Fletcher Clark

Fletcher Clark

 Lockhart, Texas, USA
BandPop

Thought-provoking lyrics and great melodies in a wide range of styles, presented heartfully by a skilled vocalist and guitarist – these are the elements of a Fletcher Clark performance, whether solo or with his top-shelf sidemen.

Biography

Fletcher’s songwriting is influenced by the Texas singer-songwriters for whom he has been sideman or producer (Steven Fromholz, Bobby Bridger, Rusty Wier, Gary P. Nunn, Dee Moeller, Rick Beresford, Kenneth Threadgill, Bill & Bonnie Hearne, et al) - as well as by his love of jazz, Broadway, Tin Pan Alley, blues, R&B, rock, folk, bluegrass, country & western, latin, etc. Long ago his Texas show band, Balcones Fault, brought all these musics together for scores of sold-out shows at Austin’s legendary concert hall Armadillo World Headquarters.

In 2010, Fletcher brought Armadillo Records and Armadillo Music (ASCAP) back to life by recording Hank & Shaidri Alrich with Doug Harman for the critically acclaimed Carry Me Home (Armadillo CD 1001). (While in its formative years Fletcher had been Business Manager for the Armadillo, it was Hank who created its studio and label and guided the whole shebang to its successful, albeit, early conclusion.)

Later that year, Fletcher completed Taking Turns (Armadillo CD 1002), a collection of twelve of his songs recorded by twelve different artists and ensembles, using Austin’s best session players and engineers. It features performances by Shaidri Alrich, Tommy Elskes, Craig Toungate, Michael Durbin, Mady Kaye, Denim, Shake Russell, Beto y los Fairlanes, Greezy Wheels, Elizabeth Wills, Rose Kimball & Judy Painter, and Lindsay Haisley. And some memorable contributions from the late Tony Campisi. Turnabout being fair play, Hank brought this project to fruition as Executive Producer, remarking, “There’s just not been another project like Fletcher Clark’s Taking Turns. Now that’s Austin music!”

In late 2011, Armadillo Records released The Cobras Live & Deadly (Armadillo CD 1101). Recorded live at the old hall in 1979 though never released, now finally mastered and packaged as a CD, it is already the all-time best label seller at Antone’s Records in Austin. As managing partner, Fletcher continues to guide the development of an approach to production and dissemination that shortens the distance from creator to consumer, with the highest regard for sonic quality. Follow this at ArmadilloMusicProductions.com.

Now in Lockhart just south of Austin, Fletcher produces and hosts two successful series there for songwriters: Evenings with the Songwriter at the historic Dr. Eugene Clark Library (EveningswithSongwriter.com), complemented by Evenings of Song in concert at Gaslight-Baker Theatre (EveningsofSong.com). And he is pursuing his nascent career as singer-songwriter.

He continues to act as producer/engineer, where his experience on both sides of the glass ensures any artist a more effective and productive recording project. As a consulting audio engineer, he offers (through his company) Sound Advice for nascent recording artists and entrepreneurs in the design and appointment of recording studios and live venues.

Lyrics

Until You Walked Out on Me

Written By: Fletcher Clark

You sauntered into my sight.
You sashayed into my view.
You moseyed into my memory,
And became a melody.

You ambled into my life.
You sidled into my heart.
You strutted your stuff down the thoroughfare,
Sportin’ your high-toned air.

A promenade down Main Street.
A cakewalk in the park.
A kiss shared on the hiking trail.
How could I know I’d fail?

You swaggered right out my door.
You left me without a key.
I always admired the way that you walked,
UNTIL YOU WALKED OUT ON ME.

No marchin’ down the aisle.
No glidin’ ‘cross the floor.
No prancin’ by your side.
How could I save my pride?

You shuffled on down the road.
I muffled my plaintive plea.
I always admired the way that you walked,
UNTIL YOU WALKED OUT ON ME.
You know, I always admired the way that you walked,
UNTIL YOU WALKED OUT ON ME.

How Long Have You Waited

Written By: Fletcher Clark

HOW LONG HAVE YOU WAITED to leave me?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU WAITED to go?
Did you wait until I left the barn door open
To hop on your horse and blow?
Why did you carpe this diem,
To feel so truly justified?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU WAITED to leave me, darling,
While takin’ me for a ride?

