Music

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 and Jeremy Garrett
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"

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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