Thomas Cory Myers

Thomas Cory Myers

 Hays, North Carolina, USA
BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Singer/songwriter who loves to inspire others through music.

Biography

I grew up in Stokes County, NC. I graduated from South Stokes High School in 1998. I moved to Wilkes County, NC and have been living there ever since. I work at Salem Stained Glass building, restoring and installing stained glass windows. I am an artist, author and a musician. I've played guitar since I was 16. I write, sing and perform songs (most of which are originals). I've played at bars, festivals, churches and around campfires. Music has been a very important part of my life.

Lyrics

Mountain Homeplace

Written By: Thomas Cory Myers

This mountain is my home-place, a shelter from the storm. This mountain is my childhood from the time that I was born. This mountain is my teacher, who helps me as a friend. This mountain is my freedom that never has an end.
This mountain is my wonder in the twinkling of an eye. This mountain will be my tombstone on the day that I will die. This mountain is my message, my words and my song. This mountain is my family. This mountain is my home. Oh, make me a home on a mountain of stone, deep in the rolling hills, by the waterfall and as I sit upon this Stone Mountain face, I think about my own mountain home-place.

Self-fullfilled Prophecy

Written By: Thomas Cory Myers

Well, I've tried so hard to be your lover. I tried to be your friend. I just can't seem to get either right. Sometimes, I feel like I can never win. What should I say? What should I do? Oh, why don't you love me like you used to? Some days you give me praise. Other days you push me away. Sometimes I feel like I'm high on your list. Other times I feel like I don't exist. Oh Lord, it's such a shame. It's a shame we keep playing this game. Oh, oh, oh, time and time again, I wonder how this song will end. Some days you heal my pain. Other days you drive me insane. Sometimes I feel like I'm getting rich. Other times I feel like I'm in the ditch. Oh Lord, it's such a shame. It's a shame we keep playing this game. Oh, oh, oh, time and time again I wonder how this song will end

Scores of Pain

Written By: Thomas Cory Myers

When I met you, I swear the ocean set on fire. Even the limbs on the trees would bend to my desire. The earth gave way to an everlasting light, while the wind waged a war on an invisible fight. Through sounds of devastation there's a nourishing love. The sight of a lion lying next to a dove. A silent compassion of a cleansing rain. A song of triumph through scores of pain. When I came to, I found an interesting sight. All I could see was there for me everyday and night. The city was crying with shame and the train was running late. Even though it all stays the same everywhere you see another brand new change. We just keep moving along through the sound of the song, through the scores of pain, until we find the time to decide on what we've got to do. We've got to make it right. Bustling down, underground. The lights go by as the world goes 'round. Catch a ride to the other side of town.

The Ballad of Rowbie Williams

Written By: Thomas Cory Myers

Up Widow's Creek just as fast as I can, trying to get away from that revenuer man. I left my coat on an old oak tree, well that revenuer never saw a hair of me.
Working in the Flats of the Air Bellow's gap, gonna fill it to the brim of a gas can cap. The money up north never was too good, so I'm working on still like a 'Hill boy should.
Up on Cut-Throat Ridge the sheriff is dead, he tried to stop a man from earning his bread. I hope that Hays is gonna treat you alright, he might give you a year and a day and a night.
Well, no one ever got hurt by a little moonshine, it's hard to understand why they call it a crime. If it was up to me there wouldn't be no tax and we wouldn't have to run from that revenuer ax.