Dan Weber

Dan Weber

 
Vancouver, Washington, USA
SoloAmericanaFolk

I'm a Storyteller and an Entertainer. Audiences sing along and they often tell me how much they loved the show and that a song I played felt like it was written about them. That’s the highest compliment I get—making that Authentic Connection with the audience. That’s what makes my shows Special! I tell funny, ironic and Timeless stories that’ll make you laugh. It's that ‘Real’ connection with the audience that sets me apart--You’ll remember that night---and the stories, for a long time...

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Biography

Award Winning songwriter Dan Weber has been described as The classic mid-life overnight sensation. A gifted storyteller and inspired performer, in 2013 Weber won 3rd place in the prestigious Woody Guthrie Songwriting Competition and the Silver Award in the Mid-Atlantic Song Contest. Previously he was a 2012 finalist in the legendary Kerrville New Folk competition as well as the 2010 Dave Carter Memorial Songwriting Contest along with several other national and regional honors.

An ex-Park Ranger, Weber follows the long tradition of songwriting legends, entertaining audiences with energetic performances and telling hilarious, true stories from the many roads hes traveled. Songs from his debut CD Ash and Bone received accolades from American Songwriter Magazine, the Great American Songwriting Contest, and the UKs Maverick Magazine said: 4 Stars: Has you hanging on to every word. That's the touch of a true master craftsman songwriter, quite indispensable.

The Victory Review magazine writes "Weber's writing is as strong as any in the Contemporary Folk community. Goodbye to Dad is one of the best original tunes that I have heard in a long time." There's also been recognition from DJs Hank and Jesus is easily the best folk song I heard last year. It has a timeless and authentic Me and Bobby McGee feel to it and legendary folk troubadour Ramblin Jack Elliott said I love Dan's songs and he tells really good stories

In 2014 Weber begins a new chapter: A full-length follow up CD with favorites like Oh Woody, What I'm Lookin, and Crazy ALL Day---a country-tinged anthem that is poised to be a breakout hit. The songs are heartbreaking, funny, rich in imagery, and full of life's hopes and ironies.

With them Dan Weber brings an authentic voice to Timeless Stories...

Lyrics

What I’m Lookin’ For

Written By: Dan Weber

What I’m Lookin’ For / Daniel Weber © 2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP)

Where the road home hits the county line, the sign says ‘Pavement Ends’
That’s where the country begins
And where work is just a job I do; the world stops keepin’ score
And that’s What I’m Lookin’ For

In a 1920’s town, that the freeway left behind
Where your neighbor’s know your business, but they don’t pay it any mind
Where there’s no key for the mailbox, and no need to lock your doors
That’s What I’m Lookin’ For

Chorus:
That’s What I’m Lookin’ For, a little view right there, off of our front porch
A welcome mat for old friends, to be strangers no more
That’s What I’m Lookin’ For

Where the high school kids still spray paint the town’s old water tower
While ‘decent folks’ are sleeping at that hour
But were on a first-name basis, down at the hardware store
That’s What I’m Lookin’ For

On the Fourth of July, they’d still have a big parade
Where the rodeo queen, rides by and waves
But now the old vets march in Cadillac’s, in their pressed uniforms
That’s What I’m Lookin’ For

Bridge:
See I’m lookin’ for the country that this country left behind
Where they still say ‘Sir’ and ‘Maam’, yeah, just to be polite
Where a handshake is a promise and your word means even more
That’s What I’m Lookin’ For, that’s What I’m Lookin’ For...


So it does my heart some good, when I cross that gravel line
Feels like, I just left the world behind
And then I have you to myself, there ain’t a man who’d wish for more
That’s What I’m Lookin’ For

Chorus:
That’s What I’m Lookin’ For, a little view right there, off of our front porch
And we could watch the stars shine, like they’ve never done before
That’s What I’m Lookin’ For

That’s What I’m Lookin’ For, a little view right there, off of our front porch
With an old friend to tell stories, we’ve told a million times before
That’s What I’m Lookin’ For

Goodbye to Dad

Written By: Dan Weber

Goodbye to Dad / Daniel Weber © 2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP)

I got a box in the mail today; COD, signed my name
And inside, there was a plastic bag
That was 3,000 miles from home, little bits of ash and bone
I broke the seal, and said ‘Hello Dad’

Out to the yard to get some air, Dad sat in my favorite chair
And I made us, a couple of drinks
But Dad he can’t drink no more, so what the hell is heaven for?
I wonder what my old man might think

Chorus:
But we got along just fine; I drank his glass, right after mine
Then I threw, a handful in the wind, and said Goodbye to Dad

