Lyrics

Album: When Bitter Met Sweet
Release Date: May 1, 2012

Penny

All the boys on the corner, standin' round say there goes Penny in her '88 Royale what's she doing now? She's the queen of their hearts she's the talk of the town she's got rattlesnake boots, don't let nothing slow her down or turn her around Oh, Penny don't let no one turn her down She don't sugarcoat it, she don't tell lies she gets what she wants, all she's gotta do is smile and they all stand in line She turns the fools into saints and the saints into fools she can shoot her whiskey, plays a real mean game of pool all the boys get schooled Oh Penny, they all wanna lose to you

She ain't pretty but she's got what it takes her eyes don't water, her heart don't break Sister don't like her, calls her a tramp but she's just jealous cause she can't get what Penny can and she don't understand I don't want money, I don't want love just wanna be like Penny when I grow up

She's just like the birds on the telephone wire if she don't like it all she's gotta do is fly and she don't say why Oh, Penny, what's it like to be so justified?

Chorus Mama don't like her, calls her a tramp but she's just worried cause she can't see what I can and she don't understand I don't want money I don't want love, just wanna be like Penny when I grow up smoke Pall Malls and talk real tough drink white liquor and never get drunk be just like her when I grow up

Somewhere Between

Looks like another early night in Carolina I've got a movie, black and white and a bottle of red wine if I answered, if you called me, I would say I'm doing fine and I'd like to think we'd both know I was lying Cause when I close my eyes I'm sitting there in Brooklyn spilling hot soup on the tiles of my brother's kitchen floor if I find myself tonight I swear it's not cause I was looking if I haven't shown up yet, what am I good for?

But somewhere between Michigan and Texas I do believe that I'll be new again no matter where I go I feel my fickle heart forgetting and she'd make a home of anyplace I've been

I bought myself a brand new pair of blue jeans cause I'm tired of being righteous, playing every game for keeps but most of all I'm tired of riding shotgun in my dreams and I just want something simple, something clean

Cause somewhere between Delaware and Georgia I made trouble, and I learned to call it a friend now I'm promised, but I promise if you'd just lend me a quarter I would call you up and call you home again

90 Miles (The Tennessee Song)

90 miles from Nashville, on the Memphis side the river's filling up and the trucks are blind They say it don't come easy, so I'm not surprised to find you don't get much for putting in your time

Honey, you're the rock so I play the star but I'm nothing if nothing's what they see so you can build me up or you can break my heart and my father's child is all I'll ever be

Baby, when the tide rolls in I'll be leaving on the morning train you won't even know I wrote this song for you All across the state of Tennessee I can hear you calling me but my hands are tied and there's nothing I can do

They teach you not to bite on the hand that feeds but when you're starving, Lord, sometimes you just don't know when the hand is soft and the eyes are sweet and they say a ring means nothing on the road

Getting Good At Waiting

It's a new day all around and there are flowers where the rain came down when I wake up I remember what I like about this town I take my coffee on the back porch I take the plastic off the windows and the front doors and Winter's arms begin to melt, they can't hold me anymore

'Cause you just can't stop the sun and when the time is right the night will come a storm rolls in and turns the sky to black but I'm getting good at waiting on the clouds to pass

I take some time to count my blessings a car that drives and some hand me down dresses and I thank my stars that I'm alive 'cause you know some days I forget

Chorus

I'm still a little rusty when I smile, but my bleedin' heart's bled dry there's nothing left to do but feel alright So leave the window open wide the air is so alive tonight even the city noise outside is sounding like an angel choir

When Bitter Met Sweet

Did he ask about me? Did he ask if I've been writing? And did you tell him we've been fighting, did he say that that's too bad? But could you see it in his eyes he still holds a candle for me I know you think I've gotten boring But I could always make him laugh

I don't know the answer I didn't even hear the question You see I ain't been paying attention I was thinking 'bout the way it used to be

When all our bills were paid and you'd say Honey, let's sleep late and we'd laugh at all the cars out in the street and we drank too much, but we were so in love Let's not forget just how it went when Bitter Met Sweet

I don't know why I keep rewinding When the movie always ends the same Bogie always puts her on a plane and Rhett don't give a damn I hope it's good love that you're finding and I know I can't blame you I bit the apple too, caught the sinner's blues but Baby, it was pure

