More of Me

1. 580 130 ROAD
By Jared Gile copyright 2007

I’ve got too much concrete under my tennis shoes
And I’m tired of getting bit by these big city blues
Too many foreign cars and Cadillacs
And cookie cutter houses and cul-de-sacs

And now I know I should’ve listened to her
And I probably ought to have my head checked for sure
For coming to the city chasing down a job
And getting stuck in this million maniac mob

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Well I don’t know what I was looking to find
But I sure didn’t figure on loosing my mind
And I gotta get back to where my thoughts wanna go
Back to 580 130 Road
Back to 580 130 Road

Now I ain’t got no room to stretch out
Even though I’m livin in a much bigger house
4 roommates and a dog still I’m all alone
Ain’t nothing like the place I used to call home

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Well it was just an old bachelor pad
It wasn’t that great but it wasn’t that bad
And I gotta get back to where my thoughts wanna go
Back to 580 130 Road
Back to 580 130 Road

I’ve got talk radio to pass the time
Complete with airborne traffic updates on the nines
It’s stuff like that you don’t need out there
And it all comes complete with fresh air

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2. MONDAY AFTERNOON
By Jared Gile, Aaron Alexander, Adam Alexander, Alex Theisen
Copyright 2007

A weekend full of sin now I’m standing at her door
This day had been planned for more than a week before
Oh look what I’ve gone and done

When a man gets lonely no telling what he might do
He’ll cling to the devil if that’s all he’s go to hold on to
My conscious has got me on the run

A couple of the pretties eyes that I’ve ever seen
But they’re still in the dark to everything
The no good that I’ve been up too

And a smile that makes it hard to look away
Is about to come through that door on this sunny day
What in the world am I gonna do
Just about to screw this week up and it’s only Monday Afternoon

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And nobody knows the man that lives behind these shades
And nobody knows the man that hides behind these tunes
And nobody knows about all the mistakes that I made
Just about to screw this week up and it’s only Monday Afternoon

Just too many thoughts swimming through my mind
I hope she ain’t too good at reading between the lines
Hell she’ll probably catch on soon

If she knew I wrote songs about this kinda thing
I wonder what a girl like her would think
But hell this feeling ain’t nothing brand new
Just about to screw this week up and it’s only Monday Afternoon

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SOLO (CHORUS)

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I know that in the end I’d be better off on my own
What will I do when I see her face again somewhere down the road

SOLO (VERSE)

Just about to screw this week up and it’s only Monday Afternoon
It’s only Monday Afternoon

3. LOW WITH LOVE
By Russell Lee Lovenstein copyright 2006

My baby phoned to tell me round about 3 AM
She said she got so drunk that she needs to come over again
Well I wake up sentimental and take a hit from the dog that bites
No matter how sorry I am the devil’s gonna love what we did last night

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Now I don’t like feeling so low with love
Don’t like feeling so low
No I don’t like feeling so low with love
No I don’t like feeling so low low low low low

I took a trip to the elevator gonna buy me some wheat to plant
Got back home and what do you know I found that woman with another man
So I pulled the 12 gauge from the closet I took a shot at that young buck
That landed me 24 years would’ve been a double but the second shell got stuck

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BRIDGE

How many times have I tried to tell ya love’s gonna ruin your plans
Your better off livin a lonely life than to let them cards slide over your hand
Watch that man go and chase that woman
Watch that woman go and chase that man
Watch that man go and chase that woman
Watch that woman go and chase that man

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I said hey
Hey hey
Hey hey
No I don’t like feeling no I don’t like feeling said hey

4. UNCLE SAM
Written by Jared Gile and Kade Gile copyright 2007

I guess when a man gets hungry enough he’ll do about anything
He’ll even set his pride aside if that’s what it means
To get enough money in his pocket by the end of the day
To get a warm meal in his stomach and a warm place to stay

You see now and then even us ol homeless boys have to break down and get a steady job
That’s why I’m standing here in this monkey suit waving at cars in this parking lot
You see its tax season and this little tax service uses me to advertise
Funny thing is I lure you folks in and I’ve never paid a dime to the IRS in my whole life

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It’s 16 cold degrees at 2 in the afternoon
A bitter wind is cutting through this broke but working man
Seems kinda strange but you know you’ll do what ya gotta do
I’m getting paid by the hour to dress up as Uncle Sam