I took Dad for a good long drive, to try and let the years unwind
I revved it up, to a hundred and ten
It was one of those perfect days; after a week of rain
You know it happens now and then

A State Trooper slowed us down; when I saw his lights flash on
I got pulled over once again
He asked where ‘The fire was?’ I told him, “Well, it’s just because...”
Then I introduced him to Dad

Chorus:
And they got along just fine, he gave us a warning, said to ‘Watch the signs’
Then I threw, a handful in the wind, and said Goodbye to Dad

Bridge:
This ain’t how it’s supposed to go, Mom should be here, God knows she’d know
And I still don’t, understand, why I never said ‘Goodbye’, to my old man

I threw Dad in the ocean too, and a secret lake we knew
And he even jumped on a moving train
I mailed him to Alaska too, something he always wanted to do
And I waved goodbye to that plane

Chorus:
And we got along just fine, took him down to the lake, one last time
And I threw, a handful in the wind, and said Goodbye to Dad

I got a box in the mail today...

Lost and Found

Written By: Dan Weber

Lost and Found / Dan Weber ©2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP)

I want to get Lost, flat tire broke and busted, heaven’s hinges rusted
In a town, that don’t know my name
But these bridges I’m burning are like a fever returning
And no river can drown that flame
I want to get lost...

I want to go out, in a blaze of Old Glory, like the tragic miner’s story
Still singing “I Saw the Light”
But their breath in the tunnel, is like a twister’s funnel
Jerusalem comes screaming down the tracks

Chorus:
And I can’t put it down, and I can’t crawl out
‘Cause I can’t run away from my past
I want to get Lost...

I want to go home, when she’s 6 feet under water, hurricane’s daughter
Wash our sins right off the land
But the hand of God is shaking, Mother Nature is aching
‘Cause the whole world is spinning too damn fast
I want to go home...

Bridge:
All the things I meant to say, have brought me to my knees
And I’ve never been one to pray, but please, God please
Please keep her safe there at your side, and tell her I’m alright

I want to be Found, in stained glass & floodlights, Mason-Dixon moonlight
Another notch on the Bible belt
But this whiskey glass that I’m drinkin’, was a desert once I’m thinkin’
Fire and water making love at last

Chorus:
And I can’t put it down, and I can’t crawl out
‘Cause I can’t run away from my past
I want to get Lost. I want to be Found...

Hank and Jesus

Written By: Dan Weber

Hank and Jesus / Daniel Weber © 2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP)

South of Louisville, Kentucky, on I-65
I pulled into a rest stop, before I pushed on through the night
I met a Deadhead with a backpack, and man, I knew that guy
He asked if you’re headin’ south, I could really use the ride
But I’m only on the interstate, just as far as Bowling Green
Then I’m cuttin’ west towards Memphis, where the blues don’t treat you mean

Chorus:
And we drove the blue highways, across Tennessee and back
But I don’t recall, not even once, stoppin’ for gas
He said I know you won’t believe me, but that’s alright
I just wanted someone, to talk with tonight

So I drove and he told stories, but they started sounding weird
Like he’d been to Woodstock, and never came back from there
He said friends of his were Angels, and most of them were Saints
Except this one guy named Judas, who he swore had been framed
Well he believed what he was saying, but me, I had my doubts
So I pulled off at a bar, hoping he might clear out

Chorus

In the parking lot he came clean, said he was Jesus Christ
And I said Yeah, then I’m Hank Williams man, and maybe you should drive
He said Hank was back with Audrey now, and they were doing fine
But you know that not a one of us, get’s out of this world alive

So it’s a 100 miles to Memphis, in the middle of the night
With those high-beams searching, for just a little light
He said life is like this two-lane road, it’s a crooked deal
I said she pulls a little to the left, Jesus keep both hands on the wheel

Chorus

Coda:
He said I know you don’t believe in me, but that’s alright
I just wanted someone, to talk with tonight

Oh Woody

Written By: Dan Weber

Oh Woody / © Dan Weber Higway142Music (ASCAP)

They left Oklahoma, in the Grapes of Wrath
In the Dust Bowl days, and never looked back
Ah, they never looked back, but they’re moving again
California’s no longer the Promised Land

Chorus:
Oh Woody, Oh Woody, where are you now?
And what would you say?
Oh Woody, Oh Woody, where are you now?
We could sure use you today

We’re willing to work, there’s no work to be done
Illegal or union, it don’t matter none
‘Cause the Wall Street bankers and their corporate greed
They’ve shipped all the jobs overseas

Chorus


Now there’s drought in the plains, and fires in the west
It was the hottest summer on record I guess
They’ve got smoke in their lungs and ash on their face
Lookin’ more and more like the Dust Bowl days

