Bob Runyon

Bob Runyon

BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Biography

Bob Runyon
Ain’t We Got Fun

The nicest thing about the music business today is that it doesn’t matter how you started out. It’s where your coming from now. Bob started out as a kid. Like most of us do. Liking music so much that he forgot to listen when knowledgeable people started telling him what kind of music to like. Giving that sort of person a guitar screws up the rules we all live by in the music business, we who love to identify sound, classify it real quick like a birdwatcher making a life-list, and cram it into the proper file drawer. Bluegrass. Blues. Funk. Shape note.
If Bob Runyon had a file drawer, he’d keep files in it (the kind you saw through bars with.) He doesn’t even keep files of the songs he has written. Which would make a considerable pile. This guy is so weird he thinks a musician has to create all the time and can never get comfortable with just laying back and doing the stuff other people have chiseled out.
There is a small, but select group of people in the entertainment business who insist on having fun at what they do. Of these John Hartford, The Dillards, Bryan Bowers, Taj Mahal, The Dry Branch Fire Squad, and Jim Stafford, pop to mind, and there are countless others, who, if music wasn’t fun, would cheerfully do something else instead. I don’t know if Bob learned his particular view from these people or whether it never occurred to him to get grimly determined about his talent. But they were there for the observing anyway. And Bob doesn’t miss much.
One of the things that makes Bob such a good solo performer is that he has opened for more people than the bathroom door at the bus station. And an opening act learns and develops fast the talent of entertaining people who didn’t pay specifically to see them.
All those nights of opening for such people as McEuen and Vassar Clements, The New Grass Revival, and Gatemouth Brown, taught Bob the responsibility of being the first person an audience sees. He has never forgotten those days and carries a sense of fun- about-to-happen up there with him on stage along with his instrument and projects it like a dynamo.
The key word to remember here is fun. Bob understands, like most humorous people, the difference between fun and funny. From the moment he comes on stage eyes blazing with enthusiasm, he reminds you of the way Gallagher operates with an audience- you are liable to get a little watermelon juice on your girlfriend, but boy, are you going to have fun! And of course since Bob doesn’t know any musical limits exist, you are going to have all kinds of stuff flung at you, to see what pleases you and turns your crank.
And that’s the other thing about an evening with Bob Runyon. Not only do you get to watch a man who looks like a genial, slightly deranged Rasputin hypnotize you, but you are also liable to hear country songs, pop stuff, R&B, folk music, rock and roll, blues, and a mind boggling variety of hot off the press things invented for the occasion.
You may wonder where this guy’s coming from but you’ll never doubt he’s going someplace he likes, and taking you for the moment, with him. And you’re sure not going to get bored.

It won’t surprise you to find out that this time traveler is an art school graduate and loves to involve himself in that old goody, radio. For six years he sat in with friends on the weekly radio show he hosted. He still fills in occasionally on KOPN with his Front Porch Show. He paints and writes funny stuff. Such is his love for what he does, that he has even had gigs playing for dinner crowds, bar people, house concerts, even weddings. Wherever it’s fun and people are there to be charmed.
All of us Runyon fans have one thing in common. We wait to see what sort of inventions of sound and vocal gymnastics and word games and imagery and fun we’re in for the next time we go to hear him.
You could do a whole lot worse than to be in the next seat over, and, as with Gallagher, maybe get a little on you, to remember him by.
There you have it friends, Bob Runyon in a nutshell. Which is (those of us who are fond of him would say) is where he belongs.

Notes By Mitch Jayne
Of the Dillards

To Contact

Bob Runyon
1700 Cedar Tree Lane
Hartsburg, Mo. 65039

(573)-657-9658

RobRunyon56@aol.com

Lyrics

Shootin' From Solid

Written By: Gerald Lucass and Robert Runyon

Shootin’ From Solid
Words and music music
G. Lucass R. Runyon

(Spoken Introduction) A dwindling number of underground, or deep mines, in the Appalachian Mountains are small shoestring operations that still use dynamite to bring down the coal. The man in charge of these explosives is call the “shot man.” What he does is called “shootin’ from solid.”

