I done Syria, Afganistan, Iraq and Iran
North Korea tell me where does it end
Well the bodies keep piling up with every day
How many more of em they gonna send
Well they send their sons and daughters off to die for some war
To control the heroine
Well son I hope you don't grow up
Believing that you've got to be a puppet to be a man
Well they cut off your hair and put a badge on your arm
Strip you of your identity
Tell you to keep your mouth shut boy and get in the line
Meet your maker over seas
Sturgill Simpson - Cuttin' Grass, Vol. 2: The Cowboy Arms Sessions Album Lyrics
Sturgill Simpson - Cuttin' Grass, Vol. 2: The Cowboy Arms Sessions Lyrics
Writer: John Sturgill Simpson
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Brace For Impact (Live A Little)
Hello, my son
Welcome to earth
You may not be my last
But you'll always be my first
Wish I'd done this ten years ago
But how could I know
How could I know
That the answer was so easy
I've been told you measure a man
By how much he loves
When I hold you
I treasure each moment I spend
On earth, under heave above
Grandfather always said God's a fisherman
And now I know the reason why
And if some times daddy has to go away
Please don't think it means I don't love you
Oh, how I wish I could be there everyday
Cause when I'm gone it makes me so sad and blue
And holding you is the greatest love I've ever known
When I get home it breaks my heart
Seeing how much you've grown all on your own
Hearing you cry makes me cry
It made me cry
Hearing me cry
A thousand miles away
Every cry
(greatest love I've ever known)
(ever known)
Welcome to earth
You may not be my last
But you'll always be my first
Wish I'd done this ten years ago
But how could I know
How could I know
That the answer was so easy
I've been told you measure a man
By how much he loves
When I hold you
I treasure each moment I spend
On earth, under heave above
Grandfather always said God's a fisherman
And now I know the reason why
And if some times daddy has to go away
Please don't think it means I don't love you
Oh, how I wish I could be there everyday
Cause when I'm gone it makes me so sad and blue
And holding you is the greatest love I've ever known
When I get home it breaks my heart
Seeing how much you've grown all on your own
Hearing you cry makes me cry
It made me cry
Hearing me cry
A thousand miles away
Every cry
(greatest love I've ever known)
(ever known)
Writer: John Sturgill Simpson
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Oh Sarah
Oh Sarah, here we go again
I can't get past the pain of what I want to say to you
I'm too old now to learn how to let you in
So I'll run away just like I always do
She said if there's something I should know then tell me now
Before I go and give my heart away
So I can get on with my life
You can go on with your strife
Wish you'd speak the words those eyes are trying to say
Sometimes this life feels like a big old dream
I'm floating around on a cloud inside
When my cloud starts coming apart at the seams
Oh Sarah, that's when I slide
There's going to be times that I gotta go away
But don't worry baby I'll come home
Out on the road is where I'm going to find my way
But I'll always find the time when I'm alone
So forgive me if sometimes I seem a little crazy
But god damn, sometimes crazy is how I feel
And my brain is starting to swirl
Down the drain of this old world
And there's only one thing girl I know is real
It's the love that I feel in your arms
It's the glow you wear around you like a charm
It's the tender in your eyes
That keeps me safe and warm at night
From this life
Sometimes this life feels like a big old dream
I'm floating around on a cloud inside
When my cloud starts coming apart at the seams
Oh Sarah, that's when I slide
I can't get past the pain of what I want to say to you
I'm too old now to learn how to let you in
So I'll run away just like I always do
She said if there's something I should know then tell me now
Before I go and give my heart away
So I can get on with my life
You can go on with your strife
Wish you'd speak the words those eyes are trying to say
Sometimes this life feels like a big old dream
I'm floating around on a cloud inside
When my cloud starts coming apart at the seams
Oh Sarah, that's when I slide
There's going to be times that I gotta go away
But don't worry baby I'll come home
Out on the road is where I'm going to find my way
But I'll always find the time when I'm alone
So forgive me if sometimes I seem a little crazy
But god damn, sometimes crazy is how I feel
And my brain is starting to swirl
Down the drain of this old world
And there's only one thing girl I know is real
It's the love that I feel in your arms
It's the glow you wear around you like a charm
It's the tender in your eyes
That keeps me safe and warm at night
From this life
Sometimes this life feels like a big old dream
I'm floating around on a cloud inside
When my cloud starts coming apart at the seams
Oh Sarah, that's when I slide
Writer: JOHN STURGILL SIMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Sea Stories