Chorus

Bridge:
I still hear Woody, his guitar in hand
Singing songs for the men on the Grand Coulee Dam
Singing ‘This Land is your Land, this land is mine’
Oh Woody, we sure miss you tonight

Now I’m livin’ up there, in the Great Northwest
So long as it rains, may we be blessed
And long live the salmon, long after we’re gone
Then its ‘Roll on Columbia, Columbia Roll On’

Chorus

Do You Ride Horses

Written By: Dan Weber

Do You Ride Horses? / ©Dan Weber ©2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP)

She had room full of pictures, a museum of sorts
5 children, 9 grandkids, traced back to the source
In that photo from the 40’s, black and white of course
Her husband Jim, he’s sitting on his horse

She said you would’ve like Jim, he was a cowboy like you
He wore a straw Stetson hat, till it fell clean through
And every fall at the round-up, he’d get one brand new
You would’ve liked Jim, he loved to ride horses

Chorus:
Do you ride horses? What was your breed?
A good saddle, is all that you need
To be closer to God, then you might ever be
You would’ve liked Jim, he loved to ride horses

When he came back from the war, Jim came back changed
It was something that he saw, but said he just couldn’t say
So he’d take 2 weeks off in August, to try and ride away
And he went further, and further every time

In retirement Jim kept riding, but his hip was keeping score
He said it’s like a rusty hinge, with a heavy wooden door
But he just had to ride that country, one time more
You would’ve liked Jim, he loved to ride horses

Chorus

Bridge:
Now there’s 50 years gone, in those frames staring back
She said there’s no use, living in the past

They found his saddle with his body, but that horse was born to run
Out where Idaho, Nevada, and Oregon are one
Where bands of wild horses, disappear into the sun
With the ones who love to ride horses

Chorus

Tag:
So here’s to Jim, and the one’s who ride horses

Leaving Texas

Written By: Dan Weber

Leaving Texas / ©Dan Weber ©2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP)

You say you’re leaving Texas, as if I couldn’t tell
Your bags are packed, no lookin’ back, best just to wish you well
So I’ll kiss you and tell you, that you’ll always be the one
And no matter how far you roam, this is where you’re from

Chorus:
So you can go to California, and I hope your dreams come true
And you can leave Texas behind, but Texas will never leave you

It’s big and bold, always hot or cold, down in that Lone Star State
And I’ll admit, some people insist, that Texas ain’t that great
But folks treat you like family, even when they’ve got nothin’ to give
And that’s where the spirit of Texas, the spirit of Texas lives

Chorus

Bridge:
Well I know you have to go, but please understand
If you think about comin’ back, you just get here as fast, as fast as you can

Chorus:
‘Cause you can go to California, and I hope your dreams come true
And you can leave Texas behind, but Texas will never leave you
And you can leave Texas behind, but Texas will never leave you
Yes, you can leave Texas behind, but Texas will never leave you

Crazy ALL Day

Written By: Dan Weber

Crazy All Day / Daniel Weber © 2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP)

I paid last month, right on the date, but now they say that I was late
Well I know they’re wrong, cause I can plainly see, when they took my money
I called customer service on the phone; I said “There’s been some mistake”
I said “I know this sounds crazy”, he said “No it don’t
I deal with Crazy All Day”

Chorus:
Crazy All Day long, crazy, it’s the same old song
I don’t know why its gotta be this way but…
I deal with Crazy All Day

I was driving too fast, like I sometimes do, when I got pulled over that night
The cop said “Do you know how fast you were going son?” I said “Yeah, I think about 85”
“And its no excuse officer, but those cars were in my way”
I said “I know that sounds crazy”, he said “No it don’t
I deal with Crazy All Day”

Chorus

Bridge:
Well the world keeps spinning faster and faster, and I’m goin’ out of my mind
I’m too plugged in and I’m too wound up, and I want off of this ride

Well I never saw it coming, no I never felt nothing, everything was going just fine
I walking down the street, minding my business, when I saw this flash of light
Next thing I know I’m standing there, at the pearly gates
St. Peter this is crazy, he said “No my son
I deal with Crazy All Day”

Chorus

Tag:
I don’t know why its gotta be this way but…I deal with Crazy--Crazy All Day
Yeah I don’t know why its gotta be this way but…I deal with Crazy All Day

Take the Central Georgia Home

Written By: Dan Weber

Take the Central Georgia Home / Daniel Weber © 2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP)

There’s a silence in the Dixie wind; that blows from deep within
The boys are all scattered, up and down this rocky road
We’ve been marching South since Saylor’s Creek, with no shoes on our feet
And the ones who can’t walk, they’ll Take the Central Georgia home

