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Headed out for Santa Fe in a beat up Chevy Van
Gonna see how far I can go
Only brought one bag of clothes and my old guitar, Rose
She’s the perfect companion out on the trail
I left it all in Dallas staying fearless on my way
and I feel it’s time for me to make a change

And I could probably use a pen pal
Someone to talk to from the road
Lord knows it’s hard to tell
and I could probly stand a letter from my momma, that’d be best,
but i ain’t got no forwarding address, no I ain’t got no forwarding address.

Woke up this morning and that’s all I needed to do
Threw on my blue jeans and I laced up my shoes
And I am letting go of the bullshit 
That’s been keeping me from life
This time I’m going to do, I’m going to do it right

And I could probably use a pen pal
Someone to talk to from the road
Lord knows it’s hard to tell
and I could probly stand a letter from my momma, that’d be best,
but i ain’t got no forwarding address, no I ain’t got no forwarding address.

Been at it for months now, it seems I’ve made my way,
picking on this 6-string every night and day
And I ain’t got it all, no, but you can say I’ve been blessed
Dear Momma, here’s my forwarding address

And I could probably use a pen pal
Someone to talk to from the road
Lord knows it’s hard to tell
and I could probly stand a letter from my momma, that’d be best,
Dear momma here’s my forwarding address
Dear momma here’s my forwarding address

Lyrics and music by Mason Adams Project
Copyright 2021, Mason Adams Project, All Rights Reserved

Feet hit the ground, and I’m back up and running
No chance in hell that I’m folding this time
No tales, no lies, just trust your intuition
And take your time.

Look around the room to find your inspiration.
Flying down the road to find a new way
Look inside yourself for a brand new sensation
It’s the new wave celebration.

Get downtown, settle all those wagers
Pony up, and even out the odds
Don’t wait, no, just do yourself a favor
But take your time.

Look around the room to find your inspiration.
Flying down the road to find a new way
Look inside yourself for a brand new sensation
It’s the new wave celebration

Lyrics and music by Mason Adams Project
Copyright 2022, Mason Adams Project, All Rights Reserved

A young man turned 22
Headed down to the liquor store to get a pint of booze
Not knowing where he’s going
Or what else is left to do 
He sat down, cried into his hands
As he took a sip or two.

It ain’t too hard to whip a man 
It ain’t too hard to whip a man 
It ain’t too hard to whip a man 
When he’s already down.

A soldier man sits around wondering where she’s been 
100 days without a word and he’s missing her again 
But there’s that mail call every Tuesday
There’s a letter for him there
She said she’s found another man 
and she’s moving to Delaware.

It ain’t too hard to whip a man 
It ain’t too hard to whip a man 
It ain’t too hard to whip a man 
When he’s already down.

An old man turned 92
Lost his dog, his family’s gone, 
And almost everyone he knew.
The Great Depression or Recession or even World War II
Couldn’t break this man from his plan;
What is your excuse?

And you can do it if you try; Just wait on change a little while. 
Keep your head held high,
Yes you can do it if you try…

Lyrics and music by Mason Adams Project
Copyright 2021, Mason Adams Project, All Rights Reserved

Where have you gone now, 
I hope you found a nice play to stay.
Are you feeling used, or was it just me yesterday. 
I’m searching for it, is it deep down in your core?
When you’re feeling hollow, it’s a tough pill to swallow

I don’t need to be reminded that it’s over,
And I don’t mean to do this right here.
And I don’t need you to call me when you’re sober
And I don’t mean to fall all apart 

This whiskey bottle won’t wash my blues away.
This rock ’n’ roll won’t keep me loaded anymore.
These cocaine eyes won’t hide the pain that’s in my soul,
When I’m lost in sorrow and there’s no tomorrow.

I don’t need to be reminded that it’s over,
And I don’t mean to do this right here.
And I don’t need you to call me when you’re sober
And I don’t mean to fall all apart 

Is it me, or is it you, tell me where it is you wanna go…

Lyrics and music by Mason Adams Project
Copyright 2021, Mason Adams Project, All Rights Reserved

So you’ve gone and messed it all up again 
You’ve been living large, behind the shaw You’re everyones best friend 
Like a movie star, the shiny cars, done ruined you again. 
It’s a shame you play the game that nobody ever wins.

You don’t have to play this game no more, 
Don’t have have to play this game no more. 
Cause I’m sure you’re tired of losing and waking up on the floor 
You don’t have to play this game no more.

Last night I stumbled in after 2, 
Yes, I’m a star at my local bar, 
Been a regular since before you. 
But your closet stood there empty, 
With a note stuck by the door.

She said she ain’t gonna play this game no more.
She ain’t gonna play this game no more. 
She ain’t gonna play this game no more 
Because his promises are empty, 
And he’s let her down once more 
She ain’t gonna play this game no more.

That’s the last time I’m feeling sick over you. 
I must be gone, I’m moving on, still getting over you. 
Cause you left me high and dry, said you were only going to the store,
No I ain’t gonna play this game no more.

