Shine On Rainy Day

Shine on A Rainy Day

Solving Problems
South Of Atlanta
The World
Diggin’ Holes
Country Bound
Travelin' Poor Boy
Shine On Rainy Day
Let The Rain Come Down
Down In The Gully
Black Crow

Solving Problems

Written by Brent Cobb, Scotch Taylor

Sitting on the front porch on a Sunday afternoon
Just me and a buddy who I’ve known for a few years
We figured since the weather’s nice we might as well soak up the sights
Of Nashville with no suits and ties around

Conversation covers everything and in between
From grandpas health to marrying good girls
Oh we ain’t up to nothing just solving all the problems of the world

We joke and laugh at the present and past
How some things do and some don’t last
Like friends you make round here sometimes somehow disappear
Oh, it’s funny to the two of us how folks back home make such a fuss
About the way we’re living day to day
And guitars picking

The conversation covers everything and in between
From modern music to ‘Mama Tried’ by Merle
Oh we ain’t up to nothing just solving all the problems of the world

As they come and go like us wanna-be’s on music row
We’re made to just burn out the way a star is made to glow

We light us one last cigarette
Make plans to do what we ain’t done yet
He wants to buy a Jeep I’d like to make it through next week
If I do and he does too I bet we’ll do it all again
Shoot the bull about what’s new on another Sunday afternoon

Where the conversation covers everything and in between
From life is good to giving it a whirl
Oh we ain’t up to nothing just solving all the problems of the world

South Of Atlanta

Written by Brent Cobb and Adam Wright

There’s a town in South Georgia where the water is clean
Loblollies grow tall, the winters ain’t mean
People who live there are the kind you can trust
They all grew up riding the county school bus

There’s a town in South Georgia so humble and small
If you sneeze driving through it you won’t see it all
Every Sunday at supper they’re bowing their heads
Thankful for snap peas and skillet cornbread

Take me south of Atlanta down I-85
East of Alabama where old glory still flies
You can smell honeysuckle put your nose in the air
Take me south of Atlanta and don’t stop ‘till we’re there

Old Joe’s at the Chevron, take that to the bank
He’ll wipe off your windows; he’ll fill up your tank
There’s a good game of checkers happening somewhere
You ain’t had barbeque till you’ve had it down there

So take me south of Atlanta down I-85
East of Alabama where old glory still flies
You can smell honeysuckle put your nose in the air
Take me south of Atlanta and don’t stop ‘till we’re there

There’s a town in South Georgia where the fishing’s still good
And if you want a fire, you gotta split your own wood
People wave without taking their hand off the wheel
They’re keeping it simple they’re keeping it real

If they give you their word, you can put it in stone
If the whole world goes crazy there’s one place that won’t
And lord when I die let’s make a deal
Lay me down in that town where time stands still

Take me south of Atlanta down I-85
East of Alabama where old glory still flies
You can smell honeysuckle put your nose in the air
Take me south of Atlanta and don’t stop ‘till we’re there

Take me south of Atlanta down I-85
East of Alabama where old Dixie still flies
You can smell honeysuckle put your nose in the air
Take me south of Atlanta and don’t stop ‘till we’re there

The World

Written by Brent Cobb, Phillip White, and Erik Dylan

We’ve come a long, long way
Just look at me and you and all the dues we’ve paid
We started out loose, on those dirt road nights
Now who could’ve saw this come back then in the head lights

Suppose it was a different song
Suppose I would have loved you wrong
No tellin’ who we might be without you and me, but

All I know is we would love, nice and slow all night long
Learnin’ how to hold on tight, I was yours, you were mine
And all was right, with the world

Growin’ up did its best
To come in between
But you’d push and I’d pull, we’d make the ends meet
A couple times we came close to callin’ it quits
Love will put you through hell, but hell never saw a love like this, no

All I know is we would love, nice and slow all night long
Learnin’ how to hold on tight, I was yours, you were mine
And all was right, with the world

All I know is we still love, nice and slow all night long
We know how to hold on tight, I’m still yours, you’re still mine
And all is right
Yeah, all is right
All is right, with the world

Diggin’ Holes

Written by Brent Cobb and Casey Wood

Well I oughta be workin’ in a coalmine
Neck deep in black lung soot
Swingin’ a pick at that mountainside
Halfway to China I think I would
Fit right in where the sun don’t shine
She’s better off alone
Yeah I oughta be workin’ in a coalmine
Lord knows I’m good at diggin’ holes