Basically it's just like papaw says:
"Keep your mouth shut and you'll be fine"
Just another enlisted egg
In the bowl for Uncle Sam's beater
When you get to Dam Neck
Hear a voice in your head
Saying, "my life's no longer mine"
Have you running with some SAD SOG
BMF sandeater
Sailing out on them high seas
Feels just like being born
That first port call in Thailand
Feels like a pollywog turning nineteen
They've got king cobras fighting in boxing rings
And all the angels play Connect Four
Seems like a sailor's paradise
But turns out to be a bad dream
Now you hit the ground running in Tokyo
From Kawasaki to Ebisu
Yokosuka, Yokohama, and Shinjuku
Shibuya, Ropongi, and Harajuku
Aw, from Pusan and Ko Chang, Pattaya to Phuket
From Singapore to Kuala Lumpur
Seen damn near the whole damn world
From the inside of a bar
I've got sea stories
They're all true
Might seem a little bit far-fetched
But why would I lie to you
Memories make forever stains
Still got salt running through my veins
I've got sea stories
And my shellback, too
Sometimes Sirens send a ship off course
Horizon gets so hazy
Maybe get high, play a little GoldenEye
On that old 64
And if you get sick and can't manage the kick
And get yourself kicked out the navy
You'll spend the next year trying to score
From a futon life raft on the floor
And the next fifteen trying to figure out
What the hell you did that for
But flying high beats dying for lies
In a politician's war
[Thanks to lea for correcting these lyrics]
"Keep your mouth shut and you'll be fine"
Just another enlisted egg
In the bowl for Uncle Sam's beater
When you get to Dam Neck
Hear a voice in your head
Saying, "my life's no longer mine"
Have you running with some SAD SOG
BMF sandeater
Sailing out on them high seas
Feels just like being born
That first port call in Thailand
Feels like a pollywog turning nineteen
They've got king cobras fighting in boxing rings
And all the angels play Connect Four
Seems like a sailor's paradise
But turns out to be a bad dream
Now you hit the ground running in Tokyo
From Kawasaki to Ebisu
Yokosuka, Yokohama, and Shinjuku
Shibuya, Ropongi, and Harajuku
Aw, from Pusan and Ko Chang, Pattaya to Phuket
From Singapore to Kuala Lumpur
Seen damn near the whole damn world
From the inside of a bar
I've got sea stories
They're all true
Might seem a little bit far-fetched
But why would I lie to you
Memories make forever stains
Still got salt running through my veins
I've got sea stories
And my shellback, too
Sometimes Sirens send a ship off course
Horizon gets so hazy
Maybe get high, play a little GoldenEye
On that old 64
And if you get sick and can't manage the kick
And get yourself kicked out the navy
You'll spend the next year trying to score
From a futon life raft on the floor
And the next fifteen trying to figure out
What the hell you did that for
But flying high beats dying for lies
In a politician's war
[Thanks to lea for correcting these lyrics]
Writer: JOHN STURGILL SIMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Hero
Decided to write a song for my hero
Considering he's done so much for me
He's the one that pulled me up when I fell down so low
He's the one that led me through the darkness when I could not see
Never met a man more gentle or any humbler
Never once heard him raise his voice or saw him mad
But I watched him break his back on coal and lumber
To give her everything she never had
Cause when it all comes down to zero
There's nothing more this life could ever give
And I know I'll never find another hero
Not another one like him
Born on a summer day in some dark holler
Way back in the hills of Perry County
Well he grew up poor and he never saw a dollar
But a dollar ain't no good in a coal camp anyway
Cause when it all comes down to zero
There's nothing more this life could ever give
And I know I'll never find another hero
Not another one like him
And if I'm half the man he is when I die
I don't know if I could ask for too much more
He taught me you only need one hand
to count your real friends in this life
But if you find true love you better take both arms
and hold on til your sore
Considering he's done so much for me
He's the one that pulled me up when I fell down so low
He's the one that led me through the darkness when I could not see
Never met a man more gentle or any humbler
Never once heard him raise his voice or saw him mad
But I watched him break his back on coal and lumber
To give her everything she never had
Cause when it all comes down to zero
There's nothing more this life could ever give
And I know I'll never find another hero
Not another one like him
Born on a summer day in some dark holler
Way back in the hills of Perry County
Well he grew up poor and he never saw a dollar
But a dollar ain't no good in a coal camp anyway
Cause when it all comes down to zero
There's nothing more this life could ever give
And I know I'll never find another hero
Not another one like him
And if I'm half the man he is when I die