Now I see the pity in your eyes when you look my way and stare
And I see the sorrow you feel when you notice my unshaven face and my greasy hair
But no don’t feel sorry for me cause believe me I like it better this way
Cause now I don’t have to be down at the stoplight fightin all my homeless buddies for your change

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So this is what I call my life for 2 months out of every year
I guess you can call it a job but I don’t really think you could call it a career
It don’t pay that well, but hell I’m homeless, and it’ll get me all the way through Spring
But it’s 2 months out of the year I never have to ask anybody for anything

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5. I HATE THIS TIME YEAR
Written by Jared Gile copyright 2007

The nights are still cold and in the day there just ain’t nothing to do
Spring is still 3 months away and I got them homesick after the holidays blues
I got a new year’s resolution that without a doubt I’m gonna break
Cause who can really give up breathing what was I thinking for goodness sake

Same ol worn out Christmas songs been on the radio for the last 2 months
It was 2 weeks ago but I’m still eating Christmas dinner leftovers for lunch
Everything in the stores is on sale from dead poinsettias to candy canes
Guess them flowers found a way out but I ain’t found a way to end my pain

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I hate this time of year
Nobody’s ever got any leftover holiday cheer
The reasons I feel this way well they ain’t exactly clear
I just hate this time of year

I have to scrape the frost from my windshield every morning after I get up
Only way I make it through my day is by the help from some whiskey in my coffee cup
It’s dark when I leave for work and it’s dark by the time that I get home
A recipe for hopeless hopelessness I couldn’t have written better on my own

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Somehow I convince myself that I’ll make it through this time of year again
Wonder where I’d be if this season never came to an end
I’d probably be going off the deep end without any chance of finding my way back
But I never go that far thanks to my doctor and my prescription of Prozac

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6. I’VE GOT IT ALL
By Jared Gile copyright 2007

Well I’m leaving again headed out on the road
Seems like yesterday I was just getting home
Sounds kinda romantic don’t it being a rolling stone
But I sure hate leavin you here all alone

I know you’d rather have me home more than anything
But sometimes I need this road and the peace that it brings
Sometimes it feels like stealing getting paid to sing
Can’t believe this old guitar bought you that wedding ring

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And I don’t know how this happened
Feels just like I’m livin a dream
Everything I’ve ever wanted
Laid out right there in front of me
I’ve got you baby and our families
The best friends that you ever saw
Couldn’t ask for anything else right now cause baby
I’ve got it all

Never imagined I’d be this much gone
But I guess it’s a sign of success honey that they like my songs
So much fun sometimes it almost feels wrong
So lonely sometimes when the nights get long

But it’s still the best job in all the land
Being a jack of all trades and a one man band
It’s what I tell people when they ask who I am
I say I’m a traveling salesman with a guitar in my hands

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I’ve got it all

7. Half the Highwaymen are Dead
Written by Jared Gile and Russell Lee Lovenstein copyright 2007

I was flying outta Wichita on a hung over Friday Morning
Through my bloodshot eyes I got that television screen,
I couldn’t believe what that ol newsman said
He said, “half the highwaymen are dead”
Headline shock, read “The Cradle Rocks the Man in Black.”
The American story forged through fire and trains
No compromise in all the lives he lead
Half the highwaymen are dead.

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It’s a helluva thing when them ol heroes have to die,
And I can barely get it through my head,
Why we gotta, lose the ones who gone and touched so many lives,
And that, half the highwaymen are dead

Born & raised in Littlefield, Jennings A., Waylon,
Flipped the coin and survived the winter of 59,
Hank never done it that way, this much I will bet,
I’ll pray the “wild one” can rest,
2-13-02 he was home in Arizona ,
“Right for the Time” and “Closing in on the Fire”
That night down in Luckenbach, the candle lights bled,
Cause half the Highwaymen are dead

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BRIDGE

Willie now and Ol Kris you can see the lines are forming,
Walked a thousand roads and rode many heavy miles,
Through the dust they can hear those angels calling,
And they said half the highwaymen are dead,
And they said half the highwaymen are dead
And they said half the highwaymen are dead

