MATT KOGER Songwriter
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MATT KOGER Songwriter LYRICS |
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Quicksilver (Judas' Song): My name will be a footnote in history right next to where one man done another
wrong you know, it really is no mystery they say a man like me was bound to come along now I have walked right in his footsteps
and I have walked right by his side always thought that we was good friends till he saw the betrayla in my eyes cant say I
never known no good living, no no cant say I didn't know right form wrongand I heard all about them riches up in heaven but
now I'm damned cause I couldn't find a way to wait that long my pockets are heavy with dreams dreams that only money can buy
but all I hear is my conscious scream screaming you'll never get out of this world alive Chorus: Help me I'm stuck in quicksilver
and Lord I'm sinking just like a stone in the silver coins they paid me to deliver your unadulterated heart of solid gold
now I look in the mirror, all I see is dirty look around my house all I see is alone and I thought that money would be
so pretty but I beileve I got money burning a hole in my soul so I threw it back in the temple again and I can only hope its
not too late I pray for forgiveness on that early morning wind and I tie the rope in the tree and seal my fate, praying Chorus:
Help me I'm stuck in quicksilver and Lord I'm sinking just like a stone in the silver coins they paid me to deliver your unadulterated
heart of solid gold now I hear a hammer ringing in my ears I feel a cold wind circle my feet I close my eyes and I can
feel the thorns and I can taste the tears close my eyes and the maker I go to meet, praying Chorus: Help me I'm stuck in
quicksilver and Lord I sank just like a stone in the silver coins they paid me to deliver your unadulterated heart of solid
gold Billy The Old Man: There's a gravel road out past the edge of town where signals are sent, money is spent
and the deals go down from the porch he watches tail lights disappear into Friday night and Billy just shakes his head and
says "it just ain't right" He don't even bother to call the sherriff again even if they did believe, they're stretched out
way too thin when he was younger, well he'd sure as hell made a stand but he ain't Billy the kid no more, he's Billy the old
man CHORUS:But when he dreams at night he dreams in black and white like a cowboy show at the Saturday matinee where they
ride into town set the wrongs right kiss the girl and fade from sight like a sinking sun at the end of the day He's got
a belly full of pills and a mailbox full of bills worked his whole life for this old farm and his late wife's coupe de'ville
but he'd just as soon strike a match and watch it all go up in smoke as to spend just one more night watching them deal that
dope This morning he carried oats out to his old mare led her up into the corral and whispered in her ear saddled her up and
when he saw the lights he sunk a spur and let her run for the road thinking he must look like some old cowboy's ghost CHORUS:And
in the moonlight everything was black and white like a cowboy show at the Saturday matinee where they ride into town set the
wrongs right, kiss the girl and fade from sight like a sinking sun at the end of the day first two shots, he fired straight
in the air then he blew the glass on a GMC and turned with an icy stare and said "I'll see you in hell if I ever see you again,
just run for your lives, I'm Billy the old man" theres a gravel road out past the edge of town its quiet as a church on Friday
night except for the sound of a boot heel keeping time to Merle Haggard on the radio and a rocking chair creaking just like
his old bones rocking chair creaking just like his old bones Solitaire: When the sun's sinking low it shines through the window and her stained glass glows. And she'll
flash a smile to reassure an old friend its fine to go. Then for the deck of cards she goes, plays the only game she knows
you can play, with only one. She plays solitiare, wishes he was there. Another lonely night begun. When the night is so still
that you can hear the sound of a teardrop and the phone won't ring and memories of yesterday won't stop. Is there comfort
in the sound of those playing cards snapping down as you deal you last hand of the day? Playing solitaire, wishing he was
there, passing lonely nights away Well I know there's a saddness in her song and I know that she's missed him for so long
but I know she don't want pity from me or you, she just wishes everyone knew love so true You know a bird will still sing
even when no one hears the song and she still calls his name and talks to him just like he ain't been ten years gone cause
she knows that some day Oh she knows that some way that he'll be waiting there to hold her again but now its solitaire wishing
he was there through the lonely nights till then Matter of Pride: You follow lights shining above the trees popcorn and laughter blowing in the breeze you
give five bucks at the gate and you can step right back in time I said "son you know, your hometown looks a whole lot like
mine" there's a band out on the field marching in line cheerleaders holding up a homemade sign that the hometown tears through
like a wild hurricaine and the crowd lets loose a cheer they can hear miles away Well its Friday night in a small town
and football's king let's all stand up now and the school song we'll sing and if you aint with us win or loose, you can sit
on the other side cause tonight's not just a game it's a matter of pride watching guys watching girls in the corner of
their eye and girls act like they don't care, they want you to think their shy and yesterday's Friday night hero, tonight
he's in the stands he's handing out his business card and shaking all the hands down past the field well the kids brought
their own ball they're tearing holes in their jeans giving it their all mama says "boy why are you treating you good clothes
that way" and the boy looks out at those lights and says "cause it'll be my turn one day" Well its Friday night in a smalltown
and football's king let's all stand up now and the school song we'll sing and if you aint with us win or loose, you can sit