I don't know if I could ask for too much more
He taught me you only need one hand
to count your real friends in this life
But if you find true love you better take both arms
and hold on til your sore
Writer: STURGILL SIMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Welcome To Earth (Pollywog)
Hello, my son
Welcome to earth
You may not be my last
But you'll always be my first
Wish I'd done this ten years ago
But how could I know
How could I know
That the answer was so easy
I've been told you measure a man
By how much he loves
When I hold you
I treasure each moment I spend
On earth, under heave above
Grandfather always said God's a fisherman
And now I know the reason why
And if some times daddy has to go away
Please don't think it means I don't love you
Oh, how I wish I could be there everyday
Cause when I'm gone it makes me so sad and blue
And holding you is the greatest love I've ever known
When I get home it breaks my heart
Seeing how much you've grown all on your own
Hearing you cry makes me cry
It made me cry
Hearing me cry
A thousand miles away
Every cry
(greatest love I've ever known)
(ever known)
Welcome to earth
You may not be my last
But you'll always be my first
Wish I'd done this ten years ago
But how could I know
How could I know
That the answer was so easy
I've been told you measure a man
By how much he loves
When I hold you
I treasure each moment I spend
On earth, under heave above
Grandfather always said God's a fisherman
And now I know the reason why
And if some times daddy has to go away
Please don't think it means I don't love you
Oh, how I wish I could be there everyday
Cause when I'm gone it makes me so sad and blue
And holding you is the greatest love I've ever known
When I get home it breaks my heart
Seeing how much you've grown all on your own
Hearing you cry makes me cry
It made me cry
Hearing me cry
A thousand miles away
Every cry
(greatest love I've ever known)
(ever known)
Writer: John Sturgill Simpson
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Jesus Boogie
My days are filled with moments of doubt of shame
Seems everybody's in line to let me down
I look all around me there's no one left to blame
What have I done to deserve my thorny crown?
You never asked me if I wanted to be
The Son of God
Father, why have you forsaken me?
My silver is dross, my water is mixed with wine
My eyes are full of blood I cannot see
Well the sins I now pay for, they are not mine
You never asked me if I wanted to be
The Son of God
I always knew it would end this way
Still it is you to whom Father I now pray
Somehow I knew I'd end up here on my own
All alone, all alone, Father without you
You never asked me if I wanted to be
The Son of God
Seems everybody's in line to let me down
I look all around me there's no one left to blame
What have I done to deserve my thorny crown?
You never asked me if I wanted to be
The Son of God
Father, why have you forsaken me?
My silver is dross, my water is mixed with wine
My eyes are full of blood I cannot see
Well the sins I now pay for, they are not mine
You never asked me if I wanted to be
The Son of God
I always knew it would end this way
Still it is you to whom Father I now pray
Somehow I knew I'd end up here on my own
All alone, all alone, Father without you
You never asked me if I wanted to be
The Son of God
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Keep It Between The Lines
Don't turn mailboxes into baseballs
Don't get busted selling at seventeen
Most thoughts deserve about two or three more
Motoroil is motoroil
Just keep your engine clean
Keep your eyes on the prize
Everything will be fine
Long as you stay in school
Stay off the hard stuff
And keep between the lines
Don't burn two lanterns at the same time
No ship out on the water will pay your rent
Cause you live and you learn
Sometimes you get burned
When your get out done got up
Walked out the door and went
Do as I say
Don't do as I've done
It don't have to be
Like a father, like his son
Don't let them try to upsell you
There's a reason they make chocolate and vanilla, too
If there's any doubt, there is no doubt
The gut don't never lie
And the only word you'll ever need to know in life is "why"
Keep your head out of the clouds
And remember to be kind
And just stay in school
Stay off the drugs
And keep between the lines
(Don't, don't sweat the small stuff)
(Can't sweat the small stuff)
(Don't sweat the small stuff)
Don't get busted selling at seventeen
Most thoughts deserve about two or three more
Motoroil is motoroil
Just keep your engine clean
Keep your eyes on the prize
Everything will be fine
Long as you stay in school
Stay off the hard stuff
And keep between the lines
Don't burn two lanterns at the same time
No ship out on the water will pay your rent
Cause you live and you learn
Sometimes you get burned
When your get out done got up
Walked out the door and went
Do as I say
Don't do as I've done
It don't have to be
Like a father, like his son
Don't let them try to upsell you
There's a reason they make chocolate and vanilla, too
