Patty Keough & the Boys

Patty Keough & the Boys

 Boston, Massachusetts, USA
DuoFolkPop

Boston, MA based Patty Keough is a guaranteed crowd pleaser. No matter the type of venue, or the age of audience. A vocally gifted singer, she has also crafted a superior portfolio of original songs. Also does covers if venue allows. Laughter & tears will be had by all.

Biography

Boston, MA based Patty Keough is a guaranteed crowd pleaser.

No matter the type of venue, or the age of audience.

A vocally gifted singer, she has also crafted a superior portfolio of original songs.

Keough has a wonderful, funny, warm presence that pulls the audience in as soon as she hits the stage.

Laughter & tears will be had by all.

Lyrics

Just One More/Saratoga/Family

Written By: Patty Keough

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JUST ONE MORE
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In the cold, gray,
Neon light of the night
It's easy to see
This will never work.

There's no way I
Can justify this,
There's no way this can
Turn out good.

So please love, don't
Set the flame to the candle
Cause I'd rather fall
From Grace here in
The dark.

Maybe that way God
Won't see my failure
Maybe that way I can
Save my heart.

One more time
One more chance
One more heart
Just one more.
No more pain
Victim of
Circumstance,
What would we give
For just one more.

Now I've been so
Baptized by the fire
I'm beginning to believe
I prefer the heat

In the salt and the sweat
Of pure desire,
It's getting hard for this sweet
Heart to compete.

But I'll try and I'll hold tight
To my convictions.
But if you're going to save me
David make it soon.

Because he's grown into a
Glorified temptation.
And resistance has never been
My strongest suit.

One more time
One more chance
One more heart
Just one more.
No more pain
Victim of
Circumstance,
What would we give
For just one more.
What would give
For just one more.
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SARATOGA
________

I've been thinking bout
Saratoga
Circumstances have brought it
To my mind.

And that small piece of
Life we spent together,
When you were mine

And it sure looks good
On paper
Parchment and gold.
But we weren't too good at
The bright work were we?
The "to have and to hold"

And I know they say
Time heals,
But I can tell you it doesn't,
I miss you more every year.
Now time gets a little crazy
Out here
Yeah time gets a little crazy
Out here, might not
Remember what you bother
Keeping track of it for
Out here living day to day
After the war.

Now I hear you've got a family.
I know you make a good dad.
I hope they help you to
Heal the holes in your heart
That you always had.

Me, I ain't found anybody.
You'd the first to say I'm just too
Crazy to keep them from
Running out that door.

Yeah we both know a whole
Lot about that
We both know a whole about
What that door is for.
Out here living day to day
Out here living day to day
To day to day to day.
Out here just
Getting by
After the war.
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FAMILY
________

There was nothing fancy
About our house
Nothing precious, more plain
And everyone was
Welcome in our house
And everyone invited came.

There were blue collars
In ever wash load
Me, I work in air-conditioned offices High above the ground
They never really understood,
Just exactly what I did
But they always said,
Kid, you know that we’re proud.

They lived from paycheck, to Paycheck, to paycheck
Savings went for
Vacations and school
They didn’t know about IRAs,
CDs or locking it away
They just lived by the
Working man’s rules.
Family
Family

And we hale from the shores of Nova Scotia, and the Emerald Isle
Across those well-traveled waters
I’m from the salt of the earth, and The scent of the sea
I’m a working man’s daughter.

Now my mother dies last November
She lost her own mother
When she was just in her teens.
I remember how she told me
During the hard times, how
They had to feed the family
With just a few eggs and
Some coffee

I see my mother in the mirror
I hear my mother when I sing
I know my mother in my
Irish temper
And the moodiness the morning Can bring.

My father he died the
Following January
He quit school when he was
Just in eighth grade
To keep the family on track,
He never went back
But he was the smartest man
God ever made

And I’ve got my father’s
Sense of humor
I’ve got my father’s crooked toes
I’ve got my father’s need for Adventure, and understanding of
The wonderful, bitter-sweet
Way life goes.

And it’s not a sad story
It’s a bonafide, world-wide dream
Two people come to a
Country and they
Raise up a family
Family
Family

And we hale from the shores of Nova Scotia, and the Emerald Isle
Across those well-traveled waters
I’m from the salt of the earth, and The scent of the sea
I’m a working man’s daughter
I'm a working man's daughter.
I'm Edward and Ellen Keough's
Daughter,
And I always will be.

