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DRINKIN’ SURE BEATS THINKIN’
(Strider)
I was down in Nashville, sittin’ in a bar
Talkin’ to some sweet thang, wasn’t gettin’ far
I said, “Honey, what’s this thing you got against me?”
She said, “You’re a man, and I can’t stand your company!”
So I said, “C’mon baby, let me buy another round.
I could say the same the same thang
About women in this town
Let’s have a couple of strong ones
And give our minds a rest
I’m sure we’ll feel better
The more that we forget.”
That’s why
Drinkin’ Sure Beats Thinkin’
When you’re feelin’ lonely
When you’re feelin’ blue
I said
Drinkin’ Sure Beats Thinkin’
Sometimes drinkin’ is the only thing to do
(Instrumental solo - piano: Jon Strider)
So I said, “Honey, how you doin’ now?”
She said, “I can’t remember where I put my handbag down.”
I said, “That’s a good sign, you’re kind of lettin’ go
In another drink, or two, or three
You won’t care no more.”
That’s why
Drinkin’ Sure Beats Thinkin’
When you’re feelin’ lonely
When you’re feelin’ blue
I said
Drinkin’ Sure Beats Thinkin’
Sometimes drinkin’ is the only thing to do
(Dueling instrumental solo - slide guitar: Pelle Jernryd / piano: Jon Strider)
And she said, “Bud, you know you ain’t half bad.
I thought I’d lost everything, but now I’m not so sad.”
She thanked me for the strong ones
I helped her find her purse
When I asked her to come home with me
She left me in the dirt
That’s why
Drinkin’ Sure Beats Thinkin’
When you’re feelin’ lonely
When you’re feelin’ blue
Oh___, I said
Drinkin’ Sure Beats Thinkin’
Sometimes drinkin’ is the only thing to do
Sometimes drinkin’ is the only thing to do!
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℗ 2018 New Sky Records
All Rights Reserved
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2. |
Mr. Right
04:40
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MR. RIGHT
(Strider)
Throw out your dildo
Burn up your little red book
Your single days are over
And I’m too good to overlook
They call me Mr. Right
Yeah, they call me Mr. Right
In case you didn’t notice
They call me Mr. Right
I got more than enough
Of the stuff you really need
I’ll be right there on it
Satisfaction guaranteed
They call me Mr. Right
They call me Mr. Right
In case you might’ve missed it
They call me Mr. Right
I’m the one who’s the one for you
and there ain’t nothin’ you can do
I’ve made my connection in your direction,
I know my aim is true
I may look a little worn and frayed,
but I assure you I’m really well made
It would only do you good
If I only could
Steal your heart away
I don’t need a Maserati
I don’t need a Harvard degree
‘Cause I know how to love, how to give
How to squeeze & please
They call me Mr. Right
They call me Mr. Right
In case you might’ve missed it
They call me Mr. Right
Nah-nah-nah, Nah__nah-nah__ Nah-nah-nah (etc.)
(Instrumental solo - piano: Jon Strider)
Well, I’m the one who’s the one for you
and there ain’t nothin’ you can do
I’ve made my connection in your direction
I know my aim is true
I may look a little worn and frayed,
but I assure you I’m really well made
It would only do you good
If I only could
Steal your heart away
So, throw out your dildo
Burn up your little red book
Your single days are over
And I’m too good to overlook
They call me Mr. Right
Yeah, they call me Mr. Right
In case you didn’t notice
They call me Mr. Right
They call me Mr. Right
Yeah, call me Mr. Right
In case you might’ve missed it
They call me Mr. Right
Nah-nah-nah, Nah__nah-nah__ Nah-nah-nah (etc.)
Mr. Right!
