Justin Patterson

Justin Patterson

 Jackson, Mississippi, USA
BandCountryCover Band

The sway and swagger of the Bakersfield Sound. The hook, line, and sinker of the Nashville Establishment. The songwriting sensibility of the Texas Troubadour. The way of the world wisdom of the Wild West Cowboy. All mixed up with a dash of Mississippi's rich musical heritage.

Biography

Mississippi has a rich tradition of fostering artistic creativity and, for years, artists have mixed and matched genres and styles to achieve a sound that is uniquely their own.

None more so than Justin Patterson.

Based out of Jackson, smack dab in the middle of the state that has given birth to the blues, country and rock n’ roll, Justin has spent the better part of this past decade mastering the “gray area” between these genres.

Few people can give a definitive definition to the hybrid sound found on either of the Justin's self-financed independent releases, “Debut” (2006) and the more recent “Just Along for the Ride” (2008).

Some would call it twangy rock, others outlaw country.

Some might describe it simply as Americana.

No matter the label, one constant remains for this cowboy singer with a rock n’ roll band: an energetic live show that rivals any touring band on the road today.

Having already shared the stage with a diverse roster of artists, including Tracy Lawrence, The Randy Rogers Band, Sammy Kershaw, Cross Canadian Ragweed, Cary Hudson of Blue Mountain fame, Stoney LaRue & the Arsenals, Josh Gracin, Shelly Fairchild, Highway 101 and many others, Justin Patterson is branching out even further in 2011 bringing new music to new fans at music venues, festivals, fairs, and private events across the Southeast.

In describing his music, Patterson notes:

“If we played at a honky tonk, they would say we were too rock n’ roll.”

“If we played our style at a real hardcore rock club, they’d say we were too country.”

As an artist, Justin Patterson is fine with that, because blurring lines and blending genres is what he does best.

Venue Sampling:
The Bottling Co. (Hattiesburg, MS)
Mugshots (Jackson, MS)
The Icehouse (McComb, MS)
Fire (Jackson, MS)
Northgate Tavern (Baton Rouge, LA)
The Longshot (Oxford, MS)
Fat O’Harrys (Hattiesburg, MS)
The Celtic (Pascagoula, MS)
Left Field Sports Grill (Jackson, MS)
The Loft (Vicksburg, MS)
Benjamin’s On Main (Tupelo, MS)
The Alamo (Laurel, MS)
Club 43 (Canton, MS)
The Beechwood (Vicksburg, MS)
Roper’s (Hattiesburg, MS)
The Pub (Ridgeland, MS)
Otherfest ’08 (Rosedale, MS)
Liberty Heritage Days Festival (Liberty, MS)

Lyrics

The Buckin' Machine

Written By: Justin Patterson

I walked in and said set ‘em up Clyde
Straight in a row of eight for every second I’m gonna ride
Tonight’s the night I’m on the bucking machine
He said, slow down kid, not so fast
It’s mean and your green, it’ll put you on your &$$
I said Clyde, she was too
And she’s the reason why tonight
I’m taking my turn on the bucking machine

So I climbed on up, spurs in hand
Thinking I was tough, I was feeling like a man
I said to the boys in the band, play some Chris Ledoux
Cause tonight I think I might need
Some help getting in the mood
Tonight’s the night I’m taking my turn on the bucking machine

Round one didn’t go so well
It all happened so fast I couldn't even tell
How I ended up face down, feeling weak in my knees
Round two didn't go much better
This is bound to be the worst day I have ever
Had to go through, why is she doing this to me
Lord above, have mercy on me
Tonight's the night I'm taking my turn on the bucking machine

Round three, they say that three's a charm
I was so beat up and bruised I couldn't do no more harm
So I climbed back on to give it one more go
And wouldn't you know who just walked through the door
She's the reason why tonight
I'm taking my turn on the buckin' machine
Tonight's the night I'm taking my turn on the bucking machine

Just Along For The Ride

Written By: Justin Patterson

Just Along For The Ride
Words and Music by Justin Patterson.
© 2007 Cowboy Cool Music. All Rights Reserved.

