Bob Macdonald Band

Bob Macdonald Band

BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Highly experienced and professional five-piece Alt-country band from South Florida. Award-winning songwriting by Bob Macdonald. Currently in the studio for second indie CD release.

Biography

coming soon

Lyrics

Austin In My Sleep

Written By: Bob Macdonald

AUSTIN IN MY SLEEP
(Bob Macdonald)
©2008 Bob Macdonald

Sometimes a dream will take you somewhere that you've never been
And other times to places you don't wanna be
I lie awake and wonder what the night might bring
Sometimes I go to Austin in my sleep

Sometimes a dream will find me on a crowded avenue
And other times it's just the clouds, the birds and me
If I'm not sailing on the wind across the ocean blue
I'm flying over Austin in my sleep

We used to joke about our love
Sayin' "Austin wasn't big enough"
She swore that you could see that love from space
Now I miss those crimson Texas nights
And all the days we counted twice
On our list of favorite time and perfect place

Before I drift away at night I lie and plot my course
Through the desert clear to Guadalupe Street
If I'm not dreaming 'bout her kiss on a wind-swept shore
I'm traveling to Austin in my sleep
Sometimes I go to austin in my sleep

Jukebox Therapy

Written By: Bob Macdonald

JUKEBOX THERAPY
(Bob Macdonald)
© 2007 Bob Macdonald

Have you ever seen a man with a broken heart
Try to drown his troubles in a dusty bar
Punchin' up numbers on a neon record machine
Now that mighta' been me 'cause I was out last night
Belly to the bar at the Paradise
With a roll of quarters and a foolproof remedy
A little jukebox therapy and everything will be alright
A little jukebox therapy will get me through another night

Now when you left me baby I could barely breathe
I had a full-blown case of that misery
Your cold, cold heart breakin' down my imunity
But then the doctor said "son, you're gonna be just fine
Take two Merle Haggards and a Patsy Cline
All you need's a little jukebox therapy"
A little jukebox therapy will get you through another night

George Jones
He always does the trick for me
Hank Williams
One, two and three

Hank Senior
Sang about your cheatin' heart
In low places
I met a man named Garth

And he picked me up and got me on my feet
Completely cured about a quarter to three
Nothin' left now but your beer-stained memory
So don't you worry 'bout me 'cause I'm havin' fun
I made six new friends and they're all named Bud
I'm gonna meet 'em tonight for more jukebox therapy
Yeah, a little jukebox therapy and everything will be alright
A little jukebox therapy will get me through another night

Whiskey Road

Written By: Bob Macdonald

WHISKEY ROAD
Bob Macdonald
c. 2008 Bob Macdonald

I heard you were wonderin' where I been
What I been doin' and the shape I'm in
There's been a lot of nasty rumours goin' round
This one-trick town

I heard I went crazy outa my head
I could be livin' it up or I might be dead
But if you wanna know just where I can be found
Write these directions down

Take Whiskey Road to Roll Smoke Avenue
Crawl down Barstool Lane to where
Heartache meets the blues
And stop when you get to the mess I made
Dive in the middle of Tear Drop Lake
You'll find me sinkin' down in
Rock Bottom Bay

Now I'm floatin downstream in the River of Tears
Countin' all the holes in my missin' years
I guess I coulda been someone that you might love
If I'da just shown up

Now I'm soaked to the skin and chillin' to the bone
Prayin' that the Lord'll come and take me home
But baby if your heart's still set on a rendevous
Take a walk in my shoes

Take Whiskey Road to Roll Smoke Avenue
Crawl down Barstool Lane to where
Heartache meets the blues
And stop when you get to the mess I made
Dive in the middle of Tear Drop Lake
You'll find me sinkin' down in
Rock Bottom Bay

You Can Go Home Again

Written By: Bob Macdonald

YOU CAN GO HOME AGAIN
(Bob Macdonald)
©2007 Bob Macdonald

There's a rusty truck in the backyard
That '48 Ford was a work of art
It's missin' all four wheels
There's not a piece of glass
There's a tree growin' through a hole in the dash
Old black lab in the front seat
His tongue's hangin' down from the Georgia heat
He was a puppy when I left for the city lights
Now it looks like he's waitin' for one last ride

