The Milroys

The Milroys

 Detroit, Michigan, USA
BandFolk

The husband and wife songwriting team of CJ and John takes you on a musical journey through a darker America. Cowboys and carnies, diners and dancehalls, Silvertones and shallow graves are roadside attractions along the way. www.themilroys.com

Biography

AS HEARD ON GARRISON KEILLOR'S "A PRAIRIE HOME COMPANION"

THE BOB HARRIS SESSION WITH THE MILROYS ON BBC RADIO 2 WILL AIR DEC. 6TH.

MAVERICK MAGAZINE UK INTERVIEWS THE MILROYS IN THEIR JANUARY ISSUE.

2006 CHRIS AUSTIN/MERLEFEST WINNERS
2008 SUSQUEHANNA FESTIVAL FINALISTS
2008 INTERNATIONAL NARRATIVE SONGWRITING
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2007 SOUTH FLORIDA FOLK FESTIVAL FINALISTS
2006 RIVERBLUFF SONG CONTEST HONORABLE MENTION
2005 AMERICAN SONGWRITER MAGAZINE WINNERS
2006 WVPE BACK PORCH TOP 30 CD OF THE YEAR
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"A formidable duo. Recommended". ~SING OUT MAGAZINE
"THIS ALBUM IS JUST A GEM"...Bob Harris on BBC 2
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"The Milroys are an inspiring duo ...They always make us feel like we have work to do.
We gladly steal their ideas when we can!" ~ Stacey Earle & Mark Stuart

The Milroys have shared the stage with greats like Tom Rush, Melanie, Ani Defranco, Old Crow Medicine Show, Suzy Bogguss, Donna the Buffalo, Hot Club of Cowtown, Diana Jones, John Gorka, Charlie Louvin, Guy Davis,Ruthie Foster, Railroad Earth, Martin Sexton, Marah, Colin Hay, Ellis Paul, Cheryl Wheeler, The Carolina Chocolate Drops and many, many more!

Lyrics

Daddy Every Sunday

Written By: C.J. & John Milroy

Daddy Every Sunday

We lived in Corte Madera, in the shadow of the prison,
My mama, my sister Katey Lynn & me.
It was four walls with a lid on, not a stick to sit on,
We watched our cartoons on a black & white T.V.
But every Sunday was a picnic, lemonade & licorice,
Mama took us out to San Francisco Bay.
And when our lunch was over, we’d head out to the prison
and the cold grey walls where Daddy had to stay.

We used to visit Daddy every Sunday.
Kate was only 3 or 4 back then , I’d say.
If Jesus can forgive a man for all the wrong he’s done
Why can’t the state of California do the same.

Finger-painted pictures, Christmas cards and Scripture,
Photos from my trip in senior class.
My high school diploma, another one from Loyola,
Through the years, I held them all up to the glass.
When our hour was over, someone would tap him on the shoulder,
Daddy’d rise and say “Our time today is through.”
“Just ‘cus I only see you Sundays, don’t think for a moment,
That a hour goes by that I don’t think of you”

We used to visit Daddy every Sunday.
Katey knew all the prison guards by name.
If Jesus can forgive a man for all the wrong he’s done
Why can’t the state of California do the same.

Dropped my oldest off at softball, came home and took the phone call,
There’d been an accident on a detail, clearin’ trees
We had the funeral on a Sunday, and Katey came up from L.A.,
She brought her husband, whose a writer on T.V.
The old San Quentin minister, gave a sermon so familiar,
How Jesus watches all the men inside.
And when their hour is over, He taps them on the shoulder…

I still visit Daddy every Sunday...

SILVER BULLET

Written By: C. J. & John Milroy

Silver Bullet

My name is Emma Sample
And I don’t got long to live
I worked at the Muhlenburg Paint Factory
I gave it all I had to give
But in the fall of ‘37
Asbestos took my lung
And these years of dread and worry
Are going to take the other one.

I raised me up a daughter and I named her Arrabelle
She has always been a good girl, but she didn’t marry well
When the preacher said, “Is there anyone who can give me a reason why
These two should not be married”
I should have reached up for the sky

Silver bullet, bright and shiny
Help me to leave this evil thing behind me
I’m gonna put that devil in a grave of earth and wood
I’m gonna put you, silver bullet,
Where you’ll do some good

Black is the nightfall. Blue is the sky
Black and blue are the colors of my Arrabelle’s eye
When she comes home from workin’ late
He’s already in his sin
You could tap that man like a barrel and his blood would smell like gin

Jesus, please forgive me for what I’m about to do
But you seem like such a fair man, and you’d do the same thing too
It’s my one last act of mercy, it’s my one last act of grace
No more scars and dark glasses on my Arrabelle’s face

And when we meet down yonder
In the fiery forge of Hell
He can do me like he wants to
But he can’t touch Arrabelle.