Love ain't easy, love ain't kind
The weak and weary get left behind
So you fight the fight with all your might
And you try and try until you get it right
Get it right

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
Love's not black and white, love's black and blue
So you fight the fight with all your might
And you try and try until you get it right
Get it right

Hold your head up high and don't look down
The world's in your rearview mirror now
And if you don't look back and don't think twice
You'll realize that you're just along for the ride

Kick in the teeth, slap in the face
Everybody tells you you're a big disgrace
But you don't give in do you my friend
You choose not to lose, you're gonna win
So you fight the fight with all your might
And you try and try until you get it right
Get it right

Hold your head up high and don't look down
The world's in your rearview mirror now
And if you don't look back and don't think twice
You'll realize that you're just along for the ride

Hold your head up high and don't look down
The world's in your rearview mirror now
And if you don't look back and don't think twice
You'll realize that you're just along for the ride

Folding Money

Written By: Radney Foster

Folding Money
Words and Music by Radney Foster.
©. All Rights Reserved.

When I was just a boy my granddaddy took me to town one afternoon
He drove an LTD, wore a big white Stetson and two-tone cowboy boots
He said son here you go as he handed me a twenty just to see the look on my face
Said, don’t tell your mama nothing about it, don’t spend it all in one place

You see it takes folding money to get the deal done
Folding money to have a little fun
Folding money to pay a few bills
Eat a steak dinner, and cure a couple ills
Folding money you need a little stash
Some greenback dollars and cold hard cash
Save it for a rainy day or throw away a little bit son
It takes foldin’ money to get the deal done

Ever since the day I learned to earn a dollar I’ve been taking his advice to heart
‘Cause when a man finds the courage to keep his cash some romance is bound to start
Now romance is just like money, you can always get more if you’ve got it
And let me tell you friends I’m a lot more handsome with a C note in my pocket

You see it takes folding money to get the deal done
Folding money to have a little fun
Folding money to pay a few bills
Take a girl dancing and cure a couple ills
Folding money you need a little stash
Some greenback dollars and cold hard cash
Save it for a rainy day or throw away a little bit son
It takes folding money to get the deal done

It’s a pain in the back, it’s a cold hard fact gets to everybody sooner or later
You can give it to a charity and end some disparity or stock up your refrigerator
Couldn’t marry it or date it, it’ll kill you if you let it, you can blow it with nothing to show
It'll make your wallet fatter but the truth of the matter’s can’t take it with you when you go

You see it takes folding money to get the deal done
Folding money to have a little fun
Folding money to pay a few bills
Spread a little around, maybe cure a couple ills
Folding money you need a little stash
Some greenback dollars and cold hard cash
Save it for a rainy day or throw away a little bit son
It takes folding money to get the deal done

It Ain't Easy To Love A Liar

Written By: Justin Patterson

It Ain't Easy To Love A Liar
Words and Music by Justin Patterson.
© 2005 Cowboy Cool Music. All Rights Reserved.

It ain't easy to love a liar
It's like dancing to close to the fire
When I needed her she didn't needed me
That's one thing that's plain to see
As the flames rise higher and higher
Higher and higher

It ain't easy to love a liar
When you're wrapped in the arms of desire
She chose him when she could've chose me
Sometimes things aren't what they seem
The smokes rising higher and higher
Higher and higher

And it's killing me
Watching hopes and dreams
As they fade into the fire
What she don't know
I've learn on my own
It ain't easy to love a liar

It ain't easy to love a liar
It's like a bird holding onto a highwire
If he'd only spreads his wings
There's a chance that he fly
But the stakes are getting higher and higher
Higher and Higher

And it's killing me
Watching hopes and dreams
As they fade into the fire
What she don't know
I've learn on my own
It ain't easy to love a liar

It's a thin, fine line between right and wrong
And the line she crossed can't be undone
The fires burned out and so has trust
The embers soon will turn to dust
As the ashes rise higher and higher
Higher and higher

It ain't easy to love a liar
It ain't easy to love a liar
It ain't easy to love a liar
It ain't easy to love a liar

Last Call (For Alcohol)

Written By: Justin Patterson

Last Call For Alcohol
Words and Music by Justin Patterson.
© 2006 Cowboy Cool Music. All Rights Reserved.