on the other side cause tonight's not just a game it's a matter of pride you can make it or you can break it underneath
those lights either way it'll stick with you for the rest of your life don't matter where you go don't matter what you come
to make of your name when you come back here they'll remember you for the way you played the game Well its Friday night
in a smalltown and football's king let's all stand up now and the school song we'll sing and if you aint with us win or loose,
you can sit on the other side cause tonight's not just a game it's a matter of pride It's a matter of pride James: James weighs about 400 pounds and he doesn't walk far any more he rides a handicapped scooter down
the service road any time he goes to the store he's got an orange triangle on the back and a wire basket on the other end
sometimes he rides without a shirt one time he had a woman with him CHORUS I dont know his story or his last name but the
plates on the scooter say James he'll make 50 smile an hour passing the water tower eating ice cream in the rain now James
sorta lends himself to a joke and I had a laugh or two myself when I saw him pulling out of that parking lot with a 20 inch
television set well he came to a crawl going up the overpass that saved him from crossing Main then he shot like a rocket
down the other side and in the end it all came out the same CHORUS a couple weeks ago, you know, the joke was on me
when I was looking for a place to park and James drove his scooter right past my car and through the front doors of Wal-Mart
20 minutes later I was circling that lot like a fish stuck in a bowl when James came out with a basket full of groceries and
passed me on his way home CHORUS Ally's Song: This one's for the sister of the brothers who don't know what its like to be daddy's little girl,
they don't know what its like to bloom like a desert rose and be beautiful in spite of the world. let me sing my song
tonight and baby you close your eyes, go to sleep now and till morning don't wake, but if you should need me before the sun
will rise, know that I'll be there, make no mistake Chorus: sleep tight little angel, fly away high above the rain, sleep
tight little angel tonight, let your dreams treat you like a queen. let this song be my gift to you and I hope
you understand just how much Daddy loves you so, cause what you give to me by being my biggest fan, means more to me than
you could ever know. Chorus repeat Anyway, I Love You: three pictures deep in an old wooden frame you were just my little blue-eyed girl dancing
in the rain and everything was innocent in the place called yesterday where dreams were green as spring and love was the only
way well years have come and gone now and we've hardly paid a thought they've passed us by as indifferent as the hands on
a clock but I'm not gonna worry about what I have or what I have not I was just caught offguard by a memory I forgot And
I could never ask for more than the woman you've become And I try to see tomorrow in every sinking sun but life it can be
bittersweet you know cause one's growing up is another one's letting go there's times I'm still surprised by the empty
in your room I don't know why the wedding was what, 2 years ago come June but there's nights I've sat alone on your bed in
the light of your fingernail moon so quiet I heard the echo of a dish run away with a spoon well thanks for the picture I
see the baby neath your dress you mother, well she tells me it'll be any week now I guess and I could be jealous it'd be easy,
I confess but now a father and a grandfather well I call that double blessed And I'm so proud of the woman you've become
you'll be a beautiful mother to the daughter or the son and someday then you will understand, I know that one's growing up
is another one's letting go tag:there's a blue-eyed girl dancing in the rain on my desk she smiles at me, soaking wet,
in her Sunday best and why I told you all of this, I don't know anyway, I love you and I just called to say hello Broken Stone: It was blowing like a March wind through January trees funny how bare bone branches really pay
no mind to a breeze I walked alone in a field of stone that time has all but forgot houses were gone, all the people moved
on and just left these graves to rot some markers stood the test of time just to fall to a cowboy's boot one held a beer from
a Friday night another was just something to shoot this place had been an old settler's camp born out of blackland farms I'm
told folks gathered here to bury their dead, break bread and priase the Lord now all but their names are gone tall grass in
growing over graves that hold the children's bones the Lord gave em a life to live and the blackland called em home and all
that's left is a field of broken stone standing over Emry Stephens I feel the weight of the debt I owe for 40 years he fought,
farmed to forge the way of life I know I whisper to Ruby theres a flower growing right where her momma cried and Little Charlie's
stone echos "Lord have mercy, my son has died" now all but their names are gone tall grass in growing over graves that hold
the settler's bones the Lord gave em a life to live and the blackland called em home and all that's left is a field of broken
stone well I left with some feelings I didnt have when I walked in I knew life was short but oh how much shorter is was back
then So I thanked the Lord for these souls I found and asked him for a good hard rain off in the distance an old John Deere
was plowing through a blackland vein now all but their names are gone hard working hands that shaped this land are nothing
but dust and bone the Lord gave em a life to live and the black land called em home and I owe so much to this field of broken
stone thank God for the field of broken stone Blackland: Damn this rain falling down, damn them holes in the ground and damn that blackland laying on their
graves. day my son was born, I lost my wife, I held onto his precious life, he cried for her all his 7 days. I
put the gun right to my head, decided I was better off dead cause only the living seem to feel the pain. rain knocked
a butterfly out of the tree, it spiraled down into my misery, if I'd had a tear left, it would have been a crying shame.
