Music

The Cost of Everything and the Value of Nothing

by Matt Cox

Released 2016
Sower Records
Released 2016
Sower Records
  • 02:45 Lyrics
    The Charcoal Grill Song

    I've been hard to reach lately

    I've been really out of touch 

    I've been missing you mama

    I've been drinking too much

    For the longer the winter time 

    The more I wish that you were here

    And the days seem to get a little shorter

    More and more every year

     

    Well, time is what you make of it

    And routine is the enemy of time

    We do the same thing every day

    While it all goes flying by

    Oh, mama, how it all goes flying by...

     

    I wish that I could hold you

    And tell you just how I feel

    I'd let you know I'm doing pretty good

    I guess this time it's for real

    If we could go for one last picnic 

    Or maybe just have one more meal

    I'd burn us some kosher hot-dogs 

    On top of an old charcoal grill

    But you flew just like an eagle 

    And you fought just like a dog

    With the wings of an angel

    And the heart of a song

     

    Well, time is what you make of it

    And routine is the enemy of time

    We do the same thing every day

    While it all goes flying by

    Oh, mama, how it all goes flying by...

     

    (c) 2016

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 03:21 Lyrics
    Half Empty

    Times are harder than ever before

    You pay 'em one bill and they send you ten more

    If you're a good man

    I guess you understand

     

    I've got these blues , I got 'em so damn bad

    It seems like the luck I've had has all been bad

    If you're a good man

    I guess you understand

     

    I tell ya one thing if troubles was gold

    I'd have more money than my pockets got holes

    If you're a good man

    I guess you understand

     

    I got to the store and I can't afford no bread

    The tanks half empty and I ain't got no cigarettes

    If you're a good man

    I guess you understand

     

    Lord tell me, Lord tell me why

    So many good people have to lay down and die

    If you're a good man

    I guess you understand

     

    (c) 2016

    Matt Cox/ASCAP 

  • 02:57 Lyrics
    Nighttime Drifter

    I'm driftin' and driftin'

    Lordy, I'm fadin' fast (x2)

    I keep drinking my fool-head off

    Trying to forget my past

     

    I'm a nighttime drifter

    I can't stand no day (x2)

    I feel my best around midnight

    In the morning I'm on my way

     

    Tell me, tell me

    You no I can't stand no lie (x2)

    Are you gonna be my sugar babe

    Are you gonna pass me by

     

    I'm driftin' and driftin' 

    Lordy, I'm fadin' fast (x2)

    I keep drinking my fool-head off

    Trying to forget my past

     

  • 03:08 Lyrics
    Drama Queen

    When I first met you

    You were just a baby

    And your mama raised you 

    That first year on her own

    And though it seemed

    The whole town knew her story

    I had never met a woman so alone

     

    My grandpa told me 

    After my last carwreck

    He said, "Son there must be a reason you ain't dead"

    But to tell you the truth 

    Before I met you girl

    I'm not sure I ever believed 

    A word that he said

     

    They say that everything here happens for a reason

    But I don't care if it don't mean a thing

    You'll always be your daddy's little princess

    And you'll always be my little drama queen

     

    They say that it's insane

    How quick you grow up

    And one day we'll wake up and you'll be gone

    And someday you might go

    Looking for some answers 

    Well, I hope that you find 

    We never did you wrong

     

    Sweetheart I'm sure glad I met your mama

    And I don't regret giving her that diamond ring

    You'll always be your daddy's little princess

    And you'll always be my little drama queen

     

    (c) 2016

    Matt Cox/ASCAP 

  • 03:02
    Little Lucy
  • 03:19 Lyrics
    Trouble All over the World

    Trouble all over this world

    Every town, every country

    Every boy, every girl

    I see trouble all over this world

    I'm seeing trouble all over this world

    Every town, every country

    Every boy, every girl

     

    Six white horses following me

    Have come to take me

    Back home to Galilee

    I hear six white horses following me

    They've come to take me

    Back home to Galilee

     

    Please, no mister, don't you bury me

    You can take my ashes

    To the deep blue sea

    Please, no mister, don't you bury me

    You can take my ashes

    Scatter them in a dirty sea

     

    Trouble all over this world

    Every town, every country 

    Every boy, every girl

    I see trouble all over this world

    I'm seeing trouble all ove this world

    Every town, every country 

    Every boy, every girl

     

    (c) 2016

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 02:41 Lyrics
    A Good Woman's Love

