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Light it up and Burn it Down
By Lloyd and Ted Tosoff
That girl was everything to me
But she played lover’s make believe
I thought she walked on sacred ground
Rescued my heart on its way down
Love was sweet like morning dew
‘n time stood still as we fell through
I did my best to make her see
What she wanted me to be
Light it up and burn it down
I packed my bags and I left town
If I stayed I‘d o’ been hell bound
Light it up and burn it down
The truth fell hard like a stone wall
In loaded silence I recall
There in her eyes as plain as day
Love was gone without a trace
She said it all without a word
Confirmed the rumors that I heard
What I didn’t want to know
I learned hard how to let go
I burned that bridge
I paid the toll
Picked up my bags
And hit the road
Didn’t let the heartache come unwound
Just said goodbye see you around
Repeat Chorus
©®LloydTosoff 2015
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Moving on from Memphis
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Movin’ on from Memphis
Standing on the highway shoulder of the northbound lane
With my old friend Martin in my guitar case and 20 dollars to my name
Me and that old six-string we’re trading in our dream
It’s a long ride back to Boulder half broke and out of steam
I’m movin’ on from Memphis
She ain’t been good to me
I played her honky tonks and bars
Till she squandered all my dreams
I gave her everything I had
Now it’s time to set me free (for a change of scene)
I’m moving’ on from Memphis
It’s goodbye to Tennessee
Thunder and lightning the sky is black as coal
I got 15 miles behind me and a thousand more to go
I can see the lights of Memphis still starin’ back at me
Sayin’ turn around southbound get yourself back for another hit of misery
Her neon lights are burnin’ bright to the sound of rhythm and blues
She’ll keep you up all night make you feel alright
You’re gonna pay Miss Memphis her due
©LloydTosoff2014
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3) Beyond the Shadow of a Doubt
I woke up at 40
Looking back down a long and winding road
Squandered half my life
And put a few good dreams on hold
I picked up the pieces of a longing
That lay scattered all about
Searching for an answer that remains
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
I found a good woman
Who loved me more than I could love myself
She kept me standing upright
Through so many times when life had gone to hell
Though I thank my lucky stars
That me and that old road have finally straightened out
I keep searching for the light that still remains
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
I have walked the road between a sinner and a saint
Nearly gave up what I am in exchange for what I ain’t
I almost lost it all till I drove the devil out
And let love lead the way
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
Now all I know for certain is
The road I’ve travelled on is gonna end
And I pray that I still have the time
To do what I can to make amends
Lord take the buried secrets of my fear
And keep my soul safe in your house
And when heaven calls to me I’ll gladly go
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
©LloydTosoff2014
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The Rodeo King
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The Rodeo King
He had balls as big as Texas
Not a thinker by any means
He mixed 90 proof liquor with a couple twisted sisters
From a farm down in Abilene
Daddy found ’em prone back around the woodshed
And chased him through the front yard gate
Nearly got him square with a barrel full o’ buckshot
But daddy couldn’t shoot straight
He was a red blooded, hell raisin’ whiskey drinkin’
Flag wavin’ woman chasin’ son of a gun
Drove a 64 short box bored out Ford
That smoked ’em all in the quarter mile run
A good lookin’ bow legged Bronc ridin’ cowboy
Could o’ been a bull ridin’ king
Should o’ left them twin Texas sisters alone
And kept his business in the rodeo ring
With an out of state plate that just said ‘TROUBLE’
He wasn’t too hard to find
It was rodeo week down around Brownsville
When his fortune turned on a dime
Them little twisted sisters and their big brother Bo
Chased him halfway across the state
Ran him off the road in a big assed Dodge
And drove a push bumper through the tailgate
They hog-tied and shoved him in the backseat
With a sister on either side
The king was in a fix and he knew he had to pick
One o’ them ready-made brides
He just smiled and looked at the one
