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Orphan Songs

by Darryl Gregory

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Let’s you and me head to the moon We’ll find us a little peace and quiet It’s getting tight down here ain’t no more room And hell, I just want to try it Plenty of space up there to spread our wings Least that’s what it looks like from down here We’re gonna gather up all of your pretty things And just - just disappear Soon So soon So soon I’m headed off to the moon Or what do ya think about that big bright star The blue one in Cassiopeia We can drive there in my old junk car Tell the neighbors and your mother- we’ll see ya But let’s just settle on that old moon We can thumb our noses at the folks we left behind Sit on a rock whistle an old country tune They’ll spy us in their telescopes se we’re doin’ just fine Soon So soon So soon I’m headed off to the moon It don’t matter if we go far To the moon or to a star I just want to see the earth in my rear view mirror I’m just tired of all this nonsense down here Soon So soon So soon I’m headed off to the moon Ya comin’?
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I'm not worried about time Seen all the good Lord can send Throttle up and heading round the bend  And then some  All my exes say I'm going straight to hell For all the shit I mighta said and done  I just tell ‘em babe it’s been fun  And then some  And my bones are telling me it's time to get out on the road  Ain’t nothing here tying me down  Sell a few of my guitars Sleep out underneath the stars See the deep heart of the country  And then some  So I roll out my FatBoy v-twin Riding low and heavy nothin’ to lose That horse was born to cruise And then some Hot Texas wind in my face Nothing but scrub, pumpjacks and barbed wire With no premise or desire I head down the road  And then some Don’t need the world and it don’t need me Just this ribbon of road from Abilene to El Paso At my age I should know Which way my wheels go It’s all just a shot in the dark And then some I’m not worried about time Rear view mirror showing me what I left behind And then some
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Verse: I begged you to leave crumbs for me to follow I was so afraid I’d slip your hand and lose the way You seemed determined to run into the future And leave me fumbling for the right words to say Right words to say Never had the right words to say Verse: Your dream was to dance on the big stage Mine was to keep you here in this box for myself You were afraid I’d close the lid and stop the music Discarded toys on a forgotten shelf Some forgotten shelf Forgotten shelf Chorus: Won’t you come back to me my little ballerina Won’t you dance for me just one more time I’ll wind up the old music box melody That I kept when you left me behind I kept when you left me behind Bridge: I don’t blame you for being afraid I don’t blame you for running away My love was a heart shaped lock On a gilded box On a gilded box Verse: I see your name in the marquee lights They throw roses at your feet He throws you high up in the air I throw myself down on this street Down on this street Down on this street Chorus: Ballerina, my little ballerina Won’t dance for me one more time Ballerina, my little ballerina Why did you leave me behind Why did you leave me behind
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This life of ours Must have happened While I was dreaming During an afternoon nap On a Sunday in July My eyes closed for a moment While I was reading About some distant war Or last night’s baseball game And in this dream I remember Being married To the most beautiful girl In our neighborhood We said our vows At the Church of St. Cecilia And honeymooned at your Uncle’s Cabin on the Sound I might have had a job I don’t remember I must have kissed you good-bye A million times or more I drove along the back roads To avoid the highway Then headed home The exact same way I come I dreamed of two Little girls chasing an old dog In a postage stamp back yard Running through the sprinkler You called their names and I turned around I watched them run through the back door Through my arms that tried To hold them in that time There were Halloweens’ Christmases Birthdays and 4th of July Skinned knees and broken hearts All tumbling by and by In this dream In this dream In this dream I heard music And it pulled me up to waking I was on the back porch And you were singing some Sweet old song I couldn’t tell if it was Dream or it was real I couldn’t tell if I was dead Or still Earthly bound But I do know it was my life And it made me happy That we spent this time together you and I It doesn’t matter if I dreamt That we were twenty or we were ninety It’s just dream Just a sweet dream after all
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We ain’t never going to sing in Nashville Up on that sacred Ryman stage We ain’t going to harmonize with Willie Or any of the greats of our age We just hook it up every night Playing to the drunks at the bar Feeling a bit like Alice Wondering where the hell we are We’re just Dirt Road Pickin’ Different city every night Dirt Road Pickin’ Sing along and you’ll feel alright Well you might be right it’s closing time But they’re asking us to play one more A little rock-n-roll for their mortal souls They’re up and dancing across the floor It don’t matter how old ya get If you got three chords and an old guitar And sing the songs they’re asking ya for The ones they all know by heart And in the cold early morning Well we pack it all away The banjos and the mandolins And the music we love to play We’re just Dirt Road Pickin’ You don’t need to know our names Dirt Road Pickin’ Travellin’ down the dusty lanes We’re just Dirt Road Pickin’ One more song before they turn out the lights Dirt Road Pickin’ Sing along and you’ll feel Yeah you’ll feel alright