    I was a rover 

    By land, or by sea

    Until a good woman's love

    Mad a new man out of me

     

    Life had no meaning

    It was so incomplete

    until a good woman's love

    Put me back on my feet

     

    Instead of roaming

    I go home in the evening

    And she's waiting there

    And I know, no matter what happens

    She'll always care

     

    When the night falls

    And the moon shines above

    I'm a man with a dream 

    And a good woman's love

     

    (c) 2016

    CY Coben/Delmore Music

  • 03:41 Lyrics
    Jumpin' River Blues

    You're sweet like a river

    Hot like a desert sun (x2)

    You said that you loved me 

    Child you're not the only one

     

    Goin' down to the river

    Lord, I'm gonna jump right in (x2)

    When I get down to the river 

    Gonna see if all my troubles can swim

     

    I'm low like the devil

    I'm high like an old oak tree (x2)

    If you try to get closer 

    You'll just get farther from me

     

    Sometimes I wonder

    If the good Lord will save my soul (x2)

    The sky up above me

    Is blacker than a chunk of coal

     

    I love my good gal

    You know I love my whiskey rye (x2)

    Never treat me low-down

    Love me till I'm satisfied 

     

    (c) 2016

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 05:28 Lyrics
    Happy Home

    I hear the thunder rolling across the mountains

    And it chills me to my bones

    The sound takes me back to my dear daddy

    And the words that he said when I first left home

    And the words that he said when I first left home

     

    He said, "Life can get a little rocky sometimes"

    "You may find yourself lost and all alone"

    "But remember this, my son, as long as I'm here

    "You will always have a happy home"

    "You will always have a happy home"

     

    But, I've always had a mind for rambling

    Ever since I was a little kid

    When my head starts to wandering and I want to go traveling

    To all the little places that I haven't been 

    To all the little places that I haven't been

     

    (c) 2016

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 03:41 Lyrics
    Our Great Escape

    Moments are flying

    Like a jet airplane

    I can see them coming

    Then they're gone again

    Town by town and day to day

    We're saving for our great escape

     

    Peaches and honey 

    Don't taste the same

    With a dirty spoon 

    Without a pretty name

    Bullshit and money still got the same ring

    If you shine it like a diamond

    Or flush it down the drain

     

    We gotta go

    We can't stay

    There's gonna be a time

    There'll be a day

    When we gotta go

    I know it's hard to say

    Just saving for our great escape

     

    Some lack the courage

    For to take the blame

    They roll the dice like

    It's a Milton Bradley game

    While the high Sierra's are going up in flames

    And the world we've made is a crying shame

     

    We gotta go

    We can't stay 

    There's gonna be a time

    There'll be a day

    When we gotta go

    I know it's hard to say

    Just saving for our great escape

     

    Our great escape

    Our great escape

    Our great escape

     

    (c) 2016

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

NOTES
Produced by Matt Cox
Recorded live by Jeremy Garrett at Hidden Tracks Studio, Omaha, NE

Matt Cox - vocals, guitar, harmonica, banjo, percussion
Colin Duckworth - guitar, mandolin, pedal steel
Vern Fergesen - accordion, piano
Josh Dunwoody - upright bass

Nishnabotna

by Matt Cox

Released 2014
Sower Records
Released 2014
Sower Records
"Songs like "Country Rose" and "Gainesville Girl" digest a kind of rural-flavored heartache and deliver it to the audience as soulful, unflappable country." -Hear Nebraska
  • 05:02 Lyrics
    Country Rose

    I was born in Hamburg

    Winter 1981

    My Grandpa was a preacher

    I am a son of his son

    I never knew the other side

    They died before I could shoot the gun

     

    Just a young boy, wild and free to chase the wind

    I wish I was back in them ol' woods again

    Where the trees touch the heavens 

    Where the river took me in

     

    Take me home

    Oh, my Country Rose 

    Where I can play

    Where nobody goes

    Lay me down, honey-o

    In a cottonwood grove

    Where I can sleep

    Where nobody knows

     

    I was raised in a small town

    And I'll die in one too

    I ain't ever seen a city that had a sky as blue

    And I want to see the stars a-shining

    From my back porch in town

     

    Take me home

    Oh, my Country Rose

    Where I can play

    Where nobody goes

    Lay me down, honey-o

    In a cottonwood grove

    Where I can sleep

    Where nobody knows

     

