© 2019 by Kevin Bilchik.

LYRICS

Play Your Blues Away

I was down and out

So I always thought

Always made the worst of things

In spite of what I was taught

The only thing I ever found

That didn't feel that way

Was grabbing this old guitar

And playin' my blues away

I would pick up a song of sorrow

Pick a little song of joy

Sing about tomorrow

And all of yesterday's chores

Tap a foot or tambourine

Whistle all the day

You know you can always

Play them blues away

You've got to play them blues away

Four walls surround me

Lord they never quit

Gotta get out of this city

For just a little bit

Jump into the river

Walk under the trees

All my friends and family

They're gonna sing along with me

We got to, pick up a song of sorrow

Pick a little song of joy

Sing about tomorrow

Yesterday's chores

Tap a foot or tambourine

Whistle all the day

You know you can always

Play your blues away

Play your blues away

You got to play your blues away

Something a kid has always known

You gotta kick that can, or skip that stone

Kick a can or skip a stone

Has it been a long time

Since you felt like that kid

Living your life of purpose

Just trying to fit in?

Lose your inhibition

For just one day

And give yourself permission

To play your blues away

You got to, pick up a song of sorrow

Pick up a song of joy

Sing about tomorrow

And yesterday's chores

Tap a foot or tambourine

Whistle all the day

You know you can always

Play them blues away

You got to play them blues away

You know you can always

Play them blues away

You know you can always

Play the blues away

Away, away, play the blues away

 
 

Going Down

Going gown, going down to get my fix

If you don't know what I'm talking about

You must live in the sticks

So go down, go down to get your fix

Wait all morning, for the door to open

Now you can feed your itch

At the Blues City, it's such a pity

That the world don't fit inside

Open invitation, to all of the nation

To get a little peace of mind

You just got to get in line

You gotta go down

Go down there to get your fix

If you don't know what I'm talking about

You must live in the sticks

So go down, go down there to get your fix

Wait all morning, for the door to open

Now you can feed your itch

Thank ya' baby, thank ya' baby, thank ya' baby

Thank ya' baby, for feeding my itch

Yeah my addiction, stranger than fiction

Leaves me feeling high

Nothing illegal, all the cops will eat it

They come back every time

Vinnie always treats 'em right

They gotta go down

Go down there to get their fix

If you don't know what I'm talking about

You must live in the sticks

So go down, go down to get your fix

Wait all morning, for the door to open

Now you can feed your itch

Thank ya' baby, thank ya' baby, thank ya' baby

Thank ya' baby, for feeding my itch

Place my order, me and Muddy Waters

Tapping my toe in time

All my worries, leave in a hurry

Taking the first big bite

Vinnie always treats you right

That's why they go down

Go down there to get their fix

I waited all morning, for the door to open

Now I can feed my itch

I go down, I go down there to get my fix

If you don't know what I'm talking about

You must live out in the sticks

Thank ya' baby, thank ya' baby, thank ya' baby

Thank ya' baby, for feeding my itch

 

R.I.P. Me

Loading up the car, ain't coming back

Weeds are gonna grow through every crack

The bill collectors call, I won't be home at all

I'll be dead, but I'll be living so well

Elvis in Memphis, runs a bed a breakfast

Had enough gold records on the wall

Got tired of sequins, you know I believe him

Lost a hundred pounds, that ain't all

Well, I'm gonna change my name and my face

Hire me a plastic surgeon up in L.A.

My wife and kids won't know me

Don't think that's below me

They can live off the life insurance all their days

Amelia Earhart, she gotta herself a new start

She walked away and said catch me if you can

Gave up her wings, for much finer things

She ate the freshest sushi in Japan

Put the flowers, on my tombstone

Lights are on there, baby, but nobody's home

I'm gonna take my baseball cards, my silver bars

Bury 'em with my Playboys in the yard

And if I make it back

I'm gonna use that treasure map

I'll have everything a man can want

Me and Jimmy Hoffa, we won't be in a coffin

We'll be on the run, and out of the way

With D.B. Cooper, I'll be in a stupor

Sipping drinks up in Honolua Bay

Put the flowers, on my tombstone, yeah

Lights are on there, baby, but nobody's home

Nobody been home

 

Holy Roller

Well, my baby, she's a holy roller

Only do, just what the Lord told her

You won't find, a smile on her face

For anything but grace

Well I want it, but I never have it

Swear that girl may as well wear a habit

You wanna know why, I stick around?

