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Would It Be Alright?
02:48
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Would It Be Alright?
By: Jeff Krause
I’ll keep that secret of how we met
Up on the phone ‘til six AM
My heart runs miles out before my head
And I believe in an old romance
So would it be alright to kiss you?
Out in public may I hold your hand?
I’d proud to call you partner
You can damn sure call me your man
We all start out afraid to fall
I don’t regret the pain at all
Don’t keep old love letters and photographs
But I’m made from collections of the past
Good and bad
So would it be alright to kiss you?
Are you willing to take a chance?
I’d proud to call you partner
You can damn sure call me your man
My hands are filled with scars
They’ve done hard labor and they’ve made art
Won’t trade that callous for softer skin
It’s better than a quiet regret
So would it be alright to kiss you?
Out in public may I hold your hand?
I’d proud to call you partner
You can damn sure call me your man
So would it be alright to kiss you?
Are you willing to take a chance?
I’d proud to call you partner
And honored to be your man
Be honored to be your man
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2. |
Chasing Dreams
03:49
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Chasing Dreams
By: Jeff Krause
Five AM the headlights break the blinds
The cab’s running on waiting time
Leave that key on the table by the door
This place never felt like home
You’ve got your reasons
You’re chasing dreams
If you ever catch ahold of one
Send some stories home to me
No town’s ever called you
Like the open road
I’d never try to hold you back
From a life you call your own
You’ve got your reasons
You’re chasing dreams
If you ever catch ahold of one
Send some stories home to me
Send me a postcard from Nashville
Pick up the phone now & then
If that wind ever blows you North
You’ll always have a safe place to land
You’ve got your reasons
You’re chasing dreams
If you ever catch ahold of one
Send some stories home to me
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3. |
Nobody Else in the Room
03:47
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Nobody Else in the Room
By: Jeff Krause
You call me up late, knew I’d be awake
Just had the best night, need to talk while you unwind
Go on about his smile, the good he does how he treats your child
Need me to meet him, he could be the one
He talks about you like you’re not here
While he grasps you hand and pulls you near
Want to believe that he’s the best for you
But how does he treat you, when nobody else is in the room?
These days you’re smiling less, firm hand replaced a caress
But no tears on your wedding day, paid too much need to save this space
Give him one more chance you say, wrong time with the baby on the way
Need me to speak to him, you know that he can change
He talks about you like you’re not here
While he grasps you hand and pulls you near
Want to believe that he’s the best for you
But how does he treat you, when nobody else is in the room?
Read your name in the paper today, stopped to leave a rose on a grave
The longest years and intense fights, I buried you a hundred times
Drown in whiskey and revelry, dug up some old memories
Finally ready to say this to you
I could’ve been the one
He talks about you like you’re not here
While he grasps you hand and pulls you near
Want to believe that he’s the best for you
But how does he treat you, when nobody else is in the room?
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4. |
Trying To Forget You
03:49
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Trying To Forget You
By: Jeff Krause
I’m trying to forget you one day at a time
I’m trying to forget you one day at a time
My feet drag to and from the corner bar
Two blocks but a long walk with a heavy heart
Now a pint glass kisses my lips & whiskey down my tongue
Don’t get your things real soon, I won’t last long
I’m trying to forget you one day at a time
I’m trying to forget you one day at a time
Threw out that nearly new toothbrush you left behind
Pulling clothes from the dresser drawer and set them on fire
May have some bits and pieces if you hurry & change your mind
Don’t get your things real soon I’ll keep making room for mine
I’m trying to forget you one day at a time
I’m trying to forget you one day at a time
My pillow still reeks of that perfume you wear
The bristles of my broom are still tangled with your hair
Thought of burning them too but how’d I keep it clean ‘round here?
Don’t get your things real soon guess I’ll be a pile here
I’m trying to forget you one day at a time
I’m trying to forget you one day at a time
I’m trying to forget you one day at a time
I’m trying to forget you one day at a time
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5. |
Ghost of a Man
04:43
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Ghost of a Man
By: Jeff Krause
You drink ‘til I’m ugly, I drink so I can sleep
We drink to bury old wounds deep
We won’t notice his final struggle to stand
In that corner bar stool sits the ghost, ghost of a man
His family will tell you he never came home
That man in the kitchen ain’t the son they know
Didn’t catch a bullet, didn’t lose a limb
Part of him is missing that we’ll never see again
So write it off as his fault, he knew what he signed up for
Just ain’t that simple at 18 with hopes for more
For your god and your country, for your wife and your kids
We’re safe and wealthy but at what expense?
You drink ‘til I’m ugly, I drink so I can sleep
We drink to bury old wounds deep
We won’t notice his final struggle to stand
In that corner bar stool sits the ghost, ghost of a man
Did his duty quietly not the type to complain
His wife left nothing, no note to explain
He’s fixed up those shutters, the gutters they’re all clear
But this house is haunted by an old and angry fear
You drink ‘til I’m ugly, I drink so I can sleep
We drink to bury old wounds deep
We won’t notice his final struggle to stand
In that corner bar stool sits the ghost, ghost of a man
So I belly up buy him a shot & a beer
Appreciate your service, glad it’s your burden to bear
Picture in his wallet of a son he’ll never see again
There ain’t a damn thing we can do to repay what he’s given
You drink ‘til I’m ugly, I drink so I can sleep
We drink to bury old wounds deep
We won’t notice his final struggle to stand
In that corner bar stool sits the ghost, ghost of a man
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6. |
Carry Your Memory
03:40
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Carry Your Memory
By: Jeff Krause
Quick with the wit, a thousand one line jokes
Smile and laugh the same but eyes trying to see through smoke
I’ve known you my whole life, only a quarter of yours
Should’ve done better to make some time
Raised on old war stories, shaking dice at the cafe
I wonder now if you know my name
There’s a gentleness behind the confusion in your eyes
I should’ve done better to make some time
They say we share nights under a speckled sky
I’m always a thousand miles away
Wherever you end up, I’ll sing try to let you know
Tonight I carry your memory home
Come from a long line of tight lipped and guarded men
Appreciate my pa and the changes I’ve seen in him
Do my best to show that next generation
They’d be wise to make some time
They say we share nights under a speckled sky
I’m always a thousand miles away
Wherever you end up, I’ll sing try to let you know
Tonight I carry your memory home
No thing as a perfect man
Was a different world back then
There’s things I’ll never understand
We grow and learn our parents become more human
Some lessons only learned in time
Some lessons only learned in time
They say we share nights under a speckled sky
Now you’re only six feet away
Wherever you end up, I’ll sing try to let you know
Tonight I carry your memory home
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Jeff Krause & Brokedown Gramophone New Orleans, Louisiana
Rooted in the tradition of classic Americana & Folk storytelling with a tip of the hat to Blues & Southern Soul, Jeff Krause pairs lyric-forward songs with a guitar style that moves from Acoustic coffee house strums to dusty bar Blues.
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