Photo: Jason Peterson
  • You Ain't Her

    I see you standing over there.

    You're all made up from head to toe.

    From the way you walked yourself in here

    It's clear you're all about the show.

     

    You're looking good and I'll play that song, but not for you.

     

    I play guitar for the girl who waits for me when the night is through.

    She pulls off heels in a little black dress in ways unknown to you.

    So dance right there in your barely there, cause I see through you.

    Cause you ain't her, and she ain't you.

     

    So sip your drink and and bat your eyes.

    And flirt your way to drinks for free.

    Cause that may work for other guys.

    But it sure as hell don't work for me.

     

    You're looking good and I'll play that song, but not for you.

     

    I play guitar for the girl who waits for me when the night is through.

    She pulls off heels in a little black dress in ways unknown to you.

    So dance right there in your barely there, cause I see through you.

    Cause you ain't her, and she ain't you.

     

     

  • Call in Summer

    Hey girl, summer looks good on you.

    And I think this Monday, would look better with an ocean view.

     

    I can see your favorite pair of Ray Bans, sitting on your nightstand, tell you what I want to do.

     

    Find a salt-air breeze and rolling waves,

    A little sandy beach where we can misbehave,

    Cape Cod Ice over Bud Light blue,

    Call your boss and break the news.

     

    Pick up a beer, put down your phone,

    I think I caught a little something from the summer sun,
    Let's be under the weather together,

    I want to call in summer with you.

     

    Round here, summer always ends too soon.

    So trade your 9-to-5 for 95 with me and skies of blue, you know you want to.

     

    It'd be a shame to waste that sundress on water cooler small talk and all the office politics, tell you what I want to do.

     

    Find a salt-air breeze and rolling waves,

    A little sandy beach where we can misbehave,

    Cape Cod Ice over Bud Light blue,

    Call your boss and break the news.

     

    Pick up a beer, put down your phone,

    I think I caught a little something from the summer sun,
    Let's be under the weather together,

    I want to call in summer with you.

     

    Come on, leave it all behind

    For me and you in the weekday sunshine

     

    Find a salt-air breeze and rolling waves,

    A little sandy beach where we can misbehave,

    Cape Cod Ice over Bud Light blue,

    Call your boss and break the news.

     

    Pick up a beer, put down your phone,

    I think I caught a little something from the summer sun,
    Let's be under the weather together,

    I want to call in summer with you.

     

    With a beer in hand in the salt and sand

    You're killing that two-piece in your workday tan

    I'm thinking tomorrow we should do it again

    The boss won't mind a day or two

     

    Pick up a beer, put down your phone,

    I think I caught a little something from the summer sun,
    Let's be under the weather together,

    I want to call in summer with you.

     

  • The Real Nashville Star

    Hands more skilled than these

    Have chased down the three-chord dreams.

    But I've got reason to believe

    Cause I've got you up my sleeve.

     

    So I'll keep searching this guitar,

    Fighting chords and bending words into the shape of who you are.

     

    You'll be my Mona Lisa.

    You'll be my piece de resistance.

    The kind of face that launches a thousand songs.

    Without you I'm just another ball cap strumming on an old guitars.

    You're the next big thing

    In every song I sing

    You're the real Nashville star.

     

    This battered Martin wears the scars

    Of every chorus written about this love of ours.

    So many songs are locked inside

    This wood, these strings, this 1-4-5.

     

    So I'll keep searching this guitar,

    Fighting chords and bending words into the shape of who you are.

     

    You'll be my Mona Lisa.

    You'll be my piece de resistance.

    The kind of face that launches a thousand songs.

    Without you I'm just another ball cap strumming on an old guitars.

    You're the next big thing

    In every song I sing

    You're the real Nashville star.

     

    A thousand rhymes since the first day that I met you.

    A thousand more until I find the one that breaks through.

     

    You'll be my Mona Lisa.

    You'll be my piece de resistance.

    The kind of face that launches a thousand songs.

    Without you I'm just another ball cap strumming on an old guitars.

    You're the next big thing

    In every song I sing

    You're the real Nashville star.



  • Six String Remedy

    I had a Sears and Roebuck from '68

    With a neck to curved to be played straight.

    I was buzzing out chords as my fingers ached

    You said "That'll never do."

    You gave me yours, you didn't hesitate.

    Without it, I'd've never learned to play

    And that old guitar was a part of you.

     

    It ain't hard to break

    A heart on a sleeve.

    But make no mistake

    There's no way I'd rather be.

    When life takes

    It's toll on me,

    I've got a six-string remedy

    When life takes

    It's toll on me,

    I've got a six-string remedy

     

    You were in-and-out and up-and-down

    I wish they knew then what we know now

    About the kind of of heart that feels too much.

    You couldn't have know what you'd given me

    The stages that I would get to see

    The guitar alone would have been enough.

     

    It ain't hard to break

    A heart on a sleeve.

    But make no mistake

    There's no way I'd rather be.

    When life takes

    It's toll on me,

    I've got a six-string remedy

    When life takes

    It's toll on me,

    I've got a six-string remedy

     

    'Cause dreams, they often stand on scars

    And fairy tales don't tell the tale of who we really are.

    I never thought we'd get this far

    Just know that I ain't been the same

    Since you gave me that old guitar.

     

    It ain't hard to break

    A heart on a sleeve.

    But make no mistake

    There's no way I'd rather be.

    When life takes

    It's toll on me,

    I've got a six-string remedy

    When life takes

    It's toll on me,

    I've got a six-string remedy

     

  • Orion's Belt

    Past the package store

    On a dead man's curve,

    Where the last hill rises up to meet the sea.

    There's a little house

    On a dirt road drive,

    Where late at night Orion's Belt settles down into the bending trees.

     
    A guitar man

    A thousand times

    I've made that drive

    When the morning meets the night

    I follow stars back home to you.

     

    I'm driving home to Orion's Belt tonight.

    It's just the latest of a thousand late night drives

    The songs unwritten line the corners of my mind

    They light up the sky

    I'm driving home to Orion's Belt tonight.

     

    A mountain drive

    On a Tennessee night

    Three stars above me, burning bright

    A thousand miles

    from that dirt road drive

    Cutting through the Smokey Mountains

    bound for home on worn out tires

     

    A guitar man

    A thousand times

    I've made that drive

    When the morning meets the night

    I follow stars back home to you.

     

    I'm driving home to Orion's Belt tonight.

    It's just the latest of a thousand late night drives

    The songs unwritten line the corners of my mind

    They light up the sky

    I'm driving home to Orion's Belt tonight.