    Things are changing so fast

    Wherever I go

    From the sidewalks to the buildings

    From my head to my toes

    Sometimes I wish I never got that itch to roam

     

    Take me home

    Oh, my Country Rose

    Where I can play

    Where nobody goes

    Lay me down, honey-o

    In a cottonwood grove

    Where I can sleep

    Where nobody knows

    Nobody knows

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 04:13 Lyrics
    Gavin's Point Dam

    It was early in the springtime

    When the snow thawed 

    In the high peaks of Montana

    And they rushed to release the water

    That was threatening to tear down

    Gavin's Point Dam

     

    They evacuated the flood plains

    And sandbagged all the highways 

    And prayed they'd hold

    But you can't defend against nature

    And some old levees just can't do 

    As they're told

     

    Now that black muddy river's 

    Rolling South like a runaway freight

    And they say come Hell or high-water

    This old heartland 

    Ain't ever gonna look the same

     

    There ain't no rhyme or reason

    You can't hang a big tag upon the answer

    While young folks of the future 

    Have to work and fight

    For their Social Security

     

    And the forest once full of trees

    And all the mountains, and the birds, and the bees

    They've all got cancer

    And the leaders we depend on

    Turn around and point their fingers

    At you and me

     

    I can't predict the weather

    But Lordy I sure feel a change

    God bless my weary soul

    I'm just a poor boy 

    I can't change a God damn thing

     

    Now it's September

    And that river's turned the farmland into sand

    I always will remember

    The story I saw and the picture 

    The one I recall from 

    Gavin's Point Dam

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 04:42 Lyrics
    Gainesville Girl

    I caught my first glimpse in a Benson bar

    Didn't make since, look how we've come so far

    But every time it seems like we're getting close

    You run and act like you've just seen a ghost

     

    They say less is more baby, more or less

    Well, I'm a simple man

    Honey, I confess

    Like a new born tugging at your breast

    Will steal the heartache right out from your chest

     

    Timber! The sky is falling down

    And the stars are swimming 

    Looks like they're gonna drown

    Well, these kind of tears

    They can flood the whole world

    And they all fall from the heart

    Of a Gainesville girl

     

    They all fall from the heart

    Of a Gainesville girl

     

    Hush now darlin', don't shed a word

    And nevermind what you may have heard

    I want to take a drive and let the tank run dry

    Until there ain't another tear in your eye

     

    Timber! The sky is falling down

    And the stars are swimming 

    Looks like they're gonna drown

    Well, these kind of tears

    They can flood the whole world

    And they all fall from the heart

    Of a Gainesville girl

     

    They all fall from the heart

    Of a Gainesville girl

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 03:23 Lyrics
    Summer Peaches

    Gutters are overflowing 

    Skies are wet with rain

    Fields are muddy, but the crops are happy

    How could anyone complain?

    How could anyone complain?

     

    Kids they're all puddle jumpers

    And the birds get a real fine bath

    Garden's growing quicker than the Mississippi River

    Big river, rising fast

    Big river, rising fast

     

    Oh-wee baby, I love your summer peaches

    Lord, I got a feeling like they're ain't nothing sweeter 

    I don't really mind if the sun don't shine, or

    If the rain keeps pouring on down

     

    It don't matter to me honey

    If there ain't a nickel to my name

    I ain't gonna do work today baby

    I ain't gonna do a darn thing

    I ain't gonna do a darn thing

     

    Oh-wee baby, I love your summer peaches

    Lord, I got a feeling like they're ain't nothing sweeter 

    I don't really mind if the sun don't shine, or

    If the rain keeps pouring on down

     

    Some people like it better

    When it's really hot and dry

    But my baby she don't mind if it's cloudy

    She's the apple of my eye

    She's the apple of my eye

     

    Oh-wee baby, I love your summer peaches

    Lord, I got a feeling like they're ain't nothin' sweeter 

    I don't really mind if the sun don't shine, or

    If the rain keeps pouring on down

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

     

     

  • 01:34 Lyrics
    Nishnabotna

    Instrumental

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 04:37 Lyrics
    Montegomery County Blues

    I know it's been a long time 

    And I've been down on my luck

    And I've been working

    Trying to make a buck 

    But tonight we're together 

    I want to stay out late

    I want to shake it up

     

    Gravel in my blood

    Tornado in my head

    Snake in the cellar

    Mosquito in my bed

    Blue Dog is in the meadow

    And the wild geese

    Are in the shed

     

    Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

    I can see your face a-shining

    As the daylight turns to dusk

    Well, the river is still turning 

    But now the sunset looks like rust

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

     

     

     

  • 03:07 Lyrics
    Two Weeks Notice

    I don't wanna go to work

    I don't wanna scrub no floor

    I don't wanna sweat in no kitchen

    No, not from ten to four

    Don't ya give me no orders

    I ain't cookin' no more

     

    This ol-darn day job

    It's getting mighty old

    Now don't you tell me winter's coming

    I can feel the air getting cold

    It makes me feel like sleeping

    And not doing what I'm told

     

    They say that money won't buy you love

    It won't buy you forgiveness from the powers above

    It's a sad situation

    Some can't find enough

    And some haven't got one penny

    When push comes to shove

     

    I'm pouring out my whiskey

    I'm throwing out my cigs

    I'm tired of this living

    And the whole darn gig

    I don't want no guarantees

    I don't wan to make it big

     

    I want to unpack my suitcase

    And settle in from the ride

    With my little lady and a new place to hide

    It's smaller than your kitchen 

    And it's whole-world wide

     

    I just want you to know 

    I want you to understand

    I got love for you woman 

    As strong as any man's 

    And when we grow old 

    And if the good Lord does allow

    We'll smile and remember 

    How we are now

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 02:57 Lyrics
    Whippoorwill

    Baby's in the kitchen cooking

    Breeze is humming through the blinds

    Sun's coming up, there's a cloud in the sky

    And I got a little something I want to get off my mind

    So many people get lonesome when they hear the whippoorwill's cry

    And sometime I'm so lonesome I just want to fly 

    Well, little whippoorwill you know you're a friend of mine

    Trouble down in the Gulf Coast

    And trouble in the Middle-East 

    Tell me honey, what's it say for you and me?

    All the blood in the sand 

    And oil in the deep blue sea

    I want to walk down by the river and cast my little line

    Where the fish are jumping in the evening light

    And by the time the sun goes down 

    They'll all be mine

    Summertime in Nebraska 

    Don't it make it feel alright?

    Thunderstorms, sweet corn, 

    The fourth of July

    And we make the most -

    Because the winter is always on time

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP 

     

     

  • 05:09 Lyrics
    Last Call Lovers

    There's a tabby sleeping

    On a cut-out box by the door

    In a lonely tavern 

    The band plays their final chord

    "Hey, bartender" 

    "Do you think I could get another pour?"

     

    It's a losing battle 

    You run and hide behind bars

    It's been a long time 

    Still I wonder where you are

    Your love was the sun

    And now it's just a falling star

     

    I've been chuckin' beer bottles, honey

    I've been cursing the moon

    For it's last call for lovers

    Down at the Broken Heart Saloon

    It's last call for lovers, and baby

    It's my last call for you 

     

    Now I toss and turn 

    And I walk this floor

    Staring out the window

    Hoping you'll walk through the door

    Deep in my heart I know 

    That I could have done more

     

    I've been chuckin' beer bottles, honey

    I've been cursing the moon

    For it's last call for lovers

    Down at the Broken Heart Saloon

    It's last call for lovers, and baby

    It's my last call for you 

     

    I remember the good old days

    And darling we've had 'em all

    But now that you're gone 

    I'm wishing I'd have called

    I don't know why I still hang these pictures on the wall

     

    I've been chuckin' beer bottles, honey

    I've been cursing the moon

    For it's last call for lovers

    Down at the Broken Heart Saloon

    It's last call for lovers, and baby

    It's my last call for you 

     

    It's last call for lovers, and baby

    It's my last call for you 

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

     

  • 02:19 Lyrics
    Hard to Find

    Hit heavy on the drum 

    Listen closely to the hum

    Until Heaven, I'm on the run

    Your temptation is like a gun

     

    I've been taking my sweet time

    Ain't ever making up my mind

    True religion is hard to find

    I used to see, but now I'm blind

     

    So, come along and take a ride

    You know I need you by my side

    There's a battle we all must fight 

    From the devil, you cannot hide

     

    Hit heavy on the drum 

    Listen closely to the hum

    Until Heaven, I'm on the run

    Your temptation is like a gun

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 04:58 Lyrics
    Cherokee

    The killed the coyote in the blink of an eye

    Now he don't run, and he don't fly

    They left his bones for the desert to dry

    Still deep in the night you can hear his cry

     

