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Debut (CC-1795-7)
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Debut (CC-1795-7)
Produced by Justin Patterson and Chris Hudson
Executive Producer: Randy Patterson
Recorded and Mixed by Chris Hudson at Route 1 Recording (Monticello, MS)
Mastered by Jeffrey Reed at Taproot Audio Design (Oxford, MS)
Manufactured and printed by Discmakers, Pennsauken, NJ, U.S.A.
Elliott Crawford: Drums on tracks 1, 2, 4, 5, 8, 9, and 12
Ted Gainey: Drums on tracks 3, 6, 7, 10, and 11
Tyler Bridge: Bass, Background Vocals
Cary Hudson: Electric Guitar, Harmonica
Ashton Burge: Acoustic Guitar on track 10, Electric Guitar
Chris 'the one lick wonder' Hudson: Electric Guitar on track 3
Stevie Sanford: Steel Guitar
Anna Grace Kimbrough: Fiddle
James Stuart: Mandolin
Dawn Aultman: Background Vocals on track 12
| 1. | Debut | Play | Debut
I can hear that loudspeaker screaming my name
Nobody knows me I'm new to the game I've been riding bucking bulls nearly my whole life I turned eighteen today, I'm turning pro tonight I've got my boots wrapped up and my hat pulled down Never been so nervous just looking at a crowd Lord above I'm on my knees again Please keep me safe and maybe let me win I'm contestant number twenty-two Riding on a bull that will turn you black and blue May be a rookie but I paid my dues You better be glad it's me not you Cause tonight I'm making my debut My hands wrapped up in this riggin' so tight Hoping these spurs help me hold onto my life My blood starts to rush and my head starts to pound I take a deep breath to try and calm down There's nothing between me and my destiny Except a one ton bull they're gonna set free Let's go boys open up that gate So we can buck this bull and ride him for eight I'm contestant number twenty-two Riding on a bull that will turn you black and blue May be a rookie but I paid my dues You better be glad it's me not you Cause tonight I'm making my debut I may not have won but the bull sure had fun We'll meet again before it's all said and done Listen up, I'll only say this once I ain't gonna stop until I'm number one I'm contestant number twenty-two Riding on a bull that will turn you black and blue May be a rookie but I paid my dues You better be glad it's me not you Cause tonight I'm making my debut |
Debut
Credits
Written by Justin Patterson
Cowboy Cool Music, BMI Notes
The idea for "Debut" came to me on the short walk home from church one Sunday morning. I was daydreaming about what the title should be for my first record and the idea popped into my head. I had the chorus and two verses finished before my mom had lunch ready and now, five years later, the record finally got made. |
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| 2. | Lovin' Touch | Play | Lovin' Touch
Like salty peanuts in my bottled coke
Or the punchline of my favorite joke, oh yeah Like the first firefly that I saw this spring Or a yo-yo dancing on the end of a string, oh yeah I like a cool breeze on a summers day Coming to blow all my blues away, oh yeah That's the kind of woman that I need to find Satisfy my soul and free my mind That's the kind of feeling that I need so much Healing hands of a lovin' touch I need a lovin' touch I like a hard rain on a red tin roof It could soothe my brain don't you know it's the truth, oh yeah I got nothing to do but just lay in the hay It ain't nobody's business if I do it all day, oh yeah Just one thing missing from my lazy world A lazy man needs a lazy girl, oh yeah If I ever find me a girl like that I'll kick off my shoes and dance on my hat 'Cause that's the kind of feeling that I need so much Healing hands of a lovin' touch I need a lovin' touch That's the kind of woman that I need to find Satisfy my soul and free my mind That's the kind of feeling that I need so much Healing hands of a lovin' touch If I ever find me a girl like that I'll kick off my shoes and dance on my hat 'Cause that's the kind of feeling that I need so much Healing hands of a lovin' touch I need a lovin' touch |
Lovin' Touch
Credits
Written By Cary Hudson
Cary Hudson, BMI Notes
One of three songs on this record that I didn't write, "Lovin' Touch" is my personal favorite. With a great lyric and a groove a mile deep, I couldn’t help but fall in love with this song. We threw some fiddle and steel guitar on it, and this Cary Hudson classic took on a life all its own. |
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| 3. | Shot Down | Play | Shot Down
I strolled into the barroom
