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Born to be a Thief
Genres
Bluegrass, Americana, Folk, Country Rock
Keywords / Mood
Moody, Driving, Intense, Powerful, Epic.
Themes of rogue lifestyle, world-weariness, other-worldliness
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Banjo, Drums, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley.
Electric Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Banjo, Vocals - Pete Briley
Drums - Ryan Smith
ISRC - UKWC92300043
ISWC - T-319.648.189-3
Tunecode - 576660BW
Lyrics
Sometimes I believe
I was born to be a thief
Born to look for more
Than I can see
I’m all out of love
I’m all out of hate,
When they put me in the ground
The devil’s out of work
Vs1
Doesn’t matter how you roll the dice
It’s still the same old luck every night
There’s echoes of my life at every stop on the line
CHORUS
Vs2
I wound up no place special on the map
Wearing devil skin boots and a half-inched trucker cap
I ain’t got a Gambling problem just a horse that never wins
Chords:
Intro - Em
Ch “Sometimes I believe”
Em / Bm / D / Em (double stab) x 2
Vs “Doesn’t matter how you roll the dice”
Em / G / D / Em
“There’s echoes”
G / A / F#m / Em
Holy Ground
Genres
Rock, Hard Rock, Blues Rock
Keywords / Mood
Intense, Dark, Epic.
Themes of standing tall, strength
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux.
Vocals and Guitar - David Roux
Pedal Steel Guitar, Bass Guitar, Vocals - Pete Briley
Drums - Ryan Smith
ISRC - UKWC92300039
ISWC - T-319.648.201-2
Tunecode - 576660EM
Lyrics
I stop seeing double if I close just one eye
Thinking’s bad, feelings are worse and I ain’t got time to cry
I am my own god, I am my own devil
Got a foot in both camps, a drink in my hand it keeps me on the level
It don’t matter how you play the game it’s still the same old chance
It’s cold standing in my shadow, I don’t hear your song and dance.
I write my luck, I’ve dealt my hand
I’m not the type to run and hide
You’re standing on holy ground
I cast a real long shadow, hold a grudge til the end of time
Don’t ask me for forgiveness if you know you crossed my line
You’re acting like you’re Jesus but you don’t look like my son
I’m god around here so sling your hook, don’t walk you’d better run
It don’t matter how you play the game it’s still the same old chance
It’s cold standing in my shadow, I don’t hear your song and dance.
I write my luck, I’ve dealt my hand
I’m not the type to run and hide
You’re standing on holy ground
Bag of Bones
Genres
Rock, Americana, Rhythm and Blues, Classic Rock
Keywords / Mood
Driving, Emotive, Hopeful, Positive, Upbeat, Optimistic.
Themes of being imperfect but giving your all
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Clean Lyrics, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written By David Roux, Peter Briley
Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Guitar, Bass Guitar - David Roux
Drums - Ryan Smith
ISRC - UKWC92300042
ISWC - T-320.738.701-3
Tunecode - 580341DP
Lyrics
I ain’t homeless
I’m just rough around the edges
Guess it looks like I’m coming apart at the seams
It’s taken 20 years to break in these old blue jeans
I’ve got my best friend on the end of this lead
And we can both see you’re the one in need
You can take this bag of bones
Take this bag of bones
Well if you need them you can take them home
Maybe i’m long in the tooth
But I ain’t 20 years old and bullet proof
I ain’t as fast as I once was
I ain’t got much to my name
Except some aches and pains
I’ve got my best friend on the end of this lead
And we can both see you’re the one in need
Won’t you take this bag of bones
Take this bag of bones
Well if you need them you can take them home
Chicken Fried Snake
Genres
Rock, Bluegrass, Blues, Roots
Keywords / Mood
Uptempo, Driving, Thumping.
Themes of otherworldliness, a strange place
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Banjo, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke, Acoustic Version
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley
Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Banjo, Bass Guitar - Pete Briley
Drums - Ryan Smith
ISRC - UKWC92000001
ISWC - T-931.718.938-1
Tunecode - 394639BU
Lyrics
I double parked the mothership at the drive-in diner motel
Chicken and Blues called to me and the small town clientele
‘Crystal’ said the name badge ‘I guess it’s a table for one?’