8. GUITAR STRINGS
By Jared Gile copyright 2007

It was a Sunday night in this smoky little bar
Just a stool on a stage and me and my guitar
I was singing songs in between taking sips of beer
Along with singing my own I was taking requests
If I didn’t really know em I just did my best
And hoped they’d forgive the mistakes they were bound to hear

About 2 hours in things were going pretty smooth
Cause it was hard to knock the joints half priced booze
Even if you didn’t like the songs that you heard
About then this guy that was drunk as a skunk
Got up and stumbled his way to the front
And I knew his name was trouble before he said a word

Then he tried to come up on stage
And proceeded to fall flat on his face
He spilled his drink all over my guitar and me
Occupational hazards pressing down these guitar strings

I’ve been breathing mostly second hand smoke
Livin off Bud Light and Jack and Coke
Carrying on like a crazy kid bout half my age
And it’s hard to believe I’ve ever made a dime
Playing this old guitar of mine
When I used to be a rowdy drunk out in front of the stage

Well I know that I ain’t getting rich
But at least I ain’t out digging no ditch
All I have to do is stand up on this stage and sing
Payin my bills pressing down on guitar strings

Well my life ain’t always roses you know
It can get kinda lonely out on that road
And I get pretty good at burning up them telephone lines
My brothers can always expect my calls
On Friday nights around 8 O’clock
When I get stuck on lonesome standard time

Sometimes you never know just what’s in store
I used to have a band but I don’t anymore
Sometimes at the time things really ain’t as bad as they seem
I’ve learned a little bit pressing down on guitar strings

9. NOWHERE TO GO
Written by Jared Gile copyright 2007

Thoughts of her keep on consuming my brain
Sweet memories mixed with the pain
Can’t help but see her eyes when I close mine
And the clock in my head has stopped telling time
And I can’t move on and I can’t go back
You ever seen a train leave the station without any track
And the scars that she left they litter my soul
Where’re you supposed to turn when there’s nowhere to go

Just yesterday my momma asked me if I’d been doing drugs
I said no ma’am just the ones that my doctors thought of
She said on the surface I just didn’t seem quite the same
I’ll admit I ain’t too good at hiding this kinda pain
And I know that I’m a grown man and I shouldn’t cry anymore
Never thought I’d be writing these kinda songs at 24
And I think about her and it makes me feel so low
Where’re you supposed to turn when there’s nowhere to go

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Now they’ve got me taking pills to try and keep my head straight
But I’ve never seen modern medicine heal a heartache
And without a map I just keep heading on down the road
Where’re you supposed to turn when there’s nowhere to go

Now I’m losing touch with all my friends cause I don’t want to show them how I feel
They’re a bunch of good people probably tell me it was no big deal
And that they all still love me with our without her
I’d say the same for myself but I know how bad this hurts
And I lay awake at night and try to figure things out
Wonder if I’ll ever know what true love is all about
She loves me she loves me not this I know
Where’re you supposed to turn when there’s nowhere to go

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10. SUNDAY MORNING MELANCHOLY BLUES
By Jared Gile copyright 2007

Well I got outta that town bout as quick as I could
The only reason that I ever stopped was cause the money was good
Other than that that little joint ain’t ever done any thing for me
Except for making me question myself everytime by the time that I leave

There was a little disagreement bout my pay for last night’s show
So after I got me the money I was owed I told that bitch where she could go
Picked up my guitar and I headed for the door
And I swore to myself I’d never set foot in that smoky little dive anymore

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But I just keep on trying to sing my songs with a smile on my face
Trying every little thing I can think of to keep myself from getting caught in that old rat race
I found so many good friends with the help of this old guitar
I’ve played on flatbed trailers, in old machine sheds and I’ve spent cold nights in my car
And I keep trying to convince myself I gotta keep paying all these dues
It’s just a case of the Sunday morning melancholy blues

At least Sunday morning traveling the traffic is light
Cause slow drivers in that ol left lane are one thing I sure hate to fight
And I’m having a hard time keeping my eyes open on the road
Cause I’m hungover and I got me a headache and I’m missing my baby at home

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BRIDGE

Well I’ve found that it’s a lot like running my hit into a brick wall
Either I’ve got nobody to sing to or it’s full but ain’t nobody listening at all
Don’t get me wrong cause it ain’t always like this when I play
But whenever it is I just give it my best at trying to drink these blues away

