Michael Kelly

Michael Kelly

 Annapolis, Maryland, USA
SoloFolkSinger/Songwriter

Polished, melodic guitar playing and soulful vocals provide the perfect delivery for colorful observations and humble, inside views of the world.

Biography

Michael Kelly is an Annapolis, Maryland based songwriter. His music is drawn from a wide range of influences, including folk, blues, rock, country and bluegrass. Lyrically, his stories reflect the times. Songs about love lost and love found, soldiers, watermen and refugees; those down on their luck and those bouncing back. He has opened up for performers such as NRBQ, John Lee Hooker, and Motown legend Junior Walker among others and  recently received recognition for his song Cowboy in the 2012 Mid-Atlantic Songwriters Contest. A recent reviewer wrote: Catchy unique melodies combined with polished guitar playing provides the perfect delivery for his colorful observations and humble, inside view of the world. Please see michaelkellytunes.com for more information.  


Lyrics

Antietam

Written By: Michael Kelly

Well we came up from Manassas 'cross the river wide
I saw Robert Lee on Traveller stirrin' up the pride
Ain't nothing in our bellies 'cept apples and green corn
Some are walking barefoot, every soul is worn

We marched right through Frederick singing "Oh Maryland"
But no one joined the chorus and it wounded us right then
A young girl offered water on the outskirts of town
Her brother worked the well pump, they both kept looking 'round.

My family's all from Georgia but my brother's wearing blue
He's fighting for the Union, never could let others do
I wonder how he's doing, haven't seen him now in years
Sometimes I lay awake at night just fighting back the tears.

There's a cornfield waiting just 'round the bend
If I could fly away right now you know I surely would
The dawn is surely coming, the rain keeps falling down
Night bird is singing, such a mournful sound.

And I remember Sunday afternoons
Sitting on the front porch
Watching May turn into June
Mama cooking supper
Kids all running 'round
Lord how I wish
We were homeward bound.

The skirmish started early, it was well before the dawn
I'm cold and wet and hungry, ain't no sleeping on this ground
I bet my brother's praying just the same as me
Praying that we make it out of this misery.

There's a cornfield waiting just 'round the bend
If I could fly away right now you know I surely would
The dawn is surely coming, the rain keeps falling down
Night bird is singing, such a mournful sound.
Cornfield's waiting ...
Cornfield's waiting ...
Cornfield's waiting.

Country Waltz

Written By: Michael Kelly

The rivers run low when August comes 'round
The fields turn to brown and the night changes sound
As he drove 'cross the bridge thought he saw a fish rise
Summer was down to its last firefly

(chorus)
The bright hues of neon waited ahead
Behind him the Sun went from orange to red
He was looking for true love, might settle for less
Just what he'd find was anyone's guess

The war left him angry, tired and torn
Chased him right back to where he'd been born
He knew that time was a thief and he prayed she would heal
He was doing his best just to keep it all real

(chorus)

The radio played an old cajun reel
Then a slow country waltz, he kept time on the wheel
It's one day at a time, you don't know 'till you try
He drove straight ahead, his eyes on the sky.

(chorus)