Raise your glass, finish your beer
You don't have to go home but you can't stay here

'Cause it's last call for alcohol
It's your last chance
To feel ten feet tall
'Cause it's last call for alcohol

Reach for your wallet, pull out some cash
Head for the bar to pay your tab
Please remember, lest you'll offend her
If you forget and don't tip your favorite bartender

'Cause it's last call for alcohol
It's your last chance
To feel ten feet tall
'Cause it's last call for alcohol

It's been fun I'll admit
But it's closing time so it's time for you to split
I've played every song I know
I really hope you have enjoyed the show

But it's last call for alcohol
It's your last chance
To feel ten feet tall
'Cause it's last call
I said it's last call
Friends it's the last call for alcohol

Whiskey

Written By: Justin Patterson

Whiskey
Words and Music by Justin Patterson.
© 2007 Cowboy Cool Music. All Rights Reserved.

I smoke and I drink whiskey
I get buzzed and I get tipsy
'Cause ain't nobody gonna miss me
When I'm gone, when I'm gone

Sun comes up and it goes down
Every night's a different town
And there ain't nobody around
When I come home, when I come home

So I smoke and drink enough whiskey
To float a boat on the might Mississippi
'Cause ain't nobody gonna miss me
When I'm gone, when I'm gone

I can't see, I can't see
What made her leave, what made her leave
I close my eyes and I make believe
She's still here with me

I write songs to pass the time
Help myself to another line
If it don't rhyme it ain't a crime
It's just a song, It's just a song

People gonna say what people say
In at least a dozen different ways
And there mind ain't gonna change
Even if they're wrong, if they're wrong

So I smoke and drink enough whiskey
To float a boat on the might Mississippi
'Cause ain't nobody gonna miss me
When I'm gone, when I'm gone

I can't see, I can't see
What made her leave, what made her leave
I close my eyes and I make believe
She's still here with me

Monday's just like Sunday when I sleep all afternoon
Tuesday is my blues day and all I do is think about you
Wednesday is my friend day when I need a hand to hold
Thursday is the worst day 'cause I start feeling so blame old
On the weekend I start thinking
Maybe you'd come back home if I would stop drinking

Now I see, Now I see
What made her leave, what made her leave
I close my eyes and I make believe
She's right here with me

I smoked and I drank whiskey
I got buzzed and I got tipsy
'Cause I thought nobody would miss me
When I was gone, when I was gone

Wicked Heart

Written By: Justin Patterson

Wicked Heart
Words and Music by Justin Patterson.
© 2005 Cowboy Cool Music. All Rights Reserved.

I'm south of heaven, west of hell
East of nowhere as far as I can tell
I'm giving up on a life of love
Down and out but I'm sticking to my guns

I'll blame myself for what went wrong
But I'll blame you for every sad song
'Cause that's all I sing or so it seems
Since your wicked heart shattered all my dreams

It's a wicked, wicked game that you play
It's the wicked, wicked words that you say
For all the wicked, wicked things that you do
You're wicked heart will catch up to you

'Cause your wicked heart tore mine apart
And left behind an awful scar
I can't say when or even where
But I can tell you why I don't even care

It's a wicked, wicked game that you play
It's the wicked, wicked words that you say
For all the wicked, wicked things that you do
You're wicked heart will catch up to you

It's a wicked, wicked game that you play
It's the wicked, wicked words that you say
For all the wicked, wicked things that you do
You're wicked heart will catch up to you

Mississippi You're On My Mind

Written By: Jesse Winchester

Mississippi You're On My Mind
Words and Music by Jesse Winchester.
© 1974 Jesse Winchester. All Rights Reserved.

