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Kentucky Bourbon EP

by Rich Evans

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1.
Buffalo 03:14
You’ll see me in the barroom of an old bordello Drinking whiskey sours like someone else that you know Or playing the blues beneath a wasteland light I ain’t, coming home tonight And singing the Internationale Never asked for any more than i could carry Tying to turn from a crud to a king Go anywhere and do anything but Don’t play that rock and roll Don’t head out on the road Outside it’s 17 below Don’t go to Buffalo Yeah aimless drifting and endless waiting It’s only my time that’s slowly wasting Have another chaser have another beer and Get the hell out of here Fast women and slow horses Drinking joints and unreliable sources Cash my cheques and lay my bets Fish for a cigarette but Don’t play that rock and roll Don’t head out on the road Outside it’s 17 below Don’t go to Buffalo ‘Cos there’s so many other places So many other faces So many other ways to be Don’t play that rock and roll Don’t head out on the road Outside it’s 17 below Don’t go to Buffalo Don’t play that rock and roll Don’t head out on the road Outside it’s 17 below Don’t go to Buffalo
2.
She was on her way home had to detour away Just to keep all the wolves at bay Just a couple of hundred feet from the place she called home On the quiet streets of Coeur d’Alene But the wolves they were hungry and the fire trucks rolled by Like they always done before And she never felt the earth shake from the jaw to the quay ‘til she found that note on her door It’s just hard to feel alone It’s just hard to feel alone Her friend Debbie well she moved down to Houston On the wrong end of a ball and chain And she misses her friends and the love they’d lend On the quiet streets of Coeur d’Alene And her husband was a man with the softest hands And a love that he claimed was true But even the softest hands when clenched in fists of anger Will turn the most lilywhite skin blue It’s just hard to feel alone It’s just hard to feel alone Me I’m still rambling Yeah out here gambling And mostly in the fast lane But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss my friends And the quiet streets of Coeur d’Alene But we all got a passion Carry out in a fashion Might not keep the wolves at bay But they hunt me in the lights And then howl in the night While i try hard to make my way It’s just hard to feel alone It’s just hard to feel alone It’s just hard to feel alone It’s just hard to feel alone Something to be said about the place you were raised If it’s a small town like Coeur d’Alene
3.
Snow is piling up outside Way up high on a mountainside Mind gets to wandering through the past Like a rolodex of old photographs I guess she’s somewhere south of Jacksonville Frozen in mind like a movie still Sometimes I dream of Florida But mainly I just dream of her Would she still remember the things we did? Guess she’s got a husband, bet she’s got kids Would she know my face? Forget my name? I should’ve stayed in that place and not got on that plane I guess she’s somewhere out near Lauderdale Looking out as the storm clouds sail Sometimes I dream of Florida But mainly I just dream of her I could try to find out where she went Write a letter, ask her friends I could drive down U.S. 41 Find paradise Then it’s gone Guess she’s somewhere out near Petersburg Singing like a mockingbird Sometimes I dream of Florida But mainly I just dream of her Sometimes I dream of Florida But mainly I just dream of her Sometimes I dream of Florida But mainly I just dream of her
4.
Sitting in the barroom Spin the bottle round Trying to work out if i’m gonna Drink another one down Have mercy mister bartender Closing time he says Just a little taste of something To take off the edge And I’m learning that Kentucky bourbon Ain’t enough to get you off my mind Oh I’m learning that Kentucky bourbon Ain’t enough to get you off my mind You left on a Friday night Headed way out west Note placed on the table Yeah I guess I should’ve guessed Wish you were still here with me Now that times are tough Never knew this is the way it would be Or that I’d miss you so much And I’m learning that Kentucky bourbon Ain’t enough to get you off my mind Oh I’m learning that Kentucky bourbon Ain’t enough to get you off my mind And I’m learning that Kentucky bourbon Ain’t enough to get you off my mind Oh I’m learning that Kentucky bourbon Ain’t enough to get you off my mind And I’m learning that Kentucky bourbon Ain’t enough to get you off my mind Oh I’m learning that Kentucky bourbon Ain’t enough to get you off my mind
5.
Guess it’s me who was always at the side Of faded photos on the walls on all the hallways of your mind Guess it’s me who had the wanderlust Who had to take so long to try convince you I was worthy of your trust Guess it’s me who was trying to flag a ride Who you never saw or did not want to ‘cos the sun was in your eyes Guess it’s me who became a running joke Retelling stories of the past and living fast on dreams and train smoke And I’m kicking through Yeah I’m kicking through the cinders Somewhere out on the edge of your heart And I’m waiting on the train to take me Down home once again so I can Find my way back to the start Guess it’s me who never had nothing to show But hands full of bootleg dollar bills and contacts in the Sangre de Cristos Guess it’s me who always had to know What lay beyond the hills in the magic country where the passing trains go Guess it’s me who can’t take the life no more Of campfires on moonlit nights and rain and wind and thriftstore troubadours Guess it’s me who looks a hundred years old now Who’s trying to find his girl though all he thinks is who’s kissing her now And I’m kicking through Yeah I’m kicking through the cinders Somewhere out on the edge of your heart And I’m waiting on the train to take me Down home once again so I can Find my way back to the start And I’m kicking through Yeah I’m kicking through the cinders Somewhere out on the edge of your heart And I’m waiting on the train to take me Down home once again so I can Find my way back to the start
6.
Reading the letter that you sent in the mail to me And I don’t know what it is that ails me And I’ve got to try to see you again You went away and you left on a Friday And you left me reeling, you knocked me sideways And I always thought that you’re my best friend Was there something that I didn’t do Or something that I didn’t say to you You never gave your reasons Though your mind was set on leaving And I’m still in love with you Yeah, I’m still in love with you And I’m still in love with you Where does that leave me? I’ve got no one to grieve with me I’m taking all my courage from bottles of whiskey I no longer have a heart just a hole in my chest Everybody’s talking and nobody’s listening To the things that I say they just go on assuming That I cheated or mistreated you, so you took a train to the west Was there something that I didn’t do Or something that I didn’t say to you You never gave your reasons Though your mind was set on leaving And I’m still in love with you Yeah, I’m still in love with you And I’m still in love with you

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released June 3, 2019

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Rich Evans London, UK

Veteran Americana/Blues/ Folk singer-songwriter based in London.

Rich was previously in The Mariachis, The Rich Evans Band and Roosevelt Bandwagon.

As a solo artist, he has toured extensively in the USA and Europe and has recorded albums for US labels in Nashville and Chicago.

The 'Riding Blind EP' is the latest release and marks a return to a more rootsy, stripped-down recording style.
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