Rusty Kitchens

Rusty Kitchens

BandCountrySinger/Songwriter

Outlaw Country / Southern Rock / Rock / Country Songs about everyday life, family, and friends. Some with a harder edge, and some with a humorous nature, and other's with a more somber side. A song for every mood.

Biography

40 year old male
Been playing bass and singing semi-professionaly since age 18. My career has consisted mainly of playing Rock / Classic Rock / County cover songs. Florida native that just relocated to Western Michigan for family matters. The last band I was involved with until March of 2007, was a Rock/Country cover band comprised of me on bass/vocals, my wife on keyboards/vocals, a guitarist/vocals, another keyboardist/vocals, and a drummer. We played mainly clubs in a 60 mile tri-county radius. We were starting to work some of my original songs into are standard set list, and the crowd seemed to really dig those songs (especially 10,000 Acres). This band had been together for 6 years, and would still be playing today, if family matters did not require us to relocate. I have classic rock influences such as Bad Company, Led Zeppelin, and Cream. I also have classic Country influences such as Merle Haggard, George Jones, and Conway Twitty, but lean more towards today's newer Country sound such as Montgomery Gentry, Travis Tritt, & Kenny Chesney.

Lyrics

10,000 Acres

Written By: Rusty Kitchens

Well I've got 10,000 acres

You say things are fine, but not out here
You like chilled wine, not lukewarm beer
We moved out here, to tear down walls
But you're still out, at the shopping malls

I got 10,000 acres, and I can’t get away from you
You still drive me crazy, with the thoughtless things you do
10,000 acres, and still no place to stay
10,000 acres, and I can’t run away

We moved out here, for some peace and quiet
But you won’t stop bitchin’, long enough to try it
We moved out here, thought we had an agreement
But I like grass, and you like cement

Chorus

You love your Al Gore parties, with escargot
Well I’d rather eat a burger with Ross Perot
They got acid rain, bad ozone too
But when they talk about a waste, they must mean you

Chorus

Different Choices (Two Brothers)

Written By: Rusty Kitchens

Take two brothers, put ‘em side by side
One goes straight, but the other goes wild
Raised the same way, but making different choices
Told the same things, but hearing different voices
Mama don’t blame yourself,
And Daddy’s doin’ all he can
It’s not the man that makes the choices,
But the choices that make the man
Mama don’t blame yourself,
And Daddy’s doin’ all he can
It’s not the man that makes the choices,
But the choices that make the man

Mama don’t blame yourself, and Daddy did what he could
You’ve raised your kids up right, by doin’ what you should
He says he got a bad hand, and you’re the one’s to blame
You would’ve killed or died for him, and he brought you only shame
You can’t help a son, that won’t help himself
It’s not your fault, but the bottle’s on the shelf

Take two brothers, put ‘em side by side
One goes straight, but the other goes wild
Raised the same way, but making different choices
Told the same things, but hearing different voices
Mama don’t blame yourself,
And Daddy’s doin’ all he can
It’s not the man that makes the choices,
But the choices that make the man
Daddy don’t blame yourself,
And Mamma’s doin’ all she can
It’s not the man that makes the choices,
But the choices that make the man

Can’t he see what it’s doing, to his children and his wife
He’s a prisoner doing time, his sentence is called “life”
We all tried to help him, saw the writing on the wall
We played second fiddle, to the drugs and alcohol
You can’t help a son, that won’t help himself
It’s not your fault, but the bottle’s on the shelf

Take two brothers, put ‘em side by side
One goes straight, and one goes wild
Raised the same way, but they’ve made different choices
Listening to the same people, but hearing different voices
Mama don’t blame yourself,
And Daddy’s doin’ all he can
It’s not the man that makes the choices,
But the choices that make the man
Daddy don’t blame yourself,
And Mamma’s doin’ all she can
It’s not the man that makes the choices,
But the choices that make the man

My Senorita

Written By: Roger Rhodes & Rusty Kitchens

I don’t remember when, we first met
Somehow it seemed like you were always around
You had a live in man, I had a girl
Things went down, and they left town,
That’s when I found

My, My, My, My, My, My, yeah, My, My, Senorita
My, My, My, My, My, My, yeah, My, My, Senorita

We met, and sparks did fly
You were the one,
Who thought that being in love
Could be such fun
We had to hide away, no one could know
Before the sun came up, you had to go

