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Louise Mosrie
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Louise Mosrie/Donna Ulisse

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Five o’clock Cars for miles Racing lights Nobody smiles A driver honks behind me. I see his tired eyes and let him go Cause everybody’s just tryin’ to get home. Home - Maybe his wife has dinner ready Home - Mashed potatoes and brown gravy Home Put a little dirt and concrete under his feet To call his own And the world falls off his shoulders like a heavy coat And he’s home In the check-out line Behind an old man Cart full of cat food - twenty cans A pack of cigarettes and he’s Humming a song I don’t know He winks and says “I got hungry mouths at home”. Home - I see him in his chair reading the paper Home - Cat on his lap like a guardian angel Home Faded photos line the wall taken all Of 60 years ago Surrounded by familiar friendly ghosts And he’s home The streets silent and dark Like the end of some sad song But as I turn the corner Like a northern star The lights are on. The lights are on. Home - In the sun filled rooms of your laughter Home - Your heart’s my furnace in the winter Home Your arms around me, grounding me The sweetest four walls I’ve ever known Cause wherever you are that’s where I’ll go And I’m home. Yeah, wherever you are, that’s where I’ll go Home
Louise Mosrie
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Louise Mosrie

Story

I wrote this after a trip to Oklahoma to visit a friend. On the way back to Tennessee, we got off of I-40 and drove up through the Ozark Mountains and took the scenic route back toward Memphis. Such beautiful and strange country! I had a notebook on my lap and the radio was playing and I just wrote down what I saw. When I got home I didn't write anything for a couple of months until that little bluesy riff came to me - then I got the notebook out and the song practically wrote itself. It's a really fun song to sing live too!

Lyrics

Ozark mountains Speeding past knee high grass Crooked and steep I can still smell the brake pads Indian summer heat John Prine on the radio Cemetaries bigger than the town itself Paint ponies graze between headstones Oh, getting down the road. Oh, searching my soul And I’m almost believing That God lives in Arkansas Blackbirds circle over the pines Dogs barking on a chain It’s dripping rain All the way to Russellville They got rebel flags for sale Next door to the Primitive Baptist. And I-40 fruit stands got the sweetest peaches This side of Memphis, yes and Oh, getting down the road. Oh, searching my soul And I’m almost believing That God lives in Arkansas. Broken barn tangled in a twister Wild weeds between the boards Damn, it’s so beautiful I feel like a trespasser Creeping on your floors Some people go to church but I just hit the road Trees are the steeples Mountains my altars, amen and it’s Calling me home Oh, getting down the road. Oh, searching my soul And I’m almost believing That God lives in Arkansas.
Louise Mosrie
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Louise Mosrie/Mike Richardson

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Find a vein and drain the black gold. Hoping to god, that the timbers hold. Like my father before me, it’s all I know, We live only to harvest the coal. Mine owners mercy is shallow as a grave Living in shantytowns, we got no say. 14 hour shifts and such a meager wage And Mother Jones can’t help us now anyway. Anway. We’ll take the roads. We’ll take the train by force. O deliver us Lord from the gathering storm Lay down your bible, take up your gun. Blair Mountain, here we come. Red bandanas tell us what side you’re on. We’re the Rednecks of the union - 1921 We leave tonight 13000 strong. We’ll take the fight to Blair Mountain before the dawn. We’ll take the roads. We’ll take the train by force. O deliver us Lord from the gathering storm Lay down your bibles, take up your guns. Blair Mountain, here we come. I fight for my father still buried in the mine I fight for my son – so he’ll have a better life. We’re soldiers of the Great War and it ain’t right To treat a man like a dog just to make a dime. We’ll take the roads. We’ll take the train by force. O deliver us Lord from the gathering storm Lay down your bibles, take up your guns. Blair Mountain, here we come. Find a vein and drain the black gold. You better hope to God that the timbers hold.
Louise Mosrie
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Mike Richardson, Louise Mosrie

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Living in the city…nothing but crowds and concrete Work is good but I miss the grass under my feet Rush into traffic just to hurry up and wait Sometimes it’s more than I can take So take me back to the backroads Behind a tractor going too slow Watching kids playing in the creek Rock the porch swing and save me a seat Blackberries on a fence row Well water and wood smoke A way of life that I used to know Take me back to the backroads The houses on our street, all look the same And the neighbors next door we hardly know their names When I was a kid, it sure wasn’t that way We didn’t have locks on our doors like we do today So take me back to the backroads Behind a tractor going too slow Watching kids playing in the creek Rock the porch swing and save me a seat Blackberries on a fence row Well water and wood smoke A way of life that I used to know Take me back to the backroads Daddy lived in the country ‘til the day he died Now I’ve come to understand why He was a man of the backroads On that tractor going too slow Watching us playing in the creek So rock the porch swing and save him a seat Blackberries on a fence row Well water and wood smoke Way of life that we used to know Take me back to the backroads Yeah, on the backroads, and a Way of life that I used to know Take me back to the backroads
Louise Mosrie
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Louise Mosrie