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℗ 2018 New Sky Records
All Rights Reserved
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3. |
Road Kill
04:16
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ROAD KILL
(Strider)
Too far down this dead-end road
I'm a lost and lonely child
Got skid marks on my eyelids
And fractures deep and wild
I tried to play by the so-called rules
I tried to court my friends
But the more I tried to play it straight
The more my mind got bent
I feel like Road Kill, Road Kill
Slaughtered in cold, cold blood
I feel like Road Kill
Face down in the mud
Well, I used to think I knew my way,
but I don't know where I'm goin'
I feel like Road Kill, Road Kill
With all my insides showin'
Huh!
Got the buzzards circling over me
They can smell the walking dead
They can't wait to land on me
As the life force leaves my head
But I ain't checkin' out just yet
I still got room to fight
I'll lick my wounds and resurrect
Like Lazarus tonight
I feel like Road Kill, Road Kill
Slaughtered in cold, cold blood
Feel like Road Kill
Face down in the mud
Well, I used to think I knew my way,
but I don't know where I'm goin'
Feel like Road Kill, Road Kill
With all my insides showin'
Huh!
(Instrumental solo: Pelle Jernryd - electric lap steel guitar)
And I dream of sweet transcendence
From this barren, bitter town
This home of raw ambition
Has finally brought me down
I should have seen it coming,
but my eyes were dim and numb
I guess I'm finally waking up
To this mess I'm running from
I feel like Road Kill, Road Kill
Slaughtered in cold, cold blood
Feel like Road Kill
Face down in the mud
Well, I used to think I knew my way,
but I don't know where I'm going
I feel like Road Kill, Road Kill
Slaughtered in cold, cold blood
Feel like Road Kill
Face down in the mud
Well, I used to think I knew my way,
but I don't know where I'm going...
©2013, 2018 Pacific Songworks BMI
℗2013, 2018 New Sky Records
All Rights Reserved
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4. |
Workin' Girl
04:27
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WORKIN' GIRL
(Strider/Delén)
She gets up before the sun gets up
Feet hit the treadmill with her eyes still shut
Oh Boy in her coffee every single day
Then she hops into the shower while she boils her eggs
Got the TV on and the radio blastin’
Husband's got a hangover, she ain’t askin’
Polar caps meltin’, the world’s gonna burn
But she’s got more important things to bother her
She’s a Workin’ Girl in a whacked out world
She’s a Workin’ Girl in a whacked out world
Drivin’ with a coffee cup between her legs
Hope it don’t spill when she hits the brakes
Tryin’ to do her make-up in the rear view mirror
Got one knee on the wheel, tryin’ to steer
It’s a struggle out there to stay in her lane
When every other driver is completely insane
Feels like a miracle she pulls into work
Still in one piece despite all the jerks
She’s a Workin’ Girl in a whacked out world
She’s a Workin’ Girl in a whacked out world
Doin’ her best, doin’ way to much
But it never ever seems to be enough
She’s a Workin’ Girl in a whacked out world
A Workin’ Girl in a whacked out world
(Instrumental solo: Patrick Ohlsson - electric guitar)
Walks into the office with her eyes on the clock
Got eight long hours to spend with her boss
Not quite sure what makes him tick
But she knows damn well he makes her sick
Does all his work in his coffee breaks
Doesn’t have a clue what a mess he makes
Leaves it to her to clean up his act
Takes all the credit then stabs her in the back
She’s a Workin’ Girl in a whacked out world
She’s a Workin’ Girl in a whacked out world
Doin’ her best, doin’ way to much
But it never ever seems to be enough
She could take two jobs to manage her bills
But she would still be standing still
She’s tired of fightin’ for her place in the sun
Just wanna have some fun when the work gets done
She’s a Workin’ Girl in a whacked out world
She’s a Workin’ Girl in a whacked out world
She’s a Workin’ Girl in a whacked out world
She’s a Workin’ Girl in a whacked out world
Woh yeah___
A Workin' Girl
She’s a Workin’ Girl in a whacked out world
She’s a Workin’ Girl
She’s a Workin’ Girl
She’s a Workin’ Girl
She’s a Workin’ Girl
© 2013, 2018 Pacific Songworks BMI
℗ 2013, 2018 New Sky Records
All Rights Reserved
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5. |
Big Blind Spot
02:26
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BIG BLIND SPOT
(Strider)
I___ got___ a___
Big Blind Spot
When it comes to lovin’ you
I got two good eyes,
but man, I just can’t see
I got a Big Blind Spot
And it’s all that I can do
To overlook the way you’re treatin’ me
Since that day you caught me
I’ve been hooked on your spell
Like a lovesick flounder on a line
You have stolen my good sense
And now I cannot tell
Somehow bein’ used feels just fine___
I got a Big Blind Spot
When it comes to lovin’ you
Got two good eyes,
but man, I just can’t see
I got a Big Blind Spot
And it’s all that I can do
To overlook the way you’re treatin’ me
(Scat vocal solo : Jon Strider with whacky guitar : Andreas Eriksson)
I have tried and tried
To heed those warnin’ signs
All them red flags flappin’ in the air
But my heart is defenseless
All you have to do is smile
You say, “Jump”.