You’re like that gal who found a frozen snake,
And nursed it back to health lest it died.
She was bitten by the ungrateful creature who said,
“You knew I was a snake when you brought me inside.”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU WAITED to leave me?
When did it first cross your mind?
Was it on that night that I came home drunk,
And snuck up on you from behind?
Why seize on this opportunity
To righteously, indignantly act?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU WAITED to leave me, darling?
Too long, and that’s a fact.

I remember your surprise when you discovered
That pickin’ and singin’ was my life.
I had to have a stable occupation
Before you would consider bein’ my wife.

HOW LONG HAVE YOU WAITED to leave me?
How long have you waited to split?
Did you quietly wait for that right moment
To say, “Baby, this is it!”
Why did you kiss me then leave me?
Just what thrill did you get?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU WAITED to leave me, darling?
From the first day that we met, I bet.
From the first day that we met, I bet.
From the first day that we met.

Don't Be Nowhere

Written By: Fletcher Clark

DON’T BE NOWHERE WITHOUT ME.
Don’t be takin’ no trips.
Don’t be lendin’ those sweet lips
To anyone but me.

DON’T BE NOWHERE WITHOUT ME.
Don’t be dancin’ at clubs.
Don’t be getting’ no back rubs
From anyone but me.

I know I can’t possess you.
You’re simply too headstrong.
But then when I caress you,
I pray you prove me wrong.

I won’t be nowhere without you.
Won’t be far from your side.
Won’t be takin’ no backslide
From anyone so true as you.
So although wherever you are,
That’s where you happen to be.
My darlin’, won’t BE NOWHERE - WITHOUT ME.

R & R

Written By: Fletcher Clark

When the sea of life gets a little rough and your mind is filled with all sorts of stuff
That makes you want to up and fly away.
And you’ve had your talk with mater and pater and your head feels like the radiator
Of a ’56 Ford on a hot West Texas Day.
Well, the pressure builds to a terrible force and all your friends are gettin’ divorced,
Except for the few who try to end it all.
When you see your sanity start to slip and you feel your mind just about to flip,
Then it’s time to answer up to nature’s call.
You see, bears aren’t dumb, they hibernate, and yogis achieve a mystic state,
And Sundays all pile into the family car.
Birds fly south to rest a bit and even general’s usually get
A little time off for some R & R.

Take a little rest, take a little rest.

Now, R & R is that magic time when you leave all your worries far behind
And you wait for the noise around you to subside.
You settle back just to find some peace. You please a nephew or a niece,
And generally close your eyes and open wide.
So you open wide and they stick it in. Now that better be a real good friend -
Someone for whom you have implicit trust.
Just someone to help with all the confusion about the silly neurotic delusion
That suddenly you’ve lost your life for lust.
Well, you fought the good fight and now you’re done and the battle’s over and no one won
And now you know the blow of the winds of war.
It’s time to beat a neat retreat and to take a big load off your feet.
You need to sit back and generally R & R.

Take a little rest, take a little rest.

Now I realize that it’s not verily hip to talk so militarily
And most of you probably follow the peaceful way.
Bu can’t you see, when you’ve lost your might, only a fool would stand and fight.
A wise man lives to fight another day.
You just need time to let things settle, so light up a smoke and put on the kettle.
Then plop yourself into someone’s easy chair.
Sip on a can of ice-cold beer. Sing you a song of holiday cheer.
It just might be enough to clear the air.
Yeah, I got troubles and so do you, and mothers and fathers and sisters, too.
And everybody’s sinkin’ in a stormy sea.
So send up an SOS distress and hop on that R & R express -
It’ll get you back to where you need to be.

A Little Libido (Take a little rest, take a little rest.)

I'm Dreamin' About You

Written By: Fletcher Clark

I’M DREAMIN’ ABOUT YOU.
You’re always on my mind.
I’m wastin’ without you
And I just can’t seem to unwind.

I’M DREAMIN’ ABOUT YOU.
You live in every tear.
From now ‘til tomorrow will seem like a year.

From dusk to dawn, how can I carry on.
So much heartache ‘til the daybreak

I’M DREAMIN’ ABOUT YOU
And starin’ at the wall.
‘Cause sleepin’ without you ain’t sleep at all.

No Fault, No Blame, No Shame

Written By: Fletcher Clark

NO FAULT, NO BLAME, NO SHAME - the way love ought to be -
Just two consenting adults consenting to be free.
But then one day when I woke up and saw what we became,
I knew our love was over - NO FAULT, NO BLAME, NO SHAME.
You started pointin’ fingers to remind me
Of just how you believed I should behave.
We started off as equals and as partners,
But then you started treatin’ me as if I were your slave.
So can you understand me now that I won’t play your game?
It’s clear our love is over - NO FAULT, NO BLAME, NO SHAME.