Thinking I was real cool Gonna find me a lady tonight Started talking to some sweet thing Who forgot to wear her wedding ring Ended up getting into a fight When the bouncer threw me Out the back door He said,"don't come around no more" It's just my luck When things are looking up I slip up and lose some ground I guess guys like me Were just born to get shot down I figured since the neon lights Didn't feel much like home tonight I'd just go for a stroll Stumbled only a couple blocks Bumped into a pretty cop Out on her midnight patrol When I asked her To give me a ride She started reading my rights It's just my luck I'd end up in cuffs Sleeping in a cell downtown I guess guys like me Were just born to get shot down Now the moral of the story Is sad but it's true The harder we try boys The more we'll have the blues Cause guys like us are just born to get shot down Yeah, guys like us are just born to get shot down |
Shot Down
Credits
Written by Justin Patterson and Randy Patterson
Cowboy Cool Music, BMI Notes
Dad had the idea for this song a couple of summer’s ago when we staying on St. Simon’s Island off the coast of Brunswick, Georgia. I was listening to a lot of mainstream country music then and I think the influence comes through loud and clear. This one’s for all the guys out there, trying hard to pick up ladies on Friday and Saturday nights, that go home empty handed. |
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| 4. | Memphis To My House | Play | Memphis To My House
The water moves so slowly
From your place to mine I guess that's why I'm so lonely Here by myself all of the time When it's three hundred miles from Memphis to my house The nights are so long down south And there's nothing to do but think about Three hundred miles from Memphis to my house My heart it breaks so slowly When I think of you away from me Things would be better if you had only Stayed right here in Mississippi Now it's three hundred miles from Memphis to my house The nights are so long down south And there's nothing to do but think about Three hundred miles from Memphis to my house If that mighty Mississippi should ever turn back again I'd catch the first outbound boat north from New Orleans And I'd ride that muddy water all the way to Tennessee Get down on one knee and beg you to marry me But it's three hundred miles from Memphis to my house Yeah it's three hundred miles from Memphis to my house |
Memphis To My House
Credits
Written By Justin Patterson
Cowboy Cool Music, BMI Notes
It’s actually 300 miles from Memphis to my house. I know this because I’ve made the long and lonely drive up I-55 one to many times, and I’d do it all over again for this song. I tried to paint a picture of the emotions I’ve felt along the sometimes fertile crescent from Memphis to New Orleans because of a girl who shaped a period of my life, for better or worse. |
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| 5. | Ain't Leavin' Your Love (with Cary Hudson) | Play | Ain't Leavin' Your Love (with Cary Hudson)
Mister gator he's a-slidin' down the bayou
Mister buzzard he's a-glidin' through the air Mister turtle he's a-hittin' the highway I ain't goin' nowhere I ain't leavin' your love, babe I ain't leavin' your love, babe Not for heaven above, babe I ain't leavin' your love, babe The rich man got him an airplane Tried to cruise across the traffic jam The poor man got him a Chevrolet I'm stayin right where I am I ain't leavin' your love, babe I ain't leavin' your love, babe Not for heaven above, babe I ain't leavin' your love, babe Hanibal he was a mountain man Cleopatra danced down the Nile Lucky Lindy made it down to gay Paris I'm stayin' right here awhile I ain't leavin' your love, babe I ain't leavin' your love, babe Not for heaven above, babe I ain't leavin' your love, babe Mister gator be slidin' down the bayou Mister buzzard be glidin' through the air Mister turtle be hittin' that old highway I ain't goin' nowhere I ain't leavin' your love, babe I ain't leavin' your love, babe Not for heaven above, babe I ain't leavin' your love, babe I ain't leavin' your love, babe I ain't leavin' your love, babe Not for heaven above, babe I ain't leavin' your love, babe No, I ain't leavin' your love |
Ain't Leavin' Your Love (with Cary Hudson)
Credits
Written by Townes Van Zandt
Silver Dollar Music Inc c/o Bug Music, ASCAP Notes
I knew from the beginning that I wanted Cary Hudson be a part of this record. After having lent his guitar skills to several of my songs and a few discussions of some of our songwriting heroes we settled on this Townes Van Zandt classic to sing together. Here’s to remembering a man who died too young and the songs he left behind. |
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| 6. | Sure Feels Right | Play | Sure Feels Right
Sweaty palms on the next pew up