Tonight I’m flying solo, I’m a greedy son of a gun
Coffee or Moonshine, Whatever it takes
If you’re sittin’ in tonight
It’s chicken-fried snake
Chicken fried snake
It ain’t champagne on a Tuesday
Or Friday’s fish and chips
It’s reptile without cutlery
Serpent and Garlic Dips
I’m a rhinestone cowboy
In a nudie suit
I just ordered myself some deep-fried python boots
Ask about the menu, is that a mistake?
Ain’t you got nothin’ but
Chicken Fried Snake?
I got a one-track mind and I’m gonna go to town
Gonna chew this cobra and wash it down
Well Here comes dinner through the glory hole
With A fistful of fries and coiled rissole
I’m a rhinestone cowboy, with venom on the side
Want it done poultry style the way the colonel fried
Ask about the menu, is that a mistake?
Ain’t you got nothing but
Chicken Fried Snake
Chicken Fried Snake
Chicken Fried Snake
Chicken Fried Snake
Done My Time
Genres
Roots, Blues, Rock, Gospel
Keywords / Mood
Rhythmic, Chain Gang, Bluesy.
Themes of exhaustion, working hard
Instrumentation
Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Hammond Organ, Male Vocal, Female Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley
Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Guitar, Vocals, Bass Guitar - Pete Briley
Drums - Ryan Smith
Vocals - Trish Burke-Manser
Organ - David Evans
ISRC - UKWC92100020
ISWC - T-305.549.519-3 T-305.549.475-8
Tunecode - 467692ET
Lyrics
I’ll be older than God by the time I’m done
Tell the man I’ve done my time
Been a long time since I seen the sun
Tell the man I’ve done my time
Eyes down yonder, down the steel line
Tell the man I’ve done my time
One more rivet, claim my nickel and dime
Tell the man I’ve done my time
It’s 6:05 I’m running Dry
Give it 12 hours I’ll be back on this line
Breaking sweat, breaking rocks
Call Your Devil off, I’ve done my time
6 more hours till my work stops
Call Your Devil off, I’ve done my time
Wanna ride the train not lay the track
Call Your Devil off, I’ve done my time
They tell me this is life but it aint all that
Call Your Devil off, I’ve done my time
It’s 6:05 I’m running Dry
Give it 12 hours I’ll be back on this line
It’s 6:05 I’m running Dry
Give it 12 hours I’ll be back on this line
I’ve hammered white hot rivets with these fists for mile upon mile
I’ve got a thirst like an Arizona desert with cactus growing down my throat
And I’ve done my time, you call your devil off, cause I’ve paid my way
And when that whistle blows I’ll be first in line
I said I’ll be first in line
I’m running Dry
Give it 12 hours I’ll be back on this line
It’s 6:05 I’m running Dry
Give it 12 hours I’ll be back on this line
Red Rag
Genres
Rock, Blues Rock, Funk Rock
Keywords / Mood
Uptempo, Grooving
Themes of being bewildered, lyrical metaphor around colour
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Pedal Steel, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley.
Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Pedal Steel, Bass Guitar, Vocals - Pete Briley
Drums - Ryan Smith
ISRC - UKWC92100018
ISWC - T-321.598.182-7
Tunecode - 589018AW
Lyrics
I’m just a I’m a kid for being green
I’m just a I’m a fool for feeling blue
You make me scared you call me yellow
You’re just a red rag to a bull
I learned to swim
When I fell into the river
I had my first smoke
When I caught myself on fire
I learned how to drive
When daddy died at the wheel
Thank God I learned
How to sing to earn my dinner
I’m just a I’m a kid for being green
I’m just a I’m a fool for feeling blue
You make me scared you call me yellow
You’re just a red rag to a bull
I learned how to fist fight
When Momma she dressed me
dressed me up in her heels
Well, I learned how to balance
And that attracts ladies
‘Cause I’ve got that appeal
You said your name was Scarlet
You left me black and blue
You stole all my colours
And my deep purple CD Too
I’m just a I’m a kid for being green
I’m just a I’m a fool for feeling blue
You make me scared you call me yellow
You’re just a red rag to a bull
I felt that I was right on your trail
You see I’m fluent in barroom braille
Well you turned and you gave me a wink
And I saddled up alongside you
You said “For starters, just buy me a drink”
I’m just a I’m a kid for being green
I’m just a I’m a fool for feeling blue
You make me scared you call me yellow
You’re just a red rag to a bull
Rollin' Stone
Genres
Rock, Americana, Blues, Roots
Keywords / Mood
Driving, Retro
Themes of chasing a figure, communing with the dead
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Electric Piano, Organ, Banjo, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley
Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Banjo, Bass Guitar, Vocals - Pete Briley
Keys - David Evans
Drums - Ryan Smith
ISRC - UKWC92100017
ISWC - T-305.549.747-3
Tunecode - 467692EN
Lyrics
Every time I call you up on the phone
You never pick up cause you ain’t home
You got me tied up, stitched up and sewn
I always knew you was a rolling stone
These walls are paper thin
There’s tattoos on her skin
Drinking bathtub Gin
And I hear everything
There’s a band next-door,
Working on a tune
Did I hear your voice
Are you in their room?