Dear Edith/I Know You're Out There/Bluegrass Farmer

Written By: Patty Keough

--Dear Edith--

Dear Edith
You know I told you not
To go
But you went and now
You know
Why I told you not
To go

Dear Edith,
You know he never cared
for you
He only liked
The view
And we all worried
too

Love, it's not a game
For you
So fragile and so innocent
So easily played
No love
It's not a brand new pair
Of shoes
You can't just box it and
Return it and pretend
You never paid.

Dear Edith
There's a whole world of
Other things
A whole box full of
Wings
A hole in your plan to
Mingle

Dear Edith
If you need courage to get
Up there and sing
Or a friend to push
Your swing
Give me a call, yeah, I'm
Still single

Love, it's not a game
For you
So fragile and so innocent
So easily played
No love
It's not a comfort food
Something you just masticate
Pretend that you
Never ate
You know that some things
Just don't
Fade.
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--I Know You're Out There--

I know you're out there and I
Know you're wondering
If I've forgotten all about you
With all this
Crazy stuff that's been happening
Well, you've got yourself a point
But it couldn't be
Further from the truth
No matter where we go
I'll always be standing right here
Next to you.

And oh I know the chance
I'm taking.
I know the road we're on
And all the rule we're breaking
And oh how my hands are
Shaking
This could go so wrong
And when the morning comes
I could wake up here all alone.

Some things are better left
As they are
Some things are better left
Alone
I've never been the one the know
When to come on and
When to go.

I know you're out there and I
Know you're wondering
If I've forgotten all about you
With all this
Crazy stuff that's been happening
Well, you've got yourself a point
But it couldn't be
Further from the truth
No matter where we go boy,
I'll always be standing right here
Next to you.
__________

--Bluegrass Farmer--

Daddy never loved the farm
The way some men love the land
But he worked the muscle in
His arm and the callouse on
His hands and he
Turned the soil, planted the seeds
And did the best a good man can.
But late at night by the
Back porch light
Daddy dreamed he was a
Bluegrass man.

He'd go and see the
Bluegrass bands
When they would come to town
Sit in on a set or two when
His turn came around
And when he'd finally lay his
Weary body down
Daddy dreamed his was a
Bluegrass player
Touring town to town
Dreamed he was a
Bluegrass picker
Touring town to town.

Mama died in '65 nothing the
Doctors could do.
Daddy said we loved and we
Needed your mama but I
Guess the good Lord did to.
Then he raised up strong and right
Best a good man can do.
While we slept tight by our
Night lights, dreaming was the
Only thing Daddy could do.

But he'd take us to see the
Bluegrass bands
When they would come to town
Sit in on a set or two when
His turn came around
And when he'd finally lay his
Weary body down
Daddy dreamed his was a
Bluegrass player
Touring town to town
Dreamed he was a
Bluegrass picker
Touring town to town.

We grew up, Daddy sold the farm,
Kept the house and a little land.
Bought himself a Martin guitar and
He said he had a plan.
But he worked the muscle in
His arm and the callouse on
His hands
And late one night, by that
Full moon light
Daddy drove off with the band.

Now we get letters from the road
Telling us how it's going
And all the things he's
Seen and done
All the adventures that he's lived
And I tell his grandkids:

Your grandad's with a
Bluegrass band
And tour from town to town
He gets up and sings his
Songs about you when
His turn comes around.
And late at night by the
Tour bus light, rolling wheels
The only sound.
He smiles 'cause.
Your grandad is a
Bluegrass player
Touring town to town
My Daddy is a Bluegrass picker
He'll be coming to your town.

Watching the World

Written By: Patty Keough

I know people,
They've done everything right.
They've done everything right all their lives.

They've got big houses, new cars and money in the bank,
And creditors who thank them for their trade.

Well me I'm out here gliding down the river,
Watching the world go by.
You'll find me out here somewhere in the middle,
And my how time does fly.

Now I've had chances,
But I've thrown them all away
And I've got absolutely no idea why.

I've been asked to dance by corporations,
Courted by success,
But I always turn and run away and hide.

Yeah, me I'm out here gliding down the river,
Watching the world go by.
You'll find me out here somewhere in the middle,
And my how time does fly.

Now sometimes I wish someone would throw me an oar.
I get tired of drifting from shore to shore.
Maybe I'm looking for a little bit more.

(flamingo)

Now I don't know, if I'm wrong or if I'm right,
Who has the answers to it all.
All I know,
Is that when I lie my head down at night,
I drift gently over the falls.

