These recordings are recorded in my own home and mixed by a friend, or come to you straight from a phone mic. They are not intended to be considered on par with commercially released mood music, but are presented as songwriter demos of thought provoking folk songs.
This song was written in response to the myriads of country songs about screen doors and dirt roads, songs that anyone could write after watching a movie about Western ranching life written and directed by someone whos seen a television show about it. I thought: ‘I’ve been there. I want to capture it in such a way that people who have been there know I have been there too.”
Lyrics
A friend got married a few months ago.
And I couldn’t wait to fly back home, And hang around
I’d go check out the neighborhood
And show all the boys I’d been doing good, in my old town.
But I was surprised when I touched down
At who I’d been, in my old town.
I feel again, how I felt back then,
In the space between the buildings,
Bringing back the old cold memories.
The high plains brick, railroad tracks
And western wind it shows me,
I no longer like the way I used to be.
When I saw old friends I used to love,
I knew inside what they were thinking of. I’d let em down.
It’d been all about me and how to get ahead,
But all I ever got was lonely instead. In my old town.
I feel again, how I felt back then,
In the space between the buildings,
Bringing back the old cold memories.
The high plains brick, railroad tracks
And western wind it shows me,
I no longer like the way I used to be.
And it ain’t my town, it brought me down, my old town.
That town I love for who you are,
Tradition and your honor,
Will you overlook the boy I was back then?
I want to be who I am,
And who I was no longer.
Please let me be a part of you again.
Will you be my town, when I’m back around, in my old town?
Can I make amends, for way back when? Sheridan?