So meet me down at the old house
Tell the boys that I'm back in town
I'll be waitin' outside by the garden gate
We'll throw that ball around
If I learned one thing from my drifter days
You've gotta turn around when the highway ends
And pay no mind to what some people say
You can go home
You can always go home again

I'd roam these hills like an Indian guide
Momma'd have to beg me to come inside
I was a crack-shot soldier with my BB gun
A singin' cowboy on a cattle run
Don't remember when I caught that wanderlust
But about the same time I caught a Greyhound bus
I went north and south, east and west
And some directions they ain't invented yet

So meet me down at the old house
Tell Bonnie Lee that I'm back in town
If she can get away we'll drive down to the lake
And chase some memories down
If I learned one thing from my drifter days
You've gotta turn around when the highway ends
And pay no mind to what some people say
You can go home
You can always go home again

I see they built a brand new school on the same 'ol spot
We used to ride horses where that new mall sits
And I thought I saw Bonnie out in the parkin' lot, but ya know
She was too busy with all those kids
And If I learned one thing from my drifter days
You've gotta turn around when the highway ends
And pay no mind to what some people say
You can go home
You can always go home again

Well I left this town with nothin' but I got most of it left
And I'm feelin' about as down-home as down-home gets

Halfway Home

Written By: Bob Macdonald

HALFWAY HOME
(Bob Macdonald)
©2008 Bob Macdonald

Darlin' dry your tears
It's been a long two years
Man how our baby's grown
I left a part of me
Back in the Middle East
With some heroes I know

Like Private Mindy May Murphy
Lieutenant Jimmy Bigelow
The guys that armored up my Humvee
And Sargent Sloan
They're fightin' in Iraq
Until they all get back
I'm only halfway home

They took my leg you see
From right below the knee
That's just the way it goes
Now I got nothin' left to bleed
But if you're askin' me
I'm luckier than most

Saw my buddies Sonny Boy and Curtis
Leavin' on a night patrol
Now the official word is
Whereabouts unknown
They're somewhere in Iraq
Until they both get back
I'm only halfway home

Lost on old, familiar roads
I close my eyes and try
To shake the desert from my clothes

So baby dry your eyes
I'm gonna need some time
How long nobody knows
They're fightin' in Iraq
Until they all come back
I'm only halfway home
I'm only halfway home

Passin' Lane

Written By: Bob Macdonald

PASSIN' LANE
(BobMacdonald)
©2008 Bob macdonald

Kickin' up dust on a blacktop desert
Bakin' in the sun cursin' Texas weather
Half-a-day ride to the nearest city
In a dirt-caked Ford and she ain't lookin' pretty
Twenty-six days I've been on the road
I've seen Florida hot and Canada cold
Nowhere to go and nobody to see
Just a rear-view mirror lookin' back at me

Blond-haired beauty on the side of the road
She's got her thumb in the air and a busted hose
Hate to leave her standin' in the pourin' rain
But I'm lookin' at love from the passin lane
Lookin' at love from the passin' lane

I thought I found love thought I'd settle down
Marry my baby put some roots in the ground
Bought a little house and a mini-van
Just a little piece 'a heaven in the promised land
I went downtown to see my favorite band
Caught her rockin' in the arms of another man
I just kept drivin' and I never looked back
A beaten-down boy off the beaten track

Long black hair in a pickup truck
Dashboard crackin' from the heat of the sun
She's lookin at me like she knows my name
But I'm lookin' at love from the passin' lane
Lookin' at love from the passin' lane

Bye, bye baby, bye bye
Bye, bye baby, bye bye

I used to laugh at lovers who were tied to each other
Thinkin' that they never tasted freedom's kiss
Now I'm achin' inside for the touch of another
And the things I never had are all the things that I miss
Ain't it just like me to be the last to know
That at the end of every road there's just another road

Redhead lookin' good, creepin' up behind
She's a top-down, uptown, dangerous kind
Those long red curls look a lot like chains
So I'm lookin' at love from the passin lane
Lookin' at love from the passin' lane

Bye, bye baby, bye bye
Bye, bye baby, bye bye

Discography

first indie release 2000 called "Minutes From Miami"

Set List

extensive set list coming