My knees were shaking I could barely stand up Then the Lord said, "son I'm talking to you" Through a leap of faith I stepped out in the aisle In a little church just off the Mississippi mile It's just something I knew I had to do It was one of those moments in your life You never look back, never think twice You don't know the reason, don't know why But it sure feels right Trembling hands on that steering wheel I was lying when I said I had no fears But I was smiling when my dad handed me the keys My first car was a pick-up truck Nothing much just a bucket of rust But it was all that I needed to set me free It was one of those moments in your life You never look back, never think twice You don't know the reason, don't know why But it sure feels right Life's like a puzzle I've been working on forever Waiting for the pieces to slowly come together There's only one missing from my perfect world 'Cause every cowboy needs a good cowgirl So with a hopeful heart and a nervous smile I got down on one knee asked her to be my wife My future held on what that tear in her eye might mean It was one of those moments in your life You never look back, never think twice You don't know the reason, don't know why But it sure feels right We've all had moments in our life We never look back, never think twice We don't know the reason, don't know why But it sure feels right It sure feels right, right, right, right, right It feels so right, right, right, right It feels so right here, right now It sure feels right |
Sure Feels Right
Credits
Written by Justin Patterson
Cowboy Cool Music, BMI Notes
This is my dad’s favorite song I’ve written and for obvious reasons I wanted to include it on this record. It runs the gamut of emotions, from where I’ve been to where I’m going and all points in between. We’ve all had moments that affected us so. These are a few of mine. |
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| 7. | Friends Don't Let Friends (Drink Alone) | Play | Friends Don't Let Friends (Drink Alone)
Friends don't let friends drink alone
Friends don't let friends drink alone We've all got our buddies We've all got our pals We all need a helping hand When we don't know how We all need somebody Every now and then Someone we can count on Someone we can call a friend We need a shoulder to cry on Someone we can rely on When the troubles of the world Hit a little close to home There ain't no amount of money That will replace a good drinking buddy Friends don't let friends drink alone Friends don't let friends drink alone We've all got our worries We've all got our cares We all feel all alone When there ain't nobody there When the first thing we want to do Is take a shot of some ninety proof We're gonna need someone who Can pull us through We need a shoulder to cry on Someone we can rely on When the troubles of the world Hit a little close to home There ain't no amount of money That will replace a good drinking buddy Friends don't let friends drink alone Friends don't let friends drink alone I'm not really the drinking kind Unless you count whiskey, beer, and wine When life gives me salt and lime I make margaritas And I'm really not a drinking man Unless it comes in a bottle or a can Included in a paid vacation plan Full of sand and senoritas When I need a shoulder to cry on Someone I can rely on When the troubles of the world Hit a little close to home There ain't no amount of money That will replace my good drinking buddies Friends don't let friends drink alone Friends don't let friends drink alone |
Friends Don't Let Friends (Drink Alone)
Credits
Written by Justin Patterson
Cowboy Cool Music, BMI Notes
One afternoon, while living in Oxford, my roommate barreled through the door and headed straight to the fridge for a cold one well before five o’clock. Ever the devoted friend, another pal made the statement, “friends don’t let friends drink alone”, and proceeded to join in by relieving the refrigerator of another can. I thought that sounded like a country song and had most of it written by the end of their six-pack. |
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| 8. | Crazy Wind | Play | Crazy Wind
I'm leaving Tennessee
