Brad Boyer

Brad Boyer

 Friendswood, Texas, USA
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Brad Boyer writes fine Texas alternative country music. He was a Kerrville New folk Finalist for 2010

Biography

Brad Boyer is a singer/songwriter from Houston, TX who has honed his craft in the beer joints, ice houses, and road side honky tonks as well as the finer listening rooms of the big city. He tells his stories with honesty and clarity wrapped in a genuine Americana feel. As a Kerrville Folk Festival New Folk Finalist in 2010, his debut album of original material (produced by Rich Brotherton) is highly anticipated and scheduled for a January, 2011 release at the historic Old Quarter Acoustic Cafe in Galveston, TX!!

Lyrics

Tonight I'm Gonna Lose

Written By: Brad Boyer

Tonight I'm Gonna Lose
Brad Boyer

key: Eb

capo III fret

C
I'm sittin on a bar stool
F
acting like a fool
C
spending up my paycheck
G
and talkin out of school
C
I sniff a little cocaine
F
and drink up lots of booze
C
right now i'm feelin no pain
G C
but tonight i'm gonna lose

I've been working in this oil patch
I've been hanging in these bars
I go fishing on the weekend
I like fixin old junk cars
I got a couple tattoos
just a little tribal art
and my baby daughters name here
written 'cross my heart

she was born when i was nineteen
she's been dead about a year
I didn't really know her mamma
but we got married out of fear
It didn't sit well with her family
her daddy never liked me none
I didn't get to know my daughter
'cause we divorced when she was one

solo

So, I thought i'd join the army
I'd be all that I could be
and they shipped me off to Iraq
way over yonder 'cross the sea
I done my service for my country
I did nearly all my time
They sent me home a little early
i got some metal from a mine

Now, I'm livin' south of Houston
i'm just tryin to get along
as a drunken barroom poet
won't you listen for my songs
Yeah, I sniff a little cocaine
and drink up lots of booze
right now I'm feelin no pain
but tonight i'm gonna lose

right now i'm feelin no pain
but tonight i'm gonna lose

West Texas Wind

Written By: Brad Boyer

"West Texas Wind"
by Brad Boyer

Two old men from the funeral home
stood off to the side in the shade
The preacher conducting the service
folded his hands and he prayed
The pall bearers carried the casket
the family was all gathered 'round
The wind moaned a dirge through west Texas
on the day that layed her down

We layed her beside ol' Doc Steakley
who passed only two years before
After fifty plus years of together
they won't be apart anymore
In the dusty, red dirt of west Texas
where the cotton grows up high and white
And the sky is big and blue, and the wind whips on through
my heart grew heavy as night

Now, some folks say dead is just dead
and those who have died are just gone
And some folks are waiting on Jesus
to come down and carry us home
But, I know, when you die in west Texas
you don't stay where your body has been
And no one need come down to fetch ya'
you ride home on the west Texas wind

In the dusty, red dirt of west Texas
where the cotton grows up high and white
The sky's big and blue, and the wind whips on through
I know that my soul will be right
And I'll ride on the west Texas wind

Marie

Written By: Brad Boyer

Morning came on Corpus Christi Bay
where I was born and found myself one day
I woke up on a beach alone
slightly drunk and halfway stoned
with memories of a girl from yesterday

I didn't get to know her
I think her name's Marie
but she's the only thing here
that sparkles by the sea

I was born of an oilfield man
I went to Corpus just to try my hand
but I found it didn't suit my style
of playing late and running wild
I had dreams of playing in the band

So I was drinking wondering what to do
then I found inspiration across that room
when I saw her standing there she had two braids in her hair
and looked to me to be a picture of truth

I didn't get to know her
I think her name's Marie
but she's the only thing here
that sparkles by the sea

She looked at me and all my pain was gone
I felt that feeling I hadn't for so long
But she was off to Hollywood to be a movie star
before she left she helped me write my song

I didn't get to know her
I think her name's Marie
but she's the only thing here
that sparkles by the sea

Every Afternoon

Written By: Brad Boyer

Every Afternoon
Brad Boyer

When he returned he found his woman didn't want him anymore
She run off with a Mexican, turned out she had his child
So, he went up to Austin to try and law low for awhile
When he got back to Caldwell, he got a job workin on ACs
And every afternoon, he's in here drinkin beer with me

All in all were just the same
We just have our different names
and we may sail on different seas
but you can drink your beer with me
every afternoon

He says he paints houses, but all he really ever does is drink his beer
Says he went to woodstock and it was miles away from here
He's not sure where the years have gone or how things have gotten to this point
I guess they just kinda fade away, like the smoke off of his joint
He's always looked through glasses, but they don't help him see
Why every afternoon, he's in here drinkin beer with me

I Sat Down and Wrote You a Song

Written By: Brad Boyer

I woke up this morning to the alarm clock's warning

The day had already begun

So I turned all my thinking to all of my drinking

Trying to recall what I'd done

Some things I remember and some things I don't

And some things I remember all wrong

But as my mind was a reelin' I remembered a feelin'

so, I sat down and wrote you a song

Yes, I sat down and wrote you a song

Before the feeling inside me was gone

Then I woke up to reality

And remembered you were only a dream