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There’s Gonna Be A Few Changes by David Insley
Well there’s gonna be a few changes made around here
I’m expanding my vocabulary, beyond the words “yes dear”
I ain’t takin’ this lyin down, I’m a little bit mad but I’m still hangin’ around
And there’s gonna be a few changes made around here.
I’ll be coming home a little bit later than I used to
And I aint gonna say where I been, like I used to do
Your the last thing on my mind tonight, and even tho I’m late I know that we won’t fight
Cause there’s gonna be a few changes made around here.
Well we used to have the sweetest little pillow talks
But that was then, before you up and took a walk
Well I hope the wild side is good to you, I’m a little bit pissed and little bit blue
And now there’s gonna be a few changes made around here
I’m gonna fill out one of them forms for the U.S. Mail
I’m gonna tell my friends you took my advice, and went straight to Hell
I’m gonna burn all the towels that are labeled “hers,” you might be feeling bad, but I’m feeling worse
And now there’s gonna be a few changes made around here.
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I'm Afraid of Dying
03:34
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I’m Afraid of Dying by David Insley
Well I don’t mind tellin’ ya I’m afraid of dying
You know I hate to come such a long way just to fail
If tomorrow morning your reading my obituary,
It won’t be because I haven’t tried like hell
Oh I don’t mind being a guy who’s from the country
And I don’t care what you ever think of me
Cause there’s a place inside my head that’s quiet and peaceful
And all I have to do is go there to feel free
Well I don’t mind telling ya sometimes I get lonesome
And I don’t mind telling ya sometimes my heart strays
But the thought of living without you sends a shiver down my spine,
Darling please don’t take your love away
Well I don’t mind if you think that I talk funny
And I don’t care if you think that I dress wrong
My heart don’t skip a beat when yer laughing in my face
It’s the price I pay for living here too long
But I don’t mind saying sometimes I can’t be troubled
With picking up my own pieces when I fall
Once yer down sometimes it’s best not to get up,
Just let me rest here peaceful against the wall
Dying young ain’t nothing to be proud of
And livin’ fast will kill you in the end
I get so tired of this awful restless feeling
It changes my direction like the wind
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Laid to Waste
03:51
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Laid to Waste by David Insley
Well she started on the top, ended on the bottom,
Spent some time there in between along the way
She was raised her mamma’s daughter, thank god her daddy never caught her,
When this poor ol’ country boy was laid to waste
She’s the reason heads are turning, and in my heart a fire is burning,
She’s the cause of all that’s good that’s come my way
And if I didn’t know no better, and if her job would only let her,
Well we’d stay in bed till noon most every day
Laid to waste, there’s a taste of your lovin’ lingerin’ on, and I can’t find a reason to rise
From the bed where I lie, on the pillow by your side, when all I’ll ever need is right here in my arms
All the good stuff that I know, I learned from 40 years of mistakes
And I wasted lots of time along the way
Well you know I aint complainin’, I’m just tryin’ to explain
What a difference your lovin’ has made
I ain’t a braggin’ on myself, I’m just a simple man
I might be part of how we come so far, but your love has made me what I am
And that twinkle in my eye, y’know, you’re the one who put it there,
All my tenderness is due to you, and our early morning love affair
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Maricopa Mountains
03:41
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Maricopa Mountains by David Insley
Sweet mystery of our love that unravels day by day
And the feeling that I get when you look at me that way
I was born to ramble, but I would gladly settle down
And spend my life here with you in this dusty desert town
White Tanks, Arizona
Tolleson & Avondale
How I miss those Maricopa Mountains, if they could talk the tales they’d tell
Jackrabbit, Arizona
San Louis and Silver Bell
How I miss those Maricopa Mountains, if they could talk the tales they’d tell
Well I can see the creases in the corners of your eyes
That mark the many times that you’ve laughed and that you have cried
I was born to ramble, but I would gladly settle down
And spend my life here with you in this dusty desert town
Friendly Corner, Arizona
Gila Bend and Picacho
How I miss those Maricopa Mountains, and if I could, I’d surely go
Hassayampa, Arizona
El Mirage & Sacaton
How I miss those Maricopa Mountains, and if I could, I’d surely go
Jackrabbit, Arizona
San Louis and Silver Bell
How I miss those Maricopa Mountains, if they could talk the tales they’d tell
Friendly Corner, Arizona
Gila Bend and Picacho
How I miss those Maricopa Mountains, and if I could, I’d surely go
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Just Call me Lonesome
04:03
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Just Call Me Lonesome by Dave Insley
Just call me lonesome, from now on
Don’t you care that I’m sorry, for everything that I’ve done
I’m nobody’s no one, and I wander alone
Just call me lonesome, from now on
My baby done left me but before she did
She burned down the house and then run off with some kid
They sent me a postcard from Florida,
Well I hope a crocodile eats em both alive
I had an old dog, he started to whine
Now he’s cryin baby nearly all of the time
That doggy misses you as much as I
Every time he sobers up he starts wantin’ to cry
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After I Died
03:02
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After I Died by David Insley
Give back the sun, give back the wind, give back her long and flowing hair
Please let me break this silence, that has left me here
My work’s undone, my fields untilled, all the leaves have turned to gold
The shadows have grown dark and long and she cries for me I’m told
Her clothes were white, her eyes were blue, as she waits for me at home
The silence that has trapped me here has left her all alone
The day death came and found me here, I stood beside life’s road
That travels far and wide and back and ends in Winter’s cold
Our Summer’s gone and I am done, dead and buried beneath the grass
While I rot into the soil, I slip into the past
It’s not that I deserved a life, any sweeter than my own
I just wanted to see what grew from the seeds I’d sown
Give back the sun, give back the wind, give back her long and flowing hair
Let me break this silence, that has left me here.
