Brasher/Bogue

Brasher/Bogue

 Madison, Tennessee, USA
BandCountryRock

* “These guys are truly one of the undiscovered gems in Nashville. They're both fantastic writers and their songs are defined by a "real man's" attitude -- not cocky or brash, but genuine and open. And we're excited to feature their brand of music on No Shoes Radio!”
- Jon Anthony, GM/PD of Kenny Chesney's No Shoes Radio and former VP/Country Programming of SIRIUS XM
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  • Andy Brasher Vocalist

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Lyrics

Real Friends

Written By: Brasher/Bogue

Real Friends, they don't laugh when your joke ain't funny
They borrow up your money all the time
But when time's are tough, they're still around
When it all goes down, the bottom line is
Real Friends are hard to find

Real Friends, will have your back when you pick a fight
even when your not right and your gonna lose
They ain't the kind you call when you need bail,
cause when your ass gets thrown in jail, their's does too
Real Friends they stand by you

Chorus: and if I ever had to be up a mostly shit-filled creek,
Without a paddle or an oar, or a stick
You'd be the first mate that I'd pick
And I know you'd jump right on board
That's what God gave us Real Friends for

Real Friends, know your secrets all too well
but you know they'd never tell, they're tried and true
they won't give you up or sell you out,
no matter the amount, no matter who
Real Friends don't turn on you

Real Friends, don't give a damn that you're broke
they'll still bum the last smoke that you rolled,
And you know, what's their's is yours and yours is their's
And who really cares when its all told
Real Friends are good as gold

Chorus: and if I ever had to be up a mostly shit-filled creek,
Without a paddle or an oar, or a stick
You'd be the first mate that I'd pick
And I know you'd jump right on board
That's what God gave us Real Friends for

One More Time

Written By: Brasher/Bogue

Sunset breakdown cooler with the top down,
Come on, babe, lets do it again
In Hollywood city, everyone is pretty
everybody is down with sin
I bought the gas,
I paid for this high,
So why does it feel like you're the one taking me for a ride?

It didn't even shock me when you flashed the paparazzi
Shook it like it was on fire
And every night its night clubs, getting tight and makin love
Always looking to get higher
You're using me for the money,
I'm just using you,
You like to shake it on me
And I like the way you do

Chorus: And the sun's goin down with a bang tonight
Crashing in on the ocean and this party life
It wasn't so long ago, I was the one who had it all
Good coke, good pot, here I am and I've got
The last 5 grand in my pocket
She thinks there's so much more
But I'm going out like a rocket
But not until I score, One More Time

Long Island Ice Teas, a bunch of Sex on the Beach,
We were washing up on the shore,
When California closed down, we took the 15 out of town,
She said she still wanted more
Halfway to Vegas,
Our party came to an end
Busted broke, engine smokin', pulled into the Freeway Inn

Chorus:And the sun's goin down with a bang tonight
Crashing in on the ocean and this party life
It wasn't so long ago, I was the one who had it all
Good coke, good pot, here I am and I've got
The last 5 bucks in my pocket
She knows there ain't no more
But I'm going out like a rocket
But not until I score, One More Time

I Might Be Lonely

Written By: Brasher/Bogue

Believe me girl there's nothin' in this world
I'd rather have
than you here with me by this fireplace, naked in my sleeping bag
Just like we were that one night, the wine stain's still on the floor
This old place is filled with memories I can't deal with and I can't ignore
But I've got friends I haven't talked to in such a long, long time
Maybe I was too wrapped up in you, tonight I'm gonna unwind

Chorus: I might be lonely, blue and broken, high and dry
but misery loves company and I guess I know why
It's gonna be hard girl, movin' on, getting' over you
Wondering if its something I did, or that I did not do
I won't lie, I many cry but I don't need your apologies, or your sympathy
I will survive, I will not be on my own
I might be lonely, but I won't be alone

So I threw your makeup and your perfume from the counter to the floor
Combed my hair and dryed my eyes and headed out the door
I drove downtown with the windows down to a place I used to go
Figuring I'd run into some people that I know
She walked right up to me
Said its been a long,long time
we've got some catchin' up to do
Are you alone tonight?

Chorus:

Outlaw

Written By: Brasher/Bogue


He was out there in the timber, cutting wood for his heat

Shot a deer out of season, so his family could eat

Now he’s due in court on Monday, and he can’t pay the fine

Guess he woulda been better off standing in a welfare line

Chorus: But he ain’t no outlaw, like they made him out to be

He’s just wonderin why we still call this place, the land of the free

And he ain’t no outlaw, but stay out of the way

Of a dirt poor hard workin good ole boy in the good ole USA

His granddaddy taught him, what it means to be a man

He passed down his sense of pride, a little house and a piece of land

But the lawyer says he owes more now than it was ever worth

And desperations about to take him on a turn for the worse

Chorus:
Bridge: Now I’m out here in the timber, and I pray I don’t get caught

Lord, forgive me if I’m wrong it’s the only chance I’ve got

I swear to God I’m not

Chorus: I ain’t no outlaw, but there’s a lotta folks just like me

Wondering why we still call this place the land of the free

And we ain’t no outlaws, but stay out of the way

Of the dirt poor, hard workin, good ole boys in the good ole USA.

Perfect Little World

Written By: Brasher/Bogue

The color of your eyes, matches the shade,
of the passenger side, of my Chevrolet,
Pickup truck,
so it must be Love.

My first fist fight was defendin' you, I was 10 years old, even then I knew, it was just one of the signs from up above

pre-chorus: and all our friends up in the city,
they might look at us with pity

Chorus: Cause you're my redneck gal, I'm your white-trash man,
the pawn shop ring on your left hand,
Is shimmerin' off of your Pabst Blue Ribbon can.
I gave it to you, you gave me a whirl,
now it's those two boys and that little girl,
and you and I in a perfect little world.
You and I in a perfect little world.

When the wind dies down and the night is still,
we fall asleep to the song of a whippoorwill,
In our double-wide, palace in paradise
This summer it's hot, but we gotta stay cool,
The a.c.'s shot so we bought a little pool
at the K-Mart store,
Got it on sale half-price

pre-chorus: And as the stock market's crashin'
We sit and watch our children splashin

Chorus: Cause you're my redneck gal, I'm your white-trash man,
the pawn shop ring on your left hand,
Is shimmerin' off of your Pabst Blue Ribbon can.
I gave it to you, you gave me a whirl,
now it's those two boys and that little girl,
and you and I in a perfect little world.
You and I in a perfect little world.

The color of your eyes, matches the shade,
of the passenger side, of my Chevrolet,
Pickup truck,
so it must be Love.

Discography

Brasher/Bogue Project - 2009