I never was the prayin’ kind
And wasn’t much on church
Paid no mind to my own soul
Or what my life was worth

I drank a lot of mellow corn
And played Merle Haggard loud
Spent all my time and money
Runnin’ with a dev’lish crowd

I worked the seams on Shelby Creek
Since I was just a kid
Shootin’ coal from solid
Just the way my daddy did

(First Chorus)
Shootin’ from solid
Bustin’ out that coal
Down underneath the mountain
There’s fire in the hole
You gotta mind your angles
And keep that heading straight
Wire it right and tamp it tight
And watch that mountain shake

Working on the hoot owl shift
In June of ninety-three
Someone hollered out my name
And shook his light on me

I crawled out to the crosscut
Toward that miner’s light
The roof came down behind me and
My life was saved that night

When my nerves had settled down
The coal and rock dust cleared
A light shown all around me
And a snow white dove appeared
The spirit shot right through me
My soul was overcome
I had found the Father
By the Light of Christ the Son

(Second Chorus)
He’s shootin’ from solid
Thru a dark and hardened heart
A righteous blast of glory
That broke that stone apart
Like a mighty thunder
My sins were rolled away
It was down in that dark dungeon
I first saw the light of day

My life was turned around the night
That mountain top fell down
When I received salvation
Two miles underground

No longer lost in darkness
The light has set me free
Jesus is my Savior
And a miner just like me

(Repeat Second Chorus)
(Repeat Last Verse)

Elvis Johnson

Written By: Gerald Lucass and Robert Runyon

Elvis Johnson
words and music G. Lucass music R. Runyon

Way back in Kentucky
Underneath a big blue moon
In a mobile home called Graceland
There in the jungle room

Behind a pair of mirror shades
In a sequin leisure suit
With a belt of snow-white leatherette
To match his zip-up boots

He grabs the keys to “Teddy Bear”
His custom Peterbilt
With a golden hound dog on the hood
And rhinestones ‘round the wheels

(Chorus)
Elvis Johnson
Got a big ol’ diamond ring
Elvis Johnson
He cannot dance or sing
He can play the guitar a little bit
And do that thing with his upper lip
Elvis Johnson
He looks just like the king

He pulled over in Missouri
For some pie and diesel fuel
The waitress punched the jukebox
G-7, Don’t Be Cruel

Later, back at her place
Just outside Poplar Bluff
She gave him a ‘nanner sandwich
And a hunk of burnin’ love

They drove to Memphis to be wed
But she wouldn’t change her name
He kept callin’ her Priscilla
But his efforts were in vain

(Repeat Chorus)

They honeymooned in Vegas
To celebrate their vows
But with all the other Elvi there
He lost her in the crowd

Now his mind is all shook up
And the sky is cold and gray
It’s lonely back in Pikeville
In that cold Kentucky rain

Don’t say nothin’ ‘bout the waitress
You might get karate chopped
And don’t bad-mouth his namesake
The eternal king of rock

(Repeat Chorus)

'Itty Bitty Baby

Written By: Robert Runyon

ITTY BITTY BABY words and music R. Runyon

Hallelujah, the angels sing

Itty bitty baby born in Bethlehem

Hallelujah, He was born the king

Itty bitty baby born in Bethlehem

Hallelujah

Itty bitty baby born in Bethlehem

Hallelujah

Itty bitty baby He was born the lamb

Cold winter’s night and they were on the road

Gone to pay their taxes just like they were told

Good citizens they had no place to stay

He was born in the stable He’s asleep on the hay

Hallelujah, the angels sing

Itty bitty baby born in Bethlehem

Hallelujah, He was born the king

Itty bitty baby born in Bethlehem

Shepherds in the hills were awakened from their sleep

By a choir of angels from the heavens deep.

They went to see the baby on the first Christmas night

They were filled with wonder at the glorious sight.

