drifter.

Little places I was passing through
Kind people who I barely knew
Like a thought I just come and go

I'm a drifter
I don't have a home outside my clothes
I'm a drifter
I don't have a church outside my soul
I'm a drifter
Right at home on the road

A little town down by Omaha
I spent the night in a tiny bar
I met a girl, I forget her name
She told her life like the pouring rain

I'm a drifter
I don't have a home outside my clothes
I'm a drifter
I don't have a church outside my soul
I'm a drifter
Right at home on the road

I spent some time at the Illinois line
Wisconsin skies, they filled my eyes
I had a job thought I'd settle in
My feet got itchy so I left again

I'm a drifter
I don't have a home outside my clothes
I'm a drifter
I don't have a church outside my soul
I'm a drifter
Right at home on the road

I don't know how long I can live this way
I'm too old to be a runaway
I found a place all the highways end
Can't say which goes home again

I'm a drifter
I don't have a home outside my clothes
I'm a drifter
I don't have a church outside my soul
I'm a drifter
Right at home on the road

written by Jamie Kindleyside
© Dream Club (SESAC)

   the king.

I am the king of this land
No one dare question me
All is meant to be
I am the king
Long live me

We go to war, I decide
All my people go to fight
Half my people die
I am the king
Long live me

I am the king, you need me
Someone you can bow before
Tell you how it's gonna be
I am the king
Long live me

written by Jamie Kindleyside
© Dream Club (SESAC)

   i still love you.

Every kiss
Every fight
Every touch
In the night
After all that we've been through
I still love you

Broken dreams
Flying high
Ocean deep
Bone dry
After all that we've been through
I still love you

I thank God for every day of life in love with you
Strong enough and always built to last
Through the dark and through the tears we always made it through
We never did give up on love too fast

Here we are
Forever still
Born to lose
Dressed to kill
After all that we've been through
I still love you

written by Jamie Kindleyside
© Dream Club (SESAC)

   blackjack blues.

He had a gun and a long-sleeve jacket
Had an ace tucked up inside
Dealt the cards with a touch of magic
His hands were quicker than a good dead eye

Heading off to a blackjack boomtown
With a woman as cold as ice
Kept a gun underneath her pillow
She'd give you love, then she'd take your life

Dressed to kill and born to lose
Double dealing with the blackjack blues
A terminal disease
Except you die of greed

Think you're lucky with a good old touch
Think you're lucky when they're piled up high
Think again 'cause there ain't no good luck
You take their money, son you die outside

Dressed to kill and born to lose
Double dealing with the blackjack blues
A terminal disease
Except you die of greed

written by Jamie Kindleyside
© Dream Club (SESAC)

   yard sale ahead.

Charlotte's Web for a quarter
A Tonka truck for a buck
Baseball cards for ten cents apiece
Seems his children have all grown up

There's a box under a table
Full of trade magazines
He's got some rusted tools busted up a bit
He's retired now it seems

The sign said yard sale ahead
Further up on down the road
But the sign never said
A story would unfold
It's a yard sale when life grows pale
Everything is almost free
But they're not bargains
They're memories

There's a book on herbal healing
And "How to Cope when God Takes Life"
A couple wigs, never even worn
Dear God, did cancer take his wife

The sign said yard sale ahead
Further up on down the road
But the sign never said
A story would unfold
It's a yard sale when life grows pale
Everything is almost free
But they're not bargains
They're memories

I bought a hammer though I had one
Bought the Tonka truck for my son
Paid the man shook his hand and it dawned on me
That life's a gift but it's not free

The sign said yard sale ahead
Further up on down the road
But the sign never said
A story would unfold
It's a yard sale when life grows pale
Everything is almost free
But they're not bargains
They're memories

written by Jamie Kindleyside
© Dream Club (SESAC)

   amy.

Sunday morning holding hands in church
That's you and I
The way it's meant to be
I wouldn't change a thing about you Amy

All the teardrops will turn and fade to salt
That's you and I
The way it's meant to be
I wouldn't change a thing about you Amy

Amy
Let's build it up the way we like it
Amy
It's about time for you and me

I paint rainbows and flowers on your toes
That's you and I
The way it's meant to be
I wouldn't change a thing about you Amy

That's you and I
The way it's meant to be
I wouldn't change a thing about you Amy

written by Jamie Kindleyside
© Dream Club (SESAC)

   why don't you get on.

There's a highway
Going my way

Why don't you get on?
Why don't you get on?

I got a motorcycle
The gas tank's full

Why don't you get on?
Why don't you get on?

There is freedom in being poor
But you have to believe it if you want to be free
There's a world outside your door
But you have to leave if you want to be free

I got some good love
Got some kindness

Why don't you get on?
Why don't you get on?

There is freedom in being poor
But you have to believe it if you want to be free
There's a world outside your door
But you have to leave if you want to be free

Why don't you get on?
Why don't you get on?

written by Jamie Kindleyside
© Dream Club (SESAC)