and I say, “Tell me where__”
I got a Big Blind Spot
When it comes to lovin’ you
Got two good eyes,
but man, I just can’t see
I got a Big Blind Spot
And it’s all that I can do
To overlook the way you’re treatin’ me
To overlook
You’re cheatin’ me!
I got a
Big____
Blind____
Spot!
2018 Pacific Songworks BMI
2018 New Sky Records
All Rights Reserved
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6. |
Recipe For Trouble
02:26
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RECIPE FOR TROUBLE
(Strider/Chrismar)
Take a good timin’ woman
And a jealous hearted man
Pour a little bit of whiskey
Put a heater in his hand
That’s a Recipe For Trouble
That’s a Recipe For Trouble
You can smell it in the kitchen
You can hear it in the hall
That’s a Recipe For Trouble, that’s all
Dress a little girl in short skirts
Heels and high cut hose
Put her right down on the corner
Mister, everybody knows
That’s a Recipe For Trouble
That’s a Recipe For Trouble
When the times get tought
And the money comes up tight
That’s a Recipe For Trouble in the night
(Instrumental solo - electric guitar - Steve Chrismar)
The whole world’s cryin’ mercy
And the lights are flashin’ red
You’re bound to deal with bad luck
When the devil’s in your bed___
Take a young man, with a bad plan
Make his whole life on the street
Send him out for dirty money
In that shooting gallery
That’s a Recipe For Trouble
That’s a Recipe For Trouble
Gonna shake up your
Gonna tear right through your town
That’s a Recipe For Trouble comin’ down
That’s a Recipe For Trouble
That’s a Recipe For Trouble
Gonna shake up your city
Gonna tear right through your town
That’s a Recipe For Trouble comin’ down
© 2018 Pacific Songworks, BMI
℗ 2018 New Sky Records
All Rights Reserved
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7. |
Take Me Back
02:50
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TAKE ME BACK
(Strider)
I’ve been walkin’ a tight rope
Since that day I regret
On pins and needles
Hopin’ you’d forget
But you wanna spite me
and rub it in my face
I may not be an angel,
but you don’t have a case
I come with clear intention
My love for you on track
It’s time for you
To change your point of view
I’ll give you one more chance
Take Me Back
All those innuendos
All them sneak attacks
All them baseless rumors
That talk behind my back
I’ve been tarred and feathered
I’ve been thistled and thorned
By a one-woman jury
My reputation scorned
I come with clear intention
My love for you on track
It’s time for you to change your point of view
Give me one more chance
Take Me Back
(Instrumental solo - baritone electric guitar: Pelle Jernryd)
Holy Moses, there’s so much at stake
Do you think I’d blow it, and throw it, in the lake?