    Singing, who'll set it straight and send the Indians home

    Who will un-pave the roads where the buffalo roamed

    Would you march to see that your true colors were shown

    If you hadn't got no place to call your own

     

    Well, it's hard luck

    It's hard luck Cherokee

    And I'm your native son 

    And so is he

    Just one little lesson 

    For your children to teach

    And it's hard luck

    It's hard luck Cherokee

     

    Would you curse the day and say they did you wrong

    If you couldn't hear the beating of the drum

    Or remember the words to your Daddy's song

    And it's sure as you're born, boy as soon as you're gone

     

    Well, it's hard luck

    It's hard luck Cherokee

    And I'm your native son 

    And so is he

    Just one little lesson 

    For your children to teach

    And it's hard luck

    It's hard luck Cherokee

     

    Have you ever heard the sound of a grown mans cry

    To the sound of a hundred politicians lies

    Their empty promises buried in the sand

    You wonder just how long they'll keep us from our land

     

    And now it's five generations of reservations and chains

    For the sake of progress and the sake of change

    But that coyote he still runs in me

    And that coyote sings it's hard luck Cherokee

     

    Well, it's hard luck

    It's hard luck Cherokee

    And I'm your native son 

    And so is he

    Just one little lesson 

    For your children to teach

    And it's hard luck

    It's hard luck Cherokee

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

     

     

     

NOTES
Produced by Matt Cox
Recorded by Jeremy Garrett at Hidden Tracks Studio, Omaha, NE

Matt Cox - vocals, guitar, harmonica, banjo, drums on "Gavin's" and "Nishnabotna"
Steve Byam - pedal steel, dobro, electric guitar
Vern Fergesen - vocals, bass, organ, piano on "Last Call Lovers"
Colin Duckworth - electric guitar
Walker Gerard - drums
Bret Vovk - piano on "Gainesville Girl"
Justin Kephart - mandolin on "Two Weeks Notice"

Stopping The Pipeline Rocks: A #NoKXL Benefit Album

by Various Artists

Released 2014
Sower Records
Released 2014
Sower Records
Proceeds from the fundraiser and sales of the “Stopping the Pipeline Rocks” album will go to the fight against TransCanada’s Keystone XL pipeline, and support more clean energy projects like the Build Our Energy barn.
NOTES
Produced by Michael Semrad
Recorded at the Build Our Energy Barn, York, NE

Pipeline fighters on this album include:
Brad Hoshaw, Southpaw Bluegrass Band, Gerardo Meza, The Bottle Tops, McCarthy Trenching, Dr. John Walker, The Toasted Ponies, Matt Cox, David Boye, Dirty Talker, Jack Hotel, Jim Pipher, and Michael Semrad

Tracks in the Sound

by Matt Cox

Released 2011
Slo-Fidelity Records
Released 2011
Slo-Fidelity Records
"A shining example of Midwestern alt-country-rock-folk-indie-Americana music that somehow fits all and none of these categories." -Hear Nebraska
  • 04:45 Lyrics
    Let's Take It Home

    I've been out of touch lately 

    This old scene's getting so tired 

    But tonight you're the only one for me, baby

    And honey, if you don't mind

     

    Oh, I'm ready

    Oh, honey I'm ready

    I'm for for you now, baby

    Let's take it on home

     

    We got ice cream in the cooler 

    Hard liquor up on the shelf

    I know I should get some rest 

    But tonight I'm drinking to your health

     

    Oh, I'm ready

    Oh, honey I'm ready

    I'm for for you now, baby

    Let's take it on home

     

    I can see it's getting late now

    I can see you're watching the clock 

    I know when I had too much, baby 

    But sometimes it's hard to stop

     

    Oh, I'm ready

    Oh, honey I'm ready

    I'm for for you now, baby

    Let's take it on home

     

    I can't stay here any longer

    It's getting hard to breathe

    I'm feeling a little uneasy

    Getting weak down in my knees

     

    Oh, I'm ready

    Oh, honey I'm ready

    I'm for for you now, baby

    Let's take it on home

     

    So, put your last dollar in the jukebox 

    And settle up at the bar 

    Sorry, ain't no kind of answer 

    Baby, some day we'll have it all

     

    Oh, I'm ready

    Oh, honey I'm ready

    I'm for for you now, baby

    Let's take it on home

    Take it on home

    Take it on home 

    Take it on home

     

    (c) 2011

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 03:16 Lyrics
    Three Rounds Down

    I woke up early one morning 

    Nowhere to go for to hang around

    I was stuck down in County

    For what the deputies found

    In the truck of my car 

    Lying dead was my Lenore

    And underneath of the passenger seat

    Was my loaded .44

     

    They said, Son,

    Where'd you get the gun?