She's the finest girl in town

She's my halo, when I'm lonely

She shines a light on me

Well I wish she'd reconsider

And lay her love down over me

Well my baby, yeah yeah she's always grinning

Makes a man want to give up all sinning

Take me down to the river, I'll be

Born again for thee

The pearly gates got, nothing on her

She's my final resting place

Well, I'm crying and I'm praying

That she's gonna let me in one day

Yeah my babe, she's holy rolling
Yeah my babe, she's holy rolling

Holy rolling

 

Misery Loves Company

Misery, loves company

So come on baby, sit next to me

You can be, who you want to be

Mad as hell, or fancy free

Some will say the world is getting

Worse each day

I'll tell you what I believe

It's always been that way

How's the wife, how's the kid?

Well did you ever think, that it could be this good?

What you need, is therapy

So get it off, your chest for free

Pay the bills and cut the grass

For what it's worth

You have won the right to live

And die upon this earth

Misery, loves company

So come one baby, sit next to me

You can be, who you want to be

Mad as hell, or fancy free

Whoa, the time goes slowly by

Oh so nice to have you, by my side

If we can't beat 'em, we won't join 'em

Live our lives the way we wanna

Even if it's in sweet misery

So grin and bear, well it's only fair

Don't rock the boat, act like you care

Close your mind, tow the line

Don't be the one, to lose your mind

Some will say just smile

And do the best you can

Well I would say, what a waste

The world is in your hands

Misery, loves company

So come one baby, sit next to me

You can be, who you want to be

Mad as hell, or fancy free

Whoa, the time goes slowly by

Oh so nice to have you, by my side

If we can't beat 'em, we won't join 'em

Live our lives, the way we wanna

Even if it's in sweet misery

Even if it's in sweet misery

 

He Don't Work

He lives in the back of his momma's house

Comes in and out like an old mouse

She fixes him a PB and J

He's gonna move out someday

He don't work, he don't work

He got all of the latest toys

Don't understand 'cus he's unemployed now

Must be something that we don't know

All these girls, giving him dough

He don't work, he don't work

He makes money all right

But he does it on the sly

He don't work, he don't work

Bootlegs in little black boxes

Cell phones that fell off the trucks

If you want a case of Marlboro

He get's 'em down in Mexico

He don't work, he don't work

He makes money all right

Does it right on the sly

He don't work, he don't work

Looks like hell and smells like hash

Must be where he got all of that cash

9 am he's got to be downtown

Gotta see somebody 'bout a half a pound

He don't work, he don't work

Say he got out on a work release

Doin' couple years with the state police

Now he's doing time with you and me

He's working at the drive through at Mickey old D's

That's right that boy gonna work

Gonna work, gonna work

That's right that boy gonna work

He makes money all right

But he does it all on time

He's gotta work, he's gonna work

He makes money alright

But he does it all on time

He's gotta work, he's gotta work

Gonna work, he's gotta work

 

The Worm Will Turn

Life didn't go the way I planned

I got married and divorced on a one night stand

We had this kid that didn't look like me

Put him all the way through the Ivy League

I made a million on the net

It never led to happiness

Money's a blessing and a curse

I bet it all on a three legged horse

You know it's true

Damned if you don't and you're damned if you do

The worm will turn, shoe will drop

Cream will rise up, to the top

Sun will set in the West, you can bet

Life ain't got the best of me yet

Repo man is knocking at my door

Bank won't take my credit anymore

Finer things in life I can't afford

Had to stop shopping at the Dollar Store

I left my laundry in the rain

Blame it on that old weather man

Yes he's a liar that's a fact

He made up every word in the Farmer's Almanac

You know it's true

It's not your fault when it's everyone but you

The worm will turn, shoe will drop

Cream will rise up, to the top

Sun will set in the West, you can bet

Life ain't got the best of me yet

If I could start my life from scratch

Like an egg that never hatched

There's not too much I would change

I'm learning something from the pain everyday

You give me reason to be born

Ridicule, embarrassment and scorn

Please be my friend for ever more

I'd be a rose without a thorn

You know it's true

Life is lovely when there's nothing left to lose

The worm will turn, shoe will drop

Cream will rise up, to the top

Sun will set in the West, you can bet

Life ain't got the best of me yet

Life ain't got the best of me yet

Life ain't got the best of me yet, yet, yet

 

Block Stopper

She's got the goods from head to toe

She turning heads wherever she goes

Tires will screech, hearts will melt

It's just another notch upon her belt

Knew there'd be drama

When she came out of her mama

She's a block stopper

A real block stopper, now

Their knees are shaking when she hits the room

But she can't find a man that can make her swoon

She can read their minds before they speak

Cute lines, fake smiles, and another free drink

She gets out but not around

There's a block stopper in every town

She's a block stopper

A real block stopper, now

She stops the block

She goes walking, a hundred degrees

Short shorts, flip-flops, and a plain white tea

Neighborhood watch says call the police

There's a fender bender on every street

Lock the door, throw away the key

It's a news story every time she breathes

She's a block stopper

A real block stopper, block stopper, now

She stops the block

She stop the block, now

She stops the block

She can stop the block

 

She's the Teacher

She's the teacher, I'm the student

She's a novice, I'm the Buddhist

She knows more, age of four

There's nothing to it

'Cus, I'm shallow, like a cup of tea

And she's as deep as the Bearing Sea

With a word, she can turn, your day around

I read a book and talk a walk

Under clear blue skies

Maybe find the meaning of life

Right there in her eyes

She's got questions, so sincere

But the answer's never clear

They've been burning up my ears

Since she came around

I didn't know I was blind

'Til I was interrogated by my child

About all the hows and whys all the time

I can drive a car, and get a job, or a Ph.D.

