This Old Heart (written by Rachel Messer) 

 

Well it all went down the twenty-something day of some old month

And I can't say I'm sad, cause I'd had enough

And I promise I don't miss you it's just ever since you left 

It's been heartache after heartache, my life has been a wreck 

 

And my guitar don't tune right anymore

The dogs been gone at least a week or more

And I've went half crazy trying to find the time to let you go 

But this old heart needs convincing you might still walk though my door 

 

The thoughts of you are like a broken record in this heart of mine

Playing all my favorite memories, over in this lonesome mind

I tell my heart I don't need you and I'm better off alone

But I'm just lying, crying, settin' by the phone

 

And my guitar don't tune right anymore 

The dogs been gone at least a week or more 

And I've went half crazy trying to find the time to let you go  

But this old heart needs convincing you might still walk though my door 

 

 

California Sunrise (written by Rachel Messer) 

 

Can't catch my breath, can't breathe real deep

I'm three hours behind, so I can't sleep

I miss my old guitar, the West Virginia stars 

There ain't none out here

There ain't none out here

 

I hear em' laugh, I see em' smile

Only reminds me, it's been a while 

And I just wanna go home, but I'm out here putting on a show

More than you know

 

You say I'm out here doing right, but why can't I sleep at night

You tell me it's gonna be alright

I say I'm doing fine, but that's a lie 

Cause I'd take the look in your eyes

Over the California Sunrise 

 

Keep writing letters that I can't send 

I called you today but you didn't pick up again

Feel so much further than I am

Don't know when I'll be back 

 

Why does happy seem to feel so sad

I'm an overthinker, and that's bad

Don't wanna stay but I don't wanna go 

It's starting to feel like home

Yeah it feels like home

 

You say I'm out here doing right, but why can't I sleep at night 

You tell me it's gonna be alright 

I say I'm doing fine, but that's a lie  

Cause I'd take the look in your eyes 

Over the California Sunrise 

Where The Weeping Willow Cries (Written by Rachel Messer) 

 

I love the way these strings sound when you play it open

I love the way love feels when it's grey and old and

I love the way that roosters sing

And daddys and mamas can fix anything

 

And I love the way old records sound

And carousels that go round and round

But that just brings me back to missing you

And I love the way my mamaw talks, her stories that go on and on

And when I call back and homes on the other line

Yeah I love the place where the weeping willow cries 

 

I love the way you make me forget about today

That feeling of peace when you hit your knees and pray

I love when your favorite song comes on

And you sleep real good all night long

 

And I love the way old records sound 

And carousels that go round and round 

But that just brings me back to missing you 

And I love the way my mamaw talks, her stories that go on and on 

And when I call back and homes on the other line 

Yeah I love the place where the weeping willow cries 

 

It Always Rains When I'm Lonesome (Written by Larry Cordle)

 

Storm of emotions, down in my soul

Clouds in my eyes mean the tears may roll 

I know the sun can't shine all of the time

But won't somebody please tell me why

 

It always rains when I'm lonesome

Sets in for the day when I'm missing you

Stuck inside, having no fun

But it always rain when I'm lonesome

When I'm lonesome

 

Oh how I wish that I could go outside 

Pack a picnic lunch and watch my fishing line

I don't wanna sing my blues, but I'm down on my luck 

Oh on days like these I wish I was a duck 

 

It always rains when I'm lonesome 

Sets in for the day when I'm missing you 

Stuck inside, having no fun 

But it always rain when I'm lonesome 

When I'm lonesome

 

 

 

Too Good To Be True (Written by Larry Cordle) 

 

In a 68' Camaro, little girl a big four lane

Lord she's flying like an arrow across the Pontchartrain

To a man down in New Orleans 

Says he loves her eyes of blue

Swears she'll never want for nothing

And he sounds too good to be true

 

And she's dreaming of the parties

He is sure to take her to

And all the big white houses down on Saint Charles Ave. 

Where she's 21 and ready to shake the small town blues

Oh she knows right where she's headed 

And it's too good to be true 

 

A tender hearts an easy victim 

For an old silver tongue 

And it always seems to pick on the innocent and young

They don't know there ain't no shortcut on the road to happiness

But they don't know the simple rule if it sounds too good to be true

It probably is

 

Now she can see those city lights 

And she should be full of hope

Then suddenly she hears her daddy

And the last words that he spoke

Well sister always be a good girl 

And please remember this

I don't care what he's telling you, if it sounds too good to be true

It probably is

 

A tender hearts an easy victim  

For an old silver tongue  

And it always seems to pick on the innocent and young 

They don't know there ain't no shortcut on the road to happiness 

But they don't know the simple rule if it sounds too good to be true 

It probably is

 

In a 68' Camaro, little girl a big four lane 

Lord she's flying like an arrow across the Pontchartrain

 

 

 

 

 

Jesus and My 6 String (Written by Rachel Messer) 

 

I got Jesus and my 6 string

Love and my family

Bluegrass in the bottom, campfires in autumn 

Fancy dates in the city can't compare to how I feel 

When I'm settin' in the porch swing, hearing them whippoorwills 

No I don't need a thing, I got Jesus and my 6 string

 

Front porch pickin', Johnny Cash listenin' yeah those are the days that I get to missing

When I'm outta my town away from route 52

Cruising in my S-10 in my high heel shoes

 

I got Jesus and my 6 string 

Love and my family 

Bluegrass in the bottom, campfires in autumn  

Fancy dates in the city can't compare to how I feel  

When I'm settin' in the porch swing, hearing them whippoorwills  

No I don't need a thing, I got Jesus and my 6 string

 

Getting up early for church Sunday morning

Old Gene Jackson, preachin' up a storm

That good gospel singing bringing us to our feet

That old time religion, baptizing in the creed

(yodel)

 

I got Jesus and my 6 string  

Love and my family  

Bluegrass in the bottom, campfires in autumn   

Fancy dates in the city can't compare to how I feel   

When I'm settin' in the porch swing, hearing them whippoorwills   

No I don't need a thing, I got Jesus and my 6 string