My, My, My, My, My, My, yeah, My, My, Senorita
My, My, My, My, My, My, yeah, My, My, Senorita

Sneaking out of my backdoor, afraid my friends might see you
What were we hiding for, weren’t we both free, yeah

I don’t remember when, we first met
Out of the corner of my eye, I’d seen you around
You had a live in man, I had a girl,
Things went down, and they left town
That’s when I found

(Chorus 2x)

Should've Been Roses

Written By: Roger Rhodes & Rusty Kitchens

I was sitting in the kitchen, all by myself
I was staring at a picture, of someone else
Trying not to think about you, and days gone by
Trying hard to live without you, it makes me cry
And I can’t help but know, you didn’t have to go

And it should’ve been roses, should’ve been wild romance
If you would’ve believed it, and given it half a chance
I was getting the feeling, you were slipping away somehow
It doesn’t matter it’s too late, to do something about it now

Our love was magic when it started, it made me whole
Somehow we wound up broken hearted, we lost control
Wasting time on empty warnings, and senseless fights
My life was filled with empty mornings, and endless nights
And I can’t help but know, you didn’t have to go

CHORUS

I was sitting in the kitchen, all by myself
I was staring at a picture, of someone else
Trying not to think about you, and days gone by
Trying hard to live without you, it makes me cry
And I can’t help but know, you didn’t have to go

CHORUS

No More Words To Say

Written By: Rusty Kitchens & Brian Pate

The silence is deafening, as we stand face to face
Searching for words in each other’s eyes, my heartbeat begins to race
Everything has gone so wrong, to lead us to this night
Has everything gone so, so wrong, that I can’t make it right

Are there no more words to say
Our love is truly dead, if no more words are said
How can I ask you to stay
If there are, no more words to say

Your gaze begins to lower, as a tear rolls down your cheek
My mind blurs with confusion, as I search for words to speak
Your steps are so unsteady, as you walk out through the door
How could I have been ready, when I still need you so much more

How many times, did I say I love you
How many times, did you tell me
If all of that, was just a pack of lies
Than just what can I believe

(LEAD)

I lie awake in our empty bed, when I hear your knock at the door
I tremble as I open it, no knowing what’s in store
I look into your shining eyes, they tell me what to do
I reach out and take you in my arms, and whisper, I love you

There are no more words to say
Just as long as I have you, our love will be like new
Just promise me you’ll stay
Even when there are, no more words to say

There are no more words to say
Just as long as I have you, our love will be like new
Just promise me you’ll stay
Even when there are, no more words to say

Grandma

Written By: Rusty Kitchens


Grandma was a singer, never made it out alive
Died in this little nothing town, with loved ones by her side
I made a promise to her, I would not do the same
I’ve played for every one of them, but not one knows my name

It’s took too long to get the nerve to just pull up my roots
Now it’s time, I’m leaving home, with my guitar and my boots
Don’t know where I’m going, really just don’t care
This dirt road leads to the highway, that takes me far from here

But don’t you worry Grandma; I’ll be coming back for you
My hair it may be longer, my arms may be tattooed
The songs you used to sing to me, I’ll sing them everywhere
And I’ll be coming back someday, to get you out of here

(Bridge/Lead)

I’ve been to every city, my seeds I have sown
Those trees in the field are calling me, back where I feel home
I’ve had my share and done it all, and the last thing on my list
Head back home to that nothing town, for the one that I have missed

Well here I am Grandma, I see you haven’t changed
Those trees I planted next to you are covering up your name
Thinking back trying to recall the love you used to show
But I’ve stood and talked for hours, and you’ve just turned to stone

Here I am Grandma, I’ve come back for you
I sure could use a haircut, would you look at these tattoos
The songs you used to sing to me, I sang them everywhere
And I’ve finally made it back, to break you out of here
Yeah, I’ve finally made it back, to take you out of here

I'm Not Gonna Beg You Anymore

Written By: Roger Rhodes & Rusty Kitchens

It seems like we’ve been down this road a few times
It leaves me wondering, what I’m supposed to do
If you just won’t be true
I’ll leave it up to you
Cause, I’m not gonna beg you anymore

It’s easier to think that you can’t help it
That you just can’t control the things you do
I know that isn’t true
I’m leaving it up to you
Cause, I’m not gonna beg you anymore

