With One More Day – Left Handed Angels

With one more day I’d learn to love a little faster

I would not squander soft sunlight in the western sky

I wonder why I took so long to find the freckles in your grin

With one more day I’d start again

With one more day I learn to smell your secret flowers

I would not hesitate to gather of all your teardrops as they fell

I would tell all the whispers that your voice carries in the wind

With one more day I’d start again

With one more day I could do most anything

Break the silence of the bad news before it rains

I would tell all those whispers that your voice carries in the wind

One more day I could start again

I would tell all those whispers your voice carries in the wind

One more day I would start again

Running – Left Handed Angels

If I sound a little rough today it’s because I never found myself last night

I was reaching for the shadow of my lady deaf and blinded by the noise and light

I been singing to the moon so long the crickets know my name

We’ve both been tripping inside the walls we know each other’s game

Running, running as the sky turns red. Running is alright I guess but I wish I was in my woman’s bed.

Well things dance upon your shoulders when you’re running without sleep

Well the puddles on the highway they seem so dark and deep

And the cell phones never reach out when you’re nowhere and you need to talk

And the Badlands are aptly named when runnin’ turns into a walk

Running, running as the sky turns red. Running is alright I guess but I wish I was in my woman’s bed. Running is alright I guess but I wish I was in my woman’s bed.

Laying Down with You – Left Handed Angels

I’ve run in the light and the darkness

I’ve never chose between the two

So now days come twilight I’m laying down

As I lay down with you

The shiniest things most times are false

Try to see beyond my eyes what is true

Soon the light dims and I’m laying down

I’ll be laying down with you

Touch me and I crumble

I’m no longer just passing through

So now days come twilight I’m laying down

As I lay down with you

Ballad of the Mystic Cowboys – Left Handed Angels

Dogs were barking

Lightning scorched the ground

Some wizard of Oz spotted leaving town

Like dust in badlands all across with stars

There’s no rainbows sitting in the dark

Color of the wind switched dust will rob your speed

Left behind lame horses and the things we did not need

And we rode on

We rode on

We rode on
Like Mystic Cowboys

Yeah, Mystic Cowboys

Lovers hardly loved us we were mean to hold

Bankers stole from us we were panning for gold

They could not divide us and we multiplied like sin

And we sparkled in places we’ll never see again

And we rode on

We rode on

We rode on

Like Mystic Cowboys

Like Mystic Cowboys

We slept on concrete in Johnny’s Hotel

And beside river boats and places that we fell

Momma cries and the coyote calls fell on callused ears

We just played louder and prouder every year

And we rode on

We rode on

We rode on

Like Mystic Cowboys

Mystic Cowboys

The Last Honky Tonk – Left Handed Angels

I’m still smoking still trying to catch a fire

Still drinking trying to quench insane desires

Still undecided about things that I want

Still looking for the last honky tonk

Still moving down the track but the train has lost its engineer

And the white dove of peace sounds like a crow in my ear

I hear the whistles blowing as the car horns endlessly honk

It all fits into music from the last honky tonk

I still have a love for music and a heart my baby owns

The sounds in my head has driven me from my home

If Jesus should appear right now and take the children he wants

I might be singing Hank down at the last honky tonk

Still moving down the track but the train has lost its engineer

The white dove of peace sounds like a crow in my ear

When I hear the whistles blowing as the car horns endlessly honk

All fits into music from the last honky tonk

And I hear the whistles blowing as the car horns endlessly honk

And it all fits into music from the last honky tonk

Hey man I’ll meet you down there on Sixteenth Avenue there at the Idlehour

You know, right there on Sixteenth man, on the other side of that church.