Mother's Favorite Son

Looks like your game, but you're not laughing well Honey, that's why it's called cheating just take a look at who you're playing with and take a look at who you're beating I know you don't like to admit it but you don't know what you do it for he used to be some kind of hero down at Lena's now he don't go there anymore

Look at what you've done well I guess you're not so kind as he's been telling everyone Just look at what you've done to his mother's favorite son

Now you pretend like you don't know him when you see him on the street and I guess you really showed him 'cause he smokes three packs a day and he don't sleep, and he don't eat

Josephine

Little One I know I was blind to let you go but after all I'm just another, not a saint I got tired of trying and Baby it's just not your time but I hope that you'll come back to me someday

Oh Josephine, take pity on me there's sleep in my eyes,  I'm dead on my feet Oh please believe, I've given all that I can give Josephine, take pity on me

When a dream comes true, suddenly you've got something to lose worried blues and debts to pay so you drink hard liquor, try to make your skin grow thicker but you're praying to be broken every day

Chorus

When I close my eyes to sleep I see your smiling face and every time you leave, it gets harder to stay it gets harder to keep turning you away to keep turning you away

All I Got

Well I couldn't sleep in the summer heat so I went for a drive and I wound up in some diner down a ways on 25 pretended that I did not live here, that I was just a stranger passing through

just another face with out of state plates and a smokey old motel room 'Cause it's a shame to regret what you have not done, to know that you had no good reason to run still there ain't no shame in being young and you'll learn to love what you can't escape like the wax on top of the birthday cake and the way that leaving always makes you wanna stay

So if I gave a little, would you give a little? Or would you take all that I got? If you had a little, would you save a little piece? I don't need an awful lot

Every night when I lay me down to bed I pray to the lord not to strike me dead before I get back to those ones I don't want to forget 'Cause I don't have the patience for anyone new it's the worn out places where the light shines through and if I'm gonne be lonely, I'd rather be lonely with you

For Eleanora

You were the darling of the back ally bars and the one night stands the sweetheart of Harlem, and they'd all gather 'round just to hear you again Playing midtown Manhattan, you still got'um all in the palm of your hand white gardenias and satin but you're still hanging around with the boys in the band

Whatcha drinking, Eleanora? Got your eye on the top shelf? Hell, I'll do what I can for ya but you should learn to help yourself...

Now they're sick of your drama so you're working for your ticket home and you just miss your mama yeah, you just want someone you can call your own What you need is a good man, someone to take care of you 'cause you don't give a goddamn no, you earned what you got now it's yours to lose

Where'd you get that shiner, Eleanora? Is he hitting you again? don't you know everyone adores you, can't you find a better man?

They took all your money your jewelry and your fancy cloths and they called you a junkie, came just to hear you miss a note

Not Over Yet

I used to be a little girl in the back seat of the car, wearing hand me down tee shirts Stan Rogers on the tape deck, and I knew all the words Every day we fought the good fight and every day was glory and sure enough the sun would come and rise up every morning and everything I ever knew I learned from bedtime stories I used to miss you all the time now mostly I just miss when it was all so cut and dry ly-di-die

So don't be afraid to ask me to stay that's OK, go on and light another cigarette it might be ending but it's not over yet

I never felt so fearless as I did today when the rain clouds started lifting and the southern sky was pink and grey I stood outside and shivered until they took it all away When you go all that you'll leave me is your laugh and a postcard from somewhere across the tracks if you go underground I know you ain't coming back

So don't be afraid to ask me to stay that's OK, go ahead and light another cigarette it might be ending it might be ending it might be over but let's not go home yet

Fancy Car

What a fancy car you ride in when you go when you go winding down the mountain nice and slow So shoot your whiskey straight and drink your coffee black 'cause you know Baby when you go, you ain't ever coming back

When I was a young girl my daddy said to me he said "listen to me Sugar, you let those bad men be" Oh but me and all those bad men, we get along so swimmingly so shoot your whiskey straight and drink your coffee black 'cause you know Baby when you go, you ain't ever coming back

A girl could cause some trouble in this town and once you get me going you ain't gonna slow me down...

Lyrics

Album: Irene
Release Date: 2012

Better Woman

I always lose the same old bet, say I'm through but I forget and I smoke the same old cigarettes cause they haven't killed me yet the same old selfish tears I cry, same old pack of lies, gettin' good at my goodbyes, now I don't even have to try and I'll admit when I've been wrong but that's the same damn song I've been singing all along Now I've let you down again Just the way it's always been same old iron I can't bend since I can't remember when Different glass, the same old wine same old trouble on my mind, keeps me lonesome all the time

And it's the same wind blowin' at my back makes it tough to keep on track Every time we play you deal the same old card I'm trying to be a better woman, trying to be a better woman I'm trying to be a better woman but you make it so damn hard.

