No Place Left To Leave

Written by Brent Cobb

Early morning six years old
I don’t know where I’m going but I’m ready to go
Mama's on the telephone while daddy cries
Silence playing on the radio
I sat up in my seat, look out the window
Watch the sunrise just to pass the time
I ask what’s wrong with you daddy
And he wipes his eyes

Says I got no place left to leave nothing to believe
I got no place left to go
I’m kind of short on money
And buddy it’s a long long road
Hey hey hey morning sun won’t you tell everyone
I’m sorry that I couldn’t show
I got no place left to leave
No place left to go

Guitar ringing in my ear
I played a show last night and I had too many beers
And I was doing alright until she called
She said I’m tired there’s too much pain
Ever since you left ain’t nothing been the same and I can’t stand for this anymore
I said I’m sorry for you baby and are you sure

Cause I got no place left to leave nothing to believe
I got no place left to go
I’m kind of short on money
And honey it’s a long long road
Hey hey hey morning sun won’t you tell everyone
I’m sorry that I couldn’t show I got no place left to leave
No place left to go

I never thought that doing things my way would ever really hurt anyone
But all I’ve been shown is the highway looks like I’m on the run
And I got no place left to leave nothing to believe
I got no place left to go
I’m kind of short on money
And buddy it’s a long long road
Hey hey hey morning sun won’t you tell everyone
I’m sorry that I couldn’t show
I got no place left to leave
No place left to go
I got no place left to leave
No place left to go

Butterfly

Written by Brent Cobb

A little old man said hey to a butterfly
How do your wings take you away
Well I was sittin’ in a cocoon
Underneath the yellow moon in the winter time
One opened up and I started to fly
The wind came from the east so I flew to the west
Now I really don’t know why
Lord I guess I knew that way best

How does night turn to day
How does sunshine turn to rain
How come things have to change
How don’t matter anyway

So the little bitty butterfly sat and asked the man
How do your songs take you away
I was sitting on a barstool wasn’t feelin’ real cool labeled habitual liar
My wound opened up and I started to write
Words came for the more but I wrote for the less
Now I really don’t know why
Lord I guess I knew that way best

How does night turn to day
How does sunshine turn to rain
How come things have to change
How don’t matter anyway, anyway

How does night turn to day
How does sunshine turn to rain
How come things have to change
How don’t matter anyway

Lavenders and Loving Gestures

Written by Brent Cobb

Said it once, I’ll say it again
You’re better off with him
‘Cause I can never love you the way you deserve
You’d be happier in the end

The more it hurts, the more you cry
Makes it harder to say goodbye

Lavenders and loving gestures
Are just some things right now I can’t give
You think that there’s no one you could ever love again
But I know there is
Yes I know there is

I guess my heart isn’t strong enough to watch yours break
Don’t blame yourself, you’ve done nothing wrong
And you and I were never a mistake

What I’m doin’ is hard of doin’
I swear that I love you

Lavenders and loving gestures
Are just some things right now I can’t give
You think that there’s no one that you could ever love again
But I know there is

So here’s to you and who holds you tonight
Don’t worry I’ll be alright
Just as long as he holds you tight
I swear that I won’t cry

Lavenders and loving gestures
Are just some things right now I can’t give
You think that there’s no one you could ever love again
But I know there is
Yes I know there is

Bar, Guitar, and a Honky-Tonk Crowd

Written by Brent Cobb

Embers floating on a south bound breeze
Somewhere between heaven and tall pine trees
Heartland I’m missing you
Guitar banging through the night
I’m feeling pretty good yeah I’m feeling alright
But good is one for the price of two

Been a long time gone if the truth be told
Since I’ve seen my home
Hey Curtis Lowe come save my soul
With a bar, guitar, and a honky-tonk crowd

Buy me a ticket Lord put me on a train
Don’t matter how I get there, I’d even walk through the rain
Southland I’m missing you
When the sky is high and the moon is low
I’ll find some country tunes playing on the radio
And I know I’m there Lord I’ll know I’m there

Been a long time gone if the truth be told
Since I’ve seen my home
Hey Curtis Lowe come on save my soul
With a bar, guitar, and a honky-tonk crowd

It’s been a long time gone if the truth be told
Since I’ve seen my home
Hey Curtis Lowe come on save my soul
With a bar, guitar, and a honky-tonk crowd
With a bar, guitar, and a honky-tonk crowd
With a bar, guitar, and a honky-tonk crowd