COAL TOWN BOY

Written By: CJ & JOHN MILROY

You can write your name in the coal dust, on the windows of our town.
And it's caked on all the steeples,so our church bells never toll.
Every morning,with our lunch pails high, we lower each other down.
I guess I'll never have to worry 'bout gettin' old.

Cus' there's many ways a young man can meet an early end.
And here in Harlan County, we got twelve more than the rest.
If you don't go young, there's still the hourglass of time
That drops the dust like sand into your chest.

Daddy's little man
Momma's pride and joy
From the day that you were born
You've been a Coal Town Boy
You've been a Coal Town Boy

This man came out to Jellico, he had a guitar in his hand
Passed out pamphlets for the Union, sang some songs about it too.
But I've seen the Guardsmen comin' with their rifles and their chains
And I'm not sure what all that singings gonna do.

When it's my time, please take me far from the Harlan County line
Take a bus to California, spread my ashes all around
I don't no slab of marble, no flowers or no grave.
Cus' I've already spent a lifetime underground

Daddy's little man
Momma's pride and joy
From the day that you were born
You've been a Coal Town Boy
You've been a Coal Town Boy

THE MARRYIN' KIND

Written By: CJ & JOHN MILROY

The Marryin’ Kind

My mind’s runnin’ fast and it won’t stop now
While momma’s sewin’ my wedding gown
I’ll tell you, you’re a dear close friend of mine
I’ve finally found me that marryin’ kind

With his Stetson hat and new polished boots
Sears and Roebuck box-back suit
His eyes could teach a diamond how to shine
Mama calls that the marryin’ kind

All my worries all my fears I’m putting in the past
All my hopes and all my dreams are coming true at last

I met his mama, he treats her fine
One of five, he’s the oldest son
One day, we will have some of our own
We’ll be rockin’ them babies one by one

I’d like to thank, my lucky star,
for finding me a dream come true
Tonight we’ll ask, that lucky star.
If he could find you that marryin’ kind too.
Find you that marryin’ kind too.

Floating high and I can’t come down
Hope momma’s finished my wedding gown
You know that dreams come true from time to time
Well, I’ve finally met me that marryin’ kind
That marryin’ kind

All my worries all my fears I’m putting in the past
All my hopes and all my dreams are coming true at last

HALLELUJAH TIME

Written By: CJ & JOHN MILROY

Hallelujah Time

When you’re feeling low and you’ve given up hope
Let me give you a bit of advice
Just when you think you’re down to the end of your rope
It’s Hallelujah Time

Tell the rich man in his limousine
He can’t ride that thing to where we’re goin’
Tell the sad and fading beauty queen
It’s Hallelujah Time

Glory, Glory Hallelujah
That’s what the children say
No one can carry you to the heavenly throne
You’re gonna have to get there on your own.

There’s a mansion in the heavenly sky
And there’s a room for anyone who wants it
Come out tonight and testify
It’s Hallelujah Time

The burden I carry is a heavy one
But I don’t have to lift it by myself
And when I lay it down when the day is done
That’s Hallelujah Time

Don’t turn to a bottle ’cause a bottle will run dry
Don’t look for answers from the stars in the sky
Give those numbers a rest
And put on your Sunday best

It’s Hallelujah Time

MY FAVORITE HEARTACHE

Written By: CJ & jOHN MILROY

My Favorite Heartache

You, You are my favorite heartache
The one I always come back to
The one I always come back to

You, You are my fondest memory
The one I always come back to
The one I always come back to

I guess that you might say
I’m the keeper of the flame
Holding on to the memory of you
And the dream of reconciliation
But every now and then, a dream comes true

Discography

The Milroys debut CD "The Milroys" peaked at no. 52 on the Americana Music Charts. Recorded in Athens, GA with REM's John Keane, it features ex-Whiskeytown-er Caitlin Cary & Thad Cockrell, new-grassers Railroad Earth, the Persuasions' Jerry Lawson and Gram Parsons' sideman Al Perkins. Samples can be heard here and on www.themilroys.com