And then at the other and said
Though I’m in a bind I ain’t the marrying kind
Y’all can kiss my ass instead
Word travelled fast that his better days had passed
But they settled with him in the end
With more than just a kiss cause Daddy didn’t miss
And the king could never ride again
©LloydTosoff2014
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Too Many Bridges
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Too Many Bridges
He burned too many bridges
In his reckless life
Wouldn’t back down from no one
He just lived for the fight
Never felt any sorrow
Or much of anything else
But the chip on his shoulder
And the pain of his hell
Like a renegade outlaw
On the run from his lies
He’ll never give up and he'll never back down
Burning it up till the end comes around
Too many bridges
Too many bridges
Too many bridges
To burn another one down
He still gives ’em the finger
Though there’s no one around
In the face of his anger
Self-right ’n hell bound
He’s a foregone conclusion
A predictable rhyme
A slow dance with delusion
Always one step behind
Like a renegade outlaw
Near the end of his days
He drowns in the grief of his self-made despair
Alone he’ll die angry wishing someone was there
©LloydTosoff2014
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Tin Can Holler
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Tin Can Holler
I got a loaded gun rack in my big-assed truck
A couple missing front teeth from some fightin’ bad luck
My working man daddy thought he taught ‘is boy well
My mamma was church going proper southern belle
They say I’m a handful of trouble when I drink
Big as bear fast as a timber swamp lynx
300 pounds I can take a man down
Put ‘em out stone cold before he hits the ground
Hubert McCoy
Ain’t a good ol’ boy
Just a black sheep
Ain’t no mama’s pride ‘n joy
Not a city slicker
Making barely legal dollars
Just a simple green farmer down in
Tin Can Holler
I’ve never worked a dog damn day in my life
Got a Marlin deer rifle and a combat knife
Some dank weed growin’ tall back in the woods
Keeps me in a little money ‘n feelin’ pretty good
I’ve been disaffected by my family of birth
Cause I grow the best weed on God’s green earth
Wouldn’t hide my redneck with a stiff blue collar
Name o’ Hubert McCoy I live in Tin Can Holler
I’m a person of interest in a capital case
Got a lock tight alibi the heat can never trace
Ain’t no sign of Hubert not a drop o’ DNA
Whoever did the deed put ‘im in a shallow grave
When you’re the business and you plan to stay alive
You learn yourself a secret and a tactic to survive
Keep your mouth shut and your back against the wall
Let ‘em think you’re bullet proof and ten feet tall
©LloydTosoff2014
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Road to Somewhere
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Road To Somewhere
It wasn’t out in California
Where the sun always shines
Or out in West Virginia
South of the Mason Dixon line
You’ve been searching high and low
On this long and winding road
But you haven’t found it yet
A place that you call home
On this road to somewhere
Along a broken white line
You hold your breath
And take a leap of faith
Hoping the future might find
A little comfort out there
To melt away your anger and despair
With a dream and a prayer
On this road to somewhere
People say that you’re a dreamer
Well I guess it must be true
You never know where you’re headed
Where life might lead you to
There’s aching in your restless soul
A part of you remaining undisclosed
Nobody’s ever gonna know
You’re a rock that was born to roll
Someday you’re gonna wake to find
That your life has come and gone
Still you wouldn’t have a last regret
You’d sell your soul for a song
©LloydTosoff2014
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Takin' it Rough
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Takin’ It Rough
It was too late to say I loved her
She said that it wasn't enough
I foolishly thought there was a chance till I stood
All alone on the backside of love
All I can hear is the sound of my footsteps
And her voice as it rings in my head
With a heart full of sorrow I can't get used to
Her empty side of the bed
I'm taking it rough
I'm taking it rough
I should talk to myself
That it's gonna get better
But I'd just be pushing my luck
I'm taking it rough
Somewhere between her heart and mine
I must have missed her last call
I should have listened to the cues she was giving
When the writing was there on the wall
Was it something I did or I didn't do?