I’m a Private in this regiment, Tige Anderson’s Georgia 5th
What’s left or what’s become of it, only God would know
I enlisted when the fever swept, the powder keg that Sumter lit
But all we ever wanted, was to be left alone

Chorus:
And we joined for adventure; we left with our Brothers,
We searched for our Fathers---who never came back home
We fought for God, and then for country, but we never fought for money
And for Bobby Lee who said “Take the Central Georgia Home”

Cold Harbor, Antietam, O’ Death how’d we cheat him?
When so many brothers, on both sides are gone
So when the ‘King of Spades’ said “Boys dig in”, we did it time and time again
Then wrote to next of kin “Take the Central Georgia Home”

Bridge:
Some say the war is over, some think it’s only just begun
And there’s rumor about, that General Lee sold us out
Could the Old Man, be wrong?

The Central Georgia runs through Sherman’s path, the crows are left to do the math
They’ll separate the wheat from chafe, where a boy once called home
But that day is just a memory, like smoke and God turned out to be
The day that Bobby Lee said “Take the Central Georgia Home”

Chorus

That Time of Night

Written By: Dan Weber

That Time of Night / Daniel Weber © 2012 Highway142Music (ASCAP)

When the clock’s been punched, and your shift is through
And that same old wave, washes over you
The loading docks let out a sigh
When that train rolls through, like it always does
And she blows her whistle, maybe just because
It’s getting’ to be, That Time of Night

So you stop at the bar, let your blood shifts gears
While the rain starts fallin’ on deaf ears
Then you think too late, to call your wife
But she won’t be up, no, she don’t wait now
It’s too many years and anyhow
It’s getting’ to be, That Time of Night

Chorus:
That Time of Night, when the dark begins
That Time of Night, when the clock don’t have no friends
When that drink you had, was the last, till you ordered one in spite
Cause it’s getting’ to be, That Time of Night

When some wine-drunk girl asks you to dance
She’s half your age, twice the chance
And as luck would have it, the song ends, just in time
Then she bums a smoke and talks too fast
While the cold front settles down in your chest
Cause it’s getting’ to be, That Time of Night

Chorus

Bridge:
Come tomorrow, I’ll be back again, when that old familiar ache, gets beneath my skin

So when the last stop home is 20 bucks in gas
And a ‘Scratch and Win’ right there in your grasp
But it ain’t meant to be, at least not tonight
Cause the price of a dollar is exactly the same
As three nickels, three quarters and a dime in change
Cause it’s getting’ to be, That Time of Night

Chorus

Coda:
When that drink you swore, was the last, then you ordered one in spite
‘Cause it’s getting’ to be, Yeah, it’s getting’ to be, Aw, it’s getting’ to be, That Time of Night...

Spinning My Wheels

Written By: Dan Weber

Spinning My Wheels / Dan Weber © Highway142Music (ASCAP)

The bones of the day broke away, in the rearview, what’s left to say?
I should be done, driving tonight
‘Cause I’m done with the darkness, and the seatbelt as a harness
And I’m tired of being, too tired to fight

And I’m sick of my excuses, bad habits and abuses
Those potions don’t work, anymore
And anymore I’m a stranger, to myself, and I’m in danger
Of not knowin’, what I’m drivin’ for

Chorus:
I’ve taken my chances, I’ve made my mistakes
I broke both legs for luck, just in case…
Now somewhere in the distance, there’s a town where I belong
I’ve been Spinning My Wheels, too long

When I started I was younger, there was fire and hunger
And plenty of time to kill
Now lookin’ back I can’t believe, in a blink I was deceived
20 years went quicker than a $20 dollar bill

And that shadow I was racing, she wasn’t worth chasin’
Those lights play tricks on you
That dashboard St. Christopher fell off on the curves
I guess there’s only so much, saints can do

Chorus:
I’ve taken my chances, I’ve made my mistakes
I broke both legs for luck, just in case…
Now somewhere in the distance, there’s a town where I belong
I’ve been Spinning My Wheels, too long

Bridge: Now home ain’t so, far away

Chorus:
‘Cause I’ve taken my chances, I’ve made my mistakes
I broke both legs for luck, just in case…
Now somewhere in the distance, there’s a town where I belong
I’ve been Spinning My Wheels…
Yeah, somewhere in the distance, there’s a town where I belong
I’ve been Spinning My Wheels, too long…

The bones of the day broke away, in the rearview, what’s left to say?
I should be done, driving tonight

Discography

Ash and Bone - 2012

What I'm Lookin' For - (early 2015)