I think I see a wagon rutted road
With the weeds growing tall between the tracks
And along one side runs a rusty barbed wire fence
And beyond that sits an old tar paper shack

Mississippi you're on my mind
Mississippi you're on my mind
Oh, Mississippi you're on my mind

I think I hear a noisy old John Deere
In a field specked with dirty cotton lint
And beyond that field runs a little country creek
And there you'll find the cool green leaves of mint

Mississippi you're on my mind
Mississippi you're on my mind
Oh, Mississippi you're on my mind

I think I smell the honeysuckle vine
The heavy sweetness like to make me sick
And the dogs, my God, they're hungry all the time
And the snakes are sleeping where the weeds are thick

Mississippi you're on my mind
Mississippi you're on my mind
Oh, Mississippi you're on my mind

I think I feel the angry oven heat
The Southern sun just blazing in the sky
In the dusty weeds a fat grasshopper jumps
I want to make it to that creek before I fry

Mississippi you're on my mind
Mississippi you're on my mind
Oh, Mississippi you're on my mind

Mississippi you're on my mind
Mississippi you're on my mind
Oh, Mississippi you're on my mind

Lovin' Touch

Written By: Cary Hudson

Lovin' Touch
Words and Music by Cary Hudson.
© 2002 Cary Hudson, BMI. All Rights Reserved.

Like salty peanuts in my bottled coke
Or the punchline of my favorite joke, oh yeah
Like the first firefly that I saw this spring
Or a yo-yo dancing on the end of a string, oh yeah
I like a cool breeze on a summers day
Coming to blow all my blues away, oh yeah

That's the kind of woman that I need to find
Satisfy my soul and free my mind
That's the kind of feeling that I need so much
Healing hands of a lovin' touch
I need a lovin' touch

I like a hard rain on a red tin roof
It could soothe my brain don't you know it's the truth, oh yeah
I got nothing to do but just lay in the hay
It ain't nobody's business if I do it all day, oh yeah
Just one thing missing from my lazy world
A lazy man needs a lazy girl, oh yeah

If I ever find me a girl like that
I'll kick off my shoes and dance on my hat
'Cause that's the kind of feeling that I need so much
Healing hands of a lovin' touch
I need a lovin' touch

That's the kind of woman that I need to find
Satisfy my soul and free my mind
That's the kind of feeling that I need so much
Healing hands of a lovin' touch
If I ever find me a girl like that
I'll kick off my shoes and dance on my hat
'Cause that's the kind of feeling that I need so much
Healing hands of a lovin' touch
I need a lovin' touch

Discography

Just Along For The Ride (August 2008)
Track Listing:
1. Just Along For The Ride
2. Playin' My Dues
3. Johnny Loved June
4. Whiskey
5. Since We've Been In Love
6. Downtown
7. The Watchman's Gone
8. Wicked Heart
9. She Loves Waltzes
10. Folding Money
11. It Ain't Easy To Love A Liar
12. All I Can Do Is Write About It
13. Last Call (For Alcohol)

Debut (May 2006)
Track Listing:
1. Debut
2. Lovin' Touch
3. Shot Down
4. Memphis To My House
5. Ain't Leavin' Your Love (with Cary Hudson)
6. Sure Feels Right
7. Friends Don't Let Friends (Drink Alone)
8. Crazy Wind
9. Girls Are Gonna Rule The World
10. Ready To Be (featuring Dawn Aultman)
11. The Buckin' Machine
12. Mississippi You're On My Mind

Set List

Justin Patterson, featuring guitarist Matt McGuffie, bassist Nolan Guess, drummer Josh Barfield, and a host of musical guests are ready to hit the stage with their wide array of originals and covers. From opening for nationally and regionally recognized touring acts to headlining their own shows, they are the perfect fit for any size show.

With a repertoire of well over 90 minutes of original music or up to four 45+ minutes sets of some of the most entertaining cover songs, there are many ways to book Justin Patterson:

1) Solo – this is the most flexible option – from small events all the way up to opening act in larger venues. Justin loves to showcase his songwriting armed only with his acoustic guitar, harmonica, and the stories behind the songs.

2) Acoustic - a great choice for smaller venues, more intimate events, and as an opening act. Justin's acoustic show consists of himself and the accompanying musicians playing stripped down versions of all their favorites.

3) Fu