Bill Small

Bill Small

 Austin, Texas, USA
BandAmericanaFolk

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Lyrics

This Old House

Written By: Bill Small, Dane Sterling

This old house don't feel like home
Now that I'm liven here alone
My heart's as empty as these old walls
I'm closing all the doors
Nobody's getting in anymore
Not while I'm still liven in this old house

Ain't it funny that I'm still living in this old house
When you took with you every reason I had to stay
I hope your seeds have sown
And you're happy in your brand new home
I'm still liven in this old house

The porch ain't got no swing
The garden doesn't grow anything
I got no electricity
I'm liven in the past
Surrounded by photographs
Of how it used to be in this old house

Ain't it funny that I'm still living in this old house
When you took with you every reason I had to stay
I"m afraid that I can't leave
Without loosen your memory
I'm still liven in this old house

The world is still turning
But I still don't have you
This barely living here is all that I can do

Ain't it funny that I'm still living in this old house
When you took from me every reason I had to stay
I hope your seeds have sown
And you're happy in your brand new home
I'm still liven in this old house

Hold Up The Train

Written By: Bill Small, Scott Boland

Stiff as a trestle beam under the rails
Covered in creosote pock marked with nails
There's strength in the wood it's sap rendered hard
Never seen sunshine it lies still in the dark

It could hold up a train boys
In the freezin cold and the driving rain
Dripping black sweat like spit in your eye
The longest Louisiana July
With no words on it's tongue that know how to complain
It could hold up a train boys
It could hold up a train

Back in it's day the wood was fresh farmed
It made it's way down from Oregon
Flat cars full double stack load it could stand
Ready to work till it's time was at hand

It could hold up a train boys
In the freezin cold and the driving rain
Now it's pulled from the jacks and no longer admired
The wood yard piles grow higher and higher
No good for a fence post or even a fire
But it could hold up a train boys
It could hold up a train

Over my shoulder the sunset conspires
To fill up my dreams with color and fire
There's a dance overhead 'tween a hawk and a dove
It takes a strong mother's hand and a sweet father's love

To hold up a train boy
In the freezin cold and the driving rain
So you walk down the road with the sun in your eyes
The longest Louisiana July
With no words on your tongue that know how to complain
You just hold up the train boy
You just hold up the train