While playin’ on the road at some country dive,
I thought I’d use the phone to see that you’re alive.
Imagine my surprise, my dear, when a man called out your name.
When trust is gone, it’s over - NO FAULT, NO BLAME, NO SHAME.
Now, darlin’, I know well you’ll find another
Who’ll answer to your every beck and call.
But we both know that one day it will happen
That that poor fool will find out that he’s headed for a fall.
And so, my dear, I’ll make it clear - I’ll never speak your name.
Thank God our love is over - NO FAULT, NO BLAME, NO SHAME.
Thank God our love is over - NO FAULT, NO BLAME, NO SHAME.

Mary Kay's Waltz

Written By: Fletcher Clark

You asked me to write you a waltz.
I never knew what it might mean to you.
Now that I see all of you that’s in me,
The words seem to come out in three.
Mary, sweet Mary,
My sweet Mary Kay.
The waltz that you asked me to write you,
I wrote you today.

You asked me to write you a waltz.
It’s straight from my heart, though we might be apart.
If my words frighten you, I swear they’re all true,
For no one can dance like we two.
Mary, sweet Mary,
My sweet Mary Kay.
The waltz that you asked me to write you,
I wrote you today.
Singin’ Mary, sweet Mary,
My sweet Mary Kay.
The waltz that you asked me to write you,
I wrote you today.
The waltz that you asked me to write you,
I wrote you today.

Sleepy Parade

Written By: Jack Jacobs & Fletcher Clark

First you sell me on the American Dream.
And then you tell me that things are not what they seem.

I - - got lots of schoolin’. I got a Masters degree.
Who - - who am I foolin’? That stuff did nothin’ for me.

I’m just a soldier in the SLEEPY PARADE.
Seems I’ve been marchin’ for years.
I should be restin’ by a tree in the shade, but
I hear the beat of a different drum in my ear.

Markin’ my, markin’ my time card – the clock keeps tickin’ away.
I’m workin’, I’m workin’ so hard for such a small chunk of pay.

I’m just a soldier in the SLEEPY PARADE.
Seems I’ve been marchin’ for years.
I see my confidence beginnin’ to fade, but
I hear the beat of a different drum in my ear.

I’m tired of, I’m tired of waitin’. I’m tired of standin’ in line.
Ex-as-per-at-in’! When am I gonna get mine?

I’m just a soldier in the SLEEPY PARADE.
Seems I’ve been marchin’ for years and years.
I won’t be satisfied ‘til I got it made, but
I hear the beat of a different drum in my ear.

(tacit) It’s an American Dream.
(tacit) It’s an American Dream.
(tacit) It’s an American Dream.
(tacit) It’s an American Dream.

Lord, Please Send Me Someone

Written By: Fletcher Clark

Instrumental into (C –E, C – B7sus)

LORD, PLEASE SEND ME SOMEONE who’s not too good for me.
Someone who can see I’m not the man that I could be.
Someone not so pretty, not so very smart,
Someone who can make me sing and warm my chilly heart.

LORD, PLEASE SEND ME SOMEONE who’ll never give a thought
To how she could do better, or how I could be taught.
Someone not too picky, easily satisfied,
Someone who can let me be with all my foolish pride.

LORD, PLEASE SEND ME SOMEONE
LORD, PLEASE SEND ME SOMEONE
LORD, PLEASE SEND ME SOMEONE
Some one who’s not too good for me.

Instrumental interlude (C –E, C – B7sus)

LORD, PLEASE SEND ME SOMEONE who’ll take me as I am.
Not someone so polite that I would have to call her ma’am.
Someone who’d be happy sleepin’ by the sea.
LORD, PLEASE SEND ME SOMEONE who’s not too good for me.

LORD, PLEASE SEND ME SOMEONE
LORD, PLEASE SEND ME SOMEONE
LORD, PLEASE SEND ME SOMEONE
Some one who’s not too good for me.
Some one who’s not too good for me.
Some one who’s not too good for me.

Instrumental tag (C –E)

Unconditional Love

Written By: Fletcher Clark

Loving you’s the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever had
And I want to tell you just how much I care.
If our time together be a lifetime or a day,
Thank you for the love we share.

Loving you’s the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever known,
Just when I was sure I’d never love again.
And although it’s still uncertain just how it will be,
Thank you for the way it’s been.

