Smythe and Taylor

Smythe and Taylor

 Houston, Texas, USA
BandFolkAcoustic

It's Folk, It's Bluegrass, It's Jazz-inflected Blues - You've Never Heard This!

Biography

Smythe and Taylor are known for their symbiotic harmony, humorous lyrics and 3D guitar playing.

They have been nominated in multiple years to the Academy of Texas Music, and won Vocal Group of the Year in 2009. Gary won the nationally-acclaimed Woody Guthrie songwriting contest and appeared on the festival’s main stage. TC earned the prestigious “Lifetime Achievement” award from the Houston-Fort Bend Songwriters’ Association .

Smythe and Taylor have played across the US and have completed six european tours and will be visiting Japan in 2012..

Lyrics

Hit the Road Again

Written By: Smythe and Taylor

Hit the Road Again (D-18)

I was handmade in Nazareth the one that’s in PA.
Built of polished wood and steel in early ’48
They packed me in a guitar case and put me on a train
Just another shiny face into the springtime rain

I was bought by a man in Memphis for his baby’s lullaby
He was pretty new at this but you know so was I
So we grew up together till I got traded off for rent
But I was glad to help out ‘cause the money’d all been spent

I’ve been in every pawn shop all around this town
Watching hoping everyday like a dog inside a pound
Spent nights dark and silent ‘til the right person comes in
Then it’s pay the man tune me up and hit the road again
Then it’s pay the man tune me up and hit the road again

Well we almost made the big time, Nashville Tennessee
Came close on that record deal old Jimmy Lee and me
And this crack I got that very day when he got into the fight
Bet he drank a quart of whisky and we sang George Jones all night

I traded hands three times one night in an all night poker game
Then we drifted down to Richmond town no longer seeking fame
My path has taken twists and turns could have gone another way
But it seems that dreams don’t burn out fast they just sort of drift… away

And my spruce top it has yellowed from the smoke inside these bars
My sound you know has mellowed I’m just a beat up road guitar
All the songs I seem to play get slower every day
and the crowds are growing smaller everyplace we play

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Then one day through that pawn shop door a kind old man came in
He said “I’m searching for an old guitar that I knew as a kid”
“My father’d play me lullabies before he passed away
Those songs of love he sang have made me what I am today”

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3/4 Time

Written By: Smythe and Taylor

IT’S TWO IN THE AFTERNOON AND I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY
THE KIDS WILL BE HOME REAL SOON AND THIS MOMENT WILL FADE
PUT DOWN MY GUITAR AND PICK UP MY KIDS
TRADE THIS DREAM IN JUST LIKE I DID YESTERDAY

I’M LIVING MY LIFE IN THREE QUARTER TIME
THREE QUARTERS THEIRS AND NONE OF IT MINE
I AIN’T SORRY FOR THE WOMAN WHO I GREW UP TO BE – THAT’S FINE
BUT I WISH I HAD A LITTLE MORE TIME

IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING NOW AND I HAVE TOO MUCH TO SAY
THE SUN WILL BE UP REAL SOON AND THIS MOMENT WILL FADE
PUT MY KIDS DOWN FOR THE LAST TIME TONIGHT
PICK UP MY GUITAR AND TRY TO WRITE ONE MORE LINE

I’M LIVING MY LIFE IN THREE QUARTER TIME
THREE QUARTERS THEIRS AND NONE OF IT MINE
I AIN’T SORRY FOR THE WOMAN WHO I GREW UP TO BE – I’M FINE
BUT I WISH I HAD A LITTLE MORE TIME

I’M WRITING A SONG ABOUT WRITING A SONG
REFLECTING ON EVERYTHING I’M DOIN’ WRONG.
AM I DOIN’ WRONG?

I’M LIVING MY LIFE IN THREE QUARTER TIME
THREE QUARTERS THEIRS AND NONE OF IT MINE
I AIN’T SORRY FOR THE WOMAN WHO I GREW UP TO BE – CAUSE SHE’S FINE
BUT I WISH I HAD A LITTLE MORE TIME
I WISH I HAD A LITTLE MORE
WISH I HAD A LITTLE MORE
WISH I HAD A LITTLE MORE TIME

Heaven's Not The Great Beyond

Written By: Smythe and Taylor

Well I ran across Jesus Christ today
glancin' through a window pane
He was drinking a cup of coffee
at Jack's on 3rd and Main
And the fogged up diner window
was all there was to keep the cold away
So I sat down at his table
I could tell he had some things to say

I said, "I thought you rose to somethin' better
when they nailed you to that pine"
He said "Aw, that's just a little parlor trick
to keep the flock in line.
But I thoguht I'd better try again
cause this world's way out of whack
and there's a bunch-a people speakin' for me
who are really off the track."

Cause heaven's not the great beyond
you can be there everyday
could be talkin' to some stranger
in some coffeeshop cafe
and hell is not some place below,
it's more a state of mind
it's a sad or lost or wasted day
or a friend you've left behind
it's a sad or lost or wasted day
or a friend you've left behind.

He said "Well you know those 1-800 righteous folks
who've declared themselves a saint?
When somebody tells you how smart they are
it's a sure sign that they ain't
They claim a hotline straight to gloryland
to the Lord and all his men
but when they go poundin' on the pearly gates
well they aint' gettin' in!

But you know religion it is a perfect game
it's like rollin' out all sevens
'cause people'll trade their Sunday money
to buy their piece of heaven
And you can promise folks eternity
and who knows if you've lied
Nobody's gonna sue when they're gone
if there ain't no other side

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So I left a five there on the table
payin for his brew
Well he died for me all those years ago
it was the least that I could do
The son of God or just some homeless guy
well I guess I'll never know
He just crunched in down the boulevard
into the drifting snow

"Hey man, what's the secret?"
I yelled as he faded from my view
He said "Just treat a stranger like a friend my friend,
just do what you can do
and live your life full every day
and one more thing before I fly,
if you want to get to heaven
don't wait until you die."

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Discography

"Come What May"
"Underground Folk"
"You Shoulda Been Here Yesterday"
"Maybe It's Because I'm Missing You"
"Live At The Hops House"
"And Then Some"
"Down At Zeke's"

We enjoy weekly radio play across the Pacifica Radio Network and have samples in the listening room on our website, http://www.smytheandtaylor.com

We have also appeared on several compilation CDs .