I know that isn’t true
I’m leaving it up to you
Cause, I’m not gonna beg you anymore
No, No, No, no more

I guess I did the best that I could manage
But that just wasn’t good enough for you
Do what you got to do
I’m leaving it up to you
Cause I’m not gonna beg you
No, I’m not gonna beg you,
No, I’m not gonna beg you anymore

What If

Written By: Rusty Kitchens

Another day, that’s so uncertain
A happy face, a soul that’s hurting
You hide the pain so none can see
But deep inside you want to scream
A joyful heart, yet full of sorrow
But you always say, there’ll be tomorrow

But what if tomorrow never comes, What if all is said and done
What if I can’t ease your pain, or help your troubled times again
What if I can’t see the light, What if I can’t fight your fight
What if I am just to scared, To loose the good times that we’ve shared

A caring person that’s what you are
In pitch black night, you’re my shining star
A guiding light in a raging storm
In freezing cold you keep me warm
Separate ways cause you can’t follow
But you always say there’ll be tomorrow

But what if tomorrow never comes, What if all is said and done
What if I can’t ease your pain, Or help your troubled times again
What if I can’t see the light, What if I can’t fight your fight
What if I am just to scared, To loose the good times that we’ve shared

People just don’t understand, what it means to be your friend
An angel’s voice and cheery eyes, have always polished your disguise
A look on life that I could borrow, cause you always say, there’ll be tomorrow

But what if tomorrow never comes
What if all is said and done
What if I can’t ease your pain
Or help your troubled times again
What if I can’t see the light
What if I can’t fight your fight
What if I am just to scared
To loose the good times that we’ve shared

Country Roots

Written By: Rusty Kitchens

When I was a young boy, Granny taught me how to play
She said someday make me proud, up there on that stage
It doesn't matter where you are, just sing it from your heart
Doesn't matter where you're going, just remember where you start

So I practiced hard everyday, while others played outside
I turned 16, I quit school, and a thumbed a ride
To the city where they never sleep, there's music every night
Didn't take to long to get me hooked, I knew it was my life

I can't stand the smell of cigarettes, but I love a smoky bar
Full of people cheering, for me and my guitar
The thrill of the girls, a full dance floor, the smell of cheap booze
I've made a few bad choices, but that's my right to choose
The friends I've made, lover's I've laid, while going town to town
Some say I'm getting older, should start to settle down
It's all I've got, It's who I am, the road is what I choose
The day I lay my guitar down, is the day I sing the blues

Spent many a night in roadside bars, pool cues with fist fights
Empty pubs and taverns, now sold out every night
People come from miles around, to hear my guitar ring
To you it might mean nothing, but to me it's everything

I play it from my heart, and I play it kind of loud
Southern raised by the Grace of God, I'm standing tall and proud
You may not like my hat, and you may not like my boots
I don't give a damn, that's who I am, Well that's just my country roots

I can't stand the smell of cigarettes, but I love a smoky bar
Full of people cheering, for me and my guitar
The thrill of the girls, a full dance floor, the smell of cheap booze
I've made a few bad choices, but that's my right to choose
The friends I've made, lover's I've laid, while going town to town
Some say I'm getting older, should start to settle down
It's all I've got, It's who I am, the road is what I choose
The day I lay my guitar down, is the day I sing the blues

Short Girls With Tall Boys

Written By: Rusty Kitchens

Hey boy's there she comes, prettiest thing I ever saw
A nice dark brown, with a long neck, and a Southern girl kind of drawl
She might not be for everyone, but one thing is for sure
Size to her does matter, she's always wanting more

You oughta hear em hoot, she's in her cut off jeans and boots
This girl has got to be the real McCoy
The way she takes it down, with her hand she wraps around
I like short girls, with tall boys

Hey boy's there she comes, prettiest thing I ever saw
A nice dark brown, with a long neck, and a Southern girl kind of drawl
She might not be for everyone, but one thing is for sure
Size to her does matter, she's always wanting more

I love to watch her flirt, she's in her cut off jeans and shirt
This girl has got to be the real McCoy
The way she takes it down, with her hand she wraps around
I like short girls with tall boys

Hey boy's there she comes, prettiest thing I ever saw
A nice dark brown, with a long neck, and a Southern girl kind of drawl
She might not be for everyone, but one thing is for sure
Size to her does matter, she's always wanting more