We can walk on water, we can kiss the sky
When we’re reunited, to spread our wings and fly
I come with clear intention
My love for you on track
It’s time for you to change your point of view
I’ll give you one more chance
Take me back
Give me one more chance
Take Me Back, Take Me Back
Take Me Back, Take Me Back
Take Me Back (9x’s)
2018 Pacific Songworks BMI
2018 New Sky Records
All Rights Reserved
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8. |
Ain't No Right Way
03:23
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AIN’T NO RIGHT WAY (to do the wrong thing)
(Strider/McGilpin)
Bah-buh-dah-buh, etc.
Sittin’ at the bar mindin’ my own business
Sippin’ on a bottle of beer
In walks trouble in a tight red dress
High heels and long blond hair
She took the seat right next to me
I could hear my promises break
Face to face with temptation
I had a tough decision to make
Should I pass or take my chances
Roll the dice or hold the line
Could I take the consequences
I better think this through one time
I wish just once I could taste that honey
And never feel the sting
but, there Ain’t No Right Way
To do the wrong thing
Bah-buh-dabba, etc.
Thought to myself there ain’t no harm talkin’
Asked if I could buy her a drink
She said, “No thanks, but would you like to dance?”
Started slippin’ off my ring
I was holdin’ her on the dance floor
When she whispered in my ear
We could do a whole lot better
If we could just get out of here
Should I pass or take my chances
Roll the dice or hold the line
Could I take the consequences
I better think this through one time
I wish just once I could taste that honey
And never feel the sting
but, they’re Ain’t No Right Way
To do the wrong thing
Man, she’s lookin’ sweet as sin tonight!
How could something be so wrong,
and make me feel so right?
Well, I wish just once I could taste that honey
And never feel the sting
but, there Ain’t No Right Way
To do the wrong thing
No, there Ain’t No Right Way
To do the wrong thing
© 2018 Pacific Songworks BMI / 2RTunes ASCAP
℗ 2018 New Sky Records
All Rights Reserved
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9. |
If Down Were Up
03:12
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IF DOWN WERE UP
(Strider/McGilpin)
I was makin’ top dollar on the totem pole
Climbin’ that ladder when the ladder broke
Now the bills are high, and the rent is due
My checks keep bouncin’ like a kangaroo
Thought I’d hit rock bottom
Then the bottom dropped
If Down Were Up I’d be on top
They cut my credit on my credit cards
Closed my tab down at Rosie’s Bar
I was prayin’ real hard for a change of luck
When a big pine tree fell and crushed my truck
I’m on a downhill roll and it just won’t stop
If Down Were Up I’d be on top
If Down Were Up I’d be flyin’ high
Rollin’ in the dough with a piece of the pie
I’d pawn my troubles, party non-stop
If Down Were Up I’d be on top
The way I see it, man, this ain’t no mess
I’m just travelin’ on the low road to success____
(Instrumental solo - electric guitar: Andreas Eriksson)
The devil called up to buy my soul
Said he’d pay me good money, get me out of this hole
Well, I thought real hard, but I turned him down
With a little more time I can turn this around
‘Cause you can’t lose nothin’
When it’s all you got
If Down Were Up I’d be on top
Yeah, yeah, yeah___
If Down Were Up I’d be flyin’ high
Rollin’ in the dough with a piece of the pie
I’d pawn my troubles, party non-stop
If Down Were Up I’d be on top
Yeah___
If Down Were Up I’d be on top
Hmmm-Hmmm
© 2018 Pacific Songworks BMI / 2RTunes ASCAP
℗ 2018 New Sky Records
All Rights Reserved
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10. |
Old Jukebox
03:15
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OLD JUKEBOX
(Strider)
Old Jukebox keep playin’
My favorite tunes for me
There’s always been some special ones
Sometimes two or three
That set my toes a-tappin’
That set my feet on fire
I’m gonna fetch me up some change
