Jay Faircloth

Jay Faircloth

 Tucson, Arizona, USA
BandCountryBlues

Performing an eclectic selection of songs, Jay has established himself as an expert entertainer & gifted guitar player. Jay is a definitive example of the Red Dirt sound. Jay’s original songs carry a poignancy inside them that reaches into the soul and resonates with the listener’s heart.

Biography

Although he spent his first years in rural southwest Georgia, Jay was also raised in Florida, Alabama and Arizona. Several years after his return to Athens, GA Jay began his music career at just 20 years old. However, it’s been these last few years he has able to really explore his talent and clarify his style.

Due to a devoted fan base that stretches over decades & distance, Jay has been featured on both KTEX in Brenham, TX and KIIM in Tucson, AZ. On average, Jay plays 4 nights a week at a variety of restaurants and bars in the Tucson area. In addition to his regular gigs at Sakura Teppan, Cowpony, The Bashful Bandit and The Irish Pub, Jay also finds himself to be a frequent request at community events and private parties.

In addition to his music schedule, Jay is a candidate for a PhD in Reproductive Physiology from the University of Arizona here in Tucson (he has already achieved a Master's in the same field as well as a BS in Agricultural Economics). In 2002, Jay joined the staff at Al-Marah Arabians where he is now the Assistant Farm Manager, the Breeding Manager and the Apprentice Coordinator. For the last several years, he has also been teaching Biology through Pima Community College. Jay lives on-site at Al-Marah with his family.

Influences include: Darius Rucker, Joe Cocker, Edwin McCain, Marc Broussard, Eddie Vedder, Allman Bros., Lifehouse, Matchbox 20, Hank Jr., Mofro, Bob Seger, Stoney Larue

Lyrics

Gutless Romantic

Written By: Jay Faircloth

She works late nights, except on Sundays
She never lets her whole mouth, smile at a time.
She’s waitin’ tables, waited her whole life
Not really lookin’ hard, just feelin’ the winds change.

She asked me if I was ready to order,
And I thought you and me tonight,
And a dash for the border.
I see fear flash, in those dark eyes
Tells me that thought and orders
Won’t be the same.

Who’s the coward, who’s the angel
Who’s the night watch,
While I’m rollin’ this thing down.
Was it in her heart, was it in her eyes,
Was it in the movies, on a street across town.
I want to believe it was never meant to be,
Then again I want to believe, that it’s just
The gutless romantic in me.

I wrote down the words, and checked on my grammar.
Tried to tell her for the longest time, she’s kept me up nights.
I can tell in her face that she don’t think she’s beautiful,
And she can see in mine just how wrong she can be.

The words go on, to speak forever,
Of a little place,
We could call our own.
Except on Sundays, she asks for my order
And I smile in her hopeless eyes,
And breathe my words to the night

Who’s the coward, who’s the angel
Who’s the night watch,
While I’m rollin’ this thing down.
Was it in her heart, was it in her eyes,
Was it in the movies, on a street across town.
I want to believe it was never meant to be,
Then again I want to believe, that it’s just
The gutless romantic in me.

I want to believe it was never meant to be,
Then again I want to believe, that it’s just
The gutless romantic in me.