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You make it hard to love you When I want so much to love you You hold me close like money in your hand But when tomorrow comes you’ve spent me back again. You make it hard to love you. And you make it hard to leave you And I almost always want to leave you But when you walk in with that crooked devil grin All’ve a sudden I don’t care where you’ve been You make it hard to leave you. Maybe someday you’ll believe That I can be the only one you need You stand there waiting on a sign from God above While I’m just the girl sitting across the table. Maybe I’m your angel. It makes it hard to swallow This intuition I’m bound to follow The lightning strikes us maybe once, maybe twice Look around again and there goes your life. It makes it hard to swallow. Maybe someday you’ll believe That I can be the only one you need You stand there waiting on a sign from God above While I’m just the girl sitting across the table. Maybe I’m your angel. Maybe I’m your angel. Maybe I’m your angel. Maybe I’m your angel. You make it hard to love you When I want so much to love you
Louise Mosrie
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Louise Mosrie/Mike Richardson

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On the first day of May, frost lay on the vine When just yesterday, it was warm as summertime But the North wind did bring her cold heart with her Now we’re in the middle of a blackberry winter And it’s cold, cold, cold Colder than I’ve known Buds die before they come to flower It’s cold, cold, cold Deep inside my bones Lonely lays heavy every hour Colder than a broken heart shiver In a Blackberry Winter I fell in love in April with a man from Virginia way A kind-hearted soldier dressed in battle grey. He promised me his love as we sat down by the river But he died in the fighting in the blackberry winter And it’s cold, cold, cold Colder than I’ve known Buds die before they come to flower It’s cold, cold, cold Deep inside my bones Lonely lays heavy every hour Colder than a broken heart shiver In a Blackberry Winter. I wandered down the mountain crying for my love Despairing like the willow in the frozen mud I will take my last icy breath to be with him forever Among the silent blossoms of the blackberry winter. And it’s cold, cold, cold Colder than I’ve known Buds die before they come to flower It’s cold, cold, cold Deep inside my bones Lonely lays heavy every hour Colder than a broken heart shiver In a Blackberry Winter.
Louise Mosrie
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Louise Mosrie/Donna Ulisse

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A thousand miles 20 odd years 2 failed marriages 3 grown kids You’re dragging those heavy bags back east well, Don’t come looking for me. 12 phone calls 14 days Straight to voicemail cause There’s nothing to say Cars moving slow down my street Don’t come looking for me I got a fine house in the shade of an oak tree A patch of garden and a husband who loves me It’s a world bigger than your lonely memories Of the girl you left in Tennessee So don’t come looking for me. Like ice cold water on my face I was back in time back in that place when You curled ‘round me like poison ivy, no Don’t come looking for me That torch you carry is dark as sin I ain’t letting the devil walk back in Oh, if you really cared, you’d let me be, no Don’t come looking for me There’s a dead end road in the back of my mind Junkyards of memories like cars left to die And a lover’s tears I’ve long since left behind You can’t push that river back upstream And don’t come looking for me. I got a fine house in the shade of an oak tree A patch of garden and a husband who’s real sweet It’s a world better than your rosy memories Of the girl you left in Tennessee So don’t come looking for me. No don’t come looking for me.
Louise Mosrie
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Louise Mosrie

Story

Just a little ditty about growing up on my parent's farm and how special those Sunday morning memories are to me...

Fly

03:54
Louise Mosrie
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Louise Mosrie

Story

An ode to my 1989 Nissan Sentra whom I gave away at 238,000 miles and is still running today...

Lyrics

Fly

By Louise Mosrie © 2009 Zoe Cat Music (BMI)

 

 

 

My car is small but solid

She doesn’t need much gas.

Compact and nimble- like to keep it simple

Plenty of miles left and going fast

 

No bells or whistles

No European design

Just a damn good engine

And a smile, yeah.

 

            So many roads

            So many ways to go

            I’ll follow one and leave the rest behind

            Open the windows

            I’ll push the pedal down (crank up that radio darlin’)

            And watch me fly

            Fly.

 

Nothing better than a long road trip

Down some old backroads to ease my busy mind.

Past rows of sea pines and city skylines.

Friendly people wave as I go by.

 

Just give me a good map,

A country highway

And you, my love, please say you’re

Going my way.

 

            chorus

 

Sometimes I look back in the rear-view mirror

Thinking about yesterday

But I got to know what’s up around the bend

Keeps me moving on and

I wouldn’t go back anyway…anyway.

 

            chorus

Louise Mosrie
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Louise Mosrie

Story

Just glad to be here...