Mike Cullison

Mike Cullison

 Nashville, Tennessee, USA
BandCountrySinger/Songwriter

Songs for everyman, woven into the daily fabric of life, by an under the radar honky tonk rocket. "It's blue collar country in the vein of Merle Haggard with an edge." Acoutic Rainbow

Biography


From the Oklahoma-Texas area to Atlanta to Nashville and stints in Europe, Mike's journey has been an extraordinary one. Mike’s innate writing skills and love of music merged early on. Raised in Oklahoma, he grew up on Country Western and Honky Tonk - moving into a diverse blend of music as a young man in the 60s. Many of his influences are: The Beatles, Hank Williams, Bob Dylan, Jimmy Buffett, Delbert McClinton and all the great story tellers of years gone by.

Professionally, Mikes career began in the small clubs and honky tonks of Oklahoma City - moving on to Atlanta in 1988 to expand his opportunities and sharpen his writing skills. While in Atlanta he worked with the Lowry Group and subsequently met Don Goodman, a successful Nashville writer with many hits including Angels Among Us and Ring on her finger time on her hand. With Don's encouragement, Mike made the move to Nashville in 1995 to have access to the larger writing community. One of those connections led to a European tour with Johnny Neel and the Italian power trio W.I.N.D.

Mike's songs reflect his diverse background. His initial release, BAC, has a Rock-a-Billy feel to it. The newly released, Blue Collar Tired, contains a blend of country and rock with a honky tonk feel. Both are sure to please everyone.

Lyrics

Big American car

Written By: Mike Cullison

Big American Car

Well I'm movin' down the road in the land of the free
Pumpin' up the economy
She's not a gas hog, she's a stimulator
At a hundred miles an hour she's a real hell raiser

Lord I get a thrill when I go for a ride
Ain't nothin' like the highway in the middle of the night
I keep the dash board lights turned way down low
I'm a low slung rocket I'm a UFO

(chorus)
She loves to moan those blacktop blues
With the radio up and runnin' on cruise
I'm sittin pretty in the lap of luxury
Do you wanna ride in my B.A.C.?

My little woman she loves my wheels
She likes the way that my motor feels
Well I may look like a fifty-five Olds
But I can still take you anyplace you wanna go

Blue Collar Tired

Written By: Cullison/Neel

Everybody thinks my pockets are deep
But what about these mouths that I gotta feed
If I get a raise it's already gone
My little list goes on and on
Sometimes I think I'm coming unwired
I got me a case of the blue collar tired

I hardly see my woman 'cause she's workin' too
We're doing all that two bodies can do
Up before dawn and down after dark
Nothing comes easy,yeah the lessons are hard
What good are dreams if they won't take you higher
I'll go to my grave being blue collar tired
(chorus)
I'm blue collar tired of what's going on
I can barely afford my blue collar home
Let me hit the numbers, let me find a fire
Let me have some rest, I'm blue collar tired

Well me and my boss we don't get along
We're on different pages of different songs
Now one kid wants a car, another wants a bike
Me and my oldest are startin' to fight
I could tell you some stories but I'm preachin' to the choir
It's a middle class drama and I'm blue collar tired

The Grapes of Wrath are Ripe Again

Written By: cullison/rakes/neel

The Grapes of Wrath are Ripe Again

verse: A sad circumstance caused a migration west
To fields of honey, and shadows of death
Cold and hunger were all that they feared
As sixty-six became a trail of tears

chorus: Oh the grapes of wrath are ripe again
Row upon row all across the land
A desperate wind scatters broken men
Oh the grapes of wrath are ripe again

verse: I thought hard work would bring good return
But the rich get richer is the lesson learned
And the naked truth is a mortal sin
To see the grapes are riper, riper than they've ever been.

chorus: Oh the grapes of wrath are ripe again
Row upon row all across the land
A desperate wind scatters broken men
The grapes of wrath are ripe again

verse The bosses sell jobs and the banks buy farms
This is just the calm before the storm
'Cause I'm stuck here like my daddy back then
Pickin' grapes of wrath again

chorus: Oh the grapes of wrath they're ripe again
Row upon row all across the land
A desperate wind scatters broken men
The grapes of wrath they're ripe again

