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1.
New Tattoo 03:36
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw / J. Nelson / B. Lane / B. West Darlin’ I’m getting a new tattoo It’s the last time that I will think of you So tell me how do you think you’ll feel When I carve your name beneath my heel Darlin’ don’t you make no mistake Our love was only below the waist So don’t ask who I was thinking of The last time you thought we made love One foot in front of the other One foot in front of the other Darlin’ I’m gonna make you hurt Grindin’ this blood into the dirt And each day I’m gonna watch you fade As I drag you down the path I take One foot in front of the other One foot in front of the other One foot in front of the other One foot in front of the other One foot in front of the other One foot in front of the other One foot in front of the other Darlin’ I’m getting a new tattoo It’s the last time that I will think of you So tell me how do you think you’ll feel When I carve your name beneath my heel Gonna carve your name beneath my heel
2.
Hillside 03:34
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw / A. Greening Sitting on a one way I had a long day Waiting for my yellow to turn red Thinking how the last day Ended the same way Praying that my soul will soon be fed Some may say to take a long vacation But I don’t need to run away from life All I need is an hour here with you Sitting on a hillside Sitting on a hillside Sitting on a one way I had a long day Waiting for my yellow to turn red But red has never meant stay For I’m a rebel Working for the Devil in a cubicle Some may say to take a long vacation But I don’t need to run away from life All I need is an hour here with you Sitting on a hillside Sitting on a hillside Lighting it up Sitting on a hillside Sitting on a hillside Lighting it up (Sitting on a hillside) (Sitting on a hillside) Lighting it up (Sitting on a hillside) (Sitting on a hillside) Some may say to take a long vacation But I don’t need to run away from life All I need is an hour here with you Sitting on a hillside Sitting on a hillside Lighting it up Sitting on a hillside Lighting it up (Sitting on a hillside) (Sitting on a hillside) Lighting it up (Sitting on a hillside) (Sitting on a hillside) Lighting it up (Sitting on a hillside) (Sitting on a hillside) Lighting it up (Sitting on a hillside) (Sitting on a hillside)
3.
Company 03:36
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw / J. Nelson / B. Lane Winter is coming babe I can feel it in my veins The sky pulls down a heavy weight Makes it harder and harder to stand up straight Who will keep you warm When the light starts to fade When your windows leak And your floorboards freeze and your rafters start to creak Who will keep you company Who will keep you company Will you watch the days collapse And fall about like kitchen gnats Or hold auditions for the cast Of your one act play in your one room flat Who will keep the demons quiet When they’ve got too much to say When nightmares lead to vagrancy down blood stained streets Who will keep you company Who will keep you company Now look what a reckless mess I’ve become It’s time I give up on love You spent half your life chasing paint And taking shots to clean the slate Now every night you steal the stage In an Oxycotin cabaret Now look what a reckless (look what a reckless mess) Now look what a reckless (look what a reckless mess) Now look what a reckless (look what a reckless mess) Now look what a reckless mess I’ve become Who will keep you company Who will keep you company Who will keep you company
4.
Funeral Guns 03:29
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw That new nurse is leaving And he’s lying on his death bed He knows that he’s forgiven But it’d be nice to hear her say it He’s fallen prey to a broken heart He’s fallen prey to a broken heart He’s fallen prey to a broken heart And all of his women Are busy making their memory books But none of them are living They gave that up once they lost their looks They’ve fallen prey to a broken heart They’ve fallen prey to a broken heart They’ve fallen prey to a broken heart That cute nurse is leaving And I’m lying on my death bed I know that I’m forgiven But it’d be nice to hear him say it I’ve fallen prey to a broken heart I’ve fallen prey to a broken heart I’ve fallen prey to a broken heart Funeral guns tear me apart I’ve fallen prey to a broken heart Funeral guns tear me apart I’ve fallen prey to a broken heart Funeral guns tear me apart Funeral guns tear me apart Funeral guns tear me apart Funeral guns tear me apart Funeral guns tear me apart
5.
8 Ball 05:27
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw I look to the eight ball to discover the truth Decipher my path and make my move But last time it sent me wrong I knew that I loved the thought of you And I knew that you could love me too ?? If I spill my heart I can’t go wrong So why’d you Why’d you have to marry? Why’d you have to marry? Marry? I look to the sky to settle me And when my eyes dry I find my sleep But nothing I dream compares to you Well Jesus you slept beside me Ten years in a night you gave me And all of the stars were in our eyes So why’d you Why’d you have to marry? Why’d you have to marry? Why’d you Why’d you have to marry, Marry me? I look to the eight ball to discover the truth I look to the eight ball to discover the truth
6.
Bar Stool 03:02
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw I pull back the sheets and take the lord’s name in vain Her bare shoulders and feet do not tell her name She’s deep in a dream but I am wide awake I think we played the barstool, drunken fool game At the side of the bed a half glass calls my name Then I lie on my back and study her female frame By the look of the sheets I’d say we made a few mistakes I think we played the barstool, drunken fool game I catch the alarm after one full ring But not soon enough to save her slumbering I speak my first words as she starts to wake I think we played the barstool, drunken fool game
7.
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw My band drove off in the van While I was talking to God in the bathroom his advice was not very wise he just washed off my feet in the toilet Well I don’t know what I don’t know and I don’t know nothing I was first light in her day that innocent spark that built her world But my dentist says it’s a loss and when I choose not to floss Satan wins Well I don’t know what I don’t know and I don’t know nothing I’ve worn this heart on my sleeve since I was conceived back in June My blood has poisoned the ink and I’m beginning to sink into my doom Well I don’t know what I don’t know and I don’t know nothing I prayed over my daddy’s grave that the devil would take me home
8.
Wagon Wheels 03:23
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw Wagon wheels lead me on I’m hunting down old lovers with a loaded gun Jenny was great She awakened my faith Then she put it to bed With my best friend So I hide in her shadow and I call out her name I’m a cluster of voices in her brain Wagon wheels lead me on I’m hunting down old lovers with a loaded gun Now alice was sexy she knew just how to touch me But she laughed as I knelt down on one knee So I hide in her bible and I call out her name I’m the guilt the doubt the blame and the shame Wagon wheels lead me on I’m hunting down old lovers with a loaded gun Now Julie was wild with eyes of a child but she glimpsed my bank account and ran away So I hide in her mirror and I call out her name I’m those ten pounds of weight she just can’t shake Wagon wheels lead me on I’m hunting down old lovers with a loaded gun Wagon wheels lead me on I’m hunting down old lovers with a loaded gun I’m hunting down old lovers with a loaded gun
9.
Delta King 03:12
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw I lost my heart in New Orleans To a tall glass of whiskey called the Delta King Gambled away my wealth and dreams I lost it all to the voodoo of the Delta King Lost it all to the voodoo of the Delta King Packed up my life in a Bud Light box Picked up all the quarters I could come across The pay phone at midnight’s such a lonesome ring Delta King Come back home I lost my heart in New Orleans To a tall glass of whiskey called the Delta King Gambled away my wealth and dreams I lost it all to the voodoo of the Delta King Lost it all to the voodoo of the Delta King I once swore that I’d never get caught But hairpins were falling to the break of dawn He called to me to fold my wings He said Delta Queen you are home I lost my heart in New Orleans To a tall glass of whiskey called the Delta King Gambled away my wealth and dreams I lost it all to the voodoo of the Delta King Lost it all to the voodoo of the Delta King The dumpster is filled with your memories By Thursday morning you’ll be history To the one who I once thought was King Delta King go on home I lost my heart in New Orleans To a tall glass of whiskey called the Delta King Gambled away my wealth and dreams I lost it all to the voodoo of the Delta King Lost it all to the voodoo of the Delta King Lost it all to the voodoo of the Delta King
10.
Lyrics by K. Harvey

