Nate Compton

Nate Compton

 Greenville, Texas, USA
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Biography

With a musicial foundation that started on his grandmothers piano, Nate Comptons ears met a childhood soundtrack with the likes of Tom Petty, Fleetwood Mac, The Eagles, and The Rolling Stones, along with such country names as Randy Travis and George Strait. "Those things strongly had an influence on me being into music. I remember my brother banging his drumkit or on his lap in the truck to the Bee Gees and Beach Boys. There was always music around me."

Born in 1981, Nate was raised in Jacobia, a rural area just outside of Greenville, Texas. In 2009 he headed to Austin, Texas where he currently lives.

Writing, in all forms, has always been a passion for Compton. "I was always into poetry, and there were just too many things around me (as far as instruments are concerned) to not pick up a few things, so it really just became a thing where I write songs.” Compton describes himself as a songwriter over a musician. “To me, it's always about saying something. I'm not going to dazzle anyone with how well I play. My hope is that they "go there with me" for three or four minutes, then come back and say they feel a little warmer than they did before, like catching up with an old friend maybe.”

"The goals of a writer are simple to me. If one person likes a song, Im happy. If one person identifies with what I have to say, Im content. I have a lot to be thankful for. I am inspired by the best friends a man could have, a beautiful girl, a wonderful and couragous mother, the memory of a remarkable dad, the blessing of a step-father, the best times, the worst times, and undeniably, my creator. Im just glad to make a mark, even an insignificant scrape. At the end of my walk Ive put music in the world, rather than distaste, I gave more and took less, I sang more than teared up, and I still managed to write a whole biography about myself in third person."

Lyrics

Cowboys

Written By: Nate Compton

He was quick and he was tough
His mama said he never shook when he heard the thunder
His daddy said his hands were swift enough to hold his own
And he was fast
Fast enough to kick up dust down a lonely trail
I suppose he had an aching fire within his bones
The way he beat that horse every time he rode
Sometimes I think my friends are cowboys
We hide along the track somewhere
Waiting on a train to come
We'll grow old in visions of things we rode from
As horizons turn young men to dreamers and such
And then one day
They'll ride the plain
And think of us
And he rode miles
A quarter mile a time and some too hard
Some too long
Oh and glory found its way through right and wrong
Through right and wrong
He thought too much
Of things he couldn’t change and knew he couldn’t think them away
Must have had to chase a dream that he had left
His silver star hit dust somewhere out west
Sometimes I think my friends are cowboys
We hide along the track somewhere
Waiting on a train to come
We'll grow old in visions of things we rode from
As horizons turn young men to dreamers and such
And then one day they'll ride the plain
And think of us
Oh and then one day
They’ll ride the plain
And think of us

Lose or Win

Written By: Nate Compton

Lose or Win
Nate Compton

I’ve got just enough room to move my feet
And a dime I’m one last fool believing
That every heartache and jukebox has a love song
I’ve got just enough spunk to fuel my bones
Ten feet tall and away I go
To chalk it all up to trying before I move on
Momma said daddy had to make the move
Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes I’m just trying to be old-fashioned
While every rose petal says you love me not
My feet are in the surest pair of boots I got
So please baby girl don’t mind me askin’
Don’t mind me askin’
Could I have this dance you can show me up
And you can turn your head when I lean in at midnight
But lose or win I’ll still tip my hat
To the things that come out of not holding back
And the first time I set out on faith
I was healing my heart on a long highway
Sad to say it wasn’t that long ago
But faith tells me I can’t go wrong
So God-speed with my heart and soul
If there ain’t no beat I’ll drum my own
And I’m bound to fly if I just hang on
And I’ll shake my head, rub my eyes
Knew I always had one more hard ride
No I ain’t too far from where I’m born to be
Call me a fool say I waste my time
But anyone whose ever lied awake at night
Knows sticks and stones can’t break the way a soul believes
When you’re chasing dreams
So give me one last chance
Let them truck wheels roll
And if it don’t work out
Well it won’t be the first time
And lose or win I’ll still tip my hat
To the things that come out of
Things that will come out of
One last dance watching flames rise up
And with my head held high
I’ll keep on surviving
And lose or win I’ll still tip my hat
To the things that come out of
Not holding back

Lose or Win

Written By: Nate Compton

I’ve got just enough room to move my feet
And a dime I’m one last fool believing
That every heartache and jukebox has a love song
I’ve got just enough spunk to fuel my bones
Ten feet tall and away I go
To chalk it all up to trying before I move on
Momma said daddy had to make the move
Ms. Goody-two-shoes I’m just trying to be old-fashioned
While every rose petal says you love me not
My feet are in the surest pair of boots I got
So please baby girl don’t mind me askin’
Don’t mind me askin’
Could I have this dance you can show me up
And you can turn your head when I lean in at midnight
But lose or win I’ll still tip my hat
To the things that come out of not holding back
And the first time I set out on faith
I was healing my heart on a long highway
Sad to say it wasn’t that long ago
But faith tells me I can’t go wrong
So God-speed with my heart and soul
If there ain’t no beat I’ll drum my own
And I’m bound to fly if I just hang on
And I’ll shake my head, rub my eyes
Knew I always had one more hard ride
No I ain’t too far from where I’m born to be
Call me a fool say I waste my time
But anyone whose ever lied awake at night
Knows sticks and stones can’t break the way a soul believes
When you’re chasing dreams
So give me one last chance
Let them truck wheels roll
And if it don’t work out
Well it won’t be the first time
And lose or win I’ll still tip my hat
To the things that come out of
Things that will come out of
One last dance watching flames rise up
And with my head held high
I’ll keep on surviving
And lose or win I’ll still tip my hat
To the things that come out of
Not holding back

Discography

Cowboys
Lose or Win
For Now