Don Thomason

Don Thomason

BandCountryAcoustic

Imagine a tour bus wreck between George Strait and John Prine -- acoustic performer, veteran of festivals, coffeehouses, and clubs emerging as country songwriter -- with solid backing by a band playing straight-ahead country with a few surprises

Biography

Raised on music but steeped in traditional country, Kentucky native Don Thomason combines a bold and expressive voice, exceptional versatility, and a basic joy of playing music. Blend a love for country icons like Merle Haggard, George Jones, and Buck Owens; genre-breakers like Emmylou Harris, Johnny Cash, and Willie Nelson; and the wry geniuses John Prine, Roger Miller, and Guy Clark, and you get a singer and writer that does country with a little edge and a bit of a smile to it.

Don and his acoustic guitar have played a lot of festivals, coffeehouses, and bars. Past appearances of note include Topeka Railroad Days, the International Bar-B-Q Festival in Owensboro KY, the Festival of the Little Hills in St. Charles MO, Thunderfest 2005 in Bowling Green KY in front of 21,000 people, and national television with the TNN program Be A Star. He has opened for Janie Fricke, Highway 101, and Lionel Cartwright. Don regularly performs in Nashville, where he continues to hone his songwriting and develop respect among his peers.

Lyrics

Cold Morning

Written By: Don Thomason

Turning 36 last April kinda weighed her down
No more a blushing bride
She's seen years of sun and storming
She remembers when
She felt so alive in the heat of night
Oh but now she thinks
Every day feels more like a cold morning

He's still by her side
But that's not as close as it used to be
She hadn't noticed much
'Cause their lives are set and worn in
Now she feels an ache
And it comes from where she once felt satisfied
And frustration rises like steam from her coffee
On a cold morning

It's a bitter pill, that oncoming chill
She can feel it in her bones
She can dream of the past but it won't last
Past the pale light of dawn
And she wakes again
To a cold morning

Tonight her friend
Is a half filled glass on the tabletop
On the window pane and on her heart
The frost is forming
Is this how it feels to be letting go
She wonders to herself
It's the darkest hour
And it takes her breath like a cold morning

It's a bitter pill, that oncoming chill
She can feel it in her bones
She can dream of the past but it won't last
Past the pale light of dawn
Here it comes again
It's a cold morning
Cold morning

Without

Written By: Don Thomason

There's not a whole lot of flash to rural route living
We had enough if we got a little dirt on our hands
But I'm a long way now from Highway 407
With a morning drive and a house on the west end
You get a little jingle and you try what was past your reach
Now I'm gettin' a lesson no school could ever teach

I just wanted to be like everyone else
Runnin' along with the crowd
Now I'm runnin' headlong, can't get enough
Of what I used to do without

Our old border fence row gathered briars and rabbits
I'd look beyond, wonder what kind of life I could grab
Now I've accumulated credit cards and bad habits
And a closetful of what I thought I had to have
I keep on trying to reach for what's beyond my hands
Sometimes I'm still distracted by what's over the fence

I just wanted to be like everyone else
Runnin' along with the crowd
Now I'm runnin' headlong, can't get enough
Of what I used to do without

My grandpa said "Son, don't chase happiness so hard
Let living come and happiness will find you where you are"

I just wanted to be like everyone else
Runnin' along with the crowd
Now I'm runnin' headlong, can't get enough
Of what I used to do without

Lot Number 10

Written By: Don Thomason

When I was a young man, I felt shackled down
No room for a dreamer in my dying home town
Caught a ride with a trucker to I didn’t care where
As long as his rig pointed west
I hopped off around I-35 to give it my best

Now my little house on the prairie is a trailer in Tornado Alley
Where I watch as my pride and my youth fly away in the wind
I work the graveyard at the Sack & Go
And time sure passes slow
For a dreamer who’s waking up at lot number 10

I wanted a new life as bit as these plains
Holding the world in my hands and making a name
But not enough schoolin’ and a hard-headed streak
And it’s been like grabbing at air
I sure came a long way to wind up nowhere

Now my little house on the prairie is a trailer in Tornado Alley
Where I watch as my pride and my youth fly away in the wind
I work the graveyard at the Sack & Go
And time sure passes slow
For a dreamer who’s waking up at lot number 10
For this dreamer who’s waking up at lot number 10

© Don Thomason

Discography

recording project underway

four song acoustic sample CD (2005) available on 1030 Records

Set List

normally 3 sets solo (can do 4), 4 sets with band

most played originals:
Cold Morning
Lot Number 10
The Eyes of Maureen
Without
Tell Me Goodbye
Beans and Cornbread

covers tend to fall into certain categories -

classic or classic-sounding country:
Love's Gonna Live Here - Buck Owens
I'm a Lonesome Fugitive - Merle Haggard
Your Man - Josh Turner
That Just About Does It - Vern Gosdin
She Thinks I Still Care - George Jones
Look What Followed Me Home - David Ball
In the Jailhouse Now - Webb Pierce
I Can Still Make Cheyenne - George Strait
Celebrity - Brad Paisley

off-the-wall Americana and country:
Navajo Rug - Jerry Jeff Walker
If I Were You - Chris Knight
Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off - Joe Nichols
Paradise - John Prine (I'm hard to stump on Prine)
Delia - Johnny Cash
I'm Gonna Miss Her - Brad Paisley