I ain’t gonna play this game no more 
I ain’t gonna play this game no more
Cause I’m strong enough this time not to open that front door.
I ain’t gonna play this game no more.

You ain’t gotta play this game no more. 
You ain’t gotta play this game no more. 
Cause there’s more to life than envy and always wanting something more. 
You don’t have to play this game no more …

Lyrics and music by Mason Adams Project
Copyright 2021, Mason Adams Project, All Rights Reserved

I cut my teeth in this town
My first drink, my first hell raised, my first heartbreak
There’s a few who hang around.
Brides who thought they’d marry their way out
a couple of mothers, who may have come too soon,
buddies of mine, that don’t know what to do

We were just a couple of kids looking for a good time, 
racing hard and fast for that finish line
Along the way we lost a few of our own, 
but at the end of the day, 
we still call it home, we call it home.

My senior year was all backroads and beer,
when we lit that bonfire, I almost shed a tear,
ankle deep in water, and running for our lives,
if you asked me to change it, I wouldn’t think twice
No, Hell No

We were just a couple of kids looking for a good time, 
racing hard and fast for that finish line
Along the way we lost a few of our own, 
but at the end of the day, 
we still call it home, we call it home.

It’s been years now, and things are still the same,
except for the women and a few restaurant chains.

We were just a couple of kids looking for a good time, 
racing hard and fast for that finish line
Along the way we lost a few of our own, 
but at the end of the day, 
we still call it home, we call it home.

Lyrics and music by Mason Adams Project
Copyright 2021, Mason Adams Project, All Rights Reserved

I’ve done made every mistake
a single man can make.                          
Get knocked down and get back up
is my story as of late.
It’s the struggle to find a way
to make a lasting stand            
When each day’s a brand new battle
to be a better man.
And I’m sorry for the tears I’ve caused
and the worries along the way.                                             
I’ll find time to mend those fences
if I can make it through today.

‘Cause it’s been a long crazy road,
There’s been some bumps along the way.
I’ve tried to learn from my mistakes but did it the hard way.
They never said that it would be easy, or a life that’s full of bliss,
But I never thought it would be quite like this.
 
I used to be reminded of my salvation
at the bottom of every bag.
I hit rock bottom a couple times
lost everything I had.
It ain’t easy to get back up
and come crawling back for more,
when you’ve been through hell and back,
It’s hard to weather through the storm.
And I’m sorry for the broken hearts
and the spills along the way.
I’ll find time to heal those wounds
if I can make it through today.
 
Just take your leap of faith, and let it all go
Ridin’ in the fast lane with your pedal to the floor.
      
‘Cause it’s been a long crazy road,                      
There’s been some bumps along the way.
I’ve tried to learn from my mistakes but did it the hard way.
They never said that it would be easy, or a life that’s full of bliss,
But I never thought it would be quite like this.

Lyrics and music by Mason Adams Project
Copyright 2021, Mason Adams Project, All Rights Reserved

We used to go camping and fishing, it was the place to shoot our guns.
Let’s get out of town, and go have a little fun
And you could get a 30-pack of Stones for 14.95
Just as long as you could see over the steering wheel to drive
That ol’ blue barn never closed, not even on Christmas Day.
And if you knew where you was going, you could take backroads all the way.

And if you need a good time, she’ll surely deliver,
but you better watch out for that old Red River.
She flows steady as can be,
carving out the land,
Revealing truths, and covering lies underneath all that sand.
And if you need a good time, she’ll surely deliver,
but you better watch out for that old Red River.

I fell in love one day, underneath that river bridge,
I knew it wouldn’t last long, hell we were only kids.
Summertime would come and go, but the memories remain,
Without all those river days, life wouldn’t be the same.
And I lost my favorite pocket knife, but let me tell me you what I’ve gained
Stories to last a lifetime, and enough laughs to heal the pain.

And if you need a good time, she’ll surely deliver,
but you better watch out for that old red river.
She flows steady as can be,
carving out the land,
Revealing truths, and covering lies underneath all that sand.
And if you need a good time, she’ll surely deliver,
but you better watch out for that old Red River.

We’re all grown now, just doin’ the best we can,
With kids of our own, out there playing in that sand.
Sunburns will come and go,
And the past will teach the change,
All the lessons we need to learn, in a world that’s gone deranged.
When you need to escape, or just some place to go
She’ll listen to your problems, as you listen to her flow.

And if you need a good time, she’ll surely deliver,
but you better watch out, for that old Red River.
She flows steady as can be,
carving out the land,
Revealing truths, and covering lies underneath all that sand.
And if you need a good time, she’ll surely deliver,
but you better watch out for that old Red River. 

Lyrics and music by Mason Adams Project
Copyright 2021, Mason Adams Project, All Rights Reserved

Well I’ve been wasting my time, 
Trying to find a reason why, 
Got to escape the confines
of my mind and let go.