Watch the wind scatter broken men
The grapes of wrath are ripe again

Pour Hank On The Pain

Written By: Mike Cullison

Pour Hank On The Pain
Mike Cullison

It feels like years these last few days
Since my woman walked away
She caught me at my cheatin’ game
Now all I can do is pour some Hank on the pain

No honky tonk angel can help my heart
There were too many pieces when I fell apart
I hope Luke the Drifter can explain
Mister won’t you help me pour some Hank on the pain
(chorus)

‘Cause I dance with her mem’ry ev’ry night
Wearin’ out the jukebox, I’m so lonesome I could cry
It cuts so deep the guilt and the shame
Make mine a double and pour old Hank on the pain

Those lonesome songs they sure ring true
When there’s nothing in the world that a fool can do
I only have myself to blame
And all I can do is pour some Hank on the pain
(chorus)

If she’d take me back I’d wear a ball and chain
But all I can do is pour ol’ Hank on the pain

Wish I Didn't like Whiskey

Written By: Mike Cullison

Wish I Didn’t Like Whiskey

When I go out to have a good time
I find them standing all in line
Inviting me out on thin ice
And once again I didn’t think twice

chorus
Wish I didn’t like whiskey, wish it didn’t like me
I don’t need friends, no not like these
They revel in my misery
I wish I didn’t like whiskey, wish it didn’t like me

Where’d I meet them, how long’s it been
I just can’t turn my back on them
They’re always there when I hit the ground
Let me tell you neighbor, it’s a long way down

chorus

Maybe someday I’ll find an old barstool
Where they won’t know I’ve played the fool
But the only truth in this poor boy’s life
Is I can run but I just can’t hide

Baby Doll

Written By: Mike Cullison

Baby Doll

She's got her huzzie shoes on and a short tight dress
Fish net hose will put a man to the test
Ruby red lips and a sexy smile
Make a grown man act just like a child

(chorus)
She's my Baby Doll
My my my my my baby doll
She's got the whole package,she's got it all
I come runnin' when I hear her call
She's my Baby Doll

Lord you ought to see her in those faded jeans
She's every man's wish and a school boy's dream
Ilove to see her comin' 'cause she's got what it takes
To make me tremble and make me shake

Rayetta ain't got nothin'
Ophelia ain't got nothin'
She's the only girl in town that can turn me around
She can kick back and she can get down

Miss Maggie Rose

Written By: Mike Cullison

Miss Maggie Rose

I was drifting along on any old breeze
Rollin’ around like a tumbleweed
Down in Texas ‘bout as low as I could go
When I landed at the feet of Miss Maggie Rose

Can’t say why she took a shine to me
A rough and rowdy cowboy in faded jeans
She put an end to an endless road
Now I cherish the heart of Miss Maggie Rose

chorus
A lovelier flower I have never seen
She answered prayers and gave truth to dreams
A magical moment only lovers know
When I was picked by the hand of Miss Maggie Rose

As our love grows it’s one for all time
Shakespear could have used us in one of his rhymes
An eternal fire that will always glow
About a simple man’s love for Miss Maggie Rose

Beyond The Madness

Written By: Mike Cullison

This might come as some surprise
You got me going out of my mind
It's what you do to me when we're alone in the dark
'Cause just beyond the madness heaven starts

chorus Heaven starts when I taste your kiss
And feel the fire of your fingertips
All it takes is one little spark
'Cause just beyond the madness heaven starts

If this keeps up you can't blame me
For falling off the deep end so easily
You got a straight jacket on my heart
And just beyond the madness heaven starts

chorus Heaven starts when I taste your kiss
And feel the fire of your fingertips
All it takes is one little spark
'Cause just beyond the madness heaven starts

Well I'm certified in love with you
When we touch I come unglued
So come here to me and let me fall apart
'Cause just beyond the madness heaven starts

chorus

Cullison Music BMI/SongJones Music ASCAP

Discography

BAC- Big American Car 2004
Blue Collar Tired 2007
Walking In a New Direction, 2010 , W.I.N.D. (Italy)
Truckers Tracks Vol 1&2
Project Route 66 vol 1
Cuts by Johnny Neel, W.I.N.D.(Italy)Len Doolin,Shane Morgan,Mike Dyche, James R, Rickey Godfrey & Charles Wells

Set List

Mostly original songs inspired by the blues, country standards and a healthy helping of old R&R. Sets of 13-15 songs.