Every time I call you up on the phone
You never pick up cause you ain’t home
You got me tied up, stitched up and sewn
I always knew you were a rolling stone
I drain my glass and turn it upside down
I call your name, are you around?
I Watch It slide across the floor
Are you in this room or just folklore?
I hide my lyrics in the cracks in the stones
I hope you read them now you’re safe at home
You got me tied up, stitched up and sewn
I always knew you were a rolling stone
Give me a sign
Come on and tell me that you’re here tonight I know you can hear
You’re rolling
Every time I call you up on the phone
You never pick up cause you ain’t home
You got me tied up, stitched up and sewn
I always knew you were a rolling stone
I hide my lyrics in the cracks in the stones
I hope you read them now you’re safe at home
You got me tied up, stitched up and sewn
I always knew you were a rolling stone
Enough About Me
Genres
Bluegrass, Americana, Country, Roots
Keywords / Mood
Fast-paced, optimistic, witty.
Themes of unbridled confidence, ego, humorous
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Organ, Banjo, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal, Female Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley
Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Banjo, Bass Guitar, Vocals - Pete Briley
Keys - David Evans
Vocals - Trish Burke-Manser
Drums - Ryan Smith
ISRC - UKWC92100021
ISWC - T-305.549.465-6
Tunecode - 467692EV
Lyrics
No one gave me this black eye I had to earn it
I was throwing shots above my weight
You’re my Goliath, you can call me Dave
They say fortune, it favours the brave
She said Fuck you, and the horse you rode up in here on
I always stand my ground, I never run
Let’s get outta here, c’mon let’s split
Use my custom saddle, it’s got my face on it
That’s enough about me, let’s talk about you, what do you think about me, I’m the best you can do
That’s enough about you, let’s talk about me, I’m a 12 on a 10 scale I should be on TV
There were five of them and one of me
If you’re taking bets just wait and see
Watch me strut my moves on the old dancefloor
No one grooves like me, I’m a drunk outlaw
That’s enough about me, let’s talk about you, what do you think about me, I’m the best you can do
That’s enough about you, let’s talk about me, I’m a 12 on a 10 scale I should be on TV
Bridge
Oh look around you, the sun is coming up
You’re running out of options, I’m gonna try my luck
I don’t know what hurts the most the slap around the face or the hangover I’m working on I’m a Friday night disgrace
That’s enough about me, let’s talk about you, what do you think about me, I’m the best you can do
That’s enough about you, let’s talk about me, I’m a 12 on a 10 scale I should be on TV
Back in the Game
Genres
Rock, Americana, Hard Rock
Keywords / Mood
Driving, Intense, Expansive
Themes of heavy drinking, partying hard
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Banjo, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley
Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Banjo, Bass Guitar, Vocals - Pete Briley
Drums - Ryan Smith
ISRC - UKWC92100015
ISWC - T-305.549.489-4
Tunecode - 467692CW
Lyrics
There’s a lot you can learn on the Old Oxford Road
We went Budweiser rafting and the beer it flowed
Sitting beside her was an old blind tiger
‘Can I get you a drink?’ She said of last summer’s cider
Let me know, oh let me know
Now we’re back in the game
Line up the pieces
White Russian Knights
Whiskey Pawns for chasers
Now we’re back
The old blind tiger, he gave me a wink
‘Won’t you come down and join me for an illegal drink?’
