Dee Washburn

Dee Washburn

BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Some people say my music is left of center but to me it hits the bullseye.

Biography

I was born Arnold D’Angelo (Dee) Washburn in Shreveport, LA but most people know me as just Dee. I was influenced by the music of the 60's and 70's and still am today. I got my first guitar at 16. At 17, when I was stationed at Eglin Air Force Base, Paul Pelham taught me how to play Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” while smoking Camel cigarettes. In 1987, I moved to Colorado Springs, CO where I formed a band called Ma’s Disease. As I started writing more songs, I started listening to country music. In 1989 I won an award in the Music City Song Festival music competition. In 1998, encouraged by my song contest recognition, I packed up everything I could fit into my 1978 Volkswagen Beetle convertible and headed out to Music City. I spent my first night in Nashville sleeping in my car in a parking lot after being inspired by a live performance by Jeffrey Steele, Rob Crosby and Ray Herndon. In 2003, I grew tired of the drudgery of working in a sheet metal factory, and followed in my father’s footsteps and became an over-the-road truck driver. This career path has allowed me the opportunity to visit every state in the mainland United States while still pursuing my performing songwriter aspirations. My experiences and the places I've visited have given me new inspiration like Fairmount, IN (James Dean's home town). I finally sold my VW Beetle several months ago and bought a new Gibson guitar after years of playing--yes, you guessed it--a Washburn guitar.

Lyrics

Fairmount, Don't You Cry

Written By: Dee Washburn

V1) The devil beats his wife out on Highway Nine
As I'm rolling past your field of corn
I know I can't be told, but I just want to know
Does it always rain where cool was born?
C) Why does your sky cry on me today?
Is it the angels crying for James Dean?
Why does your sky cry on me today?
Down your boulevard of broken dreams
V2) The forecasters are blind, I'm going back in time
I can see him walking down your tracks
Oh, Fairmount, don't you cry; Oh, cool will never die
But your tears have got me wearing all black
Repeat Chorus)
V3) I've got a dream to share, I'll tell you if you care
I'm staying at the Hart Motel
With their low daily rates, you know I can't complain
They've even got memorabilia for sale
Repeat Chorus)
Copyright 2007 Dee Washburn

Between the Cradle and the Grave

Written By: Dee Washburn

V1)Your dreams push you up towards the sky
They they pull you back to earth
When you find out what they're worth, you curse
Your love gives you sunshine for years
Then right out of the blue
Love up and leaves you, you lose
C) What you have's not certain, see
There is no security between the cradle and the grave
Life is full of ups and downs
Silver spoons can tarnish brown
And leave you with a frown
What you have's not certain, see
There is no security between the cradle and the grave
V2)You work at the same place for years
And you give them all you have
Then they fire you like that, that's crap
Your health is what keeps you around
But it slips away so fast
Why, today could be your last, you have
Repeat Chorus)
Tag) You were young once now you're old
But your story's still untold
Between the cradle and the grave
Between the cradle and the grave
We all live between the cradle and the grave
Copyright 2007 Dee Washburn

He is Risen

Written By: Dee Washburn

V1)It was the first day of the week
The women had come unto the tomb
Bringing the spices they had prepared
But the body of Lord Jesus wasn't there, no, no
C) Cause He is risen from the dead
My Lord is risen from the dead
My Lord is risen from the dead
And He is alive, alive, alive, forever more
Yes, He is alive, alive, alive, forever more
V2) Behold two men stood by them
Dressed in dazzling apparel
"Why seek ye the living among the dead?
He is gone to his Father, like he said", yea, yea
Repeat Chorus)

Shy

Written By: Dee Washburn

V1) Ever since that first night I saw her
I knew she was the one
Cause my heart got stuck in my throat
When I tried to tell her let's go have some fun
C) I'm shy, oh, Lord, I'm shy
Please tell me why, oh, why?
I can talk a million words like those preachers do in church
But when I'm around her I get shy
V2) Well, I got up the nerve to go see her
I drove straight to her house
I rang the bell and she said "Hello"
But nothing came out of my mouth
C) I'm shy, oh, Lord, I'm shy
Where did I get these butterflies?
I wanna spend my time on earth cuttin' up and huggin' her
But when I'm around her I get shy
V3) She smiled and said "What's the matter, boy?
Does the cat have your tongue?"
I shook my head up and down and grinned
She said "Come on, boy, let's go have some fun."
C) I'm shy, oh, Lord, I'm shy
But I'm so glad she read my mind
I can be right on the verge of saying those three words
But when I'm around her I get shy
V4) Later on that night I got a kiss
And my cup overflowed
That's when I knew love doesn't come in words
It comes in the actions that you show
C) I'm shy, oh, Lord, I'm shy
But she could see love in my eyes
I can talk a million words like those preachers do in church
But when I'm around her I get shy
Tag) But when I'm around her I get shy
But when I'm around her I get shy
Copyright 2005 Dee Washburn

Mom's in the Mosh Pit

Written By: Dee Washburn

V1) We sold the farm and left for Cali'
To follow the Grateful Dead
I told Mom they quit touring
So we started up a band instead
C) Yea, we're a full fledged cornbread band of misfits
Come and get your kicks, we're country but we rock a bit
Dad has his lighter lit
Cause Mom just jumped in the mosh pit
V2) I play guitar and Mom plays bass
Sister hits the drums like Bono
We got Dad on the fiddle
We all can sing or least we think so
C) Yea, we're a full-fledged cornbread band of nitwits
Kickin' up our heels, playin' all your favorite hits
Dad laughs and lets it rip
While Mom surfs around in the mosh pit
Bridge) We call ourselves Bohemian Gypsies
But some still call us Uncle Jed
Now the crowd just goes crazy
When we play a cover of the Dead
V3) We bought a house in the Valley
It was Jim Morrison's bungalow
We got a maid wearing stockings
And a pool full of flamingos
C) Yea, we're a full-fledged cornbread band that's legit
You can bet we're as good as bad can get
Dad flipped out a bit
When we lost Mom in the mosh pit
C) Yea, we're a full-fledged cornbread band of misfits
All I can say is my parents are a trip
Sooner or later we're gonna get a hit
If Mom gets out of the mosh pit
Tag) Mom's in the mosh pit
Mom's in the mosh pit
Mom's in the mosh pit
Copyruight 2006 Dee Washburn

Set List

I don't have a typical set list of my original songs, it just depends on the crowd. If I do covers. it's rock and roll and folk.