With what's left of my hopes and dreams Packed my bags and all my things I'm leaving Tennessee And I don't know where I'm going Can't remember where I've been The good Lord up in Heaven seems to be my only friend When I'm riding, when I'm riding Riding on a crazy wind I'm leaving Tennessee For the last time I do believe Driving down the first road I see I'm leaving Tennessee And I don't know where I'm going Can't remember where I've been The good Lord up in Heaven seems to be my only friend When I'm riding, when I'm riding Riding on a crazy wind Life's a crazy wind, a crazy wind Sweeps me off my feet but brings me back down again Life's a crazy wind, a crazy wind Girl I don't know if I'm ever, ever gonna see you again Life's a crazy wind, a crazy wind Sweeps me off my feet but brings me back down again Life's a crazy wind, a crazy wind Girl I don't know if I'm ever, ever gonna see you again I'm a dreamer and a drifter A picker and a grinner I'm a lover and I'm a sinner I'm a loser and a winner I'm just trying to get to Heaven And I'm taking what I'm given I'm thankful I'm forgiven for my sins Life's a crazy wind, a crazy wind Sweeps me off my feet but brings me back down again Life's a crazy wind, a crazy wind Girl I don't know if I'm ever, ever gonna see you again I'm leaving Tennessee |
Crazy Wind
Credits
Written by Justin Patterson and Randy Patterson
Cowboy Cool Music, BMI Notes
As a songwriter I’ve learned an important lesson; the moments in life you’d rather forget than remember sometimes make the best songs. I wrote this song sitting all alone at Waffle House in Cleveland, Tennessee on the lonely side of a trip to see a girl I thought I’d never want to see again. Every word is true, I lived it, and the funny thing is I still love this song. |
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| 9. | Girls Are Gonna Rule The World | Play | Girls Are Gonna Rule The World
Just when we think we're in control
It goes straight to hell That's the way of a woman son You just can't ever tell She'll change her mind a thousand times From one day to the next Lord knows we'd all be better off To forget about the opposite sex Even though we can't live with them You know we can't live without them So what's a poor boy gonna do When girls are gonna rule the world Girls are gonna rule the world Now boys will be boys and always have the biggest toys But girls always want more, more, more We've got our loud guitars and fixer-up cars They want things they know that we can't afford Fancy things like diamond rings To us it's just a bunch of junk And no matter how much money they spend You know it will never be enough Even though we can't live with them You know we can't live without them So what's a poor boy gonna do When girls are gonna rule the world Girls are gonna rule the world We could blame it on Adam or we could blame it on Eve I could blame it on you or you could blame it on me The trouble with women and men is plain to see Ya'll got the one thing that we all need Even though we can't live with them You know we can't live without them So what's a poor boy gonna do When girls are gonna rule the world Girls are gonna rule the world |
Girls Are Gonna Rule The World
Credits
Written by Justin Patterson and Ashton Burge
Cowboy Cool Music, BMI Notes
Ashton had the first few lines when he asked me to help him finish writing this one and thanks to our materialistic girlfriends it has an unexpected male chauvinistic tone. The funny thing is girls tend to like this song better than guys. Maybe women know they drive us crazy and are just ok with it. |
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| 10. | Ready To Be A Husband, Ready To Be A Wife (featuring Dawn Aultman) | Play | Ready To Be A Husband, Ready To Be A Wife (featuring Dawn Aultman)
I tried and I tried
But I tried in vane To find someone To share my name And when I found you It felt so right Now I'm ready to be a husband Are you ready to be a wife I thought this day would never come Had given up On true love And when I found you It felt so right Are you ready to be a husband Now I'm ready to be a wife Are you ready to be a husband Are you ready to be a wife Hand in hand Side by side I'll love you I'll love you For the rest of my life For the rest of my life I'm ready to be a husband I'm ready to be a wife |
Ready To Be A Husband, Ready To Be A Wife (featuring Dawn Aultman)
Credits
Written by Justin Patterson and Ashton Burge
Cowboy Cool Music, BMI Notes
Ashton started playing this chord progression on a Sunday afternoon and the idea for this song immediately resurfaced in my mind. The lyrics were completed within half an hour and we spent the rest of the day tweaking the melody. If you're not ready to get married just yet, the almost heavenly steel guitar at the end of this song might change your mind. |
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| 11. | The Buckin' Machine | Play | The Buckin' Machine
I walked in and said set ‘em up Clyde