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11. 580 130 ROAD - LIVE (Gile)

12. NOWHERE TO GO - LIVE (Gile)

Same old hat same old blue jeans
It’s always the same old same old it seems
The glass is half empty and I’m laying around
Why does everything gotta seem so upside down

Thumbing through the classifieds
Ain’t no jobs out there unless you wanna work 8 to 5
Sun comes up then it melts aways
It does the same thing day after day

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I could use a break
From all this nothing that I do
I sleep in till about 11
And finally get outta bed around 2
Just looking for something to get me out
Of this restless state of mind
I’m stuck in a rut but if I can dig out
I bet I’ll be just fine

Same old hunger same old empty plate
It’s always the same old same old just a different date
Watching the world out my front door
Dr. Phil at 3 and Bonanza reruns at 4

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I could use me a Hummer
One of them great big 4 wheel drives
If I could just get my hands on a new set of wheels
I bet ya I’d feel a little more alive
Just looking for something to get me out
Of this restless state of mind
I’m stuck in a rut but if I can dig out
I bet I’ll be just fine

Same old guitar same old songs
It’s always the same old same old all along
Head in my hands feelings on my sleeve
I ain’t the type to ask why but why me

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I could use a trout stream
I could us a pretty mountain morning
If I could just get my hands on a million bucks
I bet my life wouldn’t seem so boring
Just looking for something to get me out
Of this restless state of mind
I’m stuck in a rut but if I can dig out
I bet I’ll be just fine

14. UNCLE SAM - LIVE (Gile)

15. HE DRINKS AND FARMS ON THE SIDE - LIVE
Written by Jared Gile copyright 2007

The weeds are 2 feet high in front of his front door
If I didn’t know any better I’d say that nobody lived there anymore
His ol truck ain’t moved for the better part of a week
If I didn’t know him any better I’d wonder if the ol man just might have died in his sleep

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Because he drinks and he farms on the side
His field are full of weeds but he don’t seem to mind
He’s got a neighbor that bails him out every year at harvest time
So he drinks and he farms on the side

Every weekend the local kids knock his mailbox down
I wish them little shits would just drink their beer back in town
Wonder if they know wonder if they have a clue
Wonder if they’ve ever heard about all the hell that that ol boy’s been through

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Most people never knew that he use to have a pretty wife
But back in 82 she just went right out of her right mind
They sent her away to get some help
But she never came back and now he’s out there all by himself

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BRIDGE

He says his house gets so quiet on them Sunday nights
Every time that his grandkids leave
That he jumps into his pickup with some 151
And drives around til he can’t see

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The weeds are 2 feet high in front of his front door
If I didn’t know any better I’d say that nobody lived there anymore

16. WHAT WOULD HANK WILLIAMS SAY - LIVE
Written by Jared Gile copyright 2007

I don’t really know who’s to blame but it’s plain to see that things have changed
Country music just ain’t what country music was before
Pure shit coming out of my radio I feel worse than an inmate on death row
And I guess I just don’t know what good country music is anymore

That new duo Big and Rich make me madder than a son of a bitch
When I hear that their songs are new the top of the charts
Cause they bring a little midget out on stage and make him dance around like he’s their slave
What their doing to that little fellar it just breaks my heart

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What would Hank Williams say
About the crap that they’re calling country music today
Didn’t this used to be about the songs
Could somebody tell me just what in the hell is going on

Let’s talk about ol Tim McGraw the biggest hypocrite I ever saw
Too much pop in your country well Tim I ain’t buying that
Cause yesterday on my TV I saw you and Nelly on CMT
And I hear snoop doggy dogg is shooting a video with Rascal Flatts’

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BRIDGE

And I hate when ol Kenny Chesney goes to playing air guitar
And I can’t believe the old lead singer for Poison was a judge on Nashville Star
And ol Toby Keith probably wouldn’t agree but I think that it’s wrong
When a tune called “Who’s your Daddy?” is considered a hit country song

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Well these are tough times to be living through it’s a shame country music lost Chris Ledoux
Not to mention Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash and even ol Conway
But at least they wrote songs I could understand Today I guess I’m just not a smart enough man
Save a horse ride a cowboy what does that mean anyway

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