She can give a smile and shed a tear

Make a fool out of me

She's an artist, in the sand

She's a master, with a crayon

And I still don't understand

Just what she sees

I can write a song and reminisce

About the way things were

Well I would give it all for a day

To be just like her

She's enlightened, she's free

She needs me to cross the street

It's my privilege and my treat

To be her Daddy

It's my privilege and my treat

To be her Daddy

 

You've Been On My Mind

You've been on my mind

You've been on my mind

You've been on my mind, all the time

Baby you've been on my mind

Used to spend all my minutes

Just talking to my baby

All day long, my mind in a fog

In ways I can't even say

I'd call her every time I missed her

At 2 am just wishing I could kiss her

She'd whisper my name

I'd jump on a plane

Just to see her for the day

You've been on my mind

You've been on my mind

You've been on my mind, all the time

Baby you've been on my mind

Now, slowly but surely

You know I wasn't as early

I'd stumble in, say work again

Baby, I been doin' it for us

Coffee, dining, bus seat riding

Every cliche I could make

I'd always tell her, even if I wasn't

The same thing as yesterday

You've been on my mind

You've been on my mind

You've been on my mind, all the time

Baby you've been on my mind

Now, after years of lying

Times when she should have been spying

I said let's settle down, I'll stick around

Give you everything you deserve

Yeah I bought her a stable

I put the ring on the table

I said sorry and more, a line of remorse

Even a tear hit the floor

She left the light on, middle of the night oh

Not a last one of her things

Sun coming up, without any luck

She's goner than gone with the wind

You've been on my mind

You've been on my mind

You've been on my mind, all the time

Baby you've been on my mind

On my mind

You've been on my mind, all the time

Baby you've been on my mind

 

Hide

I don't wanna see the sun

I don't wanna feel the rain

I just wanna be ashamed

I'm a soul without a goal

Man without a life

I just wanna hide

I want a house without a door

A town without a sign

I just want to hide

I want a life, that's all mine

I wanna hide

I'm gonna jump into the stream

Tap the satellite

I'll never got to go outside

Leave it all behind

Traces of life

Cutting off all these ties

I wanna hide

While I still got the time

In these troubled times

I want a life, that's all mine

I wanna hide

I didn't used to be

The man that you see

I used to give a damn 'bout this world

Then I joined the race

Hated the pace

And giving up control

I want a garden in the sun

Away from everyone

Yes, I just wanna run

I want a life, that's all mine

I wanna hide

I want a life, that's all mine

I wanna hide

 

Love and Trust

Love and trust

Don't you do me no favors anymore

Don't let me find you hanging 'round

My door, no more

You know that lesson's learned

How much time did we burn

On love and trust?

Don't wanna buy your Brooklyn Bridge

No more

Don't wanna be remembered

As your horrible mistake

We all will be replaced

How much time did we waste

Upon love

What do I do, Mama?

What should I say, baby?

It gets spit back in your face

Right back in your face

I'm talking 'bout hope and faith

Why do you start changing every day?

When did you turn into

Such a pain, explain

Now there's a grain of salt

I'll admit I'm out, of hope and faith

What do I do, Mama?

What should I say, baby?

It gets spit back in your face

I said, truth and lies

Don't you know that

You're always in disguise

You and I have had

The hardest time

Things that we don't say

They count any old way

In time

What do I do, Mama?

What should I say, baby?

It gets spit back in your face

Don't wanna talk about love

Don't wanna talk about it

Thirteen Stories Tall

Released - February 10, 2015

Kevin Bilchik - Acoustic Guitar and Vocals
R. Scott Bryan - Percussion and Vocal Harmonies
Eric Warren - Bass Guitar
Matt Rowland - Lead Guitar
Charles Cerpa - Saxophone

*Sandy Weltman - Harmonica on "She's the Teacher"
*William Edwards - Harmonica on "Going Down"
*Justin Branum - Fiddle on "The Worm Will Turn"
*John Higgins - Pedal Steel on "R.I.P. Me"

Engineered and Mixed at Red Pill Studios by Jacob Detering
Produced by Kevin Bilchik, Jacob Detering, and R. Scott Bryan


Songs Written by Kevin Bilchik
(*except "Saint James Infirmary Blues" anonymous)

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