It’s 9:55, it’s getting late
Let’s get one more round in, these are going down great
Now we’re back in the game
Line up the pieces
White Russian Knights
Whiskey Pawns for chasers
Back in the game
Line up the pieces
White Russian Knights
Whiskey Pawns for chasers
Now we’re back
Now we’re back in the game
Line up the pieces
White Russian Knights
Whiskey Pawns for chasers
Back in the game
Line up the pieces
White Russian Knights
Whiskey Pawns for chasers
Now we’re back
Now the old blind tiger hooks his paw through my arm
Says ‘What’s your name, my drinking buddy? Now we’re back in the game’
Got It Made
Genres
Country, Country Rock, Americana
Keywords / Mood
Sweet, Romantic, Retro, Witty.
Themes of chasing a figure, communing with the dead
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Organ, Pedal Steel Guitar, Lap Steel, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley
Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Pedal Steel, Bass Guitar, Vocals - Pete Briley
Keys - David Evans
Drums - Ryan Smith
ISRC - UKWC92100016
ISWC - T-302.682.513-4
Tunecode - 446701GP
Lyrics
Gonna make us some shoes, gonna walk real far
Gonna build us a boat and I’ll play this guitar that I made you
Whilst wearing our shoes
Gonna make us some suits to go with our shoes
Gonna cut my own hair and drink my home brew,
won’t you join me for a bottle or two?
‘Cause I’m Jack, Jack of all trades, master of none
And I made you love me and that’s a home run
Drifting on downstream our toes in the water
All the things that I made her, I could have brought that just ain’t me
That ain’t my style
So let’s make a big noise, let’s make the news,
Let’s start a new craze with home made tattoos
Drinking home brew, whilst wearing our shoes
‘Cause I’m Jack, Jack of all trades, master of none
And I made you love me and that’s a home run
Now our shoes have got holes
This guitar’s out of tune
Our homemade tattoos are faded and blue
‘Cause I’m Jack, Jack of all trades, master of none
‘Cause I’m Jack, Jack of all trades, master of none
‘Cause I’m Jack, Jack of all trades, master of none
And I made you love me and that’s a home run
Sea Legs
Genres
Americana, Alt-Country, Country, Roots
Keywords / Mood
Laid back, reminiscient, powerful, emotive, reflective
Themes of valuing friends, friendship
Instrumentation
Weissenborn Lap Steel, Guitar, Piano, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal, Female Vocal, Fiddle
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley
Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Weissenborn, Bass Guitar - Pete Briley
Keys - David Evans
Drums - Ryan Smith
Vocals - Trish Burke-Manser
Fiddle - Rachel Crick
ISRC - UKWC92100024
ISWC - T-305.549.502-4
Tunecode - 467692FQ
Lyrics
Last night we took a turn down memory lane
I can’t remember a single damn thing
I’m sure you’ll remind me, I’ll be asking
You’ll tell me we all ached from laughing
I’ve got my sea legs
I’m used to spinning yarn in spinning rooms with all of you
I’ve got my my sea legs I’m used to
Spinning yarns with all of you my friends
We lined the track, and we rode the train
Now I don’t know where we’re headed, we’ll be back again
Another year older, another year wise
And I’m happy with these laughter lines round my eyes
I’ve got my sea legs
I’m used to spinning yarn in spinning rooms with all of you
I’ve got my my sea legs I’m used to
Spinning yarns with all of you my friends
Another year older, another year wise
And I’m happy with these laughter lines round my eyes
I’ve got my sea legs
I’m used to spinning yarn in spinning rooms with all of you
I’ve got my my sea legs I’m used to
Spinning yarns in Spinning Rooms
I’ve got my my sea legs I’m used to
Spinning yarns with all of you my friends
There's No Easy Way to Say This
Genres
Rock, Blues, Roots
Keywords / Mood
Retro, Witty, Foot stomping
Themes of wrestling with confronting a difficult topic through a witty lens
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Lap Steel, Banjo, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley
Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Lap Steel, Bass Guitar, Vocals - Pete Briley
Drums - Ryan Smith
ISRC - UKWC92100022
ISWC - T-305.549.502-4
Tunecode - 467692FQ
Lyrics
Theres no easy way to say this
Guess I'll say it to your face
Theres no easy way to phrase this
