Album Number Five


Wide Open

Produced By

Ron Chancey


Songs

My Baby's Gone
(Dennis Linde)
Old Pair Of Shoes
(Mark Miller)
What Am I Going To Tell My Heart
(Gregg Hubbard, B. Randall)
Blue Denim Soul
(Mark Miller)
It Wasn't His Child
(Skip Ewing)
Wide Open
(Bill La Bounty, Foster, Lebouf)
Fallin' Apart At The Heart
(Mark Miller, Gregg Hubbard)
Ax To Grind
(Mark Miller)
Running Out Of Reasons To Run
(J. D. Martin, J. Rushing)
Field Hand
(Mark Miller)

Singles

My Baby's Gone

It Wasn't His Child

Old Pair Of Shoes


Videos

My Baby's Gone


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Lyrics From Wide Open


My Baby's Gone

Woke up this morning and the sun refused to shine
Looked everywhere tryin' to find that gal of mine
I just found an ice cold pilow layin' by me side

Chorus
Well the moon is down
but it still ain't dawn
and the world is dark
and my baby's gone

Looked out the window and I could not help but cry
She left me all alone and never said goodbye
She even took the golden sunlight from my sky

Chorus

I sit here and wonder why she left me
Just try to think what I done wrong
I stay in the darkness of this lonely room

Chorus

Woke up this morning and the sun refused to shine
Looked everywhere tryin' to find that gal of mine
I just found an ice cold pilow layin' by me side

Repeat Chorus 3 Times

Chorus Change
Well there ain't no moonlight
There ain't no starlight
There ain't no sunlight
My baby's gone

Repeat (new) Chorus 7 Times

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Old Pair Of Shoes

I can see you've thrown my old slippers out the door
And once again I'll hide 'em like I've done those times before
Honey they just got to where they're feelin' good
And if you only knew me better, you'd know why they would

chorus
I'm just like an old pair of shoes
That get to feelin' good right when a hole wears through
You can wear me like an old pair of shoes
That have done a lot of walkin' through a lot of bad blues
Well I've walked in and out of love before
And like me it won't be the first time these old shoes
Have been thrown out the door

We can shine 'em up and make 'em look as good as new
Wear 'em out on the town and dance a dance or two
You can see they still got a mile or two
You'd have a change of thought and know they're not
Just another old pair of shoes

chorus
I'm just like an old pair of shoes
That get to feelin' good right when a hole wears through
You can wear me like an old pair of shoes
That have done a lot of walkin' through a lot of bad blues
Well I've walked in and out of love before
And like me it won't be the first time these old shoes
Have been thrown out the door

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Blue Denim Sole

He said he was the grandson of Johnny B. Goode
Some thought he couldn't but I thought he could
He set his mind talkin' about Elvis lookin' like James Dean
He said a country boy rockin' ain't all that bad
You shake your leg or you wear you a hat
You bring the house down and you make all the pretty girls scream
He said a complicated rhythm folks don't understand
Just stomp your feet and clap your hand and play

chorus
Blue, blue denim soul
Blue, blue denim soul
A country boy rockin' will get on a roll
Playin' blue, blue denim soul

He poured me out a helping of rhythm and blues
It was bad to the bone-you see to me it was news
Spreadin' wood sheddin' in pair of faded overalls
He said scratch your throat when you start to sing
You make 'em cry when you bend them strings
And one more thing I will tell you before I go
The only thing that you can count on are both of your hands
And having holes in your britches when the boys in the band are playin'

chorus
Blue, blue denim soul
Blue, blue denim soul
A country boy rockin' will get on a roll
Playin' blue, blue denim soul

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It Wasn't His Child

He was her man, she was his wife
And late one winter night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasn't his child,
It wasn't his child

Yet still he took him as his own
And as he watched him grow
It brought him joy
But it wasn't his child
It wasn't his child

But like a father he was strong and kind
And I believe he did his best
It wasn't easy for him
But he did all could
His son was different from the rest
It wasn't his child
It wasn't his child

And when the boy became a man
He took his father's hand
And soon the world
Would all know why
It wasn't his child
It wasn't his child

But like a father he was strong and kind
And I believe he did his best
It wasn't easy for him
But he did all could
He grew up with his hands in wood
And he died with his hands in wood
He was God's child,
He was God's child

He was her man
She was his wife
And late one night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasn't his child
It was God's child

copyright © Skip Ewing
Title Code: 390462141
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Fallin' Apart At The Heart

I'm back on my feet, got it straight in my mind
Don't ask how I'm doing, I'm doing just fine,
Now I got it all under control
If I acted much higher
Then you'd see I'm down so low

chorus
I keep fallin', fallin apart at the heart
Keeps me wonderin' when does the gettin' over you start
It's hard to let go when a part of me keeps holdin' on
I'm back to the start, fallin' apart at the heart

Now I've told some lies, said I'd be ok
But don't you believe me, nothings really changed
I still wish that you were here
Tomorrow's so cloudy
Oh but yesterday's too clear

chorus
I keep fallin', fallin apart at the heart
Keeps me wonderin' when does the gettin' over you start
It's hard to let go when a part of me keeps holdin' on
I'm back to the start, fallin' apart at the heart

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Ax To Grind

They tried to lose us in the hype of fortune and fame
We've got them to thank and only us to blame
Now the joker is dealing 'cause the king went blind
We're stayin' out of the shuffle with an ax to grind
We're out of the shuffle with an ax to grind

chorus
I've got by jeans on tight and my shades when it's sunny
You can break my heart-but don't take my money
It's a long long road and an uphill climb
Just leave me my guitar - I'll have an ax to grind
Leave me my guitar - I'll have an ax to grind

Something we're not is what plenty of us were
We've got houses and cars and people callin' us sir
I'd like to give it all up and leave it behind
And join a nameless bunch of pickers with an ax to grind
A nameless bunch of pickers with an ax to grind

chorus
I've got by jeans on tight and my shades when it's sunny
You can break my heart-but don't take my money
It's a long long road and an uphill climb
Just leave me my guitar - I'll have an ax to grind
Leave me my guitar - I'll have an ax to grind

They say our songs are simple and little too wordy
A little bit fast and a little too dirty
You don't make it down the track without any ties
But we've made it this far with just an ax to grind

chorus
I've got by jeans on tight and my shades when it's sunny
You can break my heart-but don't take my money
It's a long long road and an uphill climb
Just leave me my guitar - I'll have an ax to grind
Leave me my guitar - I'll have an ax to grind

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The Fieldhand

I could not repay in one lifetime
All the love you gave me
You've become such a woman
Still you let me call you baby
I love you now and I always will
I would gladly be the fieldhand, if you were the field

I'd take the rain - it makes us grow
That's what you always told me
I'd take the plow firm in my hand
Just the way you hold me
I'd cultivate the valley and the hill
I would gladly be the fieldhand, if you were the field

I would sprinkle the morning dew
When the lonely nights were thru
I would hang a harvest moon
So its light would shine on you

To help you grow would truly be my will
I would gladly be the fieldhand, if you were the field
I would gladly be the fieldhand, if you were the field

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