lois akin

lois akin

BandCountry

raw poetic country journey through emotion and humor

Biography

I was Born and raised in Nashville,Tennessee. I have always been in and around the music industry here. My mom said that I started to sing before I started talking. She would also have to tell us kids, my brother and sister and I not to sing at the dinner table! We just all loved to sing.

So as you may have guessed I come from a long line of singer/songwriters. My sister is my mentor and constant critic who has made her way in her own right here in Nashville. She is Matraca Berg and she co-wrote "Strawberry Wine" for one. She is also the youngest person to be nominated for the Country Music Hall of Fame! My brother in law, Jeff Hanna formed the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. My mommy Icie Berg is the first person whom gave me lessons in believing in myself and my talent. My Aunt Sudie has been singing and writing in town for years and pushes me towards pursuing my talents.

I live for now in the shadow of greatness. I am fighting to make a niche for myself by surrounding myself with the talent that cloaks our bloodline. I am hopefully going to be able to poke my own musical holes into the underbrush of a family tree. My grandmother Inga Berg had a huge voice that boomed throughout the barn for the milking cows, the kitchen band as well as for us and the congregations at the Lutheran church she blessed in Wisconsin. My voice is just as unashamed of power and projection. This is where me and my main vocal history originates.

I love love love to be onstage and enjoy the rush of having the talent and poetic ambition to share as my personal gift to my children to cherish and learn and grow from.

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Lyrics

cowgirl maria

Written By: lois akin and cecilia berg

Cowgirl Maria
08/10/2007
Cecilia Berg-Baird, Lois Akin

She rode into town on the back of a strawberry stallion
Every eye was upon her as she loped up to the bar
Two shots of whiskey to settle the dust gathered round her
Shadows in her eyes where there used to be stars

Cowgirl maria shadows in her eyes
Everyone can see that she’s a wildfire
and a legend in the wind

She stares thru emerald green dark with the death she has seen
men have tried to tame her, only one came close was jesse james
her love was as lawless as a wildfire on the Montana range
Still Hot to the touch after a day of desert rain.

Cowgirl Maria shadows in your eyes
Everyone can see that your Jesse’s wildfire
And a legend in the wind

Bridge:
Jesse James wanted to rob more than trains
His sights were set on that cowgirl’s heart
He didn’t feel that bullet in his brain
Even though he knew she’d do it from the start
Jesse James, feels no pain. Jesse James, feels no pain.

She rode out of town on the back of a Strawberry stallion
Every eye was upon her as she disappeared into the sun
One more heartbeat getting stronger as the burden gathered round her
She murdered the man but it’s too late for love to be undone

Cowgirl Maria shadows in your eyes
Everyone can see that you carry Jesse’s child
And the legend will never end.

war and a piece of my mind

Written By: lois akin

War and a piece of my mind
08/07/2007
Lois Akin

My baby asked me today
Has her daddy gone away?
Since 9/11 I have to say,
He’s gone to war but he’ll be back someday
Someday

Stranger pulls into my driveway
I hold my breath and I have to pray
Their not bringing the news today.
Today

I asked him not to go this time.
He’s missed most of his baby’s life.
here I am a single wife.
caught between war and a piece of my mind.

Hush a by you sweet little baby
Don’t you cry anymore
Since 9/11 your daddy has gone
He has gone off to war

I asked him not to go this time.
He’s missed most of his baby’s life.
here I am a single wife.
Caught between war and a piece of my mind.

crazy angel

Written By: lois akin

Sin on her mind love in her eyes
Dancing through clouds with a three step glide
Big belt buckle tight blue jeans
Cutest little angel any cowboy has seen
She’s got cowgirl boots butterflies on the side
Their so cool girl I wish they were mine.
She can mix and mingle like her wings were on fire
I hear cherubs talking about their desire
How they love to watch her at every angle
But no one wants to mess around with a crazy angel

Chorus:
Momma’s just a crazy angel now
Raising hell in heaven dancing through clouds
Momma’s just a crazy angel now
And I know that I will see her someday somehow.

You rarely hear cussing at heavens gate
She wasn’t just fussing she’d rather been late
She was kicking and screaming profanities
I’m surprised she made it never got on her knees
But Saint. Peter just waved her right on in
After he noticed Jesus’ big goofy grin.