Got my bags packed just in case
Theres no easy way to break it
Guess its time that I admit
I'll write a note and mail it
She might buy that for a bit
I'll pretend that nothing’s happened
I was home here all along
The dog he’s got me covered
I was here and wrote this song
There’s no easy way to say this
Well I really must confess
Think it’s getting kinda complex
And I shouldn’t make you guess
I’ve worn the carpet out
And I’m staring at the phone,
The dog thinks he’s in trouble
He won’t even touch his bone
Theres no easy way to say this
Guess I'll say it to your face
Theres no easy way to phrase this
Got my bags packed just in case
Have Mercy
We’ve been here before
We’ll be here again
You know me too well it’ll happen again
There’s no easy way to this
There’s no easy way to this
There’s no easy way to this
There’s no easy way to this
It’ll Happen Again
Blame the Horse
Genres
Americana, Rock, Spaghetti Western
Keywords / Mood
Moody, Epic, Intense, Ethereal, Spaghetti Western
Themes of being cursed with bad luck, losing at gambling
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Lap Steel, Organ, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal, Female Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley
Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Lap Steel, Bass Guitar, Vocals - Pete Briley
Keys - David Evans
Drums - Ryan Smith
Vocals - Trish Burke-Manser
ISRC - UKWC92100023
ISWC - T-305.549.519-3
Tunecode - 491885KR
Lyrics
I lost it all on ‘Tennessee Hero’
Dressed to the nines a proper de Niro
All I’ve got is a hole in my shoe
a Bad bet from the outset, I’m looking for outlet
Trying to cash a bad check, trying to hide a shamrock tattoo
I’ll blame it on the horse
Never blame it on the truth
I’ll blame it on these worn out home made shoes
I’ll blame it on the suit
I’ll blame it on the blues
I’ll use any, any old excuse
Nothing ventured nothing feared
I’m dusty, I’m billy, I’ll be frank
I’ve grown a beard
That night it all went wrong
My fortunes were all gone
You left me by the tracks
Scratching out this song
Guess work is for the folk
Who can’t pick out a winner
Thank God I learned to sing for my dinner
I’ll blame it on the horse
Never blame it on the truth
I’ll blame it on these worn out home made shoes
I’ll blame it on the suit
I’ll blame it on the blues
I’ll use any, any old excuse
I’ll blame it on the horse
Never blame it on the truth
I’ll blame it on these worn out home made shoes
I’ll blame it on the suit
I’ll blame it on the blues
I’ll use any, any old excuse
End of the Line
Genres
Americana, Blues, Roots
Keywords / Mood
Relaxed, Reflective, Optimistic
Themes of reflection, introspection, not being done yet
Instrumentation
Acoustic Guitar, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley
Vocals - David Roux
Guitar - Pete Briley
ISRC - UKWC92100025
ISWC - T-305.549.519-3
Tunecode - 491885KR
Lyrics
what you do in the day time
Keeps you up in the night time
Sweatin’ out hard times
Beyond the end of the line
Missing sunshine and good times
Cheap wine and moonshine
It’s not the end of the line
Oooooh
It’s not the end of the line
Sunday Drivers
Genres
Rock, Americana
Keywords / Mood
Driving, Retro
Themes of chasing a figure, communing with the dead
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Lap Steel, Bass Guitar, Flute, Drums, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley
Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Lap Steel, Flute, Bass Guitar, Vocals - Pete Briley
Drums - Ryan Smith
ISRC - UKWC92300041
ISWC - T-325.498.979-8
Tunecode - 630925KM
Lyrics
There’s a time, time and a place
When I should act my age
For twenty years, i’ve been having a phase
When we were young we so dumb
We thought we were smart
Staring in the mirror I thought I was a work of art
I’m too old to smoke, I’m too young to quite
The only thing the whiskey got up was my hopes
i’ll admit
Bad luck’s better than no luck
Any edge over blind old guessing, better than anything I got right now, I count that as a blessing
I kept my vow, a rock n roll survivor
I’m still a weekend warrior I’m not
A Sunday Driver
When it’s lights out
I’ve stopped checking under the bed
Because these monsters, they’ve been living in my head
Small Change
Genres
Rock, Americana
Keywords / Mood
Angry, Frustrated, Footstomping
Themes of Money, not having enough money.