It's the same old place it always hurts same old smile, same old flirt and I always say it could be worse but that's the same old pile of dirt all my sins I would confess and put on my Sunday best but that's the same old party dress, and I still make the same old mess same old me, just having fun but when all is said and done it seems I always burn my tongue

Chorus

Automatic

I've lied so many times, said things just to make 'em smile I'd do anything to find a rhyme Tired of winning every fight, always trying to be right and still sleeping alone every night

I wanna be your automatic Honey, turn me on We'll never know how good we had it until it's gone I wanna be your favorite record the top of the stack I promise I can make it better don't put me back, don't put me back

The sky was battle grey the trees were barren and afraid I had half a mind to let you go but I was a child, and you were a wild thing and there was just so much I had to know

I wanna be your automatic Honey, turn me on we'll never know how good we had it until it's gone I wanna be your favorite record Baby, spin me round I promise I can make it better don't put me down, don't put me down

Irene

Last night I dreamed that we were back down by the railroad tracks, smoking Marlboro cigarettes we threw our shoes into the river and our mothers called each other, they were wonderin' where the kids were cause they woke up and we were gone, running down the parkway singing some old gypsy song

Good night Irene, good night Irene I swear this world ain't as sad as the papers make it seem and in the morning, we'll all be fine so if you're scared darling, just put your little hand in mine

All the grown ups standing in the other room they were talking about money and what's happening on the news but we were laughing about nothing we were sitting in the kitchen drinking rum and eating dandelion soup and it was true we didn't give a damn that we could fill an ocean with the things we never knew

Chorus

I was sleeping in the back of the bar with my head on Mama's shoulder, and my Elvis playing cards all the old men, they were smoking and drinking the band was playing my daddy's singing

Lillies

We set out in late October, moving cross the frozen ground and we could see it in the stars we knew that we were glory bound we were looking for an answer, looking for a sign and we were waiting on  a savior come and ease our worried minds

Darling I swear it's true I will come back to you in Springtime when the lilies are in bloom hush now and dry your eyes you know I would not lie I'm coming back to you when the lilies are in bloom

Now the general he says that it will not be very long but the air is full of smoke and those damn redcoats coming on I dream your kisses on my eyelids though it was so long ago and the boys are in the fields, they're dying all alone

Chorus

Last night they came while we were sleeping, Lord they did not make a sound and I took a bullet to the breast, saw my blood spill on the ground when the sun come I heard voices say this boy cannot be saved so they bowed their heads in prayer and they dug a shallow grave

Darling I've been such a fool to think that I'd be coming back to you to make you wait for me, beneath the waning moon Come now, stand by my side pile the cool black stones where I lie it's Springtime and the lilies are in bloom

Tell our son not of my bravery, but a soldier's tale of woe for there's no glory where I've fallen and I'm so far from my home

Waiting in the Morning

He was waiting in the morning for to take you home waiting in the morning for to take you home, he was waiting in the morning for to take you home and you won't need a dollar in the place you're going no you won't need a dollar in the place you're going you won't even need a dollar in the place you're going

It's a long walk back it's a long walk back it'a a long walk back to where I'm from

If I knew the secret I would tell you so and I'd tell you all those things you ain't supposed to know if I knew the secret, I would tell you so and if I could go with you I would hold your hand and I'd keep you from the fire just the best I can if I could go with you,  I would hold your hand

Firebreathing

You've got no quarter for the carousel so you sit around and listen to the barkers yell and all the boys with whiskey goin' straight to hell change jingling in their pockets like the ringing of a bell but you blink your eyes just one at a time 'cause you got no business on the wild side you can't beat the joker with a pair of fives anyone that tells you different's just feeding you lines

it's this fire I've been breathing, it's gonna be the end of me you can lead me to the water, tell Mama that her daughter's been saved but if I fall just let me be

I've got a little fire, Lord I feel it burn burning for the pretty little way things were can't help but fall in love with all the stories I've heard when the truth was in the telling, all you needed was the word So you wander on down the road a ways to try to remember what the preacher said to the skinny little girl with the pig tailed braids said it so sweet, she swore she'd take it to her grave

Mr. Cody

Cody, oh Cody don't take me away quit your buying me roses, just let me be surely another much more beautiful than me would love you madly Cody, oh Cody I've seen what you do seen the tramps and the outlaws how they answer to you with three strings on your fiddle thirteen stitches in your boots you ain't my daddy

It's trouble that you're bringing and I've got no one to save me Those church bells are ringing, Lord, but I'm just a baby you say you laid down your money and you made up your mind, but no mean hearted gambler's gonna be a sweetheart of mine Oh Mr Cody, won't you choose another for your bride?

