sinners & the saints & the suicide girls Passion in the darkness & the pawn shop pearls One place, one time, one love, we owned the night And the tender souls wondered where their faith had all gone And neon on Lamar came rumbling on We swore they wouldn’t take us down without a fight Hopeless hearted hunters waging war on the stars We cheered the revolution from a rooftop bar Swore to one another only we could make it right We said maybe tonight, maybe tonight, maybe tonight we can Maybe tonight, maybe tonight, maybe tonight we can I remember your kiss like TNT How it rattled every long gone part of me And in the heat of the night you shook when you said my name And the precious drop of sweat running down your back Like a southbound train burning down the track Two martyrs in a world that would never be the same Among the midnight runners and the teenage stunners We were searching for the light of day We hoped against hope we could find one voice To sing what we were desperate to say Chorus And the tears running down your face Like a sad broken prophets parade While this dirty city sleeps tonight To the gutter rat serenade Underneath that holy streetlight We can take it all back again And it’s the echo of the wounded heart In the night that proves we were born to win ------------ Jesus Is Cryin’ Written by Bleu Edmondson/Dwight A. Baker It’s a lonely road, it’s a dead man’s path It’s a crazy ride, ain’t made to last I’ve only shed one tear, for just one soul How hard I loved her she may never know Jesus is cryin’, I can hear him scream Freedom is a hard luck drug and I’m a strung out fiend The wind blows cold, the sun won’t shine I did it again, Jesus is cryin’ There’s tears in the grass, blood on the hills The cocaine cowboys ridin’ for their thrill I’m rolling hard down the 30E, Little Rock by morning, Kansas City by three Chorus Sometimes I wonder with the coming of the blood red dawn I no one’s here to miss me, does it matter if I’m gone When I feel like dying, it’s your face I see If anyone comes knocking, you can blame it all on me Chorus ------------- Back to You Written by Bleu Edmondson There’s a comfort in the cross on a hill above the town Something steady for the meek, when it all comes crashing down I’ve been known to talk to Jesus, but only when I needed to I’ve got lots that needs forgiving, it all comes back to you Out here searching for my shelter, I crossed the river seven times Wanna hear your sweet voice calling, down the valley through the pines I need something to believe in, thirsty for a little truth I’ve been runnin’ short on faith, my faith runs back to you There’s a quiet in the twilight, that’s when I talk to you Can you hear me, I pray you hear me I hope I’m getting through No one else could touch me, you had a way of cutting true I’ve been bleeding for you darlin’, my blood runs back to you My faith runs back to you, it all comes back to you ---------- Finger On The Trigger Written by Brandon Jenkins Oh Lord please forgive me for what I’m about to do I’m runnin’ on empty, my options are few You know I did the best that I can But I’ve done hit rock bottom my time is at hand Cause I lost my job the bills are getting bigger Cryin’ baby ‘bout to lose my mind $100 habit aint got a penny Woman ran off with a friend of mine Can’t keep a job I’m too f’d up DHS about to take my kids Tryin’ to get better keep getting sicker Sittin’ in the parking lot my finger on the trigger You know that I never meant to hurt anyone And I’ll face the consequences of everything I’ve done And Lord sometimes I wonder if you’re even there Cause my burden is backbreaking & it’s more than I can bear Cause I lost my job the bills are getting bigger Cryin’ baby ‘bout to lose my mind $100 habit aint got a penny Woman ran off with a friend of mine Can’t keep a job I’m too f’d up DHS about to take my kids Tryin’ to get better keep getting sicker Sittin’ in the parking lot my finger on the trigger Sittin’ in the parking lot my finger on the trigger Cause I lost my job the bills are getting bigger Cryin’ baby ‘bout to lose my mind $100 habit aint got a penny Woman ran off with a friend of mine Can’t keep a job I’m too f’d up DHS about to take my kids Tryin’ to get better keep getting sicker Sittin’ in the parking lot my finger on the trigger Sittin’ in the parking lot my finger on the trigger --------------- You Call It Trouble Written by Bleu Edmondson They call you the killer, say you’re like a disease You got the world in your pocket But you ain’t foolin’ me You want something different, mama I understand I’m just a mess in a rock ‘n roll band Yeah, I’m just a mess in a rock ‘n roll band You call it trouble, you call it trouble You call it trouble, I call it love Now don’t keep me guessing, more than tonight is at stake You got a hold of my heart it’s all I can take You want something different, mama I understand I’m just a mess in a rock ‘n roll band Yeah, I’m just a mess in a rock ‘n roll band Chorus You’re just a rolling thunder trying to recover from what he did to you I’ve got my soul laid bare and a love so rare I give it all to you, I give it all to you Chorus ------------- Last Last Time Written by Bleu Edmondson/Dwight A. Baker Empty parking lot, half a cigarette I got it off the ground, so it’s a little wet I’m on the southside, walking sideways I got too drunk again It’s a cold night, kinda late this year Plans made, the cops are gone and we’re out of here But I need to catch my breath cause it’s 3 a.m. And I still miss someone This is the last, last time I beg the sun to shine Addicted to a memory and it’s killing me This is the last, last time I should hide at home but I can’t drive Everybody’s calling me to see if I’m alive They say they’ve got a friend that I need to me And she’s never heard of you Chorus This is the last, last time I beg the sun to shine Addicted to a memory and it’s killing me This is the last, last time I try to change your mind I’m addicted to the misery and it’s killin’ Yeah, it’s killin me, it won’t stop killin’ me ------------ Another Morning After (The Night Before) Written by Bleus Edmondson/Ray Wylie Hubbard I ain’t got nobody, I don’t have a bridge to build Better safe than sorry, mama hide the sleeping pills It’s another morning after the night before I remember how you tasted dangerous sweet and kind Young and we were wasted my God you always shined It’s another morning after the night before Another morning after the night before Red eyes starin’ at an open door In the same clothes that I wore It’s another morning after the night before Girl you used to own me, gasoline fire and soul I remember what you told me, said live and die rock ‘n roll Another morning after the night before Chorus ---------- Don't Fade Away Written by Bleu Edmondson I still think of you, forget my name Forget the rules to this filthy game I’m still your fool and I’m not ashamed to say Your voice the song stuck in my head Your scent, the scent that paints my bed If not for your faith I’d be dead today I know you had to go Everything I did and didn’t say I know you had to go But please don’t fade away On nights when I feel dead inside I drink too much and I take a ride To find a place on the other side Where my heart don’t have to know It’s a desperate sky it’s a lonesome call It’s a fog of shame and alcohol And I wish to God that you would call Cause I’m running out of road Chorus ----------