Chorus:
Momma’s just a crazy angel now
Raising hell in heaven dancing through clouds
Momma’s just a crazy angel now
And I know that I will see her someday somehow.

without your wings

Written By: lois akin/ redwine

When I first started down this road You were right there by my side Didn't know it'd be a heavy load Or the price would be so high
Cause things aren't always as they seem And we've been 'round and 'round this dream...
Chorus
I'm on my way Be strong. I won’t lose faith
It won't be long 'Til I reach the place Where I can fly
Unafraid to touch the sky~Without your wings
Verse2
We don’t know what will come along But I know that I will make it through
Will they even listen to my song? Will it be with or without you?
‘Cause I’ll stand on my own two feet If you can’t look me in the eye and still agree…

Chorus
I'm on my way Be strong
Don't lose faith It won't be long
'Til I reach the place Where I can fly
In a velvet sapphire sky~Without your wings

Bridge:
I feel my body free of clouded memories
The wind is in my hair my fears they disappear

Chorus
I’m on my way, be strong
I won’t lose faith, it won’t be long
Til I have reached that place where I can fly
and touch the sapphire sky
Without your wings

home

Written By: lois akin/tierney

HOME

Pitch black picture nestled in the dark
Bluegrass shivers to the sound of the lark
Kentucky moonshine white lightning fills the sky
Pick blueberries half the day bluegrass all night

Chorus:
Home cradled in the branches of my family tree
Home her arms are always open the holler of Wallins creek

Place still looks like heaven from the bunkhouse swing
After all the hell we’ve been through I’ve only learned one thing
There’s a spirit in the music running through my family
And it sings to me in dreamtime four part harmony

Chorus:
Home cradled in the branches of my family tree
Home her arms are always open the holler of wallins creek

Bridge:
Cast my memory back there
No matter where I roam
I can feel my feet on the backroads leading home

Oh oh Home cradled in the branches of my family tree
Home her arms are always open the holler of Wallins creek

freedom isnt free

Written By: akin/redwine

Freedom Isn’t Free

Lois Akin, Kathy Redwine 2007

Two A.M. and the phone rings
Clears my head shakes off my dreams
Eternity in a second of time where my life hangs on the line
I hear your breath from the other side of the world
Asking how’s my Tennessee girls?
How’s my Tennessee girls?

Chorus:
Honey I guess we’re doing fine, day to day I walk the line
Between right and wrong and crazy.
Why you left I’ll guess I know but I ache for you at home
But I’m not getting caught up in maybes
Because freedom isn’t free
At least it’s not for me.

I’m too tired to say goodbye
I can’t stand the fears I fight
Our live are in their hands
Lying in the desert sand
Broken promises in the promised land
Broken promises in the promised land

Chorus:
Honey I guess we’re doing fine, day to day I walk the line
Between right and wrong and crazy.
God knows I hate for you to go
But I have to be strong for our babies
Beause freedom isn’t free
At least it’s not for me.

handpainted dream

Written By: lois akin

Lois Akin/Matraca Berg

Handpainted Dream 1994

I want a Cadillac, I want it to be black
Drive up to my Aunt Suidie’s House
See her smile real loud

I want a brand new pair of shoe
I want them to be patent leather black too

That’d be the life ,That’d be the life
Step into my ,woman, handpainted dream yeah

I want to be rich, body guards on either side
You be scared to look my way.
Want myself a driver, brand new pair of tits,
Yeah that’ll be it

That’d be the life, that’d be the life
Step into my, woman, handpainted dream yeah

I want to be a princess, uh princess Lo lo,
I want a palace in Paris
Dripping with diamonds from every tree.
I want to be princess Lo lo of hip hop, new rock and QVC

That’d be the life that’d be the life
Step into my ,woman , handpainted dream yeah

But what I got?
A Toyota that’s blue
Rotten pair of tennis shoe
Got myself drunk, a baby girl,
And you

canary in a coalmine

Written By: Lois Akin, Bruce Tierney

I've been broodin here for days in a segram seven haze since the last time you came by.
We grew restless in the heat and we rumpled all of my sheets then you said goodbye.
we stood inside the doorway and we kissed, then you vanished like the early morning mist.
Canary in a coalmine, I am weak but i protect you and I sense it like a gas leak, when your other loves neglect you. You come running here for cover cause you know deep down I crave you. Canary in a Coalmine and I die each time I save you.
From a picture window seat I sit staring at the street at the headlights in the rain.
Steamy southern night illuminated bright in my windowpane.
Then deja voodoo you are here once more.
I can hear your keys in my front door.
Canary in a coalmine, I am weak but I protect you. I sense it like a gas leak when your other loves neglect you. You come running here for cover cause you know deep down I crave you.
Canary in a coalmine, and I die each time I save you.

Discography

"Crazy Angel","Home","Freedom isn't Free","Cowgirl Maria", "Handpainted Dream"

Set List

crazy angel, my country, freedom isn't free,black and blues, bad dreams, hand painted dream, without your wings, real wild ride, guilty secrets,cowgirl maria, war and piece, sets are fourty five minutes to an hour