If there's any doubt, there is no doubt
The gut don't never lie
And the only word you'll ever need to know in life is "why"
Keep your head out of the clouds
And remember to be kind
And just stay in school
Stay off the drugs
And keep between the lines
(Don't, don't sweat the small stuff)
(Can't sweat the small stuff)
(Don't sweat the small stuff)
Writer: JOHN STURGILL SIMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
You Can Have The Crown
Well, I been spending all my money on weed n' pills
Trying to write a song that'll pay the bills
But it ain't came yet so I guess I'll have to rob a bank
I guess it could be worse it ain't that bad
At least I ain't sitting in old Baghdad
in the middle of the hot damn desert sitting in a tank
Every time the wife talks a baby gets mentioned
But I'm so broke I can't pay attention
Lord how it tears me up to see her cry
So I been spending all my nights on the internet
looking for a clue but ain't found one yet
just a bunch of Mopars, guitars, & other stuff I can't buy
Well now Lord if you can hear me won't you throw a damn dog a bone
Cause if the Devil shows up with a better deal this old soul's going down
I sing 'em real pretty I sing 'em real sad
All the people in the crowd say he ain't half bad
They call me King Turd up here on Shit Mountain but if you want it you can have the crown
Been sitting on my ass like a bump on a log
Watching Andy and ol' Boss Hog
Guess I ought to get up and go find a job
Instead of sitting on the couch trying to find the next line
I'm sure there's gotta be a better use of my time
Like figuring out which one of these banks I'm gonna go rob
Well the name of the game is hurry up and wait
but that ain't putting no food on my plate
or gas in my car and I drive a Bronco
So Lord if I could just get me a record deal
I might not have to worry about my next meal
but I'll still be trying to figure out what the hell rhymes with Bronco
Trying to write a song that'll pay the bills
But it ain't came yet so I guess I'll have to rob a bank
I guess it could be worse it ain't that bad
At least I ain't sitting in old Baghdad
in the middle of the hot damn desert sitting in a tank
Every time the wife talks a baby gets mentioned
But I'm so broke I can't pay attention
Lord how it tears me up to see her cry
So I been spending all my nights on the internet
looking for a clue but ain't found one yet
just a bunch of Mopars, guitars, & other stuff I can't buy
Well now Lord if you can hear me won't you throw a damn dog a bone
Cause if the Devil shows up with a better deal this old soul's going down
I sing 'em real pretty I sing 'em real sad
All the people in the crowd say he ain't half bad
They call me King Turd up here on Shit Mountain but if you want it you can have the crown
Been sitting on my ass like a bump on a log
Watching Andy and ol' Boss Hog
Guess I ought to get up and go find a job
Instead of sitting on the couch trying to find the next line
I'm sure there's gotta be a better use of my time
Like figuring out which one of these banks I'm gonna go rob
Well the name of the game is hurry up and wait
but that ain't putting no food on my plate
or gas in my car and I drive a Bronco
So Lord if I could just get me a record deal
I might not have to worry about my next meal
but I'll still be trying to figure out what the hell rhymes with Bronco
Writer: John Sturgill Simpson
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Tennessee
I've been going out of my mind for a while now
Trying to find my way back home, I don't know how
Oh I'm all the way up here in Kentucky seeing things clear
Through a haze of whiskey, tears, and misery
While you're all the way down there in Tennessee
I been going at it a little hard of late it might seem
Been waking up every day in the same bad dream
Taking long walks at night, seeing things in a much bluer light
That old moon and your memory following me
Cause you're all the way down there in Tennessee
They say in Tennessee, the sun is always shining
But this blue moon glowing on me, has got mе pining
I been trying to find my way back, with no luck so far
And the hardest part is just knowing how close you arе
Two hundred and ten mile drive, three hours down south 65
But it feels like there's an ocean between you and me
Cause you're all the way down there in Tennessee
Trying to find my way back home, I don't know how
Oh I'm all the way up here in Kentucky seeing things clear
Through a haze of whiskey, tears, and misery
While you're all the way down there in Tennessee
I been going at it a little hard of late it might seem
Been waking up every day in the same bad dream
Taking long walks at night, seeing things in a much bluer light
That old moon and your memory following me
Cause you're all the way down there in Tennessee
They say in Tennessee, the sun is always shining
But this blue moon glowing on me, has got mе pining
I been trying to find my way back, with no luck so far
And the hardest part is just knowing how close you arе
Two hundred and ten mile drive, three hours down south 65
