Wade D. Brown - Lyrics and Credits

"From A Child" Lyrics & Credits

Old Habits

Wade D. Brown- vocal, guitar, harmonica

Colby Earleywine- percussion

Bradford Hoopes- piano

Tom Johnson- trombone, harmony vocal

Katie West- bass

Mike West- harmony vocal

Angels & devils are fighting for the chains of a man once free but now he plays the game. You know it's hard and it ain't no fun when old habits die when you're so young.

Frankie met Joannie out by the ridge. He didn't get no kisses cause he had a wife and kid. You know it's hard and it ain't no fun when old habits die when you're so young.

Listen to the whistle down by the station. Think about all the times you used to roam. Tell me the cause of your frustration, when you wake up to find that part of you is gone.

Walk into a bar, table in back, smoke ring rounders dealin black jack. You know it's hard and it ain't no fun when old habits die when you're so young.

Summer Bliss

Wade D. Brown- vocal, guitar

Clark Jamison- tabla

There's an old stone bridge across the oak groves, county line and Cherry Glenn. Where you grit your teeth from the summer dust as we dare to throw each other in. Skippin stones across the water. Touchin toes with the farmer's daughter. Please lord give me a few more like this. Oh Summer Bliss.

Bullfrogs ache why the crickets wait. Harvest moon shine a light in your soul. Strawberry wine turn on the night. Never to grow old. Your old man waits with his porch light on. It ain't right it must be wrong. Please lover give me just one more kiss. Oh Summer Bliss.

Time has a way to unravel a memory. Feelings in the gut turn to rust. I lay my head on my pillow. Dreams of you can't be touched. Now and again when the cold winds moan I toast your warmth and the love we've known. Blanket of time will forever miss. Oh Summer Bliss.

Paper Cups

Wade D. Brown- vocal, guitar

Colby Earleywine- percussion

Bradford Hoopes- piano

Katie West- bass

Mike West- mandolin, harmony vocal

Hope is the bird with feathers tied trying to fly in Sunday morning skies. Searching for the words that I can't find you're looking for me to save us one more time.

If this is the dream then I'm growing old. Why am I still longing for the open road? The last thing she said before she was gone. I can be lonesome on my own.

Tears hit the mirror I'm so vain, like the winter winds that patter on a window pane. Olive branches grown to hold us up. Put through a shredder. Recycled paper cups.

Open Road Blues

Wade D. Brown- vocal, guitar, harmonica

Colby Earleywine- percussion

Bradford Hoopes- organ

Katie West- bass

Mike West- electric guitar, harmony vocal

Honey I've been havin some hard travelin. Well I thought you knew. Calabasas to Shreveport, Memphis to Kalamazoo. And I've been standin in some long lines trying to get a wage or two. And I've been shovelin out the dark mines honey. I am gonna replace my shoes. I've been slingin that slag down a long summer road. I am burnin my skin like it's a wild fire honey. All to buy you a night alone. But you know: people come, people go. Stick out your thumbs and get back on the open road.

I've been sleepin by the riverside on the banks of the Ohio. I've been bathin in the moonlight. Yeah I call my time my own. With a heavy heart and a worried mind. A good woman's love is hard to find. When I die nobody gonna know. Leave me there on the open road. Until then: people come, people go. Stick out your thumbs and get back on the open road.

Doghouse Blues

Wade D. Brown- vocals, guitar

Colby Earleywine- percussion

Well you old hound dog you're just a lonely bluesman a callin. When the sun goes down your raisin hell until the mornin.

The chickens are in the barnyard. The horses are in the hay. Hound dog keeps a howlin till the rooster breaks the day.

Baby took the doghouse and the brand new bag of rawhides. Hound dog went to dig a hole but got nothin left to hide.

Dogs gamble at poker. Bluesmen gamble with their gin. But a woman that gambles a dog's love is just a low down dirty sin.

What I Know

Wade D. Brown- vocal, guitar

Rachel Allai- fiddle, harmony vocal

Colby Earleywine- percussion

Tom Johnson- trombone, harmony vocal

Katie West- bass

Mike West- mandolin, harmony vocal

I share a little joke every once in a while. My shoes ain't tied but I leave with a smile. Burn the tie that binds are the rules of the road. You carry till your spine begins to bow

14 dollars and away we go. Carson City to ol' Mexico. If I told her once I've told her before that she don't know what I know.

I need more time to fill my day. The sun just sets and I drift away. I bury in my own so she'll never find a reason to say goodbye.

Big Sioux chief forged the flood. The Yankees moved in and were paid in blood. Someone told me that it was a shame, but I never knew his name.

Livin like a tramp down in New Orleans with hardened lies and broken down dreams. She told me that she'd be my queen. Only if the crown will fit.

By The Water

Wade D. Brown- vocal, guitar

Colby Earleywine- percussion

Bradford Hoopes- organ

Katie West- bass

Mike West- electric guitar

Go down by the water. Go down by the water. She won't be that hard to find. I was with her there last night. I waited till she closed her eyes, and I was gone.

Uncle grandpa callin says she hasn't been home since last Tuesday night. Put her in her Sunday dress and sent her out under the nearest street corner light. Nothing in this world is for free. Find a way to earn a keep. Meeting strangers like me was her end.

Sheriff Pascal says she was always getting picked up for some kind of trouble. Just a matter of time before she crossed the line and landed in her final struggle. Wasted youth is such a shame. Hard enough to speak her name. Just trying to make it in the game. What a shame.

Home Country Pie

Wade D. Brown- vocal, guitar, harmonica

Colby Earleywine- percussion

Katie West- bass

Mike West- banjo, mandolin

Grandma's home country pie. Brings a tear Lord to your eyes. Long for you like the crops do a cloud in the sky. Grandma's home country pie.

Fishin down at Poss's pond. Got no bites. It won't be long. Sittin there in the rockin chair. Smell that custard in the air. Grandma's home country pie.

Indian ball at the city park. Big league chew and baseball cards. Sunflower seeds they won't do cause I need apples and pecans too.

Blackberry, gooseberry, lemon meringue. Warm rhubarb while it rains. Pumpkin, peach, and cherry cheese. Coconut cream Grandma if you please. Grandma's home country pie.

From A Child

Wade D. Brown- guitar, vocal

Rachel Allai- viola, fiddle

Mike West- piano

Daddy join your hand in mine now and forever more. Everything I do in life I've never done before. Teach me through your acts the joy of living.

Mother goose and apple juice. Mornings with a smile. Cackle and laugh. Cowboy baths. Turning back the dial. Little things that make the day worth while.

Innocent glow. Watch me grow. Sunlight sprinkled with water. Mother's aura. Learn to explore. Be better than my father. Wild and free on Earth we're meant to be.

Later down the road comes hesitation. Losing sight of how to be carefree. Changing course and direction like the leaves in a breeze. Teach me how to see.

The New Year ball drops, and time don't stop. Someday I'll be grown. Passing on what you show me to children of my own. Mother nature's seeds get scattered and sown.