A. G. Olmstead

A. G. Olmstead

BandCountryBluegrass

There's a sweet spot where bluegrass, country and old time music intertwine. Jimmie Rodgers lived there. So did Hank. The tunes of A. G. Olmstead are born of that generation, simple and memorable, played for the sheer fun of having a story to tell. And Adam Olmstead's mighty good at telling a story.

Biography

Adam Olmstead hails from New Brunswick, Canada. He's is a joy to watch as well as listen to. Sometimes you don't get both qualities in an entertainer, but Adam engages a listener. You can hear Hank and Jimmie and Bill in Adam's delivery. He has much to offer as a singer, as a musician, and as a storyteller. To get more information on Adam's background, please visit his website at: www.agolmstead.com.

Lyrics

Hello There, Engineer

Written By: A. G. Olmstead

Well, I rode in on the early train
Got set out in the pouring rain
Mister, not a penny can I show
Just point me out an empty box
A car to dry my hat and socks
If only you’d undo the lock
Oh, could you be so kind

Why, hello there, Engineer
Can’t you see I’m a standing here
Waiting on that Northbound line
There’s someone I just gotta see
Don’t you know she’s a waiting on me
Can’t you see I’m a standing here
Hello there, Engineer

I see that sun a-sinking down
Ain’t long now ‘fore the moon coming 'round
If only I could hop me on a train
A wink or two I’d get tonight
See Memphis ‘fore the crack of light
Mister, won’t you do me right
Oh, could you be so kind

Rosa Marie

Written By: A. G. Olmstead

There’s no one who’s sweeter in this old world to me
Tell you her name, she’s my Rosa Marie
Met her in the spring by the end of the fall
Wedded in a church with a party at the hall

Sweet in the morning, sweeter by night
Kisses keep a-coming from my darling bride
Now that we’re married, little Mrs. and me
Kisses I get from my Rosa Marie

Up with the rising and the dawning of the day
Rolling in her arms and it’s blowing me away
The love that she’s giving me's pure home grown
Long as we live we’ll never ever be alone

Now you know the reason I’m happy all the time
Got me a little woman who treats me mighty fine
We live out in the country, aging old and gray
If nothing ever changes I hope it always stays

Goodnight, My Darlin'

Written By: A. G. Olmstead

Stoke up the fire, go blow out the light
Back home here in the cabin tonight
With the gal that I love and the feeling so right
Goodnight my darlin’, my dear

The sun set in glory and the cooking was fine
Rocking on the porch with your hand in mine
See that moon rising right up through the pines
Goodnight my darlin’, my dear

Goodnight my darlin’, goodnight my dear
It’s late in the evening come draw to me near
Calm all my worries and troubles and fears
Goodnight my darlin’, my dear

Traveling them roads, bleeding blood from a stone
You’re up the country sleeping all alone
With absence the fonder oh how the heart’s grown
Goodnight my darlin’, my dear

No more goodbyes no more farewell be true
No more sad partings and leaving you blue
I know that you’re loving me; loving you too
Goodnight my darlin’, my dear

Whiskey and Beer

Written By: A. G. Olmstead

Growing late in the evening
Ain’t no light from the moon
In a little log cabin,
In a dim lit room
Ain’t the silence so golden
And don’t it calm the fears
Just a little more whiskey,
Just a little more beer

Just a little more whiskey,
Just a little more beer
Well, I’m all alone with you my dear

Oh, the hand keeps a-ticking
It’s been keeping time
Stove fire’s burning,
blues on my mind
Pour it out the bottle,
fill it up with cheer
Just a little more whiskey
Just a little more beer

Oh, the clock strikes midnight
And don’t you hang your head
As you blow out the candle
Go ready for the bed
Pour you one last swallow
Now ain’t you oh so near
Just a little more whiskey
Just a little more beer

Northern Ground

Written By: A. G. Olmstead


I ain’t seen the sunshine all day
California, don’t do me this way
Sweet mama, you know that I’m bound
For getting back on Northern ground

No rest for this weary old hand
I’m tight and I’m back on the can
Sweet mama, you know that I’m down
For getting back on Northern ground

So worn out and I’m feeling so blue
Ain’t but one last thing to do
I’m leaving this lonesome old town
For getting back on Northern ground

Tonight there ain’t no stars in the sky
Folks, it ain’t no word of a lie
Sweet mama, you know that I’m down
For getting back on Northern ground

So worn out and I’m feeling so blue
Ain’t but one last thing to do
I’m leaving this lonesome old town
For getting back on Northern ground
For getting back on Northern ground

Discography

Adam Olmstead released his first album A.G. Olmstead mid-2006. Produced by Alan O'Bryant (Nashville Bluegrass Band), this world-class CD features the artistry of O'Bryant, Stuart Duncan, Mike Compton, Rob Ikes, Chris Henry and Andy Todd. It's good listening from every angle.

Set List

Adam plays a variety of tunes hand-selected for the venue. He works his own writing in against a complimentary backdrop of traditional and crowd-pleasing music. His memory is abound with both popular and obscure songs that capture a person's attention. There's something about Adam's music that's just fun to listen to.