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I was just a little kid Watching Friday night TV It’s was getting late Mama says it’s bedtime for me I'm looking around Don’t see my sister anywhere Oh man she’s out on a date Some guy with tattoos and long hair Daddy calls him a hippie I ain’t sure what that means He gives me rides on his bike So he seems alright to me It’s getting later and later Mama says she’s worried some Daddy says we’ll see about that Goes looking for his gun There’s gonna be a shotgun wedding Yeah a shotgun wedding tonight My sister don’t know it But she’s gonna be a bride Gonna have a shotgun wedding Yeah a shotgun wedding tonight I knew my sister weren’t no Virgin Mary Her hippie-biker boyfriend wasn't all that scary But Daddy was old school And Mama ain’t no fool We’re gonna have a shotgun wedding Yeah a shotgun wedding tonight My sister don’t know it But she’s gonna be a bride Gonna have a shotgun wedding Yeah a shotgun wedding tonight Yeah a shotgun wedding Yeah a shotgun wedding Tonight . . . He said I now pronounce you man and wife Til death do you part
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Old Things 03:00
Verse: I love drivin’ an old car And the way they rumble right along The smell of rust and oil Push in a button to find a song Verse: And I love an old dog They give you love til their dying day Showing me how to get back up Even though we’re too sore to play Chorus: Yeah I love the old things Yeah I love the old ways I trust the tried and true The red white and blue And the dusty old road That brings me home to you Verse: I love the old time music Evenings on the porch in a glider swing Sippin on sweet tea Strumming my Daddy’s old six string Verse: I love the old stuff people call junk Hidden in the barn loft back aways Old trunks, old coins, old toys and magazines Memories of easier days Chorus: Yeah I love the old things Yeah I love the old ways I trust the tried and true The red white and blue And the dusty old road That brings me home to you Bridge: Well I’m looking ahead and looking back All in the same frame I ain’t afraid of dying Just hopin’ y’all remember my name And so I walk into the years With no plan in mind Yes I may be an old stone But I’m happy I’ve been weathered by time Chorus: Cuz I love the old things Yeah I love the old ways I trust the tried and true The red white and blue And the dusty old road That brings me home to you
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In Here 03:31
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Whatever 04:57
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Walkin' down the road Got a light in my hand Sun is high in the noon day sky And I'm lookin' for an honest man There's gonna be a revolution A revolution There's gonna be a revolution A revolution Waitin' on my revolution My revolution And baby - heads are gonna roll Big Brother's steppin' out He's got a twinkle in his eye He's got a hand in my pocket He's bleedin' me dry Call it war call it genocide Call it what you will People die Presidents lie Blood and oil spill There's gonna be a revolution A revolution There's gonna be a revolution A revolution Waitin' on my revolution My revolution And baby - heads are gonna roll Listen (to it) Raise up your voice and Shout it out (right in their face) We've got no choice and Take it apart And throw it down Against the wall Who will be the first - the first to fall? Guns and gasoline Lay it on the line Rip it outta my cold dead hands Yeah baby I got mine There's gonna be a revolution A revolution There's gonna be a revolution A revolution Waitin' on my revolution My revolution And baby - heads are gonna roll

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This is a collection of unreleased songs that have yet to find themselves on a proper album. In some cases, a few of the songs might even be considered 'demo' versions but they still sound quite passable. I'm sure that this list of songs will grow as time passes and perhaps even shrink if one of these Orphans finds its way onto a future CD.

I get many requests for copies of these songs that I play at gigs, so here they are for the taking. Feel free to share once you download, just give credit where credit is due.

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released August 8, 2013

Dirt Road Pickin' - mandolin and BG vocals by Jody Cipot

Shotgun Wedding - guitar solo by Jody Cipot

In Here - background vocals by Jaime Daruwala

Keeping My Secrets - Lyrics are by Z. Mulls, music by Darryl Gregory

All instruments and vocals on all tracks are by Darryl Gregory

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Take a little Mellencamp, throw in some Cash, stir with a dash of Hiatt and flavor with Springsteen & Earle. Sounds Like Darryl Gregory. Heat-n-Eat! mmm good.

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