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*song titles are links to music!
Produced by Jeff Tucker
Recorded at
Stone Soup Recording Studios, Maumee, Ohio
Recorded, engineered, mixed & mastered by
Eric Sills
*rhythm tracks recorded by Mike Bailey at
The Drum Pub, Nashville, Tennessee
music & lyrics written by Jeff Tucker
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Rock & Roll Soul (Jeff Tucker)
I sell my rock & roll soul one beat at a time
And if you care to listen for a spell
Got no potions that'll make you sick or get you well
I sell my soul one beat at a time
Got a lot of catching up to do
I've been waiting on a sign
Thinking 'bout giving you a call
You and me together, we could change it all
Got a lot of catching up to do
Ain't nothing blue about the shape I'm in
It doesn't get better than this
Keeping time with the beat of my heart
I can't make yours stop...I can't make yours start
Ain't nothing blue about the shape I'm in
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Jeff Tucker (vocals, acoustic guitar)
Josh Silver (piano)
Larry Smirin (bass)
Stephen Klunk (drums, percusssion)
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Box On the Wall (Jeff Tucker)
The lights are on
It's still dark in here
I hear the songs
But I don't feel the love in here
Turn it on...turn it off
"Telecaster"...close enough?
You've seen nothing, if you've seen it all
Ashes to ashes, in a box on the wall
You've seen nothing, if you've seen it all
Ashes to ashes, in a box on the wall
Living life between walls of glass
Or in the lights, or in the wilderness
Prayers and poems - bump and grind
What it sounds like when doves cry
You've seen nothing, if you've seen it all
Ashes to ashes, in a box on the wall
You've seen nothing, if you've seen it all
Ashes to ashes, in a box on the wall
Got sequiened suits and matching platform boots
Jumping off of purple pianos
Got eyes on you, every door you pass through
Got more love than you can possibly handle
Looking like a god - thirty foot tall
Looking like a god - in a box on the wall
Looking like a god - thirty foot tall
Looking like a god - dying not to look small
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Jeff Tucker (vocals, aco
 ustic guitar, harmonica)
Jason Quick (lead guitar, electric guitars)
Kirk Eberhard (bass)
Michael D. Bailey, Jr. (drums)
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Oh, Condoleezza (Jeff Tucker)
She dances on ice with such and elegant grace
She circles the earth at such a furious pace
It's Saturday night, and she'll be working late
Another Saturday night, and she's got no date
She rides in the back behind tinted glass
Dreaming of a moment, but the moments never last
All I know is time goes by so fast
Condoleezza is on the front page
Daddy's little girl has got a world to save
And it ain't easy in this day and age
Oh, Condoleezza
I love the way she walks across the concert stage
With Yo Yo Ma, she's all the rage
I love to hear her talk in her Sunday morning voice
Just a hint of Birmingham
When she's especially annoyed
Speak softly, carry the biggest stick
If it's gone to her head, I hadn't noticed it
She's on TV again, turn it up quick
Condoleezza is on the front page
Daddy's little girl has got a world to save
And it ain't easy in this day and age
Oh, Condoleezza
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Jeff Tucker (vocals, guitars)
Josh Silver (piano)
Larry Smirin (bass, harmony vocals)
Stephen Klunk (drums, percusssion)
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Blood (Jeff Tucker)
I was born in North Caroline
We only stayed for a very short time
Crossed the river in '65
Didn't do much living but we survived
Made it through the snow to the North Coast
We shook the devil, never escaped his ghost
You can pray for rain 'til you're praying for a boat
But you really only get what you want the most
We're all blind in one way or another
You can choose to see a man
Or choose to see a brother
I was thinking, as we marched through the mud
You can only tell a brother by the color of his blood
My brother told me, Boy, you better guard your soul
It's the only thing in this world that'll keep you whole
Just because you once starved
Doesn't mean a skinny man is who you are
Our brothers fought for freedom
In a hundred dirty wars
But the truth is, we're not that free anymore
You can pray for rain 'til you're praying for a boat
But you really only get what you want the most
We're all blind in one way or another
You can choose to see a man
Or choose to see a brother
I was thinking, as we marched through the mud
You can only tell a brother by the color of his blood
Every man and every nation
Spilled some blood on the way to salvation
You can wallow in guilt for your misspent youth
You can learn from even the ugliest truth
I've heard it said before that it won't be long
We'll be the only ones left to right these wrongs
But there are just some wrongs that can't be righted
You can sing a different song
Or choose to stay divided
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Jeff Tucker (vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonica)
Brad Burkhart (harmony vocals)
Bill Thomas (violin)
Josh Silver (piano)
Kirk Eberhard (bass)
Michael D. Bailey, Jr. (drums)
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Nobody's Business (Jeff Tucker)
The beautiful thing about your business
Is that your business
Ain't nobody's business but your own
What gets you up, what brings you down
Ain't nobody's business but your own
What brings you to this side of town
Ain't nobody's business but your own
They want a sample of your blood
And your doctor's name
The last place you left your DNA
There's a camera in every corner of the city
When you see me doing wrong, come and get me
The serial killer chef made my breakfast today
I don't believe his story - I ate it anyway
He says, I heard you got the nerve
To question my ambition
That's kinda funny...
