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Louisiana Lullaby

Written By: (c) 2004 Will Scott (BMI)

Hey long time how have you been
I hear that you're still wanderin'
Running lost from sand to sand
Like a sailor stranded on the land

You know you ought to come see me
Out beneath my willow tree
In my apron and those old blue jeans
All decked out in New Orleans

Louisiana lullaby
Come and rest with me a while
Pray the lord your soul to keep
And sleep down where the willows weep

Remember how those streets would shine
At twilight when we lived on Vine
How they mocked us with their silver glow
And left us feeling hollow

When you left I wasn't far behind
I wandered too and lost my mind
Found a story where the river bends
And this last letter's how it ends

Louisiana lullaby
Come and rest with me a while
Pray the lord your soul to keep
And sleep down where the willows weep

Do a favor for an old lost friend
And lay back down beside me when
The moon calls Winter's tides to rise
And flood the last hope from your eyes

Well its just a little place I found
Where Spanish moss hangs gently down
And evergreen magnolias stand
You're the only one who'd understand

Louisiana lullaby
Come and rest with me a while
Pray the lord your soul to keep
And sleep down where the willows weep

Mother May I

Written By: Will Scott and Preacher Boy (Christopher Watkins)

© 2004

Four-fingered sign board
Been bendin' my spine lord
There's all this temptation around
My head's to the halo
But my heart's hangin' way low
And my legs just wanna lie down
Oh mother may I
I seen the fork in the road
That you been warnin' about
Separatin' salvation and sin
But if you'd only look onward
Up and over the hill
You'd see the road come together again
Oh mother may I
Well I'm callin on my savior
Could you do me the favor
Of convincin' my neighbor
That its alright to love thy
Lord, if there ain't any available saint
Do you mind if I go over and try
Oh mother may I
I know that feelin' you feelin'
Ain't really got you reelin'
Any more than you been reeled before
I ain't as bad as you say
You ain't as good as you play
Let's meet in the middle and make sure
Oh mother may I
Fire and brimstone
Honey and jam
There's two sides to every pose
I'll believe in heaven
But I won't believe in hell
If you'll keep you one good eye closed
Well I'm callin on my savior
Could you do me the favor
Of convincin' my neighbor
That its alright to love thy
Lord, if there ain't any available saint
Do you mind if I go over and try

Country Soil

Written By: (c) 2004, Will Scott and Christopher "Preacher Boy" Watkins (BMI)

I came up on the river
With each cuff up to each knee
You can take me from the river
But the river stays with me
All the rivers in my memory won't dry easily

Seems like i been walkin'
Since the day that i was free
You can take me off the road
But the road's gon' stay with me
All the roads in my memory won't end easily

Get me out of this house of mirrors
Lift my head up from this book of dreams
Set my down on country soil
Where every little thing is what it seems

Every place that i have lived in
Gives the rain a road to sea
You can take me from the raindrops
But the raindrops stay with me
All the raindrops in my memory won't dry easily

The country's like a mirror
All you are is what you see
You can take me from the country
But the country stays with me
All the country in my memory won't fade easily

Get me out of this house of mirrors
Lift my head up from this book of dreams
Set my down on country soil
Where every little thing is what it seems

Gnawbone

Written By: Will Scott and Christopher "Preacher Boy" Watkins, copyright 2004

Howard at the farm you know
He used to be the law
Left his long right arm one night
Drunk in Omaha

Well Jesus, Mary, fire alarm
damndest thing I think I ever saw
Momma tryin' to keep her baby warm
Smother him in her bra

Old blue Bob’s got cable
So there ain’t much he ain’t seen
Misty’s young and able and she
Just turned seventeen

And hey there go hero Joe
With his arm around Christine
Walkin like he know some shit
He ain’t never seen

Get along boy and get long gone
Gnawbone

And Grandpa’s in the pumpkin patch
Pullin pumpkins off the vine
Says those way over there are yours
And these right here are mine

If this old town has its way
You’ll shrivel on that there vine
In this life there’s just some things
You got to leave behind

If you leave you’re mama cryin’
She can’t save you from your sin
Kiss her cheek when it come time
Tell her ‘til we meet again

Then ride whatever it is you find
Up beyond lake Michigan
Jesus he rambled and he won’t mind
But the devil might find you in

Get along boy and get long gone
Gnawbone

Broken Arrow

Written By: Will Scott, copyright 2009

Lord I wish I was on a train
Stuck in rails like blood in a vein
Sailing amber waves of grain
Never to go home again

My sister left when I was nine
Dad’s legs are weak and so are mine
Someone’s got to stay behind
So, I suppose that’s where you’ll find me

This girl I don’t know, named Michelle
She’s showing like a wedding bell
I guess I must have known her well
Well enough to bind me

Lord I wish I was on a train
Rust in the rails, out in the rain
Sailing amber waves of grain
Never to go home again

On those rusty tracks I’d stay
To watch it all go away
Between the rails it’s hard to stray
But I’m sure that I could find a way

Some are made to plow and sow
And reap just barely what they owe
I guess if God wanted me to go
He’d have given me wings instead of family

Lord I wish I was on a train
Stuck in rails like blood in a vein
Sailing amber waves of grain
Never to go home again

This glass it don’t know where I’ve been
Just bourbon, beer, moonshine, and gin
Whiskey please forget my sins
And keep me straight and narrow

Mother, if you come back this way
While I may not be what you prayed
Know at least that I have stayed
And stood alongside the sparrow

Lord I wish I was on a train
Rust in rails, blood in veins
Sailing amber waves of grain
Far away from Broken Arrow

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Lyrics by Will Scott, copyright 2009

Lazy Summertime

Written By: Will Scott and Christopher "Preacher Boy" Watkins

there went the ant man trundlin'
his barrow up and over the ground
carryin' twice his weight in coal
enough to warm the whole damn town

yonder lay grasshopper
naked as a newborn bug
wasn't thinkin' on nothin' but the sun
just like an old cow chewin' cud

lazy summertime
ain't no time at all
before you sing away the summertime
and cry away the fall
turns on a dime
lazy summertime

grasshopper, he had high times
singin' from dusk to dawn
life weren't nothin' but a melody
to a fleeting slice of song

the ant man didn't like dancin'
and he didn't like rock n' roll
he had his soul in the heavens
and his body down in a hole

lazy summertime
ain't no time at all
before you sing away the summertime
and cry away the fall
turns on a dime
lazy summertime

the ant man weren't no sinner
but he prayed just like he was
in the dark heart of the winter
evil is as evil does

the snows came early last year
caught everybody by surprise
the ant man prayed for safety
before he nightly closed his eyes

and he slept so sound that he never heard
the song outside his door, so low
playin' upon a broken wing
by a frozen bow

lazy summertime
ain't no time at all
before you sing away the summertime
and cry away the fall
turns on a dime
lazy summertime

© 2006 Will Scott (BMI) and Christopher "Preacher Boy" Watkins (Preach Songs Music, BMI, administered by Kobalt Music)

Discography

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Set List

Sets include original alt. country, rock, blues romps. Coming from a bar-gig and songwriter background, Will is used to playing three and four hour shows as well as one hour showcases.