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Roy Boy
03:27
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Roy Boy by David Insley
Well when I was a little kid, I remember what my daddy said
About his younger days on the farm
About his youthful life so sweet, raising corn and thrashin’ wheat
And sippin’ homemade whiskey behind the barn
Well my young dad he had a friend, whose generosity depended
on a phrase my daddy had to say
Ya see, before he’d spot my dad a smoke, maybe as some kinda joke
My dad could only ask him in this way:
“Well Roy boy, with the Floy Joy, with the Killroy, with the Frank Buck
How’re your cigarettes holding out?”
When my dad would ask him thus, ol’ Roy could not refuse or fuss
Cause he knew what my dad was talking ‘bout
Well harvest time would come each year, and my dad sat on his John Deere
Stayed in the field till 9 or 10 P.M.
“That wheat won’t wait” I’d hear him say, and he be up at 4 each day
to start the sleepless cycle once again
But when mom brought some lunch to him, and they’d rest in the shade for 10
Roy would drive a truckload into town
But before he’d leave my dad would say, “I’ll ask him in my special way”
To kindly pass his pack of smokes around
“Well Roy boy, with the Floy Joy, with the Killroy, with the Frank Buck
How’re your cigarettes holding out?
Well Roy boy can’t you see, that I’m sufferin’ mightily
Roy boy won’t you kindly bust ‘em out?”
Well many years have passed since then, and my dear dad’s an old, old man
He don’t remember all he used to know
But I’ll bet on his dying day, he’ll still remember what to say
When he gets to heaven and asks Roy for a smoke:
“Well Roy boy with the Floy Joy with the Killroy with the Frank Buck
How’re your cigarettes holding out?
Roy boy with the Floy Joy with the Killroy with the Frank Buck
Can’t you see I’m suffering, bust ‘em out?”
Well Roy boy, with the Floy Joy, with the Killroy, with the Frank Buck,
How’re your cigarettes holding out?
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Gilded Cage
04:16
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Gilded Cage by Dave Insley
Real love cuts, like a mighty river
Through this land of misery
It’ll find the sea, it’ll spill big water
It will be just like you always want it to be
Someday honey when I find the ocean
I’m gonna jump in and never look back
Blood runs through my veins like a raging torrent
Stop the train, I’m longing for the black
Well I don’t care for the storybook ending
I don’t want to know what the seers see
If I could somehow learn how to surf on the tidal waves of life
Honey that ride would be a luxury
The pump keeps pumping but the wells going dry
Without your water honey we’re gonna die
Squatters rights they aint no rights at all
I try to fill the bucket with the tears I cry
Someday honey when you know yourself
Your gonna wonder if you made a mistake
Real love baby, it’s a sanctuary
Not a jail, or a gilded cage
Not a jail, or a gilded cage
Not a jail, or a gilded cage
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Cowboy Lullaby
04:49
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Cowboy’s Lullaby by David Insley
Well if I promised you an easy life, please don’t hold me to my word
If you can’t endure the way that things go, well fly away my little bird
Nights I spend out on the desert floor, in the saddle long past dark
I’ll roll another smoke and think of you, well life’s just like that little spark
Smell the creosote and feel the breeze, listen to a coyote’s cry
Guess I’ll never hear a more mournful sound, if I listen till I die
Now I sing this cowboy’s lullaby, I watch you smiling in your sleep
I watch the firelight flickering on your skin, I pray to god your soul to keep
Now I’ll sing this cowboy’s lullaby and rock you gently in my arms
The moon & stars & I will watch over you, we will keep you safe and warm
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Own a Mountain
05:24
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Own a Mountain by Dave Insley
So this is how it feels to be a hero?
Well stop the press and honey hold the phone
Anyone who tries can make a difference
How’s it feel to be so brave and so alone?
Well I don’t care if you think you’re pretty
I don’t care about the names that fall down from your lip
Any fool can learn to swim an ocean
But it takes guts going down with the ship
You may think you own a mountain
Till that dirt starts filling up your grave
You may think that you’ve hit the bottom
But it might just be a stop along the way
I don’t see how anything can touch me
Because I close myself inside these walls
But somehow the light always finds a way through
Then I brace myself for a long, long fall
Can’t remember when I ever felt so thirsty
I can’t remember when the water ever tasted so good
I remember leaving, before the benediction
I never told you why, but I guess I should
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Dave Insley Austin, Texas
Hailing originally from the hinterlands of Arizona, Dave arrived in Austin, Texas nearly 20 years ago and has called Austin home ever since. His sonorous voice, unique way of telling a story, and intimate, personal style have made him a favorite with fans. His band includes Danny B. Harvey, Bobby Snell, Daniel Jones and Vance Hazen. Dave performs every Saturday, 8-10 PM, at Austin’s White Horse. ... more
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