Davin James | Singer / Songwriter | Davin James Music

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Old Soul

Old Soul CD by Davin James

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  • Label: Bullnettle Records
  • Release: 06 Mar, 2009
  • Catalog No: BNR007
  • Home Wishing I'd Gone Fishing

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI
      Layne McGuffee

      You can chunk a spinner bait
      You can work a worm
      You can crank a rattle trap
      Til your fingers burn
      Hula popper jitterbug
      And a silverspoon
      Well I hope we get to do some fishing soon

      Chorus
      I’m home wishing
      That I’d gone fishing
      Gone fishing
      You know I’d rather be fishing

      Blabbermouth devil horse and a big o
      A hot spot rogue tiny torpedo
      Buzz bait little george and a zara spook
      I’ll catch you on a lake bank soon

      Chorus

      If the bass ain’t bitin
      We’ll change our luck
      We’ll get a bucket full of crickets
      And we’ll watch that bobber duck

      Chorus

      You might hear me hollar
      For big night crawler
      When I’m fishin with my ol cain pole
      And nothing could be finer
      Than a couple dozen shiners
      When we’re sitting on a crappie hole

      Chorus

  • 90 Degrees In The Shade

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI

      Lordy I ain’t strayin to far
      I got some ice tea in my mason jar
      Got my trusty guitar on my knee
      Telling lies swattin flies
      Well brother can you harmonize
      While I sing a southern melody

      Well that old screen door
      Sounds just like a drum
      When it echoes down
      The long dog run

      Chorus
      90 degrees in the shade
      Melt your lemonade
      Well that’s another dog day afternoon

      Fan my face with my straw
      Well it’s hotter than the law
      Should allow
      No relief in sight
      A little breeze would be nice
      And another sack of ice
      It my cool that melon down
      Before tonight

      Well that waggin dog tail
      Sounds just like a drum
      Keeping lazy time
      While I strum

      Chorus

      Well I don’t think
      I can stand this heat
      You can fry an egg
      Out on this street

      Chorus

      Chorus

  • Sunday Drive

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI

      We get so busy
      During the week
      Ain’t got time to turnaround
      Obligations and bills to meet
      Got to hurry downtown
      One day that I look forward to
      When I can let it all slide
      Me and my baby’s Sunday afternoon
      Taking a long slow ride

      Chorus
      I’m taking my baby on a Sunday drive
      Ain’t in no hurry gonna take our time
      Everything can just pass us by
      Taking my baby on a Sunday drive

      She gets the kids up and off to school
      Seems like they’re always running late
      Lunch money and the homework too
      She can use a good break
      So when the weekend rolls around
      I know she’s fit to be tied
      I take her slow rollin with the windows down
      All through the country side

      Chorus

      Let’s go home and get out of these church clothes
      I know a county road where nobody goes
      A bucket of chicken with her on the side
      Taking my baby on a Sunday drive

  • She Might Get Drunk And Change Her Mind

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI

      She’s hardheaded and kinda
      Set in her ways
      When baby makes her mind up
      She don’t play

      The best that I can hope for
      She’ll have one too many wines
      She just might get drunk and
      Change her mind

      Chorus
      The last time I saw my baby
      She was cryin
      She said she finally had enough
      Of me this time
      And when she’s drinking
      She’ll make some bad decisions
      She just might get drunk
      And change her mind

      She’s been down in Cancun
      Damned near fifteen days
      And there just ain’t no telling
      How long she’ll stay
      Probably down at Senior Frogs
      Drinking tequila salt and lime
      She just might get drunk
      And change her mind

      Chorus

      And when she’s drinking
      Poor little baby’s mind gets blown
      Well she just might get drunk
      And come back home

  • Caribbean Blue

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI

      Caribbean blue Caribbean blue
      I’m gonna go to a place
      Where I won’t care about being blue

      Caribbean blue Caribbean blue
      I’m gonna go to a place
      Where I won’t care about being blue

      Well it was recommended to me
      A little change of scenery
      Might do me some good
      Help me recharge my batteries
      Get it off all my mind
      And leave it all behind
      Hey smiling on the island’s
      Gonna be perfect timing this time

      Caribbean blue Caribbean blue
      I’m gonna go to a place
      Where I won’t care about being blue

      Everybody seems to agree
      If you want to be stress free
      You got to get on a beach
      And get underneath a big palm tree
      Get out of the states
      Can anybody relate
      It’s like I’m taking a swim
      In the aquarium today

