Lost Crowd

Chad & Casey Smith

How would you feel if he was back here

He’d probably be crying about the tear drop in his beer

He came and went before his time

What he loved the best put him cross the line

How would it be if we had him back

The man full of hurt and all dressed up in black

Through the ring of fire his lady stood beside him

And all of his bright moments blinded the dim

(Chorus)

Legends go before to long

You never get to hear the end of the song

But on some dirt road, someone’s playing it load  

And One (three) lonesome cowboy looks down on his lost crowd.

Just a good ole boy didn’t do no wrong

but left country music all alone

A king like this doesn’t come around everyday

I’m pretty sure ole hank would have done it this way

And three lonesome cowboys look down on their lost crowd

Thoughts:Seems like all the good ones always go away. We know that they miss us just as much as the fans miss them. Somewhere, someone still plays it loud.

It Ain't Worth Cryin’

Casey Smith

He watched them load his life up piece by piece

He had just climbed off the tractor and was covered in dirt and grease

Was the hardest working man I’ve ever known

But this farming life is such a bumpy road.

(Chorus)

He said I lost the farm that my daddy saved

Back when he was just my age

This time it hit our family twice as hard

I’ve tried everything and I’ve done it all

A grown man with his back to the wall

He looked up toward the sky and said daddy don’t you know I’m trying He hung his head wiped a tear drop from his eye, it ain’t worth crying

It hurt the most when this summer crop wasn’t near as good as the  last

And we lost a few more head this year them we had in the past

And I gave it all I had to fight this losing war

This working all the time, what the hell is it good for

So friend you ask if I’m bitter, that’s what many people say

If you were in my shoes you’d probably feel the same way

If you ever want to see a solid man break down

Take the country from him and move him into town

Thoughts: For all the hard working farmers and ranchers, that no matter how hard they try,it just gets worse. It makes me sick to know that the hardest working families are the ones that suffer the most.

Cowboy State of Mind

Chad & Casey Smith

He walked with a limp and he’s looking older

His hair was gray his eyes were colder                                         

He was a little bit weak but a little bit more mean                       

Back in the 60’s he was the best I’d ever seen                               

I said hey old man, what you doing round here                            

Pull up a chair I’ll buy you a beer                                             

The last I seen you were on TV                                                   

I bought me a cowboy hat and pretended you were me                  

He just smiled, son, you’ve got it all wrong                                  

You may know the chorus, but that ain’t the song…….

(Chorus) 

It ain’t the boots.

It ain't the buckle on your belt

Has nothing to do with what you wear

It's mostly how you felt

It ain’t the ride, it ain’t the call

It's how you picked yourself up after you fall

The world stood still, I saw a tear in his eye

Didn’t know cowboys like him knew how to cry

He took off his hat and passed it to me

Put this old thing on and you’ll see what I mean

I think the world would be a better place in all things you would find  

If everybody treated others with a cowboy state of mind

Thoughts: The song was written for all the people out there that think being a cowboy is about what you wear, when really its a state of mind and a way of life.

Truck Drivin' Song

Chad & Casey Smith

He just left out of OKC with the steering wheel in his left hand

In all my days of living, I’ve never seen a more dedicated man

He’s got twin sticks on the floor

If he needs it he’ll grab one more

Chicken lights shining bright and his name out on the door

(Chorus)

You swear he owned a fleet but I know he’s just one man

Cause he can drive anything faster than you can

He’s not here to get rich no, he’s just having fun

Cause he’s a one man, operating, bovine transportating, truck drivin' son of a gun…

He’s got a 34 O V8 Cat and a cabin were he sleeps

A cobra 29, Echo box, and a roger beep

She may be an old skinny windowed 72’

bet there aint nothing they cant drive through

Just give him a call and he’ll bump the chute for you

Thoughts:Written for all the truck divers out there that work hard at what they do.

Ghost town

Chad & Casey Smith

Thinking back on where I grew up  

It was washed out dirt roads and pickup trucks 

The Same old town in a different way

Everyday repeats itself just like Groundhog Day

Most every thing is dried up and gone

The Chevy garage that Bud called home.

The oldest building in this town 

Wasn’t long ago they tore it down

That’s how it goes in this ghost town

(Chorus)

The auction company its been sold        

And the historical society is getting real old 

The bar on Main Street has ran out of beer 

Even Rand McNally couldn’t find his way out of here.

The dance hall is closed but the band is still pickin

The clock on the bank doesn’t seem to be tickin

The old post office is out of town

You can’t afford to leave or even stay around

That’s how it goes in this Ghost town

Thoughts: This entire song is a spin in words, refelcting many small towns, not just the one we are from but, all of them.

 That Old Radio

 Chad & Casey Smith

Back before the television, the contest, and the shows

We tuned into the grand ole opry many years ago

Everyone gathered round the living room the young and the old

We could see everything just fine over that old radio

You could see the pain down deep inside by the look upon there face They would take you to a special time, a completely different place And you forgot about the music and let the words fill your soul

I could see every thing just fine over that old radio

But time stands still for no one and I am starting to get old

Things don’t sound the way they used to 80 years ago

A feeling I haven’t felt that much since I was a kid

Every thing they had inside of them went it to what they did

But every now and then they take me back to where it all was real

I couldn’t ask for anymore but to feel the way I feel

And they don’t sing straight to my heart like they all did before

It’s a shame I have to listen, cause I don’t hear them anymore

Thoughts: just the way we think we will feel in 60 years. we hope not but country music seems to stray farther and farther away from its roots.