Hearts and Horizons
SKAIL
Raining Down In Nashville
I got a telephone call, the kind you never want to get
By the time I put the phone down my face and shirt were wet
I was in the car, and I had to pull, right over
I cried, tears in my eyes on the hard shoulder
A cop pulled in behind and walked up to the window
He tapped on the glass and said you can’t stop here you gotta go
I told him what happened, he said he was sorry, to hear
But you gotta move on, you gotta move on you can’t stop here
CH: You gotta move on, you’re gone
Now the neon’s lost its sparkle and the broadway ain’t so bright
You gotta move on, you’re gone
And I know it’s gonna rain in Nashville tonight
I don’t know how I got home, driving in a daze
I don’t know I got through, all arrangements had been made
The cemetery gates, are closing but, I can’t leave
The preacher said go home, you gotta go home, let them rest in peace
Lie For Your Love
Turn your eyes away from me, baby
Cos I am not the one you seek,
Whatever it is you think you see
Is a long long way off reality
Don't listen to anything I’m telling you, baby
When you hear my voice just walk away
Stop hanging on my every word
Don't believe whatever you just heard
CH: Cos I’d say anything I think you’d want to hear
And I’d do everything just to keep you near
I’d cheat and lie, steal and cry
I’d double cross your lines in a heartbeat
I’d do anything to make you mine
And that’s the only true thing about me
Your mouth can't trust the lips they're kissing, baby
Your hands can’t trust the touch of my skin
Don't believe your senses
And don’t take down your fences to let me in
I would kill all sense of right or wrong, baby
I would steal you away from anyone
I would swear to God above
but then I’d turn around and lie to you for your love
That’s How We Roll
If the sun is shining bright we just put our ray bans on
If it's rain and thunder we just raise umbrellas and enjoy the storm
If the fish ain't biting then we don't cry, just sit on the riverbank and watch the world go by
If my girl ain't coming around tonight I'll just watch the game
If she changes her mind well that's just fine we can set the bed aflame
But if she just feels like holding hands and talking, we can go for a drive
Cos we’re country, with country hearts and soul and that's how we roll
CH: Hell yeah, that’s how we roll
We just bend with the breeze and go with the flow
We work and die, laugh and cry, love and let love go
Hell yeah, that’s how we roll
When it’s time to work we put our heads down and just get to it
When it’s time to play there ain’t no shame if we completely overdo it
But when it’s time to rest, to leave the stress behind, you’ll find us taking it nice and slow
When there’s a life to live then we just get right on with it
When it’s time to die, we cry then we move on over it
Cos the wheel keeps turning round and around, we get one spin only that’s how it goes
Cos we’re country, with country hearts and soul and that’s how we roll
Too Used To Living Alone
I’m used to living alone but I don’t like being lonely
I’m not looking that hard but I’d love to find someone to hold me
Who could fill the big hole in my world and the space in my bed
But instead, I’m getting too used to living alone
I guess the internet’s taken the place of a bar at the weekend
I can hook-up with suitable strangers twenty four seven
And I’ve met some nice profiles and I’ve had some instant deletes
The bitter and sweet, I’m getting too used to living alone
CH: I want somebody, who knows where I came from
Who knows all the same songs as me
Who gets what I’m saying, who needs no explaining
Someone just happy to be
So if you’re out there come find me, you’ll recognise me
I’ll be in your comfort zone
But don’t leave it too long, I’m getting too used to living alone
I leave a light in the bedroom and the TV on when I go out
So when I come home it’s like someone is there in the house
But when I open the front door nobody’s waiting to greet me
Just a voice on the TV, I’m getting too used to living alone
The Crofter and The Cherokee
I’m standing here in Dalton, Georgia
Looking back and looking east
I know there’s a big wide ocean
With the Blue Ridge Mountains between
My family roots run back to Scotland
Poor and hungry looking west
They sailed across the sea to Portland
And drifted south on another quest
Red mud of Georgia in my veins
Blood of the red man runs there too
Reservations …… relocations
The lies of the red white and blue
CH: The crofter and the Cherokee
Pushed out forced down on their knees
The clearances and the Trail of Tears
The crofter and the Cherokee
Burns said “a man’s a man for a’ that”
This state had ideals just the same
To treat all men fair and equal and a’ that
I hope someday we will again
A man who’s suffered to extreme ends
All too soon forgets his pain
He’ll justify profit by all means
He’ll keep a slave for his own gain
The Appalachian Trail is waiting
From Georgia up the coast to Maine
2000 miles of wild walking
To retrace my steps home again
The Widow and The Cruel Sea
The boat comes in and she’s sitting low
They’ve had a good day’s fishing with a catch to show
But something’s wrong I can clearly see
Two fishermen when there should be three
Oh please god let it not be me
A widow made by the cruel sea
At last the oars touch the sand
I run up looking for my man
But all my fears were realised
They said a big sea pulled him ow’r the side
We’re heartfelt sorry for your loss
He was a fine young man as ever was
CH: I wish that I could leave this place
Break free of my widow’s chains
In the new world across the sea
An American I’d like to be
But I’ve one bairn he’s just one year
And a woman can’t do what she wants round here
My dead man’s brother holds the key
To what life has in store for me
When the men would talk I’d hear him say
How he would leave if he could one day
So I became a brother’s wife
I can’t complain for he treats me right
I know his heart he knows my mind
And he’s promised we will leave in time
And I use the gifts that god gave me
To keep him sweet as a man can be
Two years on and we crossed that sea
Where I lost my boy to a malady
We settled here in Portland Maine
And soon I’ll have a child again
Scotland is from where we came
But now we’re all Americans
CH: I wished that I could leave that place
I broke free of my widow’s chains
In the new world across the sea
An American I will always be
Where Old World Rules And Empire Takes
I soldiered for John Company
I killed for them and they paid me
A Highlander ‘neath a British flag
I served my time then packed my bags
The Appalachians marked the line
Where I lived free on the western side
I’ve killed white and I've killed red
To sleep at home in my Tennessee bed
CH: From the icy north of the Hudson Bay
To the southern shores of the Everglades
Peaks and valleys, fields and lakes
Where Old World rules and empire takes
I took oaths to king and queen
Promises I could not keep
For tyrant crown I do not stand
Now I’m an Overmountain Man
So when Ferguson marched his men
I joined and rode with Shelby then
In Caroline we fought and died
The Battle of Kings Mountainside
My musket ball was one of seven
To claim the life of Ferguson
His body lies in a shallow grave
Scottish blood in American clay