Well I oughta be drillin’ for that black gold
Swimmin’ in that Texas tea
I could make a killin’ all on my own
Sellin’ my misfortune to her family
‘Cause when I hit rock bottom
The deeper down I go
Yeah I oughta be drillin’ for that black gold
Lord knows I’m good at diggin’ holes

Well I oughta be workin’ for the railroad
Sweat pourin’ off my back
Haulin’ away a heavy load
It’s a far cry from heaven down a cold steel track
And I can’t take her with me
She’s better off without
Yeah I oughta be workin’ for a railroad
Lord knows I’m good at leavin’ town

When it comes to love I ain’t got a clue
What this heart of mine is supposed to do
It tears me up inside what I put her through
Still she won’t let go

Well I oughta make my livin’ in a graveyard
Over my head in dirt
If I had a shovel I’d bury this heart
Six feet down and my last words would be
I never meant to hurt you
I’m better off a ghost
Yeah I outghta make my livin’ in a graveyard
Lord knows I’m good at diggin’ holes
Oh I oughta make my livin’ in a graveyard
Lord knows I’m good at diggin’ holes

Country Bound

Written by Patrick Cobb and Brian Rigney

I know I really don't belong here
Though I sometimes feel at home
I here that quiet music calling
And I can't shake it off my mind

I never felt so alone
Even when I'm in a crowd
So many people all around me
But the feelings not here I'm trying to find

I think I'm going country bound
To the down home roots of a little backwoods town
Where the people all say hi
And the stars fill the sky
I think I'm going country
I'm going country bound

Can't say the city ever beat me
Can't say I ever could have won
But before I let this life defeat me
To the wide open spaces I will run

Some people say that I'm just dreaming
There's no place like this around
But I know there is and that's for certain
And the good lord willin
I'll get back some how

I think I'm going country bound
To the down home roots of a little backwoods town
Where the people all say hi
And the stars fill the sky
I think I'm going country
I’m going country
I think I’m going country
I’m going country bound

Travelin’ Poor Boy

Written by Brent Cobb

Old man moon shinin in my rear view
I’m leavin that Tennessee town
You’re all I have to talk to don’t know where my dog ran off to
But he’s gone and has been for a while now
Where I’m bound well I haven’t figured it out
I’m sure I’ll find my usual wrong way
The cost to leave ain’t cheap but I don’t need no eat or sleep
Even if I did I lost my job so I don’t got much pay
But it’s ok

‘Cause any more would burn a hole in my pocket
Lord I can’t afford to be a poor boy broke
Beside this pair of jeans is already freddy tearin at the seams
The last thing that I need is a pants leg full of smoke
I’m gonna ride until my ride quits ridin
Then I’m gonna walk until my boots walk off
Yessir I’ll be a sight when I get where they’re lookin mean and light
But tonight I’m feelin free and friendly
Barely scrapin change wavin goodbye

Say old man moon I hear that you get blue too
It must be lonesome way up in the sky
The stars seem mighty proud
If I were you I’d hate a cloud
All they ever do is hang around and cry
Guess it ain’t a shame to be rollin like a slow train
Or blowin like only you do
I’ll tell you what, I’ll keep right on track
If you keep shinin bright like that
I bet before we know it this journey will be through
The hard times too

Man any more would burn a hole in my pocket
Lord I can’t afford to be a poor boy broke
Beside this pair of jeans is already freddy tearin at the seams
The last thing that I need is a pants leg full of smoke
I’m gonna ride until my ride quits ridin
Then I’m gonna walk until my boots walk off
Yessir I’ll be a sight when I get where they’re lookin mean and light
But tonight I’m feelin free and friendly
Barely scrapin change wavin goodbye

Wavin goodbye

Written by Brent Cobb and Andrew Combs

I’ve loved strangers, dodged deals and dangers
Searching for my own little piece
From the countryside to the slick city streets
And I’ve missed my hometown been high and low down
Learned every which way of the game
How some things do and some don’t change
And it’s safe to say I’m still crazy over you
Your love gets me through when I’m stuck in life’s crazy glue

