As the saying goes;“The proof of the pudding is in the eating”

A handful of original tunes

PERFORMED SOLO

IF THINGS DON'T SWING

IF THINGS DON’T SWING
(Bruce Coughlan)

Up and at ’em every morning
Feel like a man on the run
But it still seems the more I slave, the less my work gets done
Feeling long in the tooth and stiff in the bones
To tell the truth I don’t think I’m alone
If things won’t swing like they ought to
You gotta leave ’em alone

Rooster’s crowing with the sunrise
Hound dogs howling at the moon
And if Sunday is a day of rest well, it’s best it gets here soon
The wind’s gonna rise, and rain’s gonna fall
Ages will rock, this old wheel’s gotta roll
If things won’t swing like they ought to
You gotta leave ’em alone

All it takes is some rope and a tire
A little faith, a little desire
Keep kicking ‘till you can’t go higher
Now you’re swinging like a house on fire
In for a dime,  three for a quarter
We’ll have a time
South of the border
If things won’t swing like they ought to
You gotta leave ’em alone

All it takes is some rope and a tire
A bit of faith, a little desire
Keep kicking ‘till you can’t go higher
Now you’re swinging like a house on fire
In for a dime, and three for a quarter
We’ll have a time
South of the border
If things won’t swing like they ought to
You gotta leave ’em alone
If things won’t swing like they ought to
You gotta leave ’em alone
Call it a day and go home
We’ll just leave it alone

TAKE ME BACK TO MEMPHIS

TAKE ME BACK TO MEMPHIS
(Bruce Coughlan)

Standing by the roadside
Without a suitcase in my hand
Standing by the roadside
Without a suitcase in my hand
All I’ve got’s this old guitar
And the shirt on my back

I’m leaving out of Nashville
And I’ve got those Highway 40 blues
Leaving out of Nashville
I’ve got those Highway 40 blues
Not a penny in my pocket
And I’ve got holes in both my shoes (yes I do)

Freightliners whine by like an old steel guitar
No matter where you go, it’s just the place that you are
Oh, I’m going back to Memphis
Take me back to Memphis

I thought I’d go to Tupelo
Thought I might go to Muscle Shoals
I thought I’d go to Tupelo
Thought I might go to Muscle Shoals
Take me back to Memphis, to satisfy my soul

Freightliners whine by like an old steel guitar
No matter where you go, you’re right back where you are
Oh, take me back to Memphis
Take me back to Memphis
Take me back to Memphis, that’s the place for me
Take me back to Memphis
Mmmm, Memphis Tennessee

FAR END OF THE ROAD

THE FAR END OF THE ROAD
(Bruce Coughlan)

They said a man could strike it rich in Colorado
The streets were paved with silver and with gold
They said there’d be a fortune for the taking
Ain’t the biggest lie they ever told?

Now these blisters on my hands are bitter justice
For the crime of having held you in my arms
With every breath I beg my God for mercy
To comfort and to keep you safe from harm

To everything there is a season
A time to reap, a time to sew
And if there is some other reason
We’ll find out down the far end of the road

There’s not enough stars in all the heavens
To count the times I wished I’d never seen your face
If in your heart, you should dream of leaving
There’s no one in this world to take your place

Years may wear you down and cause you sorrow
And time may change the colour of your hair
So what’s the use in worrying ’bout tomorrow
When it’s living in the past that brought us here?

To everything there is a season
A time to reap, a time to sew
And if there is some other reason
We’ll find out down the far end of the road

I’m standin’ here, staring down this highway
Nothing’s changed as far as I can see
What’s left is only living with the memories
Of all the things that never used to be

To everything there is a season
A time to reap, a time to sew
And if there is some other reason
We’ll find out down the far end of the road

STEP INTO MY KITCHEN

STEP IN TO MY KITCHEN
(Bruce Coughlan / Josh Daniel / Daniel “Lefty” Whittaker)

If you ever find yourself in Caroline
Here’s what you ought to do
Find a little shack with a smoker in the back
And get yourself some BBQ

With black-eyed peas and collard greens
Lima beans and Brunswick Stew
And if you’re looking for something sweet
You just might find that too

I saw her from the door
She shifted ‘cross the floor
She said “Can I do ANYTHING for you?
You look like you might have a BIG appetite,
Have I got something for you!

If you want a slice, a taste of paradise
To get you through the afternoon
Just step in to my kitchen, Child
I’ll let you try a thing or two”

She said “Shut your mouth, there’s no strangers in the South
You best believe that it’s true
Bless your little heart, I knew right from the start
I’d take a shining to you

I’ll be your sugar bee, I’ll sweeten your tea
My little hushpuppy ‘fore I’m through
So won’t you step into my kitchen, Sugar
We’ll cook us up a thing or two” (solo)

She said “Shut your mouth, there ain’t no strangers in the South
You best believe that it’s true
Bless your little heart, I knew it from the start
I’d take a shining to you

So If you want a slice, a taste of paradise
I’ll get you through the afternoon
Just step in to my kitchen Baby, I’ll fix you up a thing or two
Won’t you step into my kitchen, Sugar
I’ll fix you up a thing or two

Durham, NC – Nov 2013

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