Almost a Tornado – Left Handed Angels

It’s almost a tornado more than a wind

We’re playing a street dance waiting for the rain to set in

Cool mist had covered all my face

Thunder sounded like Amazing Grace

Angels rode in on lightening they come in from a long, long way

They laughed easy in the darkness like you never hear during the day

They brought this song to my lips
My long gone baby sister she gave me a kiss

It’s almost a tornado more than a wind

Through good times and bad times most any times we just play

After all that’s how we know how to pray

It’s almost a tornado more than a wind

You never know when angels will come ridin’ in

You never know how angels will come ridin’ in

Take me Down to Nashville – Left Handed Angels

Trying to make it all worthwhile

Trying to make everybody smile

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Riding with the demon wind

And I’m never going to see contentment again

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

They know my words around that town

I’m heading for the up side of down

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

The wind is blowin’ through my veins

Whispers a lost woman’s name

My baby might miss me when I’m gone

Well she don’t dig on me hanging around

No she don’t

Just take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down

Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Oooo Take me down to Nashville

Take me down to Nashville

Oooo

Church with Johnny Cash – Left Handed Angels

Driving them hills on Sunday morning

Going to church with Johnny Cash

His gospel booms through my truck speakers

Jesus statue glued on my dash

I’ve been trying to forgive you

Shouldn’t be this hard to do

There’s horses running in the sunshine

Going to church with Johnny Cash

There’s hills with melting snow in the spring time

Jesus statue glued on my dash

I’ve been trying to forgive you

Shouldn’t be this hard to do

Johnny learned how to handle Sunday morning coming down

So I’m going to church with Johnny Cash

If I had a helicopter I’d go see him like Kris did

Jesus statue is glued on my dash

I’ve been trying to forgive you

Shouldn’t be this hard to do

Should have learned how to handle Sunday morning coming down

Tell me how Mr. Johnny Cash

Cabin by Nemo – Left Handed Angels

Found your laughter in the closet

Stacked behind your shoes

You must have forgotten where you left it

But it’s something I could use

It’s snowing in the mountains

You can smell it in the air

There’s a cabin by Nemo

And I’d love to take you there

Let’s act like outlaw lovers

That need a place to hide

There’s a smell of smoke in the pines

And horses to ride

It’s snowing in the mountains

You can smell it in the air

There’s a cabin by Nemo

Please let me take you there

Mountain sun shines on the morning snow

Dancing colors in your heart

Stoke the fire and go back to bed

We ain’t ready for the day to start

It’s snowing in the mountains

You can smell it in the air

There’s a cabin by Nemo

We can find laughter there

Grab a couple books, skis and your checkerboard

I can bring some candles and fixings for chicken noodle soup

It’s snowing in the mountains

You can smell it in the air

It’s snowing in the mountains

You can smell it in the air

Uncle Sammy – Left Handed Angels

Another farmer’s dozing out the trees

Black dirt blowing in the breeze

Corn prices keep going down

They open up more virgin ground

Spraying chemicals on the bugs and weeds

Kill them all and Mother Nature bleeds

As the big boys pay the rent

With the money that Uncle Sammy sent

Pushing out them family farms

Burn the houses and the barns

Drain the marshes and plow the horizon

AC in the cabs but the temperature’s rising

Satellite tell the boys global positioning

I’m just telling you this as part of my mission

As the big boys pay the rent

With the money that Uncle Sammy sent

All the big boys pay the rent

With the money that Uncle Sammy sent

Ask them about Oklahoma in the 30’s and the hard wine made from the Grapes of Wrath

And the big boys pay the rent

With the money that Uncle Sammy sent

Ernie – Left Handed Angels

Ernie it’s all I can do to just hang on

My green-eyed lady has turned her back

She’s turned her back

She turned her back on me

Ernie the yellow moon is always full

Tennessee is pulling me to the road

Pulling me to the road

It’s the road for me

Ernie I’m thinking I’d be better to be gone

Brave the restless nights of cold empty dawn and move on

And on and on and on and on

Ernie all my luck has run away

Must have burned it in my youth

In my youth

Ernie in my youth it was free

Lately I’ve been sleeping in my boots

That way I’ll be dressed when I wake up

When I wake up

When I wake up on the other side

Ernie I’m thinking I’d be better to be gone

Brave the restless nights and cold empty dawn and move on

And on and on and on and on

Ernie I’m thinking I’d be better to be gone

Brave the restless nights of cold empty dawn and move on

Be Yourself – Left Handed Angels

Step right up and take a chance

Start the music begin to dance

Get on your toes and show your grace

Stretch a smile across your face

Be a butterfly in the morning light

Or a passing jet across the dark of night

Be a whisper or a loud happy voice

But be yourself you have a choice

If they say something’s cool

But it burns don’t be a fool

If you’re low they say get high

Better have your own reasons why

Be a butterfly in the morning light

Or a passing jet across the dark of night

Be a whisper or a loud happy voice

Just be yourself you have a choice

Yeah be yourself you have a choice

If you hear church bells ringin’

