From the recordings Deadman's Blues and With Love From Brushy Mountain
Written by Matt Woods
Produced by Matt Woods
Recorded at Shed 55 Studios, Knoxville, TN
Engineered by Dave DeWitt
Mastered by Rodney Mills
Matt Woods: vocal and acoustic guitar Greg Horne: electric guitar
Tom Pryor: pedal Steel
Jason Parsons: bass
Larry Fulford: drums
Dave DeWitt: percussion
Lyrics
Deadman's Blues
Don’t bother calling up my telephone
We both know how this night ends
Just shut the light and put a record on
It won’t be long 'til I make dark your trap house door again
And stroll in with those rings around my eyes
How I do declare darlin’ you’re a sight
Shake off just a little of the cold
You know I never meant to grow so old
I’m a first place loser, last place friend
Roadhouse preacher til stage lights dim
And turn me out into the dark again
Don’t worry if I don’t call
All these part time lovers and full time fools
Got me singing the deadman’s blues
Fumblin’ around without a thing to lose
Like I don’t want it all
Hey, I don’t want it all
There ain’t no sense in feeling like I do
When all I want's at odds with wanting you
Girl, I never meant to go so far
And make a dagger from your tears and broken heart
It’s the perfect tool to tear myself apart
I’m a first place loser, last place friend
Roadhouse preacher til stage lights dim
And turn me out into the dark again
Don’t worry if I don’t call
All these part time lovers and full time fools
Got me singing the deadman’s blues
Fumblin’ around without a thing to lose
Like I don’t want it all
Hell, I don’t want it all
I’m a first place loser, last place friend
Roadhouse preacher til stage lights dim
And turn me out into the dark again
Don’t worry if I don’t call
All these part time lovers and full time fools
Got me singing the deadman’s blues
Fumblin’ around without a thing to lose
Like I don’t want it all
Hell, I don’t want it all
Don’t bother calling up my telephone
We both know how this night ends