I guess that I'll never know
Looking back now I wish I knew how
Late my heart was for the show
I'm learning hard in the end all that matters
Is the love that defines who you are
It's not what you promise it's what you deliver
What I gave didn't go very far
And I’m taking it rough
I’m taking it rough
I'll never live down the last words she told me
As she set down her bags at the door
I'm leaving so please don't try changing my mind
Cause I don't love you anymore
©LloydTosoff2014
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Briefcase and a Gun
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Briefcase and a Gun
Richie was a chip off his daddy’s block
A spoiled little so and so from noble British stock
Harvard educated Magna Cum Laude
Mamma’s little darling made his rich daddy proud
In an east side ghetto where the crime rates are high
You’ll probably take a bullet by the time you’re 25
Jimmy learned a thing or two livin’ on the street
In and out of juvenile with a long rap sheet
Richie’s got a briefcase Jimmy’s got a gun
Doin’ business on the fly ’n makin’ money on the run
It isn’t any secret how they got to #1
Richie’s got a briefcase Jimmy’s got a gun
Richie made it big on his family name
Did a couple murky deals in the mortgage fund game
Had a reputation making dirty money fast
Filled his gold-trimmed briefcase with tear-stained cash
Jimmy was the target of the Brooklyn 99
Headed up the 18th but never did time
Had a social standing as a dude you should avoid
If you crossed little Jimmy you’d be null and void
Richie’s got a briefcase Jimmy’s got a gun
They should get together and show ’em how it’s done
Wouldn’t need a bailout they’d never have to run
Richie’s got a briefcase Jimmy’s got a gun
You could never catch Richie’s hand in the till
Cause Richie was a Mensa with a penchant for the thrill
He could screw you over and you’d never even know
It was an empty Ponzi scheme Richie pilfered all the dough
Concerned about his image and his dark gangster past
Jimmy’s days were numbered if he couldn’t make it last
He moved his action uptown Jimmy tempted fate
Partnered up with Richie now they own the fuckin’ state
Richie’s got a briefcase Jimmy’s got a gun
They had to get together to show ’em how it’s done
They don’t need a bailout they’ll never have to run
Richie’s got a briefcase Jimmy’s got a gun
Richie’s got a briefcase
Jimmy’s got a gun
You’d think they’d do some time for all the damage that they’ve done
But when y’ got a lawyer who can keep the story spun
And a banker in Geneva who can launder all the funds
You can give ’em all the finger while y’ smile at everyone
Richie’s got a briefcase Jimmy’s got a gun
©LloydTosoff2014
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Rose Was Her name
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Rose Was Her Name
I kissed her goodbye for the first and last time
On her cherry lips so divine
Not a word was spoken nor a promise was broken
As I left that rose on the vine
Like two ships in the night in passing delight
There was nothing to judge or to blame
I shared the night with a stranger
I only know Rose was her name
I only know Rose was her name
She touched my heart like a hot burning flame
We could have been more
Than we bargained for
But I only know Rose was her name
A couple bottles of wine sure made us feel fine
We woke in a naked embrace
I looked at her and she looked back at me
With an angelic smile on her face
She didn’t want much but a warm tender touch
Knowing I’d never see her again
When I said goodbye with a tear in her eye
She told me that Rose was her name
As she stood at the door I could not ignore
A look that could stop a man’s heart
When I kissed her goodbye with a tear in her eye
Sorry that we had to part
With a weight of regret I can never forget
That sweet mix of pleasure and pain
The night I nearly fell for a sweet Southern Belle
But I only know Rose was her name
I only know Rose was her name
She touched my soul like a hot burning flame
We could have been more
Than we bargained for
Rose you’re my favorite old flame
I long to hold you ‘n kiss your sweet lips
If I could just see you again
Her mem’ry holds more
Than I bargained for
I only know Rose was her name
©LloydTosoff2014
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Deep Fried Double Wide
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Deep Fried Double Wide
Had a job on a line down in Knoxville till they let the nightshift go
Said it was a temporary layoff but that was five years ago
They gave Bobby Joe his notice then they took away his home
Bobby Joe ended his own life left a wife ’n his boy alone
I’ve known Bobby Joe’s family since I was ten years old
He could get a little wild but everybody knew that Bobby had a heart o’ gold
