matt hoggatt

matt hoggatt

 Gautier, Mississippi, USA
BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

If tears could cry and sand between your toes was a sound...it would explain the basis for this songwriter's simple songs about truth, family, hometown and the stories that go along with all the above.

Biography

Matt Hoggatt was born and raised on the Ms Gulf Coast in the heart of "Katrina country" in the small town of Gautier, Ms. Having been a member of marching bands all his life, it was no surprise that Matt enlisted into the U.S Army National Guard band after high school where he served honorably for 7 years. Matt's music is best described as "Gulf-Western-Americana" compared to the likes of Jimmy Buffett, John Mellencamp, Chris Knight and Steve Earle. If you like sand in your toes, tears in your beer and laughing until you hurt......there is a song for you.

Recent Kudos:

* "Katrina Song" was chosen as the profile song for the weather channel's Myspace page.

* Matt was one of the talented winners of the 2008 songwriter audition at the Blue Bird Cafe in Nashville. He will be performing in January.

* "This is Home" was selected as the theme song for local televesion show "Coastal Living with Troy and Susan."

Lyrics

generation x

Written By: matt hoggatt

i was 17 when cobain died, we were parked in a field in a 4 wheel drive, blarin nirvana on the radio and drinking beer.

no it wasn't seattle, or north L.a, it was south mississippi on a hot summer day, and everyone wondered where we'd go from here.

metallica tshirts and cowboy boots, generation x'rs with country roots back when you could catch a video on MTV.

that same year we had another woodstock, and billy ray cyrus made country rock and president clinton was sittin in the whitehouse seat.

{CHORUS} that was then, this is now, we gotta find a way to get along somehow. and make this world a
little better for our children too. cause generation x aint writing no i.o.u's.

well their generation grew up with dylan, the vietnam war, Hank Williams and lennon so they know how it felt to lose somebody too.

just like them we had shoes to fill from berkley to the opry to the battlefield, but i don't think weve done all we can do.

so the next time you hear one of their songs, no matter if your left, if your right or your wrong, remember where your from and where your
heading to.

the burden is ours alone to bear, to make this world a little better here, and give it back a little better when we are through.

{CHORUS} that was then, this is now, we gotta find a way to get along somehow. and make this world a
little better for our children too. cause generation x aint writing no i.o.u's.

repeat

Falling

Written By: matt hoggatt

i sat down on the beach one day with a bottle in my hand. trying to kill the last sip it
contained. thinking of all the things im not and all the things i am. suddenly i felt quite
ashamed.

i felt like i was falling, from the sky. and i could see the world beneath my eyes.

If you can't help keep me from falling, would you help me if i land. If you can't help keep me
from falling down...baby I still understand.

I sat down on my bed one day with a bible in my hand. Looking for a verse that i could read.
One with all the answers that i could understand.You know I never really read that book that deep.

Then I felt just like a soldier, in a war between to sides. Where one of them is reason, and the other one is lies.

If you can't help keep me from falling, would you help me when i land. If you can't help keep me
from falling down...believe me I still understand.

A friend of mine called one day with a pistol in his hand. looking for a reason to put it down. He said he
had the life he dreamed about, then he watched it slip away. And he was ready for a tombstone in the ground.

Well I told him all the reasons, why he should hang around. and when the phone went dead, I called back and my walls came tumbling down.

He said. If you can't help keep me from falling, would you help me when i land. If you can't help keep me
from falling...believe me I still understand.

21 At Normandy

Written By: Matt S. Hoggatt

well i heard him crying out for god, in his favorite rocking chair. on a sunday afternoon while all the family was there.
he'd been sleeping like a baby. the way that old folks do. when he had a dream that woke him up that he wished had not been true.
he was walking up a hillside, with a kid from arkansas. when they started taking mortar rounds, he watched his buddies fall.
there was no time to ask for cover fire, it was all that he could do. to dig in deep, stay down low ans pray to god he'd make it through.

cause he turned 21 at normandy, with a rifle in his hand. no birthday card form mama, just bullets blood and sand. yea he came home with some
medals, a little shrapnel in his hand. 21 at normandy, what a way to make a man.

granddaddy kept on fighting, long after he got home. found comfort in the bottle, more than grandma would let on. on the day they had my
daddy, he said the fight in him was through, but he fought that war when the lights went out and the dreams came seaping through.

cause he turned 21 at normandy, with a rifle in his hand. no birthday card form mama, just bullets blood and sand. yea he came home with some
medals, a little shrapnel in his hand. 21 at normandy, what a way to make a man.

no he never talked about it much, it was all too much to understand. 21 at normandy, what a way to make a man.

something aint right to me

Written By: matt s. hoggatt

i wish we could go back to 83, when a ten dollar bill bought beer and gasolein
and nobody wondered if baseball was clean. Now something aint right to me.
there's a big ole hole in the atmosphere, there's hybrid cars and diet beer. what ever happened to the bible round here,
something aint right to me.

chorus:

something aint right to me, turn on your local news and I think you'll agree. live or die im gonna get by,
but something ain't right to me.