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley
Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Guitar, Bass Guitar, Vocals - Pete Briley
Drums, Vocals - Ryan Smith
ISRC - UKWC92300040
ISWC - T-325.498.979-8
Tunecode - 630925KM
Lyrics
You’re giving me small change
It’s driving me insane
Every Nickel, every penny, every dollar, every dime
Gonna Hustle, gonna fight, gonna make it mine
(Small Change)
Been playing these joints for a lifetime
In the flip of a coin gonna make it a gold mine
Chasing dreams for copper and brass
Working for green and I don’t mean grass
No idea I got all the kit
Stole a Jeff beck lick don’t give a two bob bit
It’s driving me insane
Every Nickel, every penny, every dollar, every dime
Gonna Hustle, gonna fight, gonna make it mine
(Small Change)
Make it rain,
In for a dollar, in for a pound,
In for a pony when I’m 3 bucks down
From lady Godiva to Aryton Senna if you’re talking cash,
Show me the treasure
It’s driving me insane
Every Nickel, every penny, every dollar, every dime
Gonna Hustle, gonna fight, gonna make it mine
(Small Change)
You’re giving me small change
It’s driving me insane
Every Nickel, every penny, every dollar, every dime
Gonna Hustle, gonna fight, gonna make it mine
S.O.S.
Genres
Rock, Americana
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal
Keywords / Mood
Upbeat, Celebratory, Joyful
Themes of being a lifelong rock 'n' roller
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley
Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Guitar, Vocals - Pete Briley
Drums - Ryan Smith
ISRC - UKWC92300036
ISWC - T-325.498.967-4
Tunecode - 630925HP
Lyrics
I done good things and bad things and everything between
Church on Sunday gives me six more days to sin
Fill your glasses, I’ve got some holy water
always knew we’d need something, something a little stronger
I Don’t do it to get high, I do it to get by
‘Cause I’m a giver, and I’m still
giving them hell
They can’t save our souls above the noise of our rock'n'roll
With our loud guitars and our cheap cigars
Nobody hears the bell toll
We can’t all be Beatles when we’re too damn rollin stoned
We’re getting older but there’s rock here still living in these bones
We’re the luckless few whose lives went straight down the sink
I sold my mother’s teeth to buy us all another round of drinks
You’ve thrown a drowning man both ends of the same old rope
But I still see you, ‘cause I brought my periscope
They can’t save our souls above the noise of our rock'n'roll
With our loud guitars Nobody hears the toll
They can’t save our souls above the noise of our rock'n'roll
With our our cheap cigars and our loud guitars
Nobody hears the bell toll
They can’t save our souls above the noise of our rock'n'roll
With our loud guitars and our cheap cigars
Nobody hears the bell toll
We can’t save our souls we’re slaves to rock n roll, with our loud guitars and our cheap cigars
Nobody hears the toll
I don’t do it do get high, I do it to get by
I’m a giver and I’m still giving them hell
Rotten Apples
Genres
Rock, Americana, Blues, Roots
Keywords / Mood
Driving, Bluesy, Rootsy, Witty, Charming, Cool
Themes of rotten apples, black sheep of the family
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Lap Steel, Cigar Box Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley
Guitar, Cigar Box, Vocals - David Roux
Cigar Box, Lap Steel, Bass Guitar, Vocals - Pete Briley
Drums - Ryan Smith
ISRC - UKWC92300035
ISWC - T-325.498.967-4
Tunecode - 630925HP
Lyrics
You call us rotten apples
‘Cause we landed with a thump
You threw us on the compost heap,
fermented, we came back drunk
Eve gave us the eye
We ain’t no providers
Not sweet enough for apple pie
We ended up in cider
We’re rotten apples, rotten to the core
Black sheep of the family too rotten to ignore
We’re rotten apples, rotten to the core
You know you really want us, keep coming back for more
You pulled us to the ground
Just like newton said
“watch where you’re going boys, you bumped me on the head”
Should have never left the orchard, should have stayed up in the tree
Never fallen from the branches but hey, that’s just gravity
We know you got your eye on us, We know you think we’re cute
But here’s the moral of the story, don’t pick low hanging fruit
Outlaw
Genres
Rock
Keywords / Mood
Uptempo, exciting, powerful
Themes of being an outlaw, of being in a gang, being part of a brotherhood
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley
Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Guitar, Bass Guitar, Vocals - Pete Briley
Drums - Ryan Smith
ISRC - UKWC92300045
ISWC - T-325.498.967-4
Tunecode - 630925HP
Lyrics
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
And my bad attitude is a concrete imperfection
Well If you cross me I’ll make you pay a toll
Cross my palm with wine and beer and lots of gold
‘Cause I’m an outlaw
I’m an outlaw
You’re one too
The road to hell points in all directions
I see you standing there in my reflection
So bring your voodoo shit and all your superstitions
Let’s hit the road it ain’t no apparition
‘Cause I’m an outlaw
I’m an outlaw
You’re one too
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
And my bad attitude is a concrete imperfection
Well If you cross me I’ll make you pay a toll
Cross my palm with wine and beer and lots of gold
‘Cause I’m an outlaw
I’m an outlaw
You’re one too
Graceless Time
Genres
Americana, Blues, Classic Rock
Keywords / Mood
Retro, Romantic, Bluesy, Cinematic, Emotive.