    Why'd you shoot her?

    Why'd you run?

    For this you know you will surely hang

    And your rambling days are done

    I said, Sir,

    Well, I just heard

    She'd been seen with another guy

    In the bathroom of the bar last night

    They say he was a friend of mine

    But I didn't shoot when I saw her

    I gave her a chance to lie

    I didn't pull that trigger

    Until she looked me in the eyes

     

    And I went

    Round, round, round

    It only took three rounds

    To take her 

    Down, down, down 

    And I shot that woman down

    Round, round, round

    It only took three rounds

    To take her

    Down, down, down 

    And I shot that woman down

     

    But the judge said 

    Now boy, she didn't need to die

    We all deserve a second chance

    She was only twenty-five

    But I know she'll be missed 

    She was the sweetest girl around

    And I couldn't dump her poor body

    That's why I'm back in town

    For I hope you'll have mercy on me 

    I've confessed for all of my sins

    If you kindly look the other way

    You won't see me again

     

    And I went

    Round, round, round

    It only took three rounds

    To take her 

    Down, down, down 

    And I shot that woman down

    Round, round, round

    It only took three rounds

    To take her

    Down, down, down 

    And I shot that woman down

     

    But I can see her when I'm sleeping

    Lord, she won't let me live it down 

    I can still hear her calling out my name 

    From six feet in the ground

     

    (c) 2011

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 06:01 Lyrics
    July Sun

    I heard you bought the farm in Nashville

    Well, I hope you found what you were looking for

    Though I may often still think about you

    I know you just don't need me anymore

    But as sure as the July sun will shine upon us

    As sure as the burdens that we all bare

    It's hard to keep a steady hand rolling

    When you won't let go of the dice

     

    I hope that your new love treats you nice and proper

    I hope he's filthy rich, and tall, and strong

    I'm sure he has plenty more to offer

    Than hand-me-down boots and worn out songs

    But as sure as the July sun will shine upon us

    As sure as the burdens that we all share

    It may be just around the next corner

    But there's always another way of getting there

     

    I must admit, I too found another

    And I'm much better off than I've ever been

    I don't want these words to sound bitter

    For I'm glad that we both found happiness

    As sure as the July sun will shine upon us

    As sure as the burdens that we all bare

    It's hard to keep a good thing going

    And it's just as hard to say goodbye 

     

    (c) 2011

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

     

  • 03:43 Lyrics
    Ungodly Creatures

    I've seen Ungodly Creatures

    Starve and kill their fellow man

    For the color of their skin

    For the religion they believe in 

    But I was raised to fear Jesus

    And respect my government 

    Obey every command

    You'll get sent up

    Straight to heaven

    But if I could have my own opinion

    I'd shout it from the highest mountain

    You can believe what you want to believe in 

    I just don't trust some superstitions

    I don't need to find salvation

    No, I found my own, Lord

    In the valleys and the canyons

    In the fields and the shores

    There's a beauty that's all around us

    You don't really gotta look too hard

    It's in the changing of the weather

    It's in your very own backyard

    Some places can get a little ugly

    But I ain't gonna discriminate

    Because, we should all help one another 

    And make the Earth a better place

    We'll give her a brand new name

    And the attention that she deserves

    And we'll all become one family

    Brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers

     

    (c) 2011 

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 04:04 Lyrics
    Hey, Pretty Mamma

    Hey there pretty mama 

    Tell me what do you know?

    I'm standing here right next to you 

    And I'm feeling so alone

     

    The winter's cold and slick honey

    And summer's thick as thieves

    And sometimes our love is angry 

    And sometimes it weaves

    But there ain't nowhere to hide 

    When all your troubles are inside

    And darling your my girl

    And you know that I'm your guy 

     

    But, if we had the time

    Maggie would you call for me?

    When it's dark as night

    Tell me what do you see?

    Are we running out of chances to go on?