His mama and papa they didn’t think twice ’bout raisin’ up the boy
When his wife ran off and left behind Bobby’s pride and joy
Deep fried double wide
We like our long necks cold
Don’t want a free ride
Hell a man’s got pride
But we’ve been bought and sold
Deep fried double wide
They fed us down the chute
I didn’t know the devil
Wore a three piece suit
We buried Bobby down by the Sycamore where the Tennessee River bends
He was a church goin’ God fearin’ good ol’ boy so we gave him a proper end
The Pastor came down from Knoxville to give Bobby his last rites
It was a moonless sky nearly black as coal when Bobby met the Lord that night
Peace lovin’ folks around these parts ain’t the kind to make a scene
But that dirty low blow to the workin’ man was a crime that’ll never come clean
You can take your downsize strategy and shove it where the sun don’t shine
We all got caught in a Credit Swap with the roll of a rich man’s dice
Had a job on a line down in Knoxville till they let the nightshift go
Said it was a temporary layoff but that was five years ago
If Bobby looked down on this sub-prime town he’d probably say y’ all got burned
When y’ signed away your future on the strength of a banker’s word
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Sweet Marie
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Sweet Marie
I had a reputation as a womanizing fool
Got my education playing Hooky skipping school
Had my pick of women one that tried to gun me down
Had to dodge a bullet so I jumped aboard that midnight hound
When that bus pulled into to Houston I was merely passing through
An angel’s face made my heart race and skip a beat or two
I looked into her big brown eyes and I fell for that girl head over heels
My ramblin’ days were over my fate was written signed and sealed
Sweet Marie
That woman lit a fire inside of me
Sweet Marie
I finally met my match in sweet Marie
She stopped me stone cold in my tracks
When I found myself in sweet Marie
She was all the lady till the lights went out
Underneath the covers dear Lord shut my mouth
She rolled my eyes back in my skull and made the night turn red
Kept me up all night rockin’ on her big brass bed
I thought I knew my women but I learned a thing or two
When more than you can handle is less than you can do
Don’t overstay your welcome it’s a guaranteed road to ruin
I tried to satisfy her mornin’ night and noon
Then one day it happened and I caught her in the act
I could o’ shot ‘em stone cold dead but I just grinned at him instead
Sweet Marie
That’s when I made my break from sweet Marie
Sweet Marie
She was gonna be the death of me
I thanked the Lord for my deliverance
Forgiveness for my sins
I was grateful for redemption from the fix that I was in….with
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Tennessee Water
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Tennessee Water
We’re good ol’ boys back in the hills
We got pickin’ strings and whiskey stills
We hoot ’n holler as we drink our fill
Every Friday night up on old Church Hill
I run corn whiskey down the Cumberland Gap
With a 45 special sittin’ on my lap
A hundred miles an hour down an old dirt road
With a full moon shining on a hundred proof load
I run moonshine in a big block Ford
I’m a family man and I praise the Lord
I got it made in the shade of a backwoods holler
With an old stone well filled with Tennessee water
Daddy lost his job with the TVA
He had three hungry mouths ’n there were bills to pay
With mama’s pressure cooker and some old copper line
He used an old family recipe to make moonshine
He let me ride along when I turned thirteen
I got a first rate lesson in the bootleg scene
Headlights shinin’ through the dark backwoods
With 400 horses pulling under that hood
He took five pounds o’ cornmeal some granulated sugar
A fuel tank of water it was ready for the cooker
He poured in the malt and the still got hot
He turned corn mash to whiskey
The ABC took us down one day
Ran us off a bridge south of route 2A
Daddy couldn’t swim and he took his last breath
But I made it to the shore with all the strength I had left
I love my mama and my daddy too
They taught me how to live by a simple rule
When a man’s got a wife and a son and a daughter
He’s gotta make a living somehow
He’s gotta do his family proud
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One Shot at a Time Remix
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One Shot at a Time Words and Music by Lloyd Tosoff SOCAN/BMI
Verse 1
By the time he was 29 he had it made
With a song on the charts
It was stone cold and hit bound
‘bout a honky tonk heart
Said he’d never make 40
Livin' hard and carryin' on
We all said boy you better slow down
He was one goodbye from gone
Verse 2
They still play ‘im on the radio
Every now and then
Sang like a homesick angel