Themes of sticking together through hard times
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Pedal Steel, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal, Female Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley
Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Acoustic Guitar, Pedal Steel, Bass Guitar, Vocals - Pete Briley
Guitar - Buzzy James
Drums - Ryan Smith
Vocals - Trish Burke-Maner
ISRC - UKWC92300044
ISWC - T-325.498.983-4
Tunecode - 630925KP
Lyrics
Don’t love me, ‘cause the pain ain’t worth the pleasure
It’s a long road and we’re on this path together
I’m a swinging noose in your tree
I’m a smiling bitter pill
If you won’t leave me, maybe I’ll find someone that will
But we’ve laughed, in life’s changing face
We’ve found a timeless grace
But we’ve laughed, in life’s changing face
And this rope it won’t break
I’m still the shining noose in your tree
A reminder of what I used to be
Just a one-night fantasy
A tight knot that’s my guarantee
But we’ve laughed, in life’s changing face
We’ve found a timeless grace
But we’ve laughed, in life’s changing face
And this rope it won’t break
Fear the Bite
Genres
Blues, Roots
Keywords / Mood
Moody, Cinematic, Intense, dark
Themes of darkness, otherworldliness, New Orleans, Voodoo
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley
Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Guitar, Banjo, Bass Guitar, Vocals - Pete Briley
Drums, Vocals - Ryan Smith
ISRC - UKWC92300037
ISWC - T-325.498.970-9
Tunecode - 630925HR
Lyrics
I cursed the sky cause its dark at night
I beat the ground cause I cannot fly
You fear the dark, I fear the night
And we wander down a dark, dark road
I curse the things that I cannot do
I curse the folk that i been bonded to
You fear the dark, I fear the night
And Still we wander down a dark, dark, dark road
I curse the dog that followed me home
A feral stare I’m just skin and bone
You fear the dog, I fear the bite
And we wander down a dark, dark, dark road
With all this time on my hands
It’s got me busy thinking
Maybe it’s the horse that’s been drinking
El Dorado
Genres
Rock, Americana, Bluegrass
Keywords / Mood
Fast paced, galloping, exciting, celebratory
Themes of drinking, partying, finding El Dorado
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Banjo, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by David Roux, Peter Briley
Guitar, Vocals - David Roux
Banjo, Bass Guitar, Vocals - Pete Briley
Drums - Ryan Smith
ISRC - UKWC92300038
ISWC - T-325.498.972-1
Tunecode - 630925HT
Lyrics
One last round then we’ll call it a night
Line ‘em up, let’s do it right
Hold my beer and watch me go
‘Cause I’m 5 drinks in,
El Dorado
I got the voice of a fallen angel
That’s spent a little time in hell
A thirst for life and a hunger for death
I’m the founder of a drinking cartel
One last round then we’ll call it a night
Line ‘em up, let’s do it right
Hold my beer and watch me go
‘Cause I’m 5 drinks in,
El Dorado
Hold my beer and watch me go
I’m 5 drinks in and I’ll let you know
My Amigos in La Familia
They’re waiting for me in El Dorado
A Drunken Ghost and a Drunken Host
A dead man’s hand that’s my bravado
A Voodoo Queen and a Horse named Hero
They’re in this bar in El Dorado
Mama’s screaming Please don’t go
Daddy says you’d better come home
But my amigos La Familia are
Raising hell in El Dorado
One last round then we’ll call it a night
Line ‘em up, let’s do it right
Hold my beer and watch me go
‘Cause I’m 5 drinks in,
El Dorado