Hallelujah, the angels sing

Itty bitty baby born in Bethlehem

Hallelujah, He was born the king

Itty bitty baby born in Bethlehem

Hallelujah

Itty bitty baby born in Bethlehem

Hallelujah

Itty bitty baby He was born the lamb

Three kings in the East saw a star in the sky

They were wise so they wondered why

They followed the star to where the baby lie

They gave Him their gifts and they passed Herod by.

Hallelujah, the angels sing

Itty bitty baby born in Bethlehem

Hallelujah, He was born the king

Itty bitty baby born in Bethlehem

Power made small it’s just as good as it gets

Herod and the Devil, oh He makes them sweat

The big and the powerful are made to look small

He’s the King of Kings, He’s the Lord of all.

Hallelujah, the angels sing

Itty bitty baby born in Bethlehem

Hallelujah, He was born the king

Itty bitty baby born in Bethlehem

Hallelujah

Itty bitty baby born in Bethlehem

Hallelujah

Itty bitty baby He was born the lamb

I Don't Have A Care

Written By: Robert Runyon

I Don’t Have a Care words and music by Robert Runyon

I love the way this old big river flows

Like your long brown hair passing by.

I love the mist in the morning stillness

And the mystery look in your eye.

I don’t care where this old big river’s goin’

And I don’t care that my love for you is showin’

I don’t have a care just as long as our love is growin’

I don’t have a care

If your love is there

I don’t have a care

As long as our love is growin”

I love the sky so awesome and blue

Reflecting so small in your eyes.

I love the songs the birds sing for you

With a beauty that no one denies

I don’t care where this old big river’s goin’

And I don’t care that my love for you is showin’

I don’t have a care just as long as our love is growin’

I don’t have a care

If your love is there

I don’t have a care

As long as our love is growin”

Holler Girls

Written By: Gerald Lucass and Robert Runyon

HOLLER GIRLS words and music music
G. Lucass R. Runyon

Em C G
I’ve got a Studebaker with a Chrysler ‘neath the hood

Em A D
George Jones is singing this time he’s over her for good

Em C Am
I’m going up the mountain and I’m coming back to life

G D G
In the hills of old Kentucky I’m gonna get myself a wife

G F C G
C Holler girls holler girls they make good love and gravy
H
O G F A D
R Strong as any man and soft just like a baby
U
S G F C D G
Holler girls holler girls how I love them holler girls

Em C G
Sweet as rhubarb dumplins take your breath like ninety proof

Em A D
Love you like a thunderstorm underneath and old tin roof

Em C Am
Can tune a carburetor make quilts and cornbread too

G D G
Make you proud to be a man like no city girl can do

CHORUS

Em C G
Kiss you when you go to work or out fishin with your friends

Em A D
Love you when you buy a boat if you name it after them

Em C Am
You can have your prissy types going shopping all the time

G D G
I just want a holler girl with a twinkle in her eye

CHORUS

I’ll live up in the laurels with that holler girl of mine

We’ll sit out on the porch swing cutting peaches for my shine

Go and get a preacher ‘cause I’ve done made up my mind

This old boy ain’t foolin’ ‘round she’s a holler girl this time

All The Love In Heaven

Written By: Robert Runyon

ALL THE LOVE IN HEAVEN
Words and music R. Runyon

A D A E
I’m dreaming of all the love in heaven as I roll down this interstate

A D E A
If my life should pass before me my mind will be set on something great

D A
Those angry wheels of commerce keep a rolling

F#m E
People do their time and go away

A D E A
I’m dreaming of all the love in heaven I’m dreaming of a better day

D A D Bm7 A
I’m dreaming with both eyes open I’m thinking outside my heart

D A B E
I’m smiling in every direction I’m trying to do my part

A D A E
I’m dreaming of all the love in heaven I try to keep it on my mind

A D E A
Maybe that thought can transform me and leave my heart peaceful and kind

D A F#m E
Maybe that thought can cool my anger and give me the right words to say

A D E A
I’m dreaming of all the love in heaven I’m dreaming of a better way

D A E
I’m dreaming of all the love in heaven I hope someday to make it there

A D E A
Surrounded by God’s grace and goodness forever in his love to share

D E A
I’m dreaming of all the love in heaven I’m dreaming of a better way