Some girls may be offended, but I think she is splendid
This girl has got to be the real McCoy
The way she takes it down with her hand she wraps around
I like short girls with tall boys
I like short girls with tall boys

Spare Key To My Vacant Heart

Written By: Rusty Kitchens

The first time I saw you, I fealt something stir
I'd never thought, bout another before
So I said good night, left you at the bar
Walked down the street, got into my car

Well I thought it was over, just some passing thing
But your memory kept strumming, my hearts fragile strings
One night I lay sleeping, when you entered my dreams
I held you so tight, if you know what I mean

How can I approach living two separate lives
You with a husband, and me with a wife
I care for her dearly, but that's only part
Cause you found the spare key, to my vacant heart

Well I lie here thinking, most every night
Would things be that different, with you in my life
When I see your smile, brings back memories when
My wife was my lover, and not just my friend

How can I approach living two separate lives
You with a husband, and me with a wife
I care for her dearly, but that's only part
Cause you found the spare key, to my vacant heart
We can't let this happen, Lord why did it start
Cause you found the spare key, to my vacant heart

A Little Further On Up The Road

Written By: Rusty Kitchens

I've always wanted to leave here, but now that it's come time
I'm not sure I have the courage, to leave it all behind
I hope this place is better, cause I'm tired of dead ends
I'm leaving the only home I've known, my family and my friends
but...

I'm praying things will get better, a little further on up the road
Cause my legs are tired, my back is weak, from carrying the load
Our stuff is all in boxes, the house it has been sold
And I'm praying things will get better, a little further on up the road

That Florida sun it sure is hot, but there the winter's are so cold
If we move there and I loose you, I'll have nothing left to hold
Except the memories of your laughter, your smile, and shining face
And an empty house that's unfamiliar, in a cold and barren place

I'm praying things will get better, a little further on up the road
Cause my legs are tired, my back is weak, from carrying the load
Our stuff is all in boxes, the house it has been sold
And I'm praying things will get better, a little further on up the road

I sure ain't got lot's of friends, but the one's I have I trust
But I'm leaving them behind, to make a better place for us
Some sail in stormy weather, and some an easy cruise
Some throw the dice and win it all, but you're all I've got to loose

I'm praying things will get better, a little further on up the road
Cause my legs are tired, my back is weak, from carrying the load
Our stuff is all in boxes, the house it has been sold
And I'm praying things will get better
Yes I'm praying things will get better
Yes I'm praying things will get better, a little further on up the road

I've Given Up On Love

Written By: Rusty Kitchens

I said that's it, I've had enough
I've given up on love
I gave my all with nothing, in return
I don't know what else, I could say
So I'll just turn and walk away
I said that's it, I've had enough
I've given up on love

There was a time when you were everything
I was blinded by your smile
A passion so untamed, only lasted for a while
But then the world took over, you shoved me to the side
A house filled full of things, still missing love inside

I'm thinking that's it, I've had enough
I've given up on love
I gave my all with nothing, in return
I don't know what else, I could say
So I'll just turn and walk away
I said that's it, I've had enough
I've given up on love

It hurts to know the truth, we've drifted far apart
A union of convenience, not loving from the heart
Your touch it now feels foreign, stranger's passing in the hall
I'm tired of you not giving, when I have gave my all

So I'm Saying that's it, I've had enough
I've given up on love
I gave my all with nothing, in return
I don't know what else, I could say
So I'll just turn and walk away
I said that's it, I've had enough
I've given up on love
I said that's it, I've had enough, I've gone and given up on love

What It Takes To Be Her Man

Written By: Rusty Kitchens

I wasn't looking, when you came along, it started just as friends
This thing we have, I know is wrong, but it helps my heart to mend
I couldn't leave her now, as no one would be there
But I'll be with you somehow, I've still got love to share

Does she understand what I've given up
To be her man, and show her love
Without her touch, and without your smile
Gave her so much, wanting you all the while
I've climbed and climbed to reach the top, she knocks me down again
Does she understand, what I've given up, and what it takes to be her man

I've beat my head, against the wall
So much until it's hurting
I've tried my best, to make it work
But one thing is for certain
I'll find a way, to be with you, can't stand another day
I gave my all, till I've given up, can't leave, but I can't stay

Does she understand what I've given up
To be her man, and show her love
Without her touch, and without your smile
Gave her so much, wanting you all the while
I've climbed and climbed to reach the top, she knocks me down again
Does she understand, what I've given up, and what it takes to be her man