     

    You can wrestle through your memories

    And wrestle through the weeds

    Take your share of chances 

    And do your share of deeds

    But that monkey on your back 

    It ain't cutting you no slack 

    And it's hared to tell your future

    When you don't know where your at

     

    If we had the time

    Maggie would you call for me?

    When it's dark as night

    Tell me what do you see?

    Are we running out of chances to go on?

     

    I can't think of any other place I'd rather be

    I've seen better days and this might be the last I see

    So kick off your shoes honey

    And relax your little feet

    I'll see you in the morning

    It's been a long hard week 

     

    (c) 2100

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

     

  • 06:15 Lyrics
    Down To the Station

    Everything is changing just for the season

    Faded colors and brief are the days

    In the morning I must be leaving 

    And the time we shared will soon fade away

     

    Take me down to the station

    Hurry put me on a train

    This old town has got me feeling low down

    And it looks like we've seen this one before

    If I might not make it home tonight

    Baby please don't you lock that door

     

    I may be gone just for the weekend

    I know I never have the words to say

    But if you can give me just one good reason

    I know somewhere baby I've got a mind to stay

     

    Take me down to the station

    Hurry put me on a train

    This old town has got me feeling low down

    And it looks like we've seen this one before

    If I might not make it home tonight

    Baby please don't you lock that door

     

    There's no simple explanation 

    For why we all do the things we all do

    But there's no need for speculation

    I know your heart is pure and true

     

    Take me down to the station

    Hurry put me on a train

    This old town has got me feeling low down

    And it looks like we've seen this one before

    If I might not make it home tonight

    Baby please don't you lock that door

     

    Don't lock me out

     

    (c) 2011

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

     

     

     

  • 03:30 Lyrics
    Last Kiss With Paulita

    Down in Lincoln County 

    Back in 1883

    They got William Bonney

    For murder in the worst degree

    Some say he was a hero

    Just a vigilante man

    Hotter than a pistol

    Mean as a crocodile

    Until he met sweet Pualita

    Who nearly killed him with her smile

    Before there was a verdict

    He only had one request

     

    Un beso mas de Paulita

    There gonna hang me in the morning

    Un beso mas de Paulita

    The sun's coming fast

     

    Billy spoke to the judge

    He said what's gonna be my fine?

    Fifty long years, or will you take my young life?

    Then the judges gavel fell

    And a chill crawled up his spine

     

    Un beso mas de Paulita

    There gonna hang me in the morning

    Un beso mas de Paulita

    The sun's coming fast

     

    They finally got his number

    And they're gonna make him pay for what he did

    And so goes the legend of Pat Garrett and the Kid

    He'll make a fine example

    A man ain't nothing but a man

    Then on that fateful morning when they go to hang the Kid 

    Billy jumped the shotgun 

    And Billy hit the skids

    Some say he's still riding

    Still looking for that kiss

     

    Un beso mas de Paulita

    There gonna hang me in the morning

    Un beso mas de Paulita

    The sun's coming fast

     

    Un beso mas de Paulita

    Un beso mas de Paulita

    Give me one last kiss from Paulita

    Lord, the sun's coming up fast

     

    (c) 2011

    Matt Cox/ASCAP 

     

     

  • 06:01 Lyrics
    Waiting On the Rain

    I've travelled most of this country

    Through cities and towns

    And everywhere I've found

    People putting other people down 

     

    When I packed up my guitar

    And headed south down for Austin

    I didn't know just where I was going

    Or how long I'd be gone

     

    But something hit me that day

    I knew I was right where I belonged

    When I heard that radio playing

    One of your favorite songs

     

    It takes a certain kind of lover

    It takes a certain kind of friend

    To always be there for each other

    To have a helping hand to lend

     

    They're gonna keep on changing

    The rules of the game

    And I'm tired of just sitting here

    Waiting on the rain

     

    I kept mostly to myself

    And studied my trade

    I tried to make some sense of 

    The bad choices I've made

     

    From street corners to the big show

    They try to take it all away

    But don't pretend to be what you ain't

    And understand what I say

     

    They're gonna keep on changing

    The rules of the game

    Now I'm just sitting here singing

    Waiting on the rain

     

    If you take to drinking

    You better steady your aim

    Be careful of what you do

    And don't shit on your name

     

    If you're feeling like leaving

    Go on and walk out the door

    Just remember if you slip

    And you come back for more

     

    That a whole lot of lovin'

    Is just a big waste of time

    If I can't be in your dreams

    And you can't live with mine

     