      Caribbean blue Caribbean blue
      I’m gonna go to a place
      Where I won’t care about being blue

      Its gonna be worth
      Picture perfect
      Its gonna keep my mind
      From thinking about you

      Caribbean blue Caribbean blue
      I’m gonna go to a place
      Where I won’t care about being blue

  • My Cowboying Is Over

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI

      Well I met this lovely lady
      Sitting lonesome at the bar
      I took the liberty to join her
      And I showed her a few scars
      She said cowboy you like you’re
      The kind that’s been around
      And I bet this aint your first
      Time in to town

      Well I been chasing rodeo since I was seventeen
      I been bucked and kicked and thrown out
      Every bar in between
      Disqualified for any other life except this road
      But I’m looking for a reason to stay home

      Chorus
      I think my cowboy days is over
      So are these nights
      A little wiser and older
      And I shot out all those lights
      I used to pick them up and tie them down
      But my cowboying is over
      And it’s time I settle down

      She said you’re not the only one
      That’s on a Wild West ride
      I’ve sat up here forever
      Look in to these strangers’ eyes
      Taking propositions from the cowboys
      On the road
      Living day to day and barely hanging on
      I ran away from home when I barely turned fifteen
      When Daddy did his drinkin
      You know I had to split the scene
      And I’ve done my share of gambling
      And I’ve lost my share of bets
      Ten to one I ain’t through runnin yet

      Chorus

      Well I didn’t go there looking for
      The girl of my dreams
      But we found so much in commen
      When we started coming clean
      Now we got a little ranch
      Down in Texas that we found
      It feels good to have our feet
      Down on the ground

  • West Texas

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI

      When I was a young un
      Me and my brother played army
      Down in a fox whole
      You know we gave it our all
      Well they shipped me out
      And he’s back in Texas and farming
      I’m on a sandbag in Bagdad
      And I’m defending the cause

      Chorus:
      Sometime it feels like West Texas
      Something in the wind sends me home
      Just for a second I’m lying in heaven
      Far from this Middle East hell

      I told her I needed four years
      To get it together
      Some military training could
      Help me land a good job
      Oh I hope that she holds out
      And I hope that she gets all my letters
      Cause being without her is the
      Toughest part of it all

      Chorus

      Oh something in the breeze
      Puts me at ease
      And I’m saluting my West Texas home
      When I take my leave
      I’ll take to the breeze
      Like a West Texas eagle I’m gone
      I’m going home

      Chorus

  • Old Soul

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI

      Chorus:
      I’m an old soul
      It’s a little bit worn
      But I like my things
      A little tattered and torn

      I’m an old soul
      A little out of the norm
      About 80 years late
      That’s when I was born

      A little bit vintage
      Call it old school
      Sounds much sweeter with tweed end tubes
      Just the scratches on my old LP’s
      My heart’s retro and my soul’s antique

      Chorus

      A little bit vintage
      Call it old school
      Sounds much sweeter with tweed end tubes
      Just the scratches on my old LP’s
      My heart’s retro and my soul’s antique

      Chorus

      And I’m told
      When old souls
      We’re like your long lost friend
      We’ll make you smile again
      Like that old pair of boots
      That are good and broke in

      Chorus

  • Hallowed Ground

    • Lyrics

      Hank Riddle, Lavaca Music/BMI

      A lot of rodeo riders
      they wind up truck drivers
      That’s what happened to me
      After I busted up my knee

      On my last haul
      I had a sinking spell near the end
      So I slowed down thinking
      That old road was finally gonna win

      That’s when I saw I sign
      That said Senora Texas ten
      You know I drew the same bull
      There every year
      Until he finally done me in

      He was the meanest wildest outlaw
      I’d ever seen
      I still try to ride that son of a gun
      In my dreams

      Chorus:
      We used to go round and round
      We’d turn the whole world upside down
      Flying low over hallowed ground
      Sometimes I wished we’d never come down

      Next thing I knew
      I was out there where the old arena used to be
      Now the only thing left standing
      Was some of the old bleachers
      I swear it’s that same section
      That girl from Sanderson used to sit in
      Hell I can’t even remember what her name was
      But I do remember some moonlit truck rides
      Hank Williams on the radio
      A bottle of tequila on the floorboard
      Wonder what ever became of her