Raisin’ hell was heaven sent
We all tried to warn him
But he wouldn’t go dry
He just laughed and poured another
Said no one here gets out alive
Chorus
You can’t blame Jack Daniels
When you drink away your life
There were lights on his name
Fortune and fame
And a beautiful wife
But that old pride of Lynchburg is like a Colt 45
Cause whiskey can kill you
One shot at a time
Verse 3
It was his last date down in Mobile
But he never made the stage
The MC introduced him
But he didn’t hear the page
They found him in the Green Room
On the floor white as a ghost
With his right hand on the bottle
He never made his final show
® ©Lloyd Tosoff
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I Love the Sound of a Train Words and Music by Lloyd Tosoff
Intro
Verse
I love the sound of an old freight train
As her whistle blows sad on the midnight wind
On the wrong of lonesome I hear her calling
I love the sound of a train
Verse
I love the sound of a hundred ton diesel
As a thousand wild horses pull the load down the track
And the call of her thunder as her big wheels keep rollin’
Till she’s gone and she ain’t comin’ back
Chorus
I love the sound of an old freight train
A hundred cars long filled with lumber and grain
When I’m aching for freedom she calls out my name
I love the sound of a train
Break on verse pattern
Verse
My spirit soars high when I hear that Great Northern
Rounding the bend about five miles away
If I was a young man I’d jump a Scharfenberg coupler
Climb up the ladder and ride my life away
Break on Chorus pattern
Verse
I love the sound of an old freight train
As her whistle blows sad on the midnight wind
On the wrong of lonesome I hear her calling
I love the sound of a train
Outro
© Lloyd Tosoff 2017
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I'm a Lucky Man
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I'm driving with my baby, it's a Saturday night,
I'm going to find us a place by the river where we can go walking in the moonlight
Like we used to do, honey me and you
Looking like an angel in my old baseball cap
She melts my heart when she turns her pretty head and looks at me like that
There's a twinkle in her blue eyes
Make's me glad to be alive
It's been 30 years since I married that girl
I'm a lucky man
And I ain't ashamed to say she still rocks my world,
I'm a lucky man
Ain't I a lucky man, yeah I'm a lucky man
Yes I am
There's a warm summer wind blowing soft through the branches of the Georgia pines
With the windows rolled down and the radio up, playing Tulsa Time
Don't it make a perfect rhyme,
I'm so glad I made her mine
How we made it through, heaven only knows
But ther's got to be some rainy days to make love grow
We don't have a million dollar house or a seven figure bank account
But we got something other lovers crave and they can only ever talk about
We got everything we need and it's as good as it can ever be
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I've Got Your Key
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I’ve Got Your Key By LloydTosoff 2015
Verse 1
What I’ve got baby you may never know
I got a whole lot of lovin' burnin' in my soul
I heard you’ve been searchin’ for a man like me
‘n If you want my lovin’ honey
Beg me pretty please
Verse 2
Had a lot of women try to figure me out but they didn't know how
It’s too late sugar if you don’t know by now
You might be the best thing since Adam fell for Eve
But if you want my lovin' my kissing and huggin'
You got to be the real deal
Chorus
If you’ve got my combination baby
I’ve got your key
If you fit my situation
You might get the best of me
I might play hard to get
But I’m easy to please
If you’ve got my combination baby
I’ve got your key.
Verse 3
Daddy said, "Son, you should never make
a promise that you don't intend to keep"
But I've got a big love honey
That will knock you off your feet
Though I've been looking all around
I still ain't found a woman that can satisfy me
One who can be my Queen of Hearts
And lay a little love on me.
Repeat Chorus
Instrumental
Repeat Chorus
Tag
I might play hard to get
But I’m easy to please
If you’ve got my combination
There’ll be no hesitation
Won’t need no reservation
When I pull into your station
Cause honey…
I’ve got your key
©®LloydTosoff 2015
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Lloyd PIlling Tosoff British Columbia
LPT is a singer/songwriter with a unique sound and lyrical style that merges country folk and
rock
His body of writing work includes hundreds of original songs, two self performed music albums, credits for a song on a Juno award winning jazz album, Words, by acclaimed composer and artist Amanda Tosoff, and a top 40 Canadian country hit song form the 80s. "I've Got Your Key". New EP coming soon
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