Old people, children singing

Then the truth is somewhere near

The clouds will part and the sky will clear

Be a butterfly in the morning light

Or a passing jet across the dark of night

Be a whisper or a loud happy voice

Just be yourself you have a choice

Be yourself you have a choice

Be yourself you have a choice

Be yourself you have a choice

Never Have to Cry Again – Left Handed Angels

A daughter with tears in her eyes cause Daddy’s gone away

With swing sets and sunshine, the world should all be that way

Then you’re waking in the hard light cold, cold morning with bells a ringing

When you hear the trumpets blowing and you see the gates open and you hear them angels singin’

And you should never have to cry again

And you should never have to cry again

Some hearts are so pure they’re just waiting for their wings

They have gathered your warm treasures they don’t need many things

And you know the light of love is eternal

The shine you can feel it on your skin

When the warmth of your tears is a warm, warm blanket

Covers the cold of any sin

And you should never have to cry again

And you should never have to cry again

And you should never have to cry again

And you should never have to cry again

Good Radio – Left Handed Angels

They were playing a good song on the radio

And the sun was dropping down

I was smiling thinking about you

And getting out of this town

I know I’ve always driven too fast

Since I learned on the farm

I rolled a tractor and hay wagon

Lucky I never caused any harm

They were playing a good song on the radio

The sun was dropping down

I was smiling thinking about you

Getting out of this town

Sunglasses were on the dashboard

So I thought I’d try them on

They had that nice peach color

Looked like Mexico at dawn

They were playing a good song on the radio

And the sun was dropping down

I was smiling thinking about you

Getting out of this town

I pray that you can hear me

I feel I’m talking awful loud

No one seems to be listening

My voice never carried in a crowd

They were playing a good song on the radio

When the sun was dropping down

I was smiling thinking about you

Getting out of this town

They were playing a good song on the radio

Right Way to Die – Left Handed Angels

I saw that black car roll out for me

I thought to myself Lord I’m finally free

It was a vision in the web of a dream

I was suspended in some time machine

There were some women dressed in black on one side

There was my baby dressed in white like a bride

She reached out with a red rose she started to cry

A woman in black reached out wiped them tears from her eyes

She said honey, he don’t even know the right way to die

I could smell her perfume lost in the breeze

I was on a horse or a Harley behind some trees

And they were playing Danny Boy as my last wish

I guess I’ve always had the luck of the Irish

There were some women dressed in black at one side

There was my baby dressed in white like a bride

She reached out with a red rose she started to cry

A woman in black reached out wiped them tears from her eyes

She said honey, he don’t even know the right way to die

Hell I awoke staring at the black of the night

And I knew that somehow that old woman she was right

So I made a promise to left-handed angels I said I’d try after all I want to know the right way to die

I made a promise to left-handed angels I’d try after all I want to know the right way to die

I want to know hey honey I know the right way to die

Angel Reprimand – Left Handed Angels

There’s angels in the cottonwoods I can almost see them

They cover an eternity of broken hearts from here to Bethlehem

I crash so easy like waves rolling in the sand

And the message in my bottle is an angel reprimand

I feed my hungry voyeurism ‘til I go blind

And I watch without connecting, suffering of mankind

I’ll eat the apple from a pig’s mouth as if it’s held in my hand

And the bitter taste in my mouth is an angel reprimand

Come on Gabriel won’t you cross that Rio Grande

Fly low with the pilgrims hauling their contraband

Do you leave the dead by the road or do you haul them up from this wasteland

Is this a prayer I’m trying to say or an angel reprimand