My, My

(Written by: Z. Shelton)
 
I got a ways to go, ‘fore I reach that heavenly home
Gotta dirty up my boots, I gotta fill my role
I ain’t gonna stop, Til the good Lord calls me home
My, my, I got a ways to go
 
Daddy once said, “Son, follow that narrow and straight,
Can’t live off bread alone, can’t carry your own weight.
Who’s footprints do you follow? Cause footprints turn to fate.
Hearts and habits are the hardest things to break.
 
I got a ways to go, ‘fore I reach that heavenly home
Gotta dirty up my boots, I gotta fill my role
I ain’t gonna stop, Til the good Lord calls me home
My, my, I got a ways to go
 
I sought out the preacher, said, “Preacher man, what do I do?”
He said, “I was once a young boy, walking round in your boots.
I dug down into scripture, and the scripture made it true.
Boy listen closely to what I’m telling you.”
 
I got a ways to go, ‘fore I reach that heavenly home
Gotta dirty up my boots, I gotta fill my role
I ain’t gonna stop, Til the good Lord calls me home
My, my, I got a ways to go
 
Green mile to the river, family at my side.
Water like the gallows, old man left behind.
Spirit saturated, Dove came down to stay.
Still live out that creed to this very day.
 
We got a ways to go, ‘fore we reach that heavenly home
Gotta dirty up our boots, we gotta fill my role
We ain’t gonna stop, Til the good Lord calls us home
My, my, we got a ways to go
My, my we got a ways to go
 

Loved and Free

(Written by: T. Baker, C. Cunningham, Z. Shelton)
 
Cardboard bed is heard and dreary,
it’s so cold hope the headlines keep me warm
When the skies are bent from clearing,
it’s ok I’ll just keep dancing through the storm
 
oo oo, hey hey
 
Looking for an explanation, to define my situation
Feel it at my fingers, tapping at my feet
You know I can’t contain it, like a whirlwind you can’t tame it
Sure as salt is in the sea, we are loved and free
 
Hey hey, oo oo
 
Seven deadly inspirations,
They will beat you curse and cheat you til you fall
When you’re starving in the desert,
Have a taste, loves the sweetest fruit of all
 
Oo oo, hey hey x2
 
Looking for an explanation, to define my situation
Feel it at my fingers, tapping at my feet
You know I can’t contain it, like a whirlwind you can’t tame it
Sure as salt is in the sea, we are loved and free
 
Hey hey, oo oo
 
Can’t rely on things that are made by man
That are made by hands, that are made to break
Can’t deny I underestimate
The love who is my home
 
Looking for an explanation, to define my situation
Feel it at my fingers, tapping at my feet
You know I can’t contain it, like a whirlwind you can’t tame it
Sure as salt is in the sea, we are loved and free
 
Hey, hey oo oo x3
 

Boots

(Written by: Z. Shelton)
 
I was 18, with a wanderlust heart
Packed up my dreams, and my cheap guitar
Landed in western Rocky Top, to start a life down there
Had a lot more courage and a little less care
 
There I went, to live the life I've got face first full throttle
No I can't, waste this breathe that I have borrowed
Cause there’s so much out there left to do so many places I gotta see
Headed out to where the Lord and these boots will take me
 
I never been one, for living in fear
Can't hit the highway, with your heart in first gear
There will be detours, and there will be flats
But scars are stories to tell when the route brings you back
 
There I went, to live the life I've got face first full throttle
No I can't, waste this breathe that I have borrowed
Cause there’s so much out there left to do so many places I gotta see
Headed out to where the Lord and these boots will take me
 
There I went, to live the life I've got face first full throttle
No I can't, waste this breathe that I have borrowed
Cause there’s so much out there left to do so many places I gotta see
Headed out to where the Lord and these boots will take me
 

Charlie Daniels

(Written by: T. Baker, Z. Shelton)
 
On a ridge up in Jerusalem, Where the hills can leap and roll 
There was a gray beard and a golden fiddle, Familiar boot to scroll
A little simple diddle plays, Staring to the East
Reminiscent of a hickory stump, And the devil that was beat
 
As a crack lights up the sky, Trumpets join the fiddles sound
Busting past the pearly gate, is Jesus in a fiery cloud
A blink led to a bound, And that cowboy hit his knees
He laid that golden fiddle, At the rightful owner's feet
 
Heard him say,
"My name's Charlie Daniels. You saved me from my sins
two thousand some odd years before that devil tried to reign me in.
Here's your golden fiddle the one the devil stole
Now I'll live the rest of my story, As the King would have it told"
 
When the man looked up, the Masters hand held a golden bow
Handed it to the cowboy, and said, "Time for one last show.
Fiddle that golden victory hymn for all mankind to know.
Were in the final battle, son, and it's almost time to go.    (Fiddle Solo)
 
He said
"My name's Charlie Daniels. You saved me from my sins
two thousand some odd years before that devil tried to reign me in.
Here's your golden fiddle the one the devil stole
Now I'll live the rest of my story, As the King would have it told"
 
 
Here stands my redeemer.  Who saved me from my sins
two thousand some odd years before the devil tried to reign me in
Here's your golden fiddle the one the devil stole
Now I'll live the rest of my story, As the King would have it told
 

Jack and Jill

(Written by: Z. Shelton, J. Johnson)
 
It was Jill who was chasing the water
And it was Jack who was chasing Jill
Just ask any other guy, He’ll know the reason why
He had followed her up that hill
 
It’s the same old story with every guy
Whoever gave up his heart, Just to end up losing his mind
We’ve been taking our licks from looks that kill
As far back as Jack and Jill
 
When it comes to breaking head and hearts
I’ve never been the one who’s tumbling down
Girl, as soon as you came along,
You changed the words to the song
And now I’m staring at the sky from the ground
 
It’s the same old story with every guy
Whoever gave up his heart, Just to end up losing his mind
We’ve been taking our licks from looks that kill
As far back as Jack and Jill
 
I know how this’ll end, I know what’s coming my way
But your touch is telling me that I wanna stay
Cause baby, it’s the climb, that comes before the fall
That makes it worth it all
 
Funny, it’s the same old story
 
It’s the same old story with every guy
Whoever gave up his heart, Just to end up losing his mind
We’ve been taking our licks from looks that kill
 
We’ve been taking our licks from looks that kill
As far back as Jack and Jill
 

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