I’ve got to go 
I’ve got to go 
I’ve got to go 
I’ve got to go

Been going out of my mind 
Still tripping over what’s behind, yeah 
No I cannot rewind, 
Fast forward and I’m gone

I’ve got to go 
I’ve got to go 
I’ve got to go 
I’ve got to go

And when I unwind 
The service always starts without me
I’m looking for a good time, 
Don’t let the party start without me.

I’ve got to go 
I’ve got to go 
I’ve got to go 
I’ve got to go

Lyrics and music by Mason Adams Project
Copyright 2021, Mason Adams Project, All Rights Reserved

Well I’ve been traveling  down this lonesome trail
And it’s been too long, but I figure what the hell, 
Time to strap up my boots, saddle up my steed, 
And get back to you, get back to you.

It’s sundown when I cross the Colorado, 
And I’m chasing shadows, hiding from the moonlight
And as the wind blows on, I hear them voices telling me, 
Better get back home, better get back home.

I just can’t wait to get back home, gotta get back home.
I just can’t wait to get it on, we’re gonna get it on.

Her letters smell like her perfume
I can hear her laughter, it’s filling up the room,
And when she smiles it’s like the whole world stops and stares for a while
That ain’t why I left though, I was running from the law, with all those bank notes.
Killed a deputy in the Fall, and if the sheriff and his posse catch wind, 
They’ll hang me at dawn, Yea, I’ll swing at dawn

I just can’t wait to get back home, gotta get back home.
I just can’t wait to get it on, we’re gonna get it on.

They must’ve known the plan though,
No sneaking through at night, and climbing through her window.
It was on the edge of town, when they grabbed me and hauled me off jail. 
Whose got my bail? Whose got my bail?
And it must’ve been midnight as they were reading me my rights, 
I heard a soft voice enter through the side door, and the chuck of that 12 gauge 
Followed by “Stick ‘em up, he’s coming with me … He’s coming with me.”
And we fled into the night looking for a rail to catch.
Two lovers on the run from the Sheriff and his men.
We’ve been gone for 7 years, and …

I just can’t wait to get back home, we’re gonna build us a home.
I just can’t wait, to get it on, we’re gonna get it on.

Lyrics and music by Mason Adams Project
Copyright 2021 Mason Adams Project, All Rights Reserved

I don’t know what you came here for,
But I figure you’ll stay for a while.
It’s been some time since we met like this
It’s sure good to see your smile.
I know those lines that we drew were crossed,
I feel terrible about that.
We’ll dust it off like saddle bags,
Because I’ll always have your back.

You can count on me
You can count on me
When times get tough, you better believe,
You can count on me.

It’s been a while since I called last time
I’ve been working on my own.
Sometimes the darkness comes creeping in,
And that’s where things go wrong.
I’m stronger now than I was before,
you don’t have to carry all that weight.
I just wanted to let you know,
I know the hour is getting late, but baby now

You can count on me
You can count on me
When times get tough, you better believe
You can count on me.

You can count on me
You can count on me
When times get tough, you better believe
You can count on me.

Lyrics and music by Mason Adams Project
Copyright 2021, Mason Adams Project, All Rights Reserved

When they go low, we get high
Let me hear it one time.
When things move slow, still so sublime
Is there anything on the line?
Been lost and found, but I’ll rise again
And ride that cloud up to the sky
When they go low, we get high,
Let me hear it one time.

Slow down boy, what you running from
It’s ok to be scared sometimes.
When it’s life or limb, and it’s do or die
It’s a tough mountain to climb.
I don’t know what you’re searching for, but you’ll find it somehow
So slow down boy, what you running from
Take it easy for awhile.

So get on up, get on down
Let the music take control
Release yourself from the grip
Of the world that’s got its hold
We’re moving now, grooving now,
Let the rhythm soothe your soul
So get on up, and get on down
Let the music take control.

Slow down boy, what you running from
It’s ok to be scared sometimes.
When it’s life or limb, and it’s do or die
It’s a tough mountain to climb.
I don’t know what you’re searching for, but you’ll find it somehow
So slow down boy, what ya running from
Take it easy for awhile.

Lyrics and music by Mason Adams Project
Copyright 2022, Mason Adams Project, All Rights Reserved

Do you believe the lies they’re feeding you
Is there any truth masked behind those lies?
When the administration is out to ground you, 
Will you reach the sky with a battle cry?

And can’t you feel them lurking in the shadows,
They’re always in tune with what you do 
When the walls are closing in around you,
Will you feel your soul with right to do?

Who are you running from this time 
Don’t you think it’s time we stand and fight 
When the daunting day has come to find you 
Who will you be standing beside?

And can’t you feel them lurking in the shadows,
They’re always in tune with what you do
When the walls are closing in around you will you, 
Will you feel your soul with right to do?

Right to do 
Right to do 
All that’s left is right to do 
Right to do 
Right to do 
All that’s left is right to do.

Lyrics and music by Mason Adams Project
Copyright 2021, Mason Adams Project, All Rights Reserved