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I met a man named Gray Burchette sometime in 2002 I believe. We met on a playground as our children ended up on the same slide. I was about to play a concert in the park that evening and we began talking about that and the kids and he told me he was a guitar maker and musician. (That was a lot of "and's"). Anyway- between our first meeting and right now in November, 2012 we wrote and recorded much of my early music (the music that ended up inspiring this very record). Gray not only built several guitars for me, he introduced me to many artists that I had never heard of that ALL became my favorites. Paul Thorn, Mitch Malloy and most importantly Darrell Scott. This song is the first Darrell Scott song that I gravitated to and I have performed it many times over the years. I said I would record it one day and I am happy that Gray had a part in helping me make it happen. Thank you Darrell and thank you Gray. If YOU do not know who either of these men are, PLEASE "Google" their names and you WILL NOT BE SORRY.
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WORDS AND MUSIC BY: Darrell Scott
Dad never started drinking ‘til he was thirty-five
And once he found the power
He made up for his lost time
Go outside and catch a cricket, then unplug the phone
Said their singing kept him company
When we’d leave him alone
Those were days of feeling awkward,
Being seventeen and such
Hoping I could find some comfort
In a deacon’s daughter’s touch
I’d spend time out in the desert
Feeling lonely with a friend
And we’d talk about leaving
But it was years before we did
Oh the time moves slow
And you can’t go where you want to go
But, oh the time slips away
Day after day, day after day
Day after day
Well I found myself a genie
Said she’s grant a wish for me
And all I had to do was love her
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Endlessly
So I asked my dad about it and he said
Son, life’s a game we play
So I closed my eyes, held her and said
Take me away
Let’s live in a lighthouse on the Maritime shore
And we’ll hang a wreath to loneliness
Upon our lighthouse door
But we never made the ocean, she never followed through
She said the day she left
You know, I really thought you knew
Well I went back home to see my dad
And I walked through the door
To his photographs of Hank and Johnny
Lying on the floor
Hank had a hole shot through his mouth
And Johnny in the head
There were crickets in hallway
And Dad awake in bed
He was sitting in the darkness
With just a cigarette light
Said he went a little crazy
Sometime in the night
I never asked him about the pictures
Though it was clear to me
He shot ‘em for the life
And the man he wouldn’t be
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