    They're gonna keep on changing

    The rules of the game

    But I'll just keep on singing

    Waiting on the rain

     

    Yeah, I'll just be here singing

    Waiting on the rain

     

    (c) 2011

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 04:33 Lyrics
    Riches To Rags

    Well, I've heard a million reasons, and most of them are true

    That this hand that I'm gambling ain't gonna do

     

    While you were taking your slow drag

    You went from riches to rags

    And you let yourself go

    Let it get a hold on you

     

    I don't understand baby

    Why everything you do 

    Feels so good 

    And so cruel

     

    You always take the high road

    And look down with a frown 

    You wish you were more involved 

    But you can't get your feet on the ground

     

    Well, everything changes

    No, nothing stays the same

    It's everyday reconstruction 

    For everyone you've blamed 

     

    I don't understand baby

    Why everything you do 

    Feels so good 

    And so cruel

     

    Well, I've heard a million reasons, and most of them are true

    That this hand that I'm gambling ain't gonna do

     

    (c) 2011

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

     

NOTES
Produced by Matt Cox
Recorded by Charlie Johnson at Fuse Recording Studio, Lincoln, NE

Matt Cox - vocals, guitar, harmonica
Ben Zinn - electric guitar, pedal steel
Seth Ondracek - bass
Nick Semrad - keys
Andrew Tyler - drums

Christmas For Pine Ridge, Vol. III - Live @ The Waiting Room

by Various Artists

Released 2010
Toy Drive For Pine Ridge
Released 2010
Toy Drive For Pine Ridge
Proceeds from this album go to Toy Drive For Pine Ridge, a non-profit organization that collects and delivers toys to children on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota, and raises donations for heating, clothing, food, and educational resources.
NOTES
Produced by Jim Homan and Larry Dunn
Recorded live at The Waiting Room Lounge, Omaha, NE - September 19th, 2010

Featuring:
Matt Cox, Cass 50 & The Family Gram, Brad Thomson, Brad Hoshaw, Filter Kings, All Young Girls Are Machine Guns, Mariachi San Juan, Noah's Ark Was A Spaceship, Platte River Rain, Dustin Clayton, Kyle Harvey, Josh Dunwoody, Vago, Korey, Anderson, Son of 76 & The Hundred Miles

My Last Dollar

by Matt Cox

Released 2009
Down Home Records
Released 2009
Down Home Records
"A sprawling, sonic landscape that embraces tradition and a simpler life." -The Reader
NOTES
Produced by Matt Cox
Recorded by Kirk Webb at Prairie Wind Studios, Griswold, IA

Matt Cox- vocals, guitar, harmonica, banjo, drums
Kat Smith - vocals
Josh Krohn - fiddle
Kirk "Skinny" Webb - mandolin
Seth Ondracek - bass
Ben Zinn - electric guitar, dojo
Nick Semrad - piano
Matt Arbeiter - drums

Folker's Travels

by Matt Cox

Released 2007
Uncle Larry
Released 2007
Uncle Larry
"Cox plays with an earnest pace, with songs that feel so far away from city lights that I am lead to question my own urban existence." -Denver Syntax
NOTES
Produced by Matt Cox
Recorded by Kirk Webb at Prairie Wind Studios, Griswold, IA

Matt Cox - vocals, guitars, harmonica, banjo, ukulele, bass, drums
Kirk "Skinny" Webb - mandolin, hand claps
Josh Krohn - fiddle
Beth Radlow - vocals

Stick Your Neck Out - EP

by Matt Cox

Released 2006
Thin Grizzly
Released 2006
Thin Grizzly
"If you’ve ever felt betrayed by the gloss on the radio or the shine on music videos, Cox offers a bit of good ‘ole honest-to-goodness, hollering music for the new generation." -Honest Tune Productions
NOTES
Produced by Matt Cox
Recorded live by Pat Timmermeir at Mick's Music & Bar, Omaha, NE, and by Kirk Webb at Prairie Wind Studios, Griswold, IA

Matt Cox - vocals, guitar, harmonica

Matt Cox

Six-time Omaha Entertainment and Arts Award winner for Best Country/Americana and Best Blues. The caliber of artist that singer/songwriter Matt Cox has become in the studio and on stage is being widely recognized by a steady growing fanbase. Cox continues to perform across the country as a solo artist, and with an ever-changing lineup of the area’s top talent.

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