VERSE 2:

we got people dying in the middle east, people dying on our city streets. welcome to the land of democracy, something aint right
to me. the prisons are full and the tension is high, between man and woman yellow red black and white, its 21 to drink but 18 to die
something aint right to me.

chorus:

something aint right to me, how come every bad decision seems to start in D.C? live or die im gonna get by,
but something ain't right to me.

VERSE3:

Well the price of gasolein is going through the roof, pretty soon we'll drive around on 90 proof. the sad thing is, this song's the truth
something ain't right to me.there's a million people in the welfare line, working like a dog trying to make a free dime.
these are my opinions yall and my how they rhyme.
but something aint right to me.

chorus:

something aint right to me, yea this country's turned in to a SUV. live or die im gonna get by,
but something ain't right to me.

something aint right to me, no i aint a rocket scientist with a PHD. but live or die im gonna get by,
but something ain't right to me.

plans

Written By: matt s. hoggatt

i dont quite recall, the first thing that i said, the moment that i found out i was gonna be a dad.
im sure i sounded happy i hope that she thought so. i was scared to death of what to do but i couldnt
let it show.

once it all sank in, i was happy as could be, but we had to tell our parents, and i still aint bought a
ring. i scraped up some money, and bought one on the fly. i took a knee, it fit perfectly and i
watched my baby cry.

sometimes life aint what ya plan. if it was we'd all be giving back the things we got instead.
like our friends and family too. who showed up today to hear us say I do. Baby i know its been
a long road, but i know one things true. i always planned on making plans with you.

there's folks i wish could be here, that have gone and passed away. i feel them watchin over us, as
we gather here today. sometimes i think about them, and i start to shed a tear, but guardian angels
got a job to do, and today they brought us here.

sometimes life aint what ya plan. if it was we'd all be giving back the things we got instead.
like our friends and family too. who showed up today to hear us say I do. Baby i know its been
a long road, but i know one things true. i always planned on making plans with you.

baby take my hand, you and me there's nothing that we can't do. I'll always plan on making plans with you.

seventeen

Written By: Matt Hoggatt

Seventeen (by Matt Hoggatt)
V1
Just a small town bow with big town dreams. High school jersey number 17. everybody said he was going to state, but he never made it past the playoff game. He blew out his knee when he fumbled the ball, coach said son you could have had it all. But now he’s got a wife and family. And the kids all call him coach on the junior league. You can hear him say:

CHORUS
Life aint one big football game, it’s a push and pull, give and take. Suck it up and walk on by, take it on the chin kinda ride. Aint nothing wrong with falling down. Its how you get up that really counts. The good lord listens and so does your family. Things I wish I knew at 17

V2
Just a small town girl with big town dreams, the star of every show on the local scene. Everybody knew she’d hit it big one day but fame don’t wait for a baby on the way. At night she’d sing her daughter to bed, dreaming she was singing on the stage instead. But now she teaches acting and ballet. And the teenage girls all listen when the hear her say.

CHORUS
Life aint a song in a Broadway play, it’s a push and pull, give and take, a baby crying and one on the way know you got them bills to pay. Aint nothing wrong with falling down. Its how you get up that really counts. The good lord listens and so does your family. Things I wish I knew at 17

BRIDGE:

I think back to my senior year, full of broken hearts and too much beer and wish that I could change the things I did. I wouldn’t have quit the team that fall, or lost her love in Panama. I’d been more like a man and not a kid.

CHORUS
Life aint learned in a football game, a country song or a Broadway play. It’s a suck it up and walk on by, take it on the chin kind of ride. Aint nothing wrong with falling down. Its how you get up that really counts. The good lord listens and so does your family. Things I wish I knew at 17

At seventeen

At seventeen

some kind of blue

Written By: matt hoggatt

Some Kind Of Blue
By: Matt Hoggatt 20009

The call came in around 3 a.m, her daddy said she’d been drinking again. The sheriff said he would send someone out to find her. A rookie cop with the local p.d., found her car on route 63. He radioed in he’d never seen anything like it. She was sitting in the driver’s seat with a bottle and a fourty-five; she scribbled the word goodbye on a box of Marlboro lights before she died.

She must have been some kind of blue inside. She must have been some kind of blue inside, before she died.

I met a man in New Orleans He lived on the street with his friend Jim Beam. He spent his nights underneath the I-10 Bridge. He had a family when he came home from the corps, but he lost them to drinking and dreams of the war. A faded picture is all he kept of his life. He laid down on the tracks one night in front of a westbound train. But all the brakes in the whole wide world couldn’t stop the wheels of fate before he died.