Finding you was the last thing I was thinking of,
‘Til I opened my eyes and I saw you standing there.

And if conditions will permit, you can have my UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.
Loving you’s the most wonderful feeling.
Thank you for the healing, darling,
Thank you for the love we share.

When I Looked into Her Eyes

Written By: Fletcher Clark

I thought that I was learning
That to have you must let go.
I felt my life was turning
To a path I could not know.
But with all the hurt I’d brought her,
I knew she’d have to leave.
And I could live without her,
Or so I could believe.

Then I LOOKED INTO HER EYES.
I couldn’t quell the tears inside.
I couldn’t still my muffled cries,
WHEN I LOOKED INTO HER EYES.

Her heart was made for giving
To a very feeling man.
They’re contracts made for living
Just as truly as we can.
Then she walked away without me
And stopped giving me her heart.
No more a feeling man,
I knew that we should part.

Then I LOOKED INTO HER EYES.
I couldn’t quell the tears inside.
I couldn’t still my muffled cries,
WHEN I LOOKED INTO HER EYES.
WHEN I LOOKED INTO HER EYES.
WHEN I LOOKED INTO HER EYES.

Why Wouldn't I

Written By: Fletcher Clark

WHY WOULDN’T I scale that mountain,
Or sail that sea?
WHY WOULDN’T I do whatever it takes
To make you see?

WHY WOULDN’T I ford that river,
Or cross that line?
WHY WOULDN’T I do what ever it takes
To make you mine?

No sacrifice too great,
No challenge I won’t face.
The Golden Fleece you are to me -
A prize I can’t replace.

WHY WOULDN’T I fight that battle,
Or build that shrine?
WHY WOULDN’T I do whatever it takes
To make you mine?

I’ll even walk on coals,
Or swim an icy lake.
To lose the golden prize you are
Would make my poor heart break.

WHY WOULDN’T I face that demon?
You’re so divine.
WHY WOULDN’T I do whatever it takes
To make you mine?
WHY WOULDN’T I do whatever it takes
To make you mine?

The Quiet Time

Written By: Fletcher Clark

In THE QUIET TIME, before the dawn
When the night is dark and the moon is gone.
In THE QUIET TIME all the visions fade
From the hopes you’ve had and the plans that you’ve made.

There’s no one there at your side.
And day by day you’ve lost your pride.
And oh the pain of how she lied to me,
And toyed with me,
And all I see for me now…

Is THE QUIET TIME when you’re all alone
And the chance to sleep has come and gone.
In THE QUIET TIME all your mind can see
Is a wistful face in your reverie.

Why did she tear us apart?
Why must she stay here in my heart?
How will I ever learn to start anew,
And love anew,
When I all I do leads to her?

Instrumental

And oh the pain of how she lied to me,
And toyed with me,
And all I see for me now…

Is THE QUIET TIME before the dawn
When the night is dark and the moon is gone.
In THE QUIET TIME.
In THE QUIET TIME.

Barbecue, Texas Style

Written By: Fletcher Clark

I’ve met some folks who shred their pork and slap it on a bun.
And some folks like to boil their ribs, well, hell, that can’t be fun.
I’m usually gracious to my host and wearin’ my best smile,
But if you’re servin’ barbecue, it best be TEXAS STYLE.

Some folks I’ve met can’t stand the fire and rather wouldn’t risk it.
It’s safer, cheaper, faster, too, to oven-roast their brisket.
Now I don’t care if you’ve got beer to fill the river Nile,
’Cause if you’re servin’ barbecue, it best be TEXAS STYLE.

Some folks say it’s in the sauce,
Some say, “Aye, there’s the rub!”
Some say it’s in the sides they serve,
Not like the country club.

The slaw is crisp, the beans are hot, with firm potato salad,
Plus onions, pickles, slice of bread, and ‘fore the bill is tallied,
To end up with banana puddin’ I’d crawl a country mile.
Just don’t be servin’ barbecue unless it’s TEXAS STYLE.

Some folks say it’s in the pit,
Some say it’s in the smoke.
Some say it’s in the wood you use -
Mesquite, pecan or oak.

Three kinds of ribs and brisket, too, will keep me real well-fed.
Cabrito, sausage and some bird round out my Austin spread.
Burnet, Llano, Elgin, Taylor, Luling, Lockhart, Kyle -
Now that’s where I eat barbecue. I know it’s TEXAS STYLE.
Yes, if I’m eatin’ barbecue you know it’s TEXAS STYLE.