      Chorus

      It’s funny how your mind
      Will play tricks out of the road
      And I snapped to halfway across New Mexico
      Stopped for some coffee
      That old gas was getting low
      She was the one I should’ve never let go

      Chorus

  • Red Lights And Trains

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI

      About the time I get ahead
      Something will stop me in my tracks
      I guess the good Lord didn’t have it
      In his plans for me to relax
      So throw a wrench into my spokes
      I’d check the check and usually broke
      My time will finally come around
      In another life or different town

      Chorus:
      Waiting on red lights and trains
      Hey pulling back on the reigns
      Dealing with the cards life deals
      Hey Lord I’m usually spinning my wheels
      When the light turns green
      Or the train turns red
      I’ll be going full steam ahead of the game
      But now it’s red lights and trains

      About the time I see the light
      At my tunnels end
      They’ll be another lesson in life
      That I’ll be learnin
      A detour along the road
      I’ll keep my nose to the stone
      I keep on pluggin away
      Til I finally have my day

      Chorus

      Or the train turns red
      I’ll be going full steam ahead of the game
      But now it’s red lights and trains

      Waiting on red lights and trains

  • Take Care Of My Tomatoes

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI
      Cletus

      She can let the house go
      It looks like a dust bowl
      You ought to see that mountain of clothes
      It don’t really bother me
      The only thing I ask is please
      Take care of my tomatoes
      While I’m gone

      Cuz they need talking to
      Just like you
      Show em a little love in the morning
      Pick and prune and sing em a tune
      Consider this fair warning
      You can lay around with curlers in your hair
      Your housecoat and slippers just see if I care
      Talk all night long
      To your mamma on the phone
      But take care of my tomatoes
      While I’m gone

      She said you big old dumb dumb
      You know I have a green thumb
      And if you want to get some when you get home
      Don’t make this such a big deal
      Just go and look at our window seal
      And those tomatoes that I took care of
      While you were gone

      I said they needed talking to
      Just like you
      Show em a little love in the morning
      Pick and prune and sing em a tune
      Consider this fair warning
      You can lay around with curlers in your hair
      Your housecoat and slippers just see if I care
      Talk all night long
      To your mamma on the phone
      But take care of my tomatoes
      While I’m gone

      Talk all night long
      To your sweet mamma on the phone
      But take care of my tomatoes
      While I’m gone

  • Date Night

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI

      Clear your calendar tonight
      Put on that evening gown
      We’re going out on the town
      Everything will be all right
      All the kids are safe and sound
      This is our time now

      Remember back when it was just you and me
      We could come and go as we pleased
      We could pretend that it was back then
      Tonight

      Cause it’s date night
      And I can’t wait
      Me and my baby gonna stay out late
      My beautiful bride we’re gonna wine and dine
      And have some grownup time
      Do a little dancing cheek to cheek
      A hell of a way for us to wind up the week
      Holding my baby nice and tight
      On our date night
      On our date night

      Remember back when it was just you and me
      We could come and go as we pleased
      We could pretend that it was back then
      Tonight

      Cause it’s date night
      And I can’t wait
      Me and my baby gonna stay out late
      My beautiful bride we’re gonna wine and dine
      And have some grownup time
      Do a little dancing cheek to cheek
      A hell of a way for us to wind up the week
      Holding my baby nice and tight
      On our date night
      On our date night

  • Rat Killin' Time

    • Lyrics

      Davin James, Davin James Music/BMI

      That artesian well water
      Sure hits the spot
      When the Louisiana summer gets heavy and hot
      They were down at the corncrib
      Making cornmeal and shine
      But for me and McGuffee
      It was rat killin time

      Chorus:
      Get your axe handle
      And your 22 long
      Roust out that dirty rat
      We’re gonna sing him a song

      Well Karla Jean Routen
      Was the home coming queen
      Ol’ Layne McGuffey was the captain of the team
      He said Jimbo Pardue’s been messin with her mind
      Well let’s get down to Jonesville
      Cause it’s rat killin time

      Chorus

      We’re riding around Jonesville
      With some 10 ounce cold beers
      Any of ya’ll seen ol Jimbo around here
      He was up on the levy about an hour ago
      Lets shut down them lights
      And lets ease up real slow

      Chorus

      Then the high sheriff
      come a knocking at our door
      Me and McGuffee laying still on the floor
      I know that you’re in there
      And I know what you done
      Come out with your hands up
      And throw down that gun

      He took our axe handle
      And our 22 long
      They had a rat killin
      And they sang us a song