Coming from a musician
They've got a map of where the stars live
When they "get away"
And a list of the casinos where they like to play
Everything changes
Sometimes it's a pity
What happens in Traverse City stays in Traverse City
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Jeff Tucker (vocals, acoustic guitar)
Josh Silver (piano)
Larry Smirin (bass)
Stephen Klunk (drums, percusssion)
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RIP Billy Lea (Jeff Tucker)
Everyone's got a story
You had your own
A poor man's Casanova
A middle-class rolling stone
Well, the cold wind a-blowin'
It told me you were gone
And I knew that when you left here
You left alone
Rest in peace, Billy Lea
Don't let nothing bother you now
What's done is done, c'est bien fini
I hope you find your way home somehow
And rest in peace, Billy Lea
Too lazy for glory
Too proud for second best
Drove a blue Sedan DeVille
Bought with promises
Got by on Southern charm
And lies you told so well
And the only time you ever prayed
You prayed there is no hell
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...the song was enough
Jeff Tucker (vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonica)
Brad Burkhart (harmony vocals)
Bill Thomas (violin)
Josh Silver (piano)
Kirk Eberhard (bass)
Michael D. Bailey, Jr. (drums)
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Texarkana Stars (Jeff Tucker)
Headed north on a moonless night
Texarkana stars shining bright
Every one of them lights a memory
Say goodbye to Alexandria
I sang my song the best I could
And when the morning comes
Maybe she will remember me
Texarkana stars shining bright
On a North Louisiana autumn night
All I've got is company
Texarkana stars shing down on me
When the red sun rises in the Ruston sky
I'll be all alone, I'll be counting the miles
On the road is where I am, and where I'll be
I grew up and I grew old
And when I get home the fire is cold
Oh, to hold Alexandria close to me
Texarkana stars shining bright
On a North Louisiana autumn night
All I've got is company
Texarkana stars shing down on me
Atchafalaya, the Red River
How I miss her when I'm gone
I don't know why I ever left here
My heart is never far from home
With the red sun sinking in the Ruston sky
Texarkana stars shining bright
Every one of them lights a memory
Say goodbye to Alexandria
I sang my song the best I could
And when the morning comes
Maybe she will remember me
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Jeff Tucker (vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonica)
Brad Burkhart (harmony vocals)
Bill Thomas (violin)
Josh Silver (piano)
Kirk Eberhard (bass)
Michael D. Bailey, Jr. (drums)
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You Saved My Life (Jeff Tucker)
I remember you promised me
You gave your world for your word
And if you used to regret it
I hope you don't anymore
I hope you don't anymore
I remember your honesty
Your sarcastic grin
Not many who know us now
Know where we've been
They don't know where we've been
The years in Fat City
Your law and order
Thanksgiving pizza
Jazz in the Quarter
Jazz in the Quarter
We grew up fast, we grew up right
In six years we lived a lifetime
Without a doubt, you've saved my life
And now we learn to watch the years go by
Without a doubt, you saved my life
Of all my dreams, the ones that came true
Are the dreams you pointed me to
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Jeff Tucker (vocals, guitars)
Brad Burkhart (harmony vocals)
Larry Smirin (bass)
Stephen Klunk (drums, percussion)
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Woodpile Cat (Jeff Tucker)
Well, I'm a woodpile cat
From the wrong side of the tracks
Don't know nothing 'bout the blues
I don't believe in that
I'm a lover not a fighter, but I occasionaly pounce
I like to fool around but I'm good when it counts
We're all here for a reason
I'm just a woddpile cat
C'mon, God, you can do better than that
I'm a black sheep
From a dysfunctional flock
Born between a hard place and a rock
I'm a juvenile delinquent who never has matured
A rocker and a roller that's rollin' for sure
They say, why am I still rockin
Well, how 'bout - it's too late to quite
I say, c'mon God, how 'bout one little hit
They say that praying ain't cool
They say it's some sort of crime
If you want to pray, do it on your own time
I say, as long as I'm here and I'm able to breath
Every one of these minutes belongs to me
So, I'll pray to the Lord to help keep me in line
You save your soul, and he'll save mine
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Jeff Tucker (vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonica)
Larry Smirin (bass)
Stephen Klunk (drums, percusssion)
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