He must have been some kind of blue inside. He must have been some kind of blue inside, before He died.

(repeat chorus)

When War Wasn't War

Written By: Matt Hoggatt / Leroy Young

BACK WHEN WAR WASN’T WAR
(Young and Hoggatt)

We were 8 years old pretending that Uncle Sam called us to fight
With our bb guns, camouflage pants, and old Swiss Army knives
JT was my battle buddy, we were pint-sized green berets
He’d have my back if those squirrels attacked around our secret base
And the scars we got while fighting, were all healed by supper time
We never lost a battle in that little town of mine

Back when war wasn’t war and your best friend didn’t bleed
When that yelling in the darkness was just my mama calling me
We folded paper airplanes ‘stead of folding flags to mourn
Back when time was all we had to kill … and war wasn’t war

We signed our names on the dotted line when we both turned eighteen
After 13 weeks of sweat ‘n’ blood, they shipped us overseas
Tonight Sarge ordered lock and load, take a knee and pray
Then we felt the gates of hell open up on Judgment Day
It was like the world exploded, we’d stumble and we’d fall
Wishing we were bullet proof as we were when we were small

[Repeat Chorus 1]

Oh the battle’s finally over, and I’m kneeling by JT
Like I used to do on summer days in games of make believe
He’d be laughing in the backyard, chasing me around
Then I’d yell bang bang you’re dead and he’d fall down

Back when war wasn’t war and my best friend didn’t bleed
When that yelling in the darkness was just my mama calling me
We folded paper airplanes ‘stead of folding flags to mourn
Back when time was all we had to kill … and war wasn’t war

Back when peace was just a sign we’d make…. and war wasn’t war

Bullet Through His Earnhardt

Written By: Hoggatt/Young

Bullet In His Earnhardt
(Hoggatt and Young)

She waited up for him for the very last time
With a 38 special and a bottle of wine
Staring at his picture on the wall of their doublewide
When he stumbled in the bedroom, looking confused
She let the hammer fall on her years of abuse
And shot the only thing he ever loved in his whole life

She put a bullet in his Earnhardt
His favorite piece of fine modern art
Yea that autographed poster was a picture of his fantasy
She knew right where to hurt him
Might as well have shot his girl friend
Now he’s crying like a baby
And his world’s just falling apart
With a bullet in his Earnhardt.

Now he’s lookin for duct tape, lookin for paint
To put it back together but I bet he can’t
Cause there’s a hundred pieces of it flying through the air
Hes walkin around half crazy half blinde, bumping into things like he lost his mind
He never was religious but he’s down on his knees in prayer


[REPEAT CHORUS]

Now he’s checking Craig’s List, scrolling EBay
Trying to find one to take the place
Of that one-time hand-signed limited edition print
He screams when he sees one like his, with only one hour for final bids
Of twenty two thousand dollars and thirty two cents

[REPEAT CHORUS] with slight change:
She put a bullet in his Earnhardt
His favorite piece of fine art
Now, that priceless poster is a picture of his fantasy etc. etc.

[REPEAT CHORUS]

[TALK OUT]
Now He’s walking that double-wide end to end
Crying ‘twenty two thousand and twenty two cents’ again and again and again
And falling apart
With a bullet through his Earnhardt

Bullet Through His Earnhardt

Written By: Hoggatt/Young

Bullet In His Earnhardt
(Hoggatt and Young)

She waited up for him for the very last time
With a 38 special and a bottle of wine
Staring at his picture on the wall of their doublewide
When he stumbled in the bedroom, looking confused
She let the hammer fall on her years of abuse
And shot the only thing he ever loved in his whole life

She put a bullet in his Earnhardt
His favorite piece of fine modern art
Yea that autographed poster was a picture of his fantasy
She knew right where to hurt him
Might as well have shot his girl friend
Now he’s crying like a baby
And his world’s just falling apart
With a bullet in his Earnhardt.

Now he’s lookin for duct tape, lookin for paint
To put it back together but I bet he can’t
Cause there’s a hundred pieces of it flying through the air
Hes walkin around half crazy half blinde, bumping into things like he lost his mind
He never was religious but he’s down on his knees in prayer


[REPEAT CHORUS]

Now he’s checking Craig’s List, scrolling EBay
Trying to find one to take the place
Of that one-time hand-signed limited edition print
He screams when he sees one like his, with only one hour for final bids
Of twenty two thousand dollars and thirty two cents

[REPEAT CHORUS] with slight change:
She put a bullet in his Earnhardt
His favorite piece of fine art
Now, that priceless poster is a picture of his fantasy etc. etc.

[REPEAT CHORUS]

[TALK OUT]
Now He’s walking that double-wide end to end
Crying ‘twenty two thousand and twenty two cents’ again and again and again
And falling apart
With a bullet through his Earnhardt

Discography

Live from the Homestead