I hear you waiting outside in your red Chevrolet just the sound of that engine makes me so afraid I say the price of that ticket is more than I can pay but you don't listen

On My Mind

There was a time when, there was a time when I did not know you seems I was a child then, waiting for a little light to show through the tattooed angel on my chest is fading and I'm still waiting, with these ribbons in my hair well Baby, that don't hardly seem fair

The glass is empty now and there's nothing waiting for me at the bottom I always thought that I might like to sing the blues until I got'em and I know I've been dreaming when I wake up in that easy chair and you're not there now Baby, that don't hardly seem fair

All I got is time, and you on my mind you're on my mind you're on my mind

I think I got lost Dear, between the drip in the sink and the crack in the ceiling I guess I'll just stay here 'til we all wash away and the paint starts peeling Cause all I wanna hear you say is you're on your way, but I don't know where Baby, that don't hardly seem fair

Marie

The winter is gone and it's getting warm and you're in my arms but you're staring at the door it's that look I've seen before but after all you took, I just can't hold you anymore from the dream you're chasing and that's all he is you couldn't face him and you'd never, never be his still he makes you feel like you're so free well someday you'll be lonely just like me

Put on your traveling shoes Marie cause there ain't a man in this whole world that could give you what you need but Marie, don't let 'em say I didn't try we both knew you'd go to the devil by and by

You left your beer sitting on the table like you left me here, now I'm just peeling back the label cause it's late and the clock ticks slow you know I hate, I hate to let you go

In The Money

When my baby's in the money, treats me right when my baby's in the money treats me right when my baby's in the money we'll be drinking milk and honey when my baby's in the money, treats me right

Now when he's broke he treats me awful mean when he's broke he treats me awful mean when he's broke we get to fighting and we stay up half the night and when my baby's broke he treats me awful mean

He said he'd show me things I'd never seen he said he'd show me things I'd never seen but we're sitting here in Texas eating cold Chinese for breakfast and I'm thinking that my baby lied to me

I know I oughta up and run away I know I oughta up and run away but I won't get very far because my baby crashed the car and so it's right here in his arms I'm gonna stay

so Grave digger, dig us two holes side by side I said Grave digger, dig us two holes side by side dig us two holes side by side but when my baby dies don't go waitin' up for me it's not my time

Sawdust Girl

Hold you, softer than cedar I told you, there when you need her I'm always, always your sawdust girl

and I'll be sweeter than rosewood you'll see, I'll love you like I should I'm so good at being your sawdust girl

There'll be red wine and rhinestones so pretty aglow with the lights of the city sanded and polished so fine but Baby, don't you forget that you made me you carved me from walnut and cherry and gave me this old heart of pine

you'll find that maybe the rain it'll sometimes make me fickle as maple but don't mind I'm still your sawdust girl

The Boneyard

Drink it up the rotting apples and the burning leaves the day is over, roll down your sleeves you know you'll miss it when you're gone and it's enough to have something to hold onto hell it's more than fair and winter's coming but you just don't care cause you know now it won't be long

Oh, I remember laying in that boneyard listening to the crickets and the passing cars headlights flashing on the broken stones it was us, and all those fallen soldiers layin' down below but they were dead and buried a long time ago with all their mamas' tear drops and I told you sos

Now it's the life getting all gussied up in Grandma's dresses and eating Lucky Charms for breakfast playing poker all day long outside, they're saving dollars just to buy more time but we've got a pot of coffee and the joker's wild and we've got a tape of all our favorite songs

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I told myself that I was really never coming back this time and I drove that station wagon 'bout a hundred miles bought a souvenir and turned around it's just as well, cause the rain was falling faster than these broken wipers sway something always told me it would be this way I never thought it would be now

and oh, I remember layin' in that boneyard hiding cause you smashed your daddy's guitar but the pieces in the moonlight how they shone

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