Damned If You Get My Soul

Written By: Fletcher Clark

Girl, the time has come to face the situation,
That loving you has almost been my ruination.
When you were poor, I gave you money.
I gave you warmth when the night was cold.
I let you take my heart and hand,
But I’ll be DAMNED IF YOU GET MY SOUL.

The hell of who we are is an illusion.
We can’t make sense of all of this confusion.
You wanted me to be somebody
That you could pour into your mold.
How can I make you understand?
I’ll be DAMNED IF YOU GET MY SOUL.
Can’t get my soul!

You wanted me to be your mortal savior.
But I can’t cleanse the sins of your behavior.
There in the darkness of my shadow
You placed your life under my control.
I‘ve taken all that I can stand
And I’ll be DAMNED IF I TAKE YOUR SOUL.

Trust Fund Baby

Written By: Fletcher Clark

I shoulda been a TRUST FUND BABY.
I shoulda been a man of means,
With a brand new motor car and beluga caviar,
Instead of ridin’ buses and eatin’ rice and beans.
I coulda been a Boston banker
With a brownstone in Back Bay.
I shoulda been a TRUST FUND BABY,
But baby took my trust away.

I shoulda been a man of leisure,
Complete with a natal silver spoon.
I’d while away the days in a hundred pointless ways,
Drinkin’ capuccino and sleepin’ until noon.
I coulda been a high-priced lawyer
With an office in the sky.
I shoulda been a man of leisure,
But leisure seemed to pass me by.

I had three wives who led such lives
Any man would trust ‘em.
But as I told the court, they lacked support
Of the lifestyle to which I oughta be accustomed.

I shoulda been a TRUST FUND BABY.
I shoulda been the golden child,
With a hot jacuzzi tub at my fancy country club,
Instead of takin’ showers in the unwashed wild.
I coulda been a well-paid doctor
With a practice of my own
I shoulda been a TRUST FUND BABY,
But baby left me all alone.

When your broker’s reeled from the yield
From your estate’s portfolio.
Then the times get lean and you got no green
To purchase butter, and not the less expensive oleo.

I coulda had a trust fund, baby.
I coulda bought the whole damn lie.
I’d-a been a Captain Queeg from the Ivy League,
Puttin’ down a mutiny until the day I day.
But now I’m just a lowly minstrel
Who sings a lowly air.
I coulda had a trust fund, baby,
But the principle wasn’t there.
I coulda had a trust fund, baby,
But, baby, I just couldn’t care.

The Ghosts of Love

Written By: Fletcher Clark

THE GHOSTS OF LOVE surround me,
Their whispers everywhere.
I sense them in my silence,
And yet there’s no one there.

These shades of wont entwine me,
A web I can’t escape.
Of course, I try to hide them,
A loop of endless tape..

The memories that haunt me
Like banshees in my ear,
Screech, berate and taunt me
More than I can bear.

I know they are but specters,
And yet they linger on.
I’ll know not peace, nor feel release,
Until their spell is gone.
THE GHOSTS OF LOVE will haunt me
Until the love is gone.

Life's an Adventure with You

Written By: Fletcher Clark

LIFE’S AN ADVENTURE WITH YOU.
There’s always somethin’ new.
There’s a dance, then a song,
A right, then a wrong.
I never know what to do.
LIFE’S AN ADVENTURE WITH YOU.

Worryin’ ‘bout how to behave.
Frettin’ ‘bout bein’ a slave.
There’s a gift, then a theft,
A right, then a left.
My, my, what you put me through.
LIFE’S AN ADVENTURE WITH YOU.

Livin’ at your beck and call,
Your boy’s just down the hall.
I’m a verb, then a noun,
An up, then a down.
I can’t seem to pass your review.
LIFE’S AN ADVENTURE WITH YOU.

Much Mo' Betta with Pork Fat

Written By: Fletcher Clark

MUCH MO' BETTA WITH PORK FAT.
Always brings the taste alive.
No flavor so big as the bulk of a pig -
It's just what I need to survive.

Please, just give some PORK FAT.
Hey, my cholesterol's fine.
No rapture serene as porcine cuisine,
That salty suet's divine.

No matter what I'm makin' -
Peas or greens or pone.
Fetch me a slab of bacon,
And leave my cookin' alone.

I gotta have my PORK FAT.
How else can I savor that bean?
It's an empty crock without a hock.
To me, it's simply obscene.
MUCH MO' BETTA WITH PORK FAT,
'Cause my baby don't eat no lean.