Lonely Christmas Day

Written By: Rusty Kitchens

People rushing from place to place, with presents in their hands
Hurrying home to celebrate, with family and friends
But I just sit here thinking back, trying to remember
That lonely Christmas day, that long month of December

Christmas time, is drawing near
I wish to God that you were here
Everyone is full of cheer, but me

We knew the time was coming, but why he picked this day
To take you away from me, I don't know what else I could say
So I'll sit here thinking back, trying to remember
That lonely Christmas day, that long month of December

Christmas time, is drawing near
I wish to God that you were here
Everyone is full of cheer, but me

Home is quiet and lonely, it's not just quite the same
No singing carol's around the fire, just looking at the flame
I've sit here most the night, it's now just dying embers
A lonely Christmas day, another long December

Christmas time is drawing near
I wish to God that you were here
Everyone is full of cheer, but me
Christmas time is drawing near
Everyone is full of cheer
I wish to God that you were here,
with me

You Loved Me For A While

Written By: Rusty Kitchens

I always knew when I said for better or for worse
That I'd wind up behind a slow, black, shiny hearse
But I didn't let it stop me, from loving you while I could
Some search for love a lifetime, and some just never should

Some ask how I'll go on, but I know that I can
Because each day I spent with you, made me a stronger man
You lived a painful life, but never had a frown
And now I stand here watching, as they lay you in the ground

I kiss your forehead, tell you goodbye, and place these flowers on your chest
But somehow I feel happy, to know you've come to rest
It doesn't mean I won't miss your smile, or the good times that we had
But today your pain is over, so I just can't be sad

I still feel your touch, and hear your whisper, each time the warm wind blows
As I walk along this shoreline, with the sand between my toes
I often come here to remember, your soft skin and golden hair
I sit and talk to you for hours, at the horizon I just stare

I look to heaven, call your name, I know you're in a better place
Is that rain I feel coming down, or your tears upon my face
The sun is touching the water, it sounds like dying embers
This place draws me near to you, it makes me remember

The day I kissed your forehead, and placed those flowers on your chest
That feeling of relief, to know you were at rest
You know I miss your touch, and the way you used to smile
But I'm a better man, because you loved me for a while

The Love We Used To Share (You're Gone)

Written By: Rusty Kitchens

Everywhere I look, I see your shining face
It takes me back a couple of years, to a better kind of place
Cant' stand another day of living without your touch
Trying to find happiness, but the pain it hurts too much

I'm rolling down the highway, looking in my side mirror
Hoping time will pass me by, so I can see more clear
Why did he up and take you, and leave me all alone
Don't know what I'll do, I can't make it on my own
We knew the day was coming, but never got prepared
Now I'm just left with memories, of the love we used to share

Other's say it was a blessing, you're done with all the hurting
I don't think they understand, and one thing is for certain
They've never had what we had, and might not ever will
I'm sick of hearing I'm sorry, and this time I have to kill

I'm rolling down the highway, looking in my side mirror
Hoping time will pass me by, so I can see more clear
Why did he up and take you, and leave me all alone
Don't know what I'll do, I can't make it on my own
We knew the day was coming, but never got prepared
Now I'm just left with memories, of the love we used to share

Up ahead I see some lights, coming around the curve
I've got the pedal down, this time I won't swerve
I hate to leave our son behind, but someday he'll understand
That living life without you here, makes me just half a man

I'm rolling down the highway, looking in my side mirror
Hoping time will pass me by, so I can see more clear
Why did he up and take you, and leave me all alone
Don't know what I'll do, I can't make it on my own
We knew the day was coming, but never got prepared
Now I'm just left with memories, of the love we used to share

Discography

Ranch Rock - Indipendent release in July 2007
contains 17 songs
4 of the tracks were done in a pro studio
the other 13 tracks were done on a home recorder using only 2 tracks (with all live drums and amps)
believe it or not it sounds pretty good
listen to all my tracks on
www.myspace.com\RockinRustyKitchens

Set List

Typically I have played 45 minute sets with 15 minute breaks. A night usually consisted of 4 or 5 sets. Some of my cover songs might include artists.
Montgomery Gentry, Tim McGraw, Led Zeppelin, Bad Company, Travis Tritt, Garth Brooks, Maroon 5, & Creed. (I play it all)