CHORUS: I went off searching for another dream, like a butterfly trying to fly on a broken wing, had a dream I could fly
and I was gonna try to fly so high that I flew away to another sky. hammer came down and my hopes died cause a
gun won't fire when the powder ain't dry and that just left the dead to rest in peace that night. by the morning's light
I got on my mare and I got myself the hell outta there, I didn't look back till I was sure they were out of sight. with
each day that passed me by, seemed the apple of my momma's eye, tunred a little more rotton to the core. gunning and
gambling became my trade, many a fine young widow I've made, you now its easy to bet it all when there's nothing to,loose
anymore. CHORUS. one night I sat holding 4 queens, stakes of the table bustin at the seams when a man siad "my daughter,
against all you got". she rode with me that very night, I swore I'd never but I was thinking I might. you know,
she never said a word to him when she fired the shot. I looked inside, found the courage somehow to lay down my gun
and pick up a plow and I worked the blackland till the cotton grew white as snow. built this little house and a old
pole-barn, got a couple kids running round the farm but thee's a side of Daddy, I pray thet never know. CHORUS.
but tonight when the rain came falling down, I saw those holes in the ground, in a dream black as the land laying on their
graves. Before the Rain: there's days this life of my dreams is like a dog tearing at my seams (repeat) and
lost somewhere in the middle, our love is trying to find its way. don't get me wrong baby, I ain't bitter, its jus tonight
I was missing the day...we were love before the pain, clean before the stain, like New Orleans before the rain. Like
a smile before the flash, flame before the ash, the towers before the crash. And you know damn well come morning, when
you look over at my pillow, I'll be there. no I ain't talking bout forever, I'm just looking for a reason to still care..that
we were love before the pain, clean before the stain, like New Orleans before the rain, like a prairie before the plow, mystery
before the know-how, then before now. But then you came to me this evening and I watched the candles dance with your
skin, you held me close, pulled tight, and breathed out my name, and I could see it all again....I saw a widow cefore tha
call, a soldier before the wall, the Garden before the fall, like a fighter before the fight, a dream before the light,
July 4 before the night....verses repeat Saving Grace (Hidden Track): Silent night, oh holy night a world lies sleeping in chains no room at all just
a humble stall she fashions his bed out of hay I wonder maybe for a moment was he just her baby and did Mary claim that time
as her own did she sit and stare did she whisper a mother's prayer for the strength and wisdom to see him grown The most
innocent tear that has ever been cried might have fallen that night from Mary's eye When she held him in her arms and looked
into the face of this child that was born to be our saving grace from near and far by the light of a star hey travel to
see just where he lay the gifts they did bring were gifts fit for a king the prophets words rang true that day The most
innocent tear that has ever been cried might have fallen that night from Mary's eye When she held him in her arms and looked
into the face of this child that was born to be our saving grace Christmas lights oh Christmas night the children lie
sleeping with their dreams have I shown them the glory of the Christmas story can they see past the red and green The most
innocent tear that I ever cried fell as I thought of Mary's face that night As she knelt there at the cross and looked up
at the face of the child that had grown to be my saving grace silent night oh holy night the world is free of its chains |
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