And it's just like gliding slowing down the river,
Watching the world go by.
Yeah, you'll find me out here somewhere in the middle,
And my how time does fly.

Yeah, you'll find me out here somewhere in the middle,
And my how time does fly.

I Love the Boys/Drive/Outbound Train

Written By: Patty Keough

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I LOVE THE BOYS
________

I love the boys, I love the men,
I love the silver-haired devils driving their Mercedez-Benz.
I love the geeks, the brains, the jocks and the toys.
I love the boys.

I love the boys, I love the men,
I love the out-of-work musicians with no money to spend.
I love 'em crashing through my window, banging my door,
Of my penthouse in Manhattan or my cottage by the shore,
I love the amens, the oms and the oys,
I love the boys.

Now you can hang your BVDs from my chandelier,
You can smoke your big cigars and have your poker parties here.
You can stay out all night, if you really want to.
But you won't cause I'll give you something to come home and
Slip into.

I love the boys, I love the men,
I love each and every one of them.
I love the pathos and the romance,
The pain and the joys,
I love the boys.
Each and every day if I can help it.
The only thing that's going to kill me is making a choice.
I love the boys.
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DRIVE
________

Well I...
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OUTBOUND TRAIN
________

I could talk...

Eyes of the Sun/My One and Only Cowboy Song/Like I Always Do

Written By: Patty Keough

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EYES OF THE SUN
________

I've been staring...
Into the eyes of the sun
Lately
I've been getting very little
Done
Lately

I've been waiting at the window for God to send down a sign to me.
But he sends it a little piece of a time lately.

You know he sent you and the father overnight when I was asleep.
But I know it will take
Six months or so until I
Get a little peak.

It's alright, it's alright
I was born to wait.
It's alright, it's alright
I know where my future is laid.

Right now it's just resting
It's just resting it's
Tired from it's journey.
It's just resting, it's dreaming
Leave it, it will come to me.
It's just resting, it's just dreaming
In the bed that I made
It's just resting.
Pretty soon it will be wired and awake.

It's alright, it's alright
I was born to wait.
It's alright, it's alright
I know where my future is laid.

Ya-ee-ya-ee-ya-ee-ya-ee-ya-ee-ya-ee-ya.

Yeah it's alright, it's alright
I'm a natural born waiter
It's alright, it's alright
I'll catch up to my future sooner or later.

Ya-ee-ya-ee-ya-ee-ya-ee-ya-ee-ya-ee-ya.

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MY ONE AND ONLY COWBOY SONG

Hey, hey, hey...
Hey, hey, hey
Love has come to town
Hey, hey, hey
Out of his way
Don't want to slow that rider down.
Take his hat, take his horse,
Take his desire to leave.
Love has come to town and it's
Come for me.

Says he's got a little place a little
South of here.
Says he wants to settle down
And he's made himself clear.
Call the preacher, buy the ring go on and
Set the date.
Love has come to town and it's
Not too late.

Love has come to town
And it's just about time
Tired of sitting around
Waiting for a sign
In the winter snow and the
Summer sun.
Love has come to town
And I've got to run.

Well I've got to settle down
I've got to leave this life
I've got to say
Goodbye to the other girls
Down at Madamn Rosie's tonight.
And I'm trading in my bar room red
For wedding white.
And I'm riding off into the sunset tonight.

Love has come to town
And it's just about time
Tired of sitting around
Waiting for a sign
In the winter snow and the
Summer sun.
Love has come to town
And I've got to run.
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LIKE I ALWAYS DO
________

He was a fire-haired, courderoy-wearer...

Missy's Birthday Song/David's Song

Written By: Patty Keough

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MISSY'S BIRTHDAY SONG
________

We met a man last night,
So drunk he could hardly stand...
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DAVID'S SONG
________

Who'd have thought that...

Discography

LP: Watching the World
LP: Nothing to Hide

Set List

Keough has an extensive set list of original music, and enough covers to please the masses. She has worked hard to have enough material to do most venues and events - even up to the occasional 4-hour bar night.

Set list runs from deeply touching to outrageously funny to handy-dandy crowd sing-a-longs.

"In a 'listening' room, I do 99% original material, 1 or 2 covers."

In a 'non-listening room' - aka bar - my usual set list framework would be 4 originals and 1 cover, repeated through the evening."

Keough also always bring my entire set list on stage, and then read the audience and adjust accordingly.