And ain’t it funny how a little thunder’ll make a man start to wonder
Should he swim or just go under
And ain’t it funny how you learn to pray when your blue skies turn gray
When there’s nothing left to say
Shine on rainy day

A friend once told me he said boy you sound so lonely
All those cheatin’ leavin’ done-me-wrongs
Have you ever heard of a happy song
Offended, I set down my glass, smiled and let the moment pass
Tab’s on me if you think I’m lying
Laughing ain’t a pleasure ‘til you know about crying

Shine on Rainy day

And ain’t it funny how a little thunder’ll make a man start to wonder
Should he swim or just go under
And ain’t it funny how you learn to pray when your blue skies turn gray
When there’s nothing left to say
Shine on rainy day

Let The Rain Come Down

Written by Brent Cobb, Dustin Gray, Jason Cope

We all need rain Lord the sun sure stings
Somebody string a rattle snake up
Good Lord my whole world run dry the day that wicked old witch said bye

She put a curse on me and one on the river
Now my crops won’t grow no more
I got a hollow heart a pocket full of nothing
My soul won’t rest and my eyes won’t pour
Let the rain come down

I shoulda been long gone cold turkey
Yet I’m sittin’ on the front porch stoned
Lookin back now the past was murky
It ain’t no wonder why my money’s all gone

She put a curse on me and one on the river
Now my crops won’t grow no more
I got a hollow heart a pocket full of nothing
My soul won’t rest and my eyes won’t pour
Let the rain come down
Let the rain come down

Look yonder to the west I can feel it in my bones
Here comes a hard rain just a blacking out the sky
I’d run for shelter if I wasn’t me
Better pay heed to the path, you’ll wind up dry

She put a curse on me and one on the river
Now my crops won’t grow no more
I got a hollow heart a pocket full of nothing
My soul won’t rest and my eyes won’t pour

Let the rain come down
Let the rain come down

Down In The Gully

Written by Brent Cobb and Neil Medley

Well my grand daddy was a good man
No matter what the papers said
He worked till he bled for everything he had
Brought us up to do the same
One afternoon in June
He had us working just like a couple mules
My cousin and me were 20 feet deep and covered in red mud clay

Well we ran pipe from the creek bed through the woods to the old gray shack
It was worth the trouble to work them shovels
For grand daddy’s sourmash stash
The weeds and pecan trees had a secret we all swore to keep
My grand daddy knew what the law would do if they ever come snooping round back

Lord I’m down in the gully
Where the creek is high
Lord I’m down in the gully where only the moon will shine

Without money you can’t buy nothing
And nothing is a damned old shame
When you’re in the hole you’d sell your soul
For running water instead of rain
Well the hills were filled with the smell of cash
Cooking in a copper steel
Everybody knew where to get their brew
And that made our family name

Lord I’m down in the gully
Where the creek is high
Lord I’m down in the gully where only the moon will shine

Well the years and laws passed by
And they couldn’t keep the county dry
One night the sheriff went to lookin for the man who was cookin
That bootleg moonshine
Well he called the press and he brought his best to tear our old shack down
But when they went for the stash, my grand daddy laughed
For the shack was a pump house

Lord I’m down in the gully
Where the creek is high
Lord I’m down in the gully where only the moon shine
It was down in the gully
Where the creek is high
Lord I’m down in the gully where only the moon shine

Black Crow

Written by Brent Cobb and Dean Alexander

Black crow laughing on fence post far as I can tell
There's gotta be something behind me, Lord , cause I feel I’m doing well
I ain’t been staying up late or making folks wait like I done before
For me to get on track make up for what I lack
Black crow I ain’t a joke no more

Cold cold empty home what’s a man to do when he ain’t got no dough
And his doors been kicked in by the damn tax man two days ago
Well he gets a case of the fools, wants to break all the rules so he pulls out his gun
Corner store’s a good aim to make a little change
But it’s a shame to blame some innocent one

Lord, I can feel them spirits pulling me down
A hundred and ten in a pin is a long time when you did no crime
They got the wrong man on that chain
Its a hundred and ten in the shade
Where I stand I'm a guilty man

I guess I see ol crow, it is funny how it goes I do confess
What good is freedom outside these walls if you’re living dead
I’m gonna pay my dues, make up no excuse like I did before
May get right with the Lord, I told the Sheriff so
Black crow, it ain’t a joke no more