Don’t Want To Leave

Written by Brent Cobb

Down there in my hometown
We all like to ride around
And listen to the sound of a guitar ringing

Just out to have a good time
We would drink hunch punch from a watermelon rind
And I know that I’d be fine
When I’m gone

So I know that it might sound crazy
When I say goodbye and have to leave you baby
But keep in mind
Everything gonna be just fine
I gotta be sure that I’m damn good and ready
To hit the road and head away steady
I’m ready to go but I don’t want to leave

Cheap cigarettes and long lost years
Couple things that you never hear
I won’t cry a single tear
Starting to believe it

Who’s writing these chapter lines
That keep the pages turning in a book titled Life
Tour on without a rhyme
And the guide is blind

I know that it might sound crazy
When I say goodbye and have to leave you baby
But keep in mind
Everything gonna be just fine
I gotta be sure that I’m damn good and ready
To hit the road and head away steady
I’m ready to go but I don’t want to leave
I don’t want to leave

Black Bottle

Written by Brent Cobb

Broken, all along a line between two lives
Branded for what you’re not, not what you are
Feelin’ like you’re down and out, no one’s around
Well I know how you feel

So won’t you pour me into the black bottle
Won’t you pour me right down that drain
Won’t you pour me into the black bottle
Won’t you pour me right down that drain

Shadows from the dark creates the light
Light consume what’s in between
So hold on to who you are and why you’re here
Now hold on to who you are

And won’t you pour me into the black bottle
And won’t you pour me right down that drain
And won’t you pour me into the black bottle
Won’t you pour me, pour me right down that drain

Pour me into the black bottle
And won’t you pour me, pour me right down that drain
And won’t you pour me, pour me into the black bottle
And won’t you pour me, pour me right down that drain

Dirt Road In Georgia

Written by Brent Cobb

Front doors closed and nobody’s home
I got trouble on my mind
Somebody’s been cheating
I’d rather be blind
Don’t bother looking
Naw you shouldn’t, I’ll be alright
But in case here’s some places you could try

I might be fishing with a pole made out of cane
I might be there at the hometown football game
I might be by a fire with a bottle and a six string
But if you know me best you know I’m probably
Down a dirt road in Georgia

As the leaves change colors
There still is another
And my eyes are calling for rain
How am I doing
Well I’d say the same old same
You say you miss me, would like to see me
Where have I been
You can keep on looking
When you get finished with him

I might be fishing with a Coleman and a cane
Or I might be there at the hometown football game
I might be camping just me and the fellas
But if you know me best you know I’m probably
If you know me best you know I’m probably
Down a dirt road in Georgia

If you know me best you know I’m probably
Down a dirt road in Georgia

In Georgia
Take me, Take me home
To Georgia

Black Creek

Written by Brent Cobb

Help me escape from this deserted sea
Lord I think that the devil might be after me
I don’t want to waste my integrity
I’m just a man livin' a one night stand, I tell you what I need

Oh Black Creek, take me to that place
Wash my sins away
Oh Black Creek, take me to that place
Wash my sins away

Just a little taste, that’s all I need
Fruitful harvest in a wicked garden off a forbidden tree
A simple scheme from judging fate
Simple as it may be, it’s more than I can take

Oh Black Creek, take me to that place
Wash my sins away
Oh Black Creek, take me to that place
Wash my sins away

Guitar man, play me a tune
I got one foot tappin’ and nothing to lose I’m lost, I don’t want to be found
The end for me could be comin’ real soon
I’d like a glass of tea mixed with a sassafras root and a breath of higher ground

Oh Black Creek, take me to that place
Wash my sins away
Oh Black Creek, take me to that place
Wash my sins away
Won’t you wash my sins away

Hold Me Closely

Written by Brent Cobb

Hold me closely, hold me softly
Don’t let me fall on my own
Love me gently, don’t love me at all
I’ll get back up on my feet right after I fall

There is a path in this place called my life
Don’t know if I can travel alone
Need someone to take me by my hand
Lead me safely to the Promised Land

Hold me closely, hold me softly
Don’t let me fall on my own
Love me gently, don’t love me at all
I’ll get back up on my feet right after I fall

Now in life's shadows
We appear afraid
But there will be light shining down on us someday
Gracefully we're sighing, we've nothing to hide
We'll meet again on by and by