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Peter D
New member
Limoguy recently brought to my attention that I've never submitted any of my material for consideration by my cohorts here, so I'll try to remedy that. Problem is I'm a non-performing writer, so I'm afraid I don't have much to offer in the way of recordings, but here are some lyric sheets for a few songs from my "Desert Songs" catalogue:
Judas And The Gunfighter
by Peter D. Blake
1] The gunfighter calls out to his best friend
The only man he'd trust his back to
He's bleeding and dying, crawling in the dust
When he turns and finds his friend' gun smokin' blue
He says, "Bobby, how could you do this to me?
Have you always been Judas in disguise?"
Bobby opens his hand and drops five double eagles
And then he just breaks down and cries
2] He says, "Brother, we've polished many a saddle
With our backsides, riding on desert nights so cold
We've shared women and whiskey and many a can of beans
But, the price on your head would soon see you dead
While me, I'm just damned to grow old
So brother, I traded you for gold"
3] The gunfighter smiles and takes a deep breath
Then closes his eyes from the sun
Bobby bends over to pick up five double eagles
When he feels the burning from the blast of the gun
The gunfighter laughs as he watches Bobby fall
He says, "Partner, we're destined to ride again
We will see the gates of hell together
For I'm sure that Judas could use a friend"
Tag] Oh, I'm sure that Judas could use a friend
Ain't That The Way
by Peter D. Blake
1] Little boy on a dusty street on the wrong side of town
Walkin' home from school one day when he hears a sound
He stops and listens, unsure of what it is he heard
When he starts walkin' again he's hummin' a tune and addin' words
Ch] Ain't that the way that songs get made?
A sound out nowhere, music to be played
Ain't that the way that songs get made?
Some words and music to help us on our way
2] Big boy in a cowboy hat workin' on Music Row
An office with a guitar and keyborad, just a cubbyhole
Wonderin' how he's gonna pay the rent when he hears a sound
He starts strummin' the strings and writin' words down
[Chorus]
3] Old man sittin' at the bar drinkin' and thinkin' how
It's been awhile since he had a hit, he sure could use one now
He reaches for his shot glass and he hears a sound
He grabs a cocktail napkin and writes some words down
[Chorus]
Like A Freight Train
by Peter D. Blake
1] She rode into Phoenix on a duststorm
Just another tumbleweed blowin' along
She came to rest at the old fairgrounds
With nine dollars and a bag full of songs
Ch] She came on like a freight train under full steam
She blew by so fast folks thought she was a dream
I tempted fate and stood out on the tracks
She rolled over me and never did look back
2] On a scale of one to ten she was a twenty-five
The kind of woman who made you glad to be alive
When she took the time to look you in the eye
The mountains shook and the the eagles cried
[Chorus]
3] She sang her songs in taverns and on the street
People stood in line to see her in the mid-day heat
She was like a lightning strike that knocks old saguaros down
When the smoke cleared away she was headin' out of town
[Chorus]
Ph.D. In The Blues
by Peter D. Blake
Ch] Across the room you stand alone
Swaying to the steel guitar
The way you look and the way you move
Tell me who you are
I can recognize the symptoms
And I see them in you
I'm a student of loneliness
With a Ph.D. in the blues
1] Your eyes are a little red
Where tears washed eyeliner away
The make-up on your cheek's a little heavy
Where he hit you yesterday
When the tempo of the music changes
You don't seem to hear
And you always dance away
When anyone gets near
[Chorus]
2] I know misery loves company
This ninety proof is mine
I'm content to sit here drinking
Unless they play some Patsy Cline
"Sweet Dreams" might get me
To ask you to dance
But my education tells me
Not to take the chance
[Chorus]
From "Desert Songs"
Copyright 2001 - Peter D. Blake, Mesa, Arizona
International Copyright Secured - All Rights Reserved
Judas And The Gunfighter
by Peter D. Blake
1] The gunfighter calls out to his best friend
The only man he'd trust his back to
He's bleeding and dying, crawling in the dust
When he turns and finds his friend' gun smokin' blue
He says, "Bobby, how could you do this to me?
Have you always been Judas in disguise?"
Bobby opens his hand and drops five double eagles
And then he just breaks down and cries
2] He says, "Brother, we've polished many a saddle
With our backsides, riding on desert nights so cold
We've shared women and whiskey and many a can of beans
But, the price on your head would soon see you dead
While me, I'm just damned to grow old
So brother, I traded you for gold"
3] The gunfighter smiles and takes a deep breath
Then closes his eyes from the sun
Bobby bends over to pick up five double eagles
When he feels the burning from the blast of the gun
The gunfighter laughs as he watches Bobby fall
He says, "Partner, we're destined to ride again
We will see the gates of hell together
For I'm sure that Judas could use a friend"
Tag] Oh, I'm sure that Judas could use a friend
Ain't That The Way
by Peter D. Blake
1] Little boy on a dusty street on the wrong side of town
Walkin' home from school one day when he hears a sound
He stops and listens, unsure of what it is he heard
When he starts walkin' again he's hummin' a tune and addin' words
Ch] Ain't that the way that songs get made?
A sound out nowhere, music to be played
Ain't that the way that songs get made?
Some words and music to help us on our way
2] Big boy in a cowboy hat workin' on Music Row
An office with a guitar and keyborad, just a cubbyhole
Wonderin' how he's gonna pay the rent when he hears a sound
He starts strummin' the strings and writin' words down
[Chorus]
3] Old man sittin' at the bar drinkin' and thinkin' how
It's been awhile since he had a hit, he sure could use one now
He reaches for his shot glass and he hears a sound
He grabs a cocktail napkin and writes some words down
[Chorus]
Like A Freight Train
by Peter D. Blake
1] She rode into Phoenix on a duststorm
Just another tumbleweed blowin' along
She came to rest at the old fairgrounds
With nine dollars and a bag full of songs
Ch] She came on like a freight train under full steam
She blew by so fast folks thought she was a dream
I tempted fate and stood out on the tracks
She rolled over me and never did look back
2] On a scale of one to ten she was a twenty-five
The kind of woman who made you glad to be alive
When she took the time to look you in the eye
The mountains shook and the the eagles cried
[Chorus]
3] She sang her songs in taverns and on the street
People stood in line to see her in the mid-day heat
She was like a lightning strike that knocks old saguaros down
When the smoke cleared away she was headin' out of town
[Chorus]
Ph.D. In The Blues
by Peter D. Blake
Ch] Across the room you stand alone
Swaying to the steel guitar
The way you look and the way you move
Tell me who you are
I can recognize the symptoms
And I see them in you
I'm a student of loneliness
With a Ph.D. in the blues
1] Your eyes are a little red
Where tears washed eyeliner away
The make-up on your cheek's a little heavy
Where he hit you yesterday
When the tempo of the music changes
You don't seem to hear
And you always dance away
When anyone gets near
[Chorus]
2] I know misery loves company
This ninety proof is mine
I'm content to sit here drinking
Unless they play some Patsy Cline
"Sweet Dreams" might get me
To ask you to dance
But my education tells me
Not to take the chance
[Chorus]
From "Desert Songs"
Copyright 2001 - Peter D. Blake, Mesa, Arizona
International Copyright Secured - All Rights Reserved
