Mister Leroy Stedmund

Mister Leroy Stedmund

 Salt Lake City, Utah, USA
BandFolkCountry

Hi, and may I say… velcumed to my mind. You are in good company. Now

Have you ever noticed how the sage falls suddenly into the night, of wands.

For I… I am the manikin. Sheep.

You, Uncle John, are just as I. And we.

Where are we?


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Never ever say I can’t and or I won’t

Biography

Mister Leroy Stedmund is an American band based in Salt Lake City, Utah. Made up of Stephen Stanley and Adam Torreano.

Lyrics

Mind of Blues

Written By: Stephen Stanley

A bottle of liquor and a mind of blues
I don't want nothing but helping hand
Cause I lost my way on this cold cold road called you

Sixteen years of loving you are gone
Thirty-two of them were wrong
Now I'm drinking whiskey with some gal that I don't know
That's not right that's not right

We'll I've been treated better by a whore
And I've been lied to less by a monkey flinging shit
But I won't bow my head cause it's like my daddy said
Hey say don't cry son don't cry

I'm drinking with my friends getting trashed
And every time your name comes up I take another shot
You had your way of loving and I have my way of hurting
I don't care I don't care

Come Off that Rail

Written By: Stephen Stanley

All my life I listened to train songs so I thought I’d have a chug
Now I’m fucked cause I can’t drive
Yeah I’m fucked come off that rail

Well it was easy when I started you just pull that lever and ride
Then you tug that chain and it goes choo choo all the people wave and say hi
Now I’m fucked cause I can’t drive
Yeah I’m fucked come off that rail

About a half mile back I saw a red light up ahead I see some gates
And there’s some old guy in stripped overalls running beside me yelling
“What the fuck are you doing!?�
Now I’m fucked cause I can’t drive
Yeah I’m fucked come off that rail

I joined the birds before it parted the train didn't make the turn
And as I jumped the engine and caboose hit the ditch running side by side
Now I’m fucked cause I can’t drive
Yeah I’m fucked come off that rail

I guess my glory road is over there’s whiskers on the rise
The cinder dick and a weasel in the weeds got the dick scratcher on the line
Now I’m fucked cause I can’t drive
Yeah I’m fucked come off that rail

They said I wet my mule in the firebox I said I’ll wet my mule where I want
They said I’ll never reach Indian Valley I said I will if I ride the rods
Now I’m fucked cause I can’t drive
Yeah I’m fucked come off that rail

Jack Brown

Written By: Adam Torreano

And blue...
And blue...

My name’s Jack Brown and I’ve done some bad
I’m straight out jail cause an honest girl told me that
If I straighten up my ways I can come and visit her
Now step aside there sire or some pain I’ll administer
It don’t matter if you’re her father my intentions are true
And I’ll be courting her all the same just as I’m through with you

I didn’t mean to hurt him Carmine you know my temper’s bad
I can’t control my fists when I’m full of mad
I didn’t mean to hurt him Carmine please give me one more chance
He called me a dirty hack so I beat him till’ he was black and blue

And blue...
And blue...

Well I pleaded my case to her but it was not damned good
That hard headed woman she never really understood
How much I loved the way that her eyes would shine
But never no more would they look back into mine
Cause she made me hit the road never to return
That fair skinned woman whose heart I’ll always yearn

I didn’t mean to hurt him Carmine you know my temper’s bad
I can’t control my fists when I’m full of mad
I didn’t mean to hurt him Carmine you know my stories true
Oh god speed the day when you let me come on back to you

To you...
To you...

Now I’m out here on the road trying to live my life
When out walked Carmine’s father the one who caused me much strife
Now listen here Luke I don’t want no trouble from you
Then he squared up in front of me and started mocking me like a fool
Well a man can only take so much before he breaks
And two mighty swings knocked the expression off his face

Well I meant to hurt him Carmine you know my temper’s bad
I can’t control my fists when I’m full of mad
Well I meant to hurt him Carmine he disgraced your family name
He’s such a little (insert profanity) so I beat him till’ he was black and blue

And blue...
And blue...
And blue and blue and blue and blue
And blue...

Mind of Blues

Written By: Stephen Stanley

A bottle of liquor and a mind of blues
I don't want nothing but helping hand
Cause I lost my way on this cold cold road called you

Sixteen years of loving you are gone
Thirty-two of them were wrong
Now I'm drinking whiskey with some gal that I don't know
That's not right that's not right

A bottle of liquor and a mind of blues
I don't want nothing but helping hand
Cause I lost my way on this cold cold road called you

We'll I've been treated better by a whore
And I've been lied to less by a monkey flinging shit
But I won't bow my head cause it's like my daddy said
Hey said don't cry son don't cry

A bottle of liquor and a mind of blues
I don't want nothing but helping hand
Cause I lost my way on this cold cold road called you

I'm drinking with my friends getting trashed
And every time your name comes up I take another shot
You had your way of loving and I have my way of hurting
I don't care I don't care

A bottle of liquor and a mind of blues
I don't want nothing but helping hand
Cause I lost my way on this cold cold road called you

A bottle of liquor and a mind of blues
I don't want nothing but helping hand
Cause I lost my way on this cold cold road called you

God's Picnic

Written By: Stephen Stanley

I lost a dollar writing songs about a whore
In bars with whips and chains and bruises
Budweiser neon lights and chicks that like to scream
Been told it's an awful lot like heaven

The sun light in winter it was cold cold as hell
But God and the Devil had a picnic
And I've seen and angel's face swollen with sin
I'm glad all my memories are fading

Not long ago I found liquor in a jar
I should have stopped but I didn't
At some point focus was rapped burned and bled
Mad room for random thought intruders

Well the sun light in the Hamptons must be cozy like a bear
Before he rips your face off and digests it
And I've seen and angel's face with a blood stained grin
I'm glad all my memories are fading

It seems to me our lives are running from the thought
That we're all just animals and women
And I've seen an angel's face beautiful and pure
Oh god all my memories are fading

I lost it all writing songs about a whore
In bars with whips and chains and bruises

John Dwayne

Written By: stephen stanley, adam torreano

as I said