SONG LYRICS

All lyrics Shawn Amos 

COUNTING DOWN THE DAYS

Counting down the days

‘Til I leave Frisco Texas

Sure been good

But I believe it’s time for me to exit

 

I swore I wouldn’t get angry this time

 

Old to enough to know

You should’ve known better

Stickers on the bathroom stall

Saying it’s now or never

 

I swore I wouldn’t get angry this time

 

Back in my room

Things are quiet

Things are quiet

Things are quiet

 

Counting down the days

Counting down the days

Counting down the days

Counting down the days

TROUBLED MAN

Hard to fall in love

When you’re hurting from a lover

Hard to comprehend in the end

How faced with the facts

That we could fall so fast

Still we’d stand up and do it all again

 

Now you gonna come around

With your head down in your hand

You’re a troubled man

 

People believe what they wanna believe

Say the world is flat and on fire

I’m gonna preach what I know

I ain’t never letting go

Of the hope that I’m holding inside

 

Now you gonna come around

With your head down in your hand

You’re a troubled man

 

Now you gonna come around

With your head down in your hand

Now you gonna sit right down

And tell me once again

How you’re a troubled man

 

People believe what they wanna believe

People believe what they wanna believe

People believe what they wanna believe

People believe what they wanna believe

HOLD BACK

Snuck out of a fifty-dollar motel room

Spent my last buck eight-five on a half pack of Kools

Now I’m a quarter mile from Porto before high noon

With a randy little lady who won’t be refused

 

I got so many secrets I can’t keep track

I got all the contraband that my bags could pack

There ain’t no sense in denying you sure got the knack

When I’m down next to you there is one part of me

That I can’t hold back, hold back, hold back

Hey, hey

 

Sister keeps her radio playing loud

She’s black she’s pretty not ashamed to be proud

Wears her hair natural obviously

Got the white boys behaving quite curiously

 

I got so many secrets I can’t keep track

I got all the contraband that my bags could pack

There ain’t no sense in denying you sure got the knack

When I’m down next to you there is one part of me

That I can’t hold back, hold back, hold back

Hey, hey

 

Give me something good that I can’t hold back

Give me something good that I can’t hold back

Give me something good that I can’t hold back 

HER LETTER

She read me her letter

Something ‘bout saying goodbye

She read me her letter

Something ‘bout saying goodbye

 

Now it don’t normally rain in September

But the first thing I remember

Is when I woke up this morning

I was waiting for that letter to dry

 

It was Tuesday when I finally

Exited Highway 9

It was Tuesday when I finally

Exited Highway 9

 

Now I don’t normally seem to remember

The last drink that I should reconsider

But when I woke up this morning

I was waiting for that letter to dry

 

My baby she knows me

A little too well to see

My baby she knows me

A little too well to see

 

That despite what I claim to be

I’m her own worst company

And by the time she remembers

Her letter will be waiting to dry 

THE PITY & THE PAIN 

I’m not here to pray

 

But I would get down on my knees

If it makes her pain go away

 

I never thought I’d say

 

That California now reminds me

Of my own mortality

 

You didn’t think so

She didn’t claim to know

All the places I have been

They’ve now begun to box me in

 

So you’ll have to carry on from here

Steer your sweet self clear

Of the pity and the pain

The fear your heart contains

 

In the time that I have left

The days that remain

I was 23

When you and me

Were gonna take on everything

 

I stepped up to the bar

With my self-consciousness in place

You said, “You sure is cute

But there ain’t nothin’ there to hold”

 

Last night my dream it broke my sleep

And I saw you as you are

When were good we were great

Now that’s my last apology

 

You’ll have to carry on from here

Steer your sweet self clear

Of the pity and the pain

The fear your heart contains

STRANGER THAN TODAY

Tallahassee’s honorary

Forgetful servant

Fades away

 

Pulling up

Behind the half-line

Stranger than today

 

Changing shoes

Before the warning

Shouldn’t be surprised

 

Running loose  

Between the blue sky

Couldn’t say we tried

 

Mister Marion

Walter Jacobs

Never said goodbye

 

Soon after

The altercation

They buried him alive

 

On his horse

At 54th Street

Stranger than today

 

Au revoir to Marksville Parish

Never shall he see 

THE JOB IS NEVER DONE

Percival Montgomery

Came from New Orleans

He was the third or fourth generation

Of a certain family tree

 

Percival’s granddaddy

Used to take him by the hand

He said,” Hold onto your conscience

As long as you can”

 

You’ve got to piece together the story

One by one

Because the job is never over, people

The job is never done

 

Piece together the story

One by one

Because the job is never over, people

The job is never done

 

In 1835

The Baptists came alive

When the pressure of the politics

Made them move to the other side

 

One preacher faced his congregation

Looked them in his eye

He told them, “Hold onto your conscience, folks

As long as you’re alive

 

You’ve got to piece together the story

One by one

Because the job is never over, people

The job is never done

 

Piece together the story

One by one

Because the job is never over, people

The job is never done

 

Sooner than later

When you’re feeling like a traitor

For pulling up another alibi

 

And if you now defend

What you would yesterday amend

It might be real wise to realize

Something’s going wrong

 

You’ve got to piece together the story

One by one

Because the job is never over, people

The job is never done

 

Piece together the story

One by one

Because the job is never over, people

The job is never done

 

The job is never over, people

The job is never done

 

The job is never over, people

The job ain’t never done

27 DOLLARS 

I got 27 dollars, 27 dollar bills

I got 27 dollars, 27 dollar bills

I’m gonna need me a few more

So I can get that Coupe DeVille

 

I was hanging around chatting on a Saturday night

I was hanging around chatting on a Saturday night

When I saw that Coupe

Tricked out in black & white

 

Every Monday the landlady knock on my door

Monday morning the landlady knock on my door

She said I got your rent

But you need 27 more

 

I said, lord landlady I’m trying to buy a Coupe DeVille

I said, lord landlady I’m trying to buy a Coupe DeVille

She said I hope that Coupe got a kitchen

‘Cause you no longer livin’ here

 

A man needs a woman, a man needs a bottle of beer

A man needs a woman, a man needs a bottle of beer

A man needs to drive his lady in a new set of wheels

 

I got 27 dollars, 27 dollar bills

I got 27 dollars, 27 dollar bills

I’m gonna need me a few more

So I can get that Coupe DeVille 

ALBION BLUES (for Gary)

When water come down my window

It’s easy to frame

When water come down my door

It’s easy to blame

 

I’m not cryin’

Most of the time

 

When night come ‘cross her window

She gets in my way

When night come ‘cross her door

It’s easy to stay

 

I travel with nothing

All of the time

 

I hear Albion and Africa

Red roses on the clouds

Everything we have

 

When I take that last step out that window

It’s easy to fly

When I take that last step out that door

It’s easy to be blind

 

I’m not lyin’

Most of the time

 

I hear Albion and Africa

Red roses on the clouds

Everything we have

 

Never will be the same the same

Never will be the same the same

Never will be the same the same the same.