But it feels like there's an ocean between you and me
Cause you're all the way down there in Tennessee
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Some Days
I'm getting pretty tired of the state things are in
Sometimes I feel like cutting a vein, just watching it bleed
I'm tired of laying it down, getting nothing on the other end
and people only wanting to be your friend when you got something they need
Well I'm getting pretty tired of being treated like competition
When the only one that can hold me down is inside my head
Whats a honky gotta do around here to get a little recognition
Start to think I might be worth more to everybody if I was dead
I'm getting pretty tired sitting around and wasting time
I'm tired of taking blame when I ain't done nothing wrong
I'm tired of other people trying to take what's mine
and I'm tired of y'all playing dress up and trying to sing them old country songs
Well some days you kill it and some days you just choke
Some days you blast off and some days you just smoke
Well now maybe I do and maybe I don't
Everybody says they'll be there but in the end y'all know they won't
Sometimes I feel like cutting a vein, just watching it bleed
I'm tired of laying it down, getting nothing on the other end
and people only wanting to be your friend when you got something they need
Well I'm getting pretty tired of being treated like competition
When the only one that can hold me down is inside my head
Whats a honky gotta do around here to get a little recognition
Start to think I might be worth more to everybody if I was dead
I'm getting pretty tired sitting around and wasting time
I'm tired of taking blame when I ain't done nothing wrong
I'm tired of other people trying to take what's mine
and I'm tired of y'all playing dress up and trying to sing them old country songs
Well some days you kill it and some days you just choke
Some days you blast off and some days you just smoke
Well now maybe I do and maybe I don't
Everybody says they'll be there but in the end y'all know they won't
Writer: STURGILL SIMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Hobo Cartoon
Wish I was riding the steam train, right out of the pages of time
Down through the ol' Roaring Twenties, to the fall of 1929
Back in heyday of railroads, before airplanes fluttered and flew
Color me in like a cartoon hobo doing what bums used to do
Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers
Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon
This is a song of how things used to be
And a script of a hobo cartoon
Show me hopping a freight train, somewhere south of the yard
Make it a Santa Fe boxcar, paint all rusty and hard
Sketch out an old hobo jungle, make the old days come alive on the page
Build a rough shack, down by thе track, weather it heavy with agе
Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers
Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon
This is a song of how things used to be
And a script of a hobo cartoon
Sometimes things are great to remember, some are too good to forget
Things back then were so different, some things we think of them yet
Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers
Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon
This is a song of how things used to be
And a script of a hobo cartoon
Down through the ol' Roaring Twenties, to the fall of 1929
Back in heyday of railroads, before airplanes fluttered and flew
Color me in like a cartoon hobo doing what bums used to do
Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers
Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon
This is a song of how things used to be
And a script of a hobo cartoon
Show me hopping a freight train, somewhere south of the yard
Make it a Santa Fe boxcar, paint all rusty and hard
Sketch out an old hobo jungle, make the old days come alive on the page
Build a rough shack, down by thе track, weather it heavy with agе
Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers
Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon
This is a song of how things used to be
And a script of a hobo cartoon
Sometimes things are great to remember, some are too good to forget
Things back then were so different, some things we think of them yet
Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers
Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon
This is a song of how things used to be
And a script of a hobo cartoon
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Cuttin' Grass, Vol. 2: The Cowboy Arms Sessions is the sixth album by American country musician Sturgill Simpson, and a follow-up to Cuttin' Grass, Vol. 1: The Butcher Shoppe Sessions. It was released on December 10, 2020, through Simpson's own label, High Top Mountain. The album consists of bluegrass renditions of songs from elsewhere in his catalog.
Performed By:
Sturgill SimpsonGenre(s): Bluegrass
Producer(s): Ora Simpson, David Ferguson, Sturgill Simpson
Length: 39:45
Released: December 10th, 2020
Year: 2020