credits

released February 21, 2014

Dedicated to the memory of my father, Walter Bell Hoshaw.

All songs written by Brad Hoshaw. © 2014 Brad Hoshaw Music [ASCAP]
"New Tattoo" by Brad Hoshaw, Brianna Lane, Jeremiah Nelson, Brooks West
"Hillside" by Brad Hoshaw, AlyssA Greening
"Company" by Jeremiah Nelson, Brad Hoshaw, Brianna Lane
"It Falls Apart" by Kyle Harvey

Recorded by J. Scott Gaeta at The Music Factory Productions [Omaha, NE]
Produced by Brad Hoshaw and J. Scott Gaeta
Mixed by Ben Brodin at ARC Studios [Omaha, NE]
Mastered by Doug Van Sloun at FOCUS Mastering [Omaha, NE]
Design and Layout by Inaiah Lujan

Brad Hoshaw - Vocals / Acoustic Guitar / Background Vocals
Matt Whipkey - Electric Guitar / Harmonica
Craig Balderston - Electric Bass
J. Scott Gaeta - Drums and Percussion / Background Vocals / Electric Guitar / Keys / Banjo / Mandolin

with special guests:
Mike Friedman - Pedal Steel on "Hillside", "8 Ball", "Bar Stool", "Wagon Wheels", "It Falls Apart"
Molly Welsh - Background Vocals on "Company"
Andy Agree, Edem Kegey, Josh Krohn, Shay Maulsby and Heather Joan Newman - Gang Vocals and Hand Claps on "Company"
Brian Linnell - Trumpet on "Delta King"

For more information visit: www.bradhoshawmusic.com

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