No matter what I'm makin' -
Peas or greens or pone.
Fetch me a slab of bacon,
And leave my cookin' alone.

Just don't mess with my PORK FAT,
Or you'll have to deal with me.
I yam what I yam, just leave me my Spam
And set my palate free.
MUCH MO' BETTA WITH PORK FAT,
And supper with baby and me.

I Gotta Lacka Nookie

Written By: Fletcher Clark

Oh, I GOTTA-LACKA-NOOKIE since my little ookie-wookie said, “Aloha!”
Yes, I notta gotta lotta nookie since my little fortune cookie sailed away from me.
Now my life’s an old shipwreck.
The only lay I get goes ‘round my neck.
Oh, I GOTTA-LACKA-NOOKIE since my little ookie-wookie sailed away and said, “Aloha!”

Oh, I live on a lonely a-toll.
All I see all around me is the deep blue sea.
Oh, why was she such an as-pect of my life?
How could I let her make a hermit crab of me?

Oh, I GOTTA-LACKA-NOOKIE since my little ookie-wookie said, “Aloha!”
Yes, I notta gotta lotta nookie since my little fortune cookie sailed away from me.
My love life’s a dead sea calm.
The only dates I get are from my palm.
Oh, I GOTTA-LACKA-NOOKIE since my little ookie-wookie sailed away and said, “Aloha!”

Instrumental: “Aloha, Oe (vey)”

Oh,wow! If I could find a witch,
And get some magic to erase her memory.
Oh, how did she become a bit-ter enemy,
Who left me hangin’ high up in a coconut tree?

Oh, I GOTTA-LACKA-NOOKIE since my little ookie-wookie said, “Aloha!”
Yes, I notta gotta lotta nookie since my little fortune cookie sailed away from me.
I’d give all for a woman’s smile,
But here I’m stranded on a desert isle.
Oh, I GOTTA-LACKA-NOOKIE since my little ookie-wookie sailed away from me,
Across the sea,
Sailed away and said, “Aloha!”

I'm Fixin' to Get Ready

Written By: Fletcher Clark

I’M FIXIN’ TO GET READY to think about lovin’ you.
There’s seems no escapin’ from the fate I’m headed to.
You’re always on my mind, and to my surprise I find
I’M FIXIN’ TO GET READY to think about lovin’ you.

I’m kinda in the habit of livin’ life my own way.
Not a whole lotta hassles as the world turns day to day.
But you’re takin’ up all my time, as we’re spendin’ my last dime,
So I’ll have to get used to listenin’ to what you say.

Things would be so simple
If I didn’t have to choose.
But when I see that dimple on you,
I know that I’m gonna lose.

I simply can’t imagine that I’m really ‘bout to take that dive,
But when I’m without you, I simply don’t feel alive.
I give up - there’s just no way
That I can wait even one more day,
So I’M FIXIN’ TO GET READY to think about lovin’ you.

What the heck, my hat’s in the ring.
So much for bein’ king.
I finally made my mind up - I just have to be lovin’ you.

Darlin', Don't Wait Up for Me Tonight

Written By: Jack Jacobs & Fletcher Clark

DARLIN', DON'T WAIT UP FOR ME TONIGHT.
I'll be late, but, dear, I'll be alright.
Because the bright lights and the music are callin' me away,
And I must go, but I'll be home.
And I swear I'll love you all the time I'm gone.
Yes, I swear I'll love you all the time I'm gone.

Dear, it's not the women or the wine.
It's the music poundin' in this heart of mine.
The music can be jealous like a woman.
So I must go, but I'll be home.
And I swear I'll love you all the time I'm gone.
Yes, I swear I'll love you all the time I'm gone.

Loud music hurts your ears, smoke burns your eyes.
And you don't like those screams and drunken cries.
Well, I don't like 'em either, still I go there.
To sit and sing, the same old song.
And I swear I'll love you all the time I'm gone.
Yes, I swear I'll love you all the time I'm gone.

Discography

As producer/engineer: Steven Fromholz, Rose & Judy, Bobby Bridger, Uncle Walt's Band, The Phil Woods Quartet (Grammy winner), The Harvey Pittel Saxophone Quartet, The Almost Brothers, Kenneth Threadgill, Lindsay Haisley, Ed Vizard and dozens more. As session player: scores more. As artist: the album It's All Balcones Fault, and his collection Taking Turns.
Fletcher taught audio production at Austin Community College for ten years, training scores of young engineers.