Gregg Morris & The Organic Music Farm

Gregg Morris & The Organic Music Farm

 Bend, Oregon, USA
BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Whether performing solo or as a band, Gregg Morris & The Organic Music Farm brings quality music to music lovers. With songwriting as the main focus, Gregg Morris & OMF shows include songs ranging from Americana to Country to Celtic to Rock & Roll.

Biography

Organic Music Farm is the perfect outlet for Gregg's handcrafted, quality songs. As a solo performer, Gregg is able to highlight the lyrics as they combine with his Nashwood Guitar. Listeners can hear songwriting influences ranging from Townes Van Zandt to Richard Thompson. Performing with his wife Kristin allows the songs to take on new vocal ranges, particularly the duets. Adding the cello styling of classically-trained Katherine Hilst allows the songs to expand beyond the typical singer/songwriter-based arrangements.
When performing in a more lively setting, Gregg Morris & The Organic Music Farm can add drums and an electric guitar to keep the music lovers moving.

Lyrics

Footwear at a Funeral

Written By: Gregg Morris

Footwear at a Funeral

(verse)
Blood-red moon shows the fire in the sky.
I wrestle with the truth, while he prepares to die.
8 hours of highway radio helps to pass the time.
But it’s Papa Staple, singing about Luke, that fills my mind.

(chorus)
It’s just all footwear at a funeral.
But the guest of honor don’t really care at all.
Your 15 cent shine that you got down the line
Won’t carry you home when you fall.

(Verse)
60 years is short enough for the questions in your mind.
36 years is long enough to be careful with what you find.
But Mr. Soul really knows exactly how I feel.
“Helpless in my earphones, helpless for real.

Chorus

(verse)
It’s funny about a gathering of the people that you know.
Neighbors, friends & good friends with best wishes they bring to show.
A collective sigh, a tear in the eye and a low murmur of rest in peace.
And me, I’m in the corner singing, “I Shall Be Released”.
And me, I’m in the corner singing, “I Shall Be Released”.

Chorus
Chorus

Outro (like intro)

The Devil takes Care of Its Own

Written By: Gregg Morris

The devil takes care of its own.

Intro
You never know what you might find
A half mile pass the county line.
When darkness falls and the fog rolls in
It don’t take a bad man to wrestle with sin.

verse
The way the days begin
Boy they really bring you down.
The way the day ends
They make sure you come around.
We keep it nice and free you see
Nice and easy breezy.
Cause the devil takes care of its own

You put away the cards
Cause you heard it was a sin.
You traveled near and far
But now you’re comin’ round again.
Put your money on the table
All that you are able.
Honey, let it ride

Solo
Verse chords 2 times!

The girls are really pretty
And they rarely ever curse.
Red hair, lips and high heels
More trouble than they are worth.
But they smile real wide
Drawing everybody’s eye.
You say, “When can I see you again?”

Immediately into bridge

She said step inside with a crooked smile as the band played in the background.
She said enjoy the ride all the while you wonder where the nights gone.
As the stars go home and the night succumbs the beat keeps things on the move.
You lost your phone and your body’s numb, you got nothing left to prove.

Back into last verse
So, take a left at the mailbox
Turn your lights down low.
At the end of the driveway
The stairs lead down below.
Throw your coat on the pile
My, it’s been quite awhile.
You’re gonna have a real good time.

Outro

You never know what you might find
A half mile pass the county line.
When darkness falls and the fog rolls in
It don’t take a bad man to wrestle with sin.

The Whiskeymaker's Wife

Written By: Gregg Morris

The Whiskeymaker’s Wife

Intro
The Whiskeymaker and his wife
Seem to lead the simple life.
Of taking walks and throwing stones
Working hard and resting bones.

Verse 1
A stones throw from the backwoods
Near the banks of the Mississippi
A Redwood cabin with a dirt brown floor
2 rooms and a family of 3
Daddy was a Freemason
His daddy and his daddy too
The only decree was the 3rd degree
Out of lodge # 642.

Chorus
Whiskeymaker take my pain away cause
I don’t know what to say or how it got this way.
I know she’s a flower and my loves unsung
She comes on like a bee as I just wait to get stung.

Verse 2
Mama kept her garden growin
With water, love, and care
Hard work shaped her body
While the sun lightened the hair.
Me, I’m a traveling salesman
Just trying to peddle my wares
It won’t be long til I am gone
To some place I call nowhere.

Chorus

Verse 3
Blacksmith, the farmer, the baker’s house
He must have passed by them all
Just to stand at the screen door
And watch her walk down the hall
Sevilla, London, Istanbul
They occupied my life.
But none made my heart skip a beat
I’m in love with this country life.
And the Whiskeymaker’s wife.

Outro
The Whiskeymaker and his wife
Planned to lead the simple life
Of taking walks and throwing stones
Working hard and resting bones
All good things must come to an end
Ain’t it true for both us and them.

Discography

A Little Bit of Truth (2010)