Terry Burdette

Terry Burdette

 Livingston, Tennessee, USA
SoloAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Music styled after folk/rock..lyrics aimed at intellect as well as heart. acoustic guitar takes the front seat production wise. Neil Young, Tom Petty, Greg Brown are all some of my mentors.

Biography

Raised in WV, my music has been recorded by Barbara Fairchild, Kelly Nelon Thompson, and Bobby Lewis. Sang professionally with Higher Ground in the mid-80's, as well as vocal domo work and jingles for Pat Patrick Productions.

Lyrics

Hillbilly Boy

Written By: Terry Burdette

Hillbilly Boy
By: Terry Burdette 2011

You know he liked hard women, kind that rolled their own cigarettes
Just as tough as the men whose empty pockets nearly beat em to death

Treat em like dirt
Toss em a bone
Wasn’t pretty to look at
But he was never alone

His daddy used to run whiskey
But no woman ever paid his bills
He’s a hillbilly boy...fallin downhill

He could have plowed some dirt or dug a little coal
Lord if the work didn’t break his back, the boss would break his soul

Treat him like dirt
Toss him a bone
It wasn’t pretty to look at
So he just stayed home

His daddy used to run whiskey
But what he’s cookin don’t need no still
He’s a hillbilly boy...fallin downhill

You know his daddy worked hard... took him a wife
The liquor helped to pay the rent not a way of life
Corn by the bushel, or corn by the jar
Even kin folk won’t help you, if ya go too far

His daddy used to run whiskey
But what he’s cookin don’t need no still
He’s a hillbilly boy...fallin downhill

American Dreams

Written By: Terry Burdette

American Dreams
By: Terry Burdette©2008

I wanna work out on the Union Pacific Railroad
Before the east meets the west and ends the show
Might pan a little gold in Silver City
Who knows I just might strike the mother load

I’m sick of this crowded smoke-filled city
I dreamed last night I was camping on the Plains
Out west is where I’m gonna find my future
out west is my American Dreams

Yeah My American dreams..this land is bursting at the seams
Close your eyes and hear her sing...some American Dreams

Been diggin ditches with this guy since last December
A Chinaman from western Arkansas
I know that guy may look a little different
But one night he saved my life in a barroom brawl

He says out west ten bucks will buy a man a hundred acres
Work the land 5 years put up yer fence
I’ve always loved the sight of golden wheat fields
Blowin softly in the cool September winds

Yeah My American dreams..this land is bursting at the seams
Close your eyes and hear her sing...some American Dreams

Got a letter from an old friend down in Texas
Said they’re rounding up the strays on Chisholm Trail
Them Longhorns can fetch a pretty penny
And I bet that cowboy life is cool as hell

Passed the Lady in the harbor from a west bound freighter
Her torch raised high for the world to see
Sayin if you bring me a heart full of ambition
I’ll whisper some American Dreams