and play it to my hearts desire
Old Jukebox, let’s get rockin’
Old Jukebox, get me on time
Something sweet, with a Southern beat
Makes me feel so fine
Old Jukebox, let’s get rockin’
Old Jukebox, double 4 time
I can’t wait to play that Old Jukebox tonight
Well, I clink my money in the slot
and give the thing a kick
And raise hell with the management
if that coin decides to stick
Now I got 14 quarters, and I got 14 beers
I hope that you are quite prepared
To hear what I wanna hear
Old Jukebox, let’s get rockin’
Old Jukebox, get me on time
Something sweet, with a Southern beat
Makes me feel so fine
Old Jukebox, let’s keep rockin’
Old Jukebox, have a good time
I can’t wait to play that Old Jukebox tonight
(Instrumental solo - unison : electric guitar: Andreas Eriksson & Tim Carlstedt; with Jon Strider, piano)
My true love she got married
To one of my best friends
I know it’s been a whole damn year,
but this pain inside won’t mend
I’ve had enough of women
I’ve given up on love
I’m countin’ on this Old Jukebox
To pick my spirits up
My favorite songs keep me alive
To me their my best friends
People die and fade away,
but a good song never ends
Some people turn to Jesus
Some people turn to booze
I’ll just turn this jukebox on
With music I can’t lose
Old Juke box, let’s get rockin’
Old Jukebox, get me on time
Something sweet, with a Southern beat
Makes me feel so fine
Old Jukebox, let’s keep rockin’
Old Jukebox, make it on time
I can’t wait to play that Old Jukebox tonight
I can’t wait to play that Old Jukebox tonight!
© 2018 Pacific Songworks BMI
℗ 2018 New Sky Records
All Rights Reserved
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11. |
I Can't Pay The Rent
03:38
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I CAN’T PAY THE RENT
Words: Jon Strider
Music: Jon Strider/Dave Seabury
Shake down, hear the sound
As they take it all away
I know the trickle down
Got the urine drippin’ on my face
Some buy the pack of lies
But their cover’s runnin’ thin
If they think they gonna take us down
They better think again
Out in the country store
Where my hard earned money’s spent
How can I make it by
When I ain’t gotta goddamn cent
All hope runnin’ dry
I can’t even make a dent
When the landlord calls I’ll beg and ball ‘cause
I Can’t Pay The Rent
They think they can get away,
but they’re gonna burn on Judgement Day
They can trash the middle class,
but the tail don’t wag no dog
Every man without a home
Will pitch his angry tent
Don’t even try to bleed this stone ‘cause
I Can’t Pay The Rent
No!
Top dog’s gonna fall
‘cause he woke up all the sheep
We know what he’s up to now
And we ain’t goin’ back to sleep
I know the bottom line
And I know that the game is bent
It’s not like me to bend the rules
but I Can’t Pay The Rent
(Instrumental solo - Pelle Jernryd - electric slide guitar)
Wake up
Shake it down
Break up
Break it down
Wake up
Tear it down
The floor caved in
From the rich man’s sin
I Can’t Pay The Rent
They think they can get away,
but they’re gonna burn on Judgement Day
They can trash the middle class,
but the tail don’t wag no dog
Every man without a home
Will pitch his angry tent
Don’t even try to bleed this stone ‘cause
I Can’t Pay The Rent
I Can’t Pay The Rent
I Can’t Pay The Rent
I Can’t Pay The Rent
I Can't Pay The Rent
I Can't Pay The Rent
I Can't Pay The Rent
The floor caved in
From the rich man’s sin
I Can’t Pay The Rent
© 2018 Pacific Songworks BMI
℗ 2018 New Sky Records
All Rights Reserved
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Jon Strider Malmö, Sweden
Performing singer-songwriter, musician and record producer from California - 9 solo CD's on New Sky Records - Music style: "Retro rocking' Country with a Blues&Rhythm twist" and "Rhythm n' Folk" - Career migration track: SF Bay Area to L.A., through Nashville & Austin to Sweden, (for19 years) and back... ... more
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