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“He still had some doubts about the decision he had made. But he was able to understand one thing: making a decision was only the beginning of things. When someone makes a decision, he is really diving into a strong current that will carry him to places he had never dreamed of when he first made the decision.”
~ Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
Get the track listing and details from Charlie Worsham’s sophomore album!
Charlie Worsham Channels Mad Men in New Song “Old Time’s Sake”
It’s been four years since Charlie Worsham released his debut album Rubberband, which earned the Mississippi-born country artist and songwriter critical acclaim from a number of outlets, American Songwriter included. While Rubberband announced an exciting new addition to the genre, Worsham’s forthcoming album Beginning of Things, out April 21, shows him to be one of country’s most formidable dark horses, a quiet contender worthy of the attention and airplay claimed by his less cerebral contemporaries.
https://americansongwriter.com/2017/01/charlie-worsham-channels-mad-men-in-new-song-old-times-sake/?mid=431
Before I knew it,
the hair I had cut short,
I could braid again.
7 November 2018
Take Me Drunk
If a drunk mans says what a sober man thinks Then right now I think I'm thinking out loud a lot Hey girl, you wanna split a shot? Take me drunk, I'm home Out here in the crowd can't hear a thing Wait don't turn around, don't walk away What I really meant to say was Take me drunk, I'm home What's a drink gotta do to get a guy in this bar? I mean a girl in this bar Somebody here take the car to my keys I can't drive with these two hands on Take me drunk, I'm home Well if a pig could fly Do you really think a pig might fly Through the front door of the Klub Klondike lounge Pick me up and drop me off at my house Take me drunk, I'm home Right at home on a barstool Drinking like a half-lit legend Alcoholic with a question mark Liver floating like Noah's ark Take me drunk, I'm home What's a dance gotta do to get a girl in this place? I mean a guy in this place Can’t feel my face, can’t work my knees Gonna need your help please, thank you Take me drunk, I'm home Home, sweet home What's a drink gotta do to get a guy in this bar? I mean a girl in this bar Somebody here take the car to my keys I can't drive with these two hands on Take me drunk, I'm home
I-55
I was born on a blue vein highway line Running up and down Mississippi's crooked spine I've been gone too long It's high time I made time for this A hundred miles south of Graceland's gates You’ll see me coming from the volunteer state With a homesick heart and magnolia plates Off exit 206 When it all gets to be too much When my soul feels out of touch I get in my beat up ride and drive I-55 I fill up on old friends Get back to where it all begins I always leave feeling more alive I-55 I rest my arm on the window sill Breathing in them old pine hills And the midnight smoke from the paper mill The stars off Levee Road This little lake town is all we got But I love it most for what it's not And them kids in the Chaney's parking lot That was me ten years ago And I never can stay as long as I want to And I might have moved away But the one thing I won't do Is forget where I come from You can bet I'll always run Back down that old familiar stretch of interstate When it all gets to be too much When my soul feels out of touch I fill up on old friends And I get back, I get back to where it all begins, all begins yeah I-55 Oh and I drive, and I drive, and I drive, and I drive, and I drive I-55
Birthday Suit
Hey baby I was born this way Bird in the egg I formed this way Nothing quite like this to make me feel alive Think back to the future past Garden hose, green, green grass Two years old, running round bare-assed in the bright sunshine Now it's put on your pants, put on your shirt Put on your tie, go to work Keep wondering what I wear it for I ain't gonna wear it anymore Take it off, take it off Take it off, take it off Get on down to your birthday suit Who cares who's watching you Take it off, take it off Take it off, take it off Nobody's stopping you so Get on down to your birthday suit Get on down to your birthday suit Ooh, don’t it feel so free Nature knows how it's supposed to be And the good Lord knows there's no clothes on the birds and the bees Yeah baby, don't be square, ain't no shame in your underwear One more step and we'll be there just come with me Take it off, take it off Take it off, take it off Get on down to your birthday suit Who cares who's watching you Take it off, take it off Take it off, take it off Ain’t got nothing else to do so Get on down to your birthday suit Get on down to your birthday suit So to hell with the boss, to hell with the bank To hell with brunch, to hell with the game To hell with stuff I don't need Long live love and long live freedom To hell with the tie, to hell with the shirt To hell with the pants, to hell with work Hey baby we were born this way It's how we procreate Hey hey, it's your birthday Take it off, take it off Take it off, take it off Get on down to your birthday suit Who cares who's watching you Take it off, take it off Take it off, take it off Nobody's stopping you so Get on down to your birthday suit Get on down to your birthday suit
