The Ridgewood Boys

The Ridgewood Boys

 Columbia, Kentucky, USA
BandCountryBluegrass

Since Chris picked up a guitar in 2001 at age thirteen, he and his dad Rick have been playing and singing mountain music together. They specialize in close harmony singing, sometimes sweet and sometimes hair-raising. They like the old songs the best.

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Lyrics

Save the Roses

Written By: Rick Saenz

Rick Saenz • 606-787-4089 • richard.m.saenz@gmail.com

Save the Roses

Once I wanted to climb to the top of the heap
Wanted praise for the things I had done
But now all I want is a good night’s sleep
Save the roses for when I’m dead and gone

Save the roses for when I am gone
Don’t need praise for the things I have done
Just looking for a friend who’ll stand by me to the end
Save the roses for when I’m dead and gone

I piled up a fortune to see me to the end
Then all my plans came undone
Now nothing’s more precious than the love of a friend
Save the roses for when I’m dead and gone

I wanted people to look up to me
To think that I was the one
But fame has a price, while the good life is free
Save the roses for when I’m dead and gone

How About Never

Written By: Rick Saenz

Rick Saenz • 606-787-4089 • richard.m.saenz@gmail.com

How About Never

The company I worked for was flying mighty high
Bosses living large, the rest just scraping by
I asked when they planned to spread the wealth around
They just laughed and told me I had it upside down

How about never, how does never work for you
This place is flush because of us, you haven’t got a clue
Just be happy there’s work for you to do
How about never, how does never work for you

A little later on the economy got rough
They handed me a pink slip, I had to pack my stuff
I asked when they planned to hire me back again
The paymaster smiled, set down his fountain pen

How about never, how does never work for you
We ran the numbers, couldn’t find enough for you to do
The rest will work three times as hard, that’ll see us through
How about never, how does never work for you

Bills piling up, rent coming due
Could use a little cash to help me make it through
I asked when I’d get some back of all that I’d paid in
They told me the bad news, I won’t see it again

How about never, how does never work for you
The Congress used that money to pay off a debt or two
Didn’t seem to help much, more bills are coming due
How about never, how does never work for you

Learned to do things for myself, get by without cash
So I hardly even noticed when the market up and crashed
They came and asked me when I’d start buying stuff again
I shook my empty piggy bank, told them with a grin

How about never, how does never work for you
You say I need new stuff, turns out that isn’t true
Just use it up or wear it out, make it do or do without
How about never, how does never work for you

I Didn't Know Them At All

Written By: Rick Saenz

Rick Saenz • 606-787-4089 • richard.m.saenz@gmail.com

I Didn’t Know Them At All

The preacher and his wife walked down
To the station in the pouring rain
Stepped onto the tracks, held each other tight
And turned to face the oncoming train

I always thought I knew them well
Never thought that they could fall
But folks can hide what they need to hide
I didn’t know them at all

We searched but never found a note
Our hearts they wished to spare
But it grieves us to know they took their lives
For a reason they could not share

Their children thought they knew them well
No sorrows they recall
But folks can hide what they need to hide
They didn’t know them at all

I was raised to keep doubts to myself
To carry the weight alone
Never burden my loved ones in any way
My troubles were all my own

My family thinks they know me well
Think I’m too strong to fall
But folks can hide what they need to hide
They don’t know me at all

I talked to my boy on the phone last night
First time in fifteen years
He told me he wished he’d never left
And I couldn’t hold back my tears

I always thought I knew him well
Never thought that he would call
But folks can hide what they need to hide
I didn’t know him at all

You Can't Stow Away on the Gospel Ship

Written By: Rick Saenz

Rick Saenz • 606-787-4089 • richard.m.saenz@gmail.com

You Can’t Stow Away on the Gospel Ship

Every time the doors of the church were open
You’d find me sitting inside
But I never walked the aisle or knelt at the altar
I was only along for the ride
I would shout and sing with the brothers and sisters
But I could not bring myself to pray
And then the preacher said the words that set my spirit free
On that grand and glorious day

He said, You can't stow away on the gospel ship
You've got to sign up for the ride
Cause Jesus watches over that old ship of Zion
And there ain't no place to hide
But the passage is free if you'll only believe
The Savior will welcome you inside
You can't stow away on the gospel ship
You've got to sign up for the ride

He said, Some people think this building is the gospel ship
Just come inside and catch yourself for the ride
But it’s only the depot where you pick up your ticket
For the journey to the other side
You’ve got to trust and obey, leave your burdens at the altar
Walk the aisle, give your life to the Lord
You'll be walking up the gangplank to that old ship of Zion
Where the saints will welcome you aboard

Well, now here I'd been thinking heaven wouldn't take me
Till I made myself spotless and white
But finally I knew I could lay it all on Jesus
He would make everything right
I walked up the aisle, knelt at the altar
The brothers and sisters gathered round
And as I gave my heart to Jesus, we raised up a song
And set sail to that glorious sound

Heard it in a Song

Written By: Rick Saenz

I never plowed a field or dug a ton of coal
Never rode the rails or heard a lonesome whistle blow
Things are different now, those times are long gone
But I know what life was like back then cause I heard it in a song

I heard it in a song, and it means so much to me
The old songs can touch my heart and set my spirit freee
When they sing about the old days, I start to hum along
I know life was good back then cause I heard it in a song

They worked real hard ‘til the day came to an end
Spent evenings on the porch with family and friends
Went to church on Sunday, they all knew right from wrong
I know all these things are true cause I heard it in a song

I never lived the kind of life I like to sing about
I spend my days behind the wheel on this delivery route
But the radio is playing and my heart is beating strong
I dream about the good life cause I heard it in a song