Straight in a row of eight for every second I’m gonna ride Tonight’s the night I’m on the bucking machine He said, slow down kid, not so fast It’s mean and your green, it’ll put you on your &$$ I said Clyde, she was too And she’s the reason why tonight I’m taking my turn on the bucking machine So I climbed on up, spurs in hand Thinking I was tough, I was feeling like a man I said to the boys in the band, play some Chris Ledoux Cause tonight I think I might need Some help getting in the mood Tonight’s the night I’m taking my turn on the bucking machine Round one didn’t go so well It all happened so fast I couldn't even tell How I ended up face down, feeling weak in my knees Round two didn't go much better This is bound to be the worst day I have ever Had to go through, why is she doing this to me Lord above, have mercy on me Tonight's the night I'm taking my turn on the bucking machine Round three, they say that three's a charm I was so beat up and bruised I couldn't do no more harm So I climbed back on to give it one more go And wouldn't you know who just walked through the door She's the reason why tonight I'm taking my turn on the buckin' machine Tonight's the night I'm taking my turn on the bucking machine |
The Buckin' Machine
Credits
Written by Justin Patterson
Cowboy Cool Music, BMI Notes
This song is totally fictional, straight out of my imagination, Rodeo Rock ‘n’ Roll meets 80’s Hair Metal with a Waylon Jennings backbeat. This song couldn’t be farther away from the other material on this record but the guitar solos themselves merit inclusion. |
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| 12. | Mississippi You're On My Mind | Play | Mississippi You're On My Mind
I think I see a wagon rutted road
With the weeds growing tall between the tracks And along one side runs a rusty barbed wire fence And beyond that sits an old tar paper shack Mississippi you're on my mind Mississippi you're on my mind Oh, Mississippi you're on my mind I think I hear a noisy old John Deere In a field specked with dirty cotton lint And below that field runs a little country creek Down there you'll find the cool green leaves of mint Mississippi you're on my mind Mississippi you're on my mind Oh, Mississippi you're on my mind I think I smell the honeysuckle vine It's thick, sweetness liked to make me sick And the dogs my God, they're hungry all the time And the snakes are sleeping where the weeds are thick Mississippi you're on my mind Mississippi you're on my mind Oh, Mississippi you're on my mind I think I feel the angry oven heat Southern sun just blazing in the sky In the dusty weeds a fat grasshopper jumps Want to make it to that creek before I fry Mississippi you're on my mind Mississippi you're on my mind Oh, Mississippi you're on my mind Mississippi you're on my mind Mississippi you're on my mind Oh, Mississippi you're on my mind |
Mississippi You're On My Mind
Credits
Written by Jesse Winchester
Warner Music Corp, ASCAP Notes
I stumbled across this song on a Jerry Jeff Walker hits package dating back to the early 70’s. An incredible tunesmith, Jesse Winchester explains everything a true Mississippian like myself feels when thinking of the experiences of growing up and living a lifetime in the great state of Mississippi. |
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Justin Patterson is first and foremost a serious and dedicated tunesmith, a talent which is apparent with the first listening to his recent release, Debut. These twelve unforgettable songs encompass the sway and swagger of the Bakersfield Sound; the hook, line, and sinker of the Nashville Establishment; the songwriting sensibility of the Texas Troubadour; and the way of the world wisdom of the Wild West Cowboy presented as only a native son reared on Mississippi’s rich musical heritage could. The music found on the new record, released by independent Cowboy Cool Records, was co-produced by Americana mastermind and Black Dog Records head honcho Chris Hudson at his Monticello, MS based Route 1 Recording. Featuring homegrown Mississippi musicians like Cary Hudson and Ted Gainey, both formerly of the legendary alt. country band Blue Mountain, as well as drummer Elliott Crawford of Buffalo Nickel, the record has an undeniable roots rock feel. Yet the addition of string bending guitarist Ashton Burge, amazing bassist Tyler Bridge, pedal steel whiz Stevie Sanford, and fiddling sensation Anna Grace Kimbrough give the recording an unmistakable country sound. All in all it is an interesting array of twangy tones ranging from rodeo rock n’ roll as evidenced by the title track, “Debut,” to the frat boy country sing-a-long “Friends Don’t Let Friends Drink Alone,” and reaching to the mainstream “Memphis To My House,” with a slice of Americana as found on “Lovin’ Touch.” No matter your musical leanings, it is impossible to deny that Debut has a little something sure to suit a unique musical taste no matter the audience.




















