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GHOST 

The FBR 

Tim Hunter & Malarie McConaha 

Produced by: Malarie McConaha, Tim Hunter, Jim Scott, Matt Sepanic 

Mixed by: Jim Scott 

Recorded at: 
Dark Horse Studios - Franklin, TN

Kent Wells Productions - Nashville, TN 

PLYRZ studio - Valencia, CA 

Release Date

January 19th, 2024

BEFORE I DROWN

(Tim Hunter)

 

I feel so alone tonight

I don’t have the strength to fight

Three more shots will put me down

Get my feet up off the ground

Sometimes faith just ain’t enough

The pain is deep and I need my crutch

I know that you are lying near

But even you can’t ease my fears

I’ve been running far too long

My backs been turned and my minds been blown

Now it’s time I face the truth

Cleanse the demons from my youth

Cleanse the demons from my youth

I don’t want to sleep alone tonight

 

But I need that buzz to take me, to the morning light

Help me now I’m falling, as the line goes down

I just hope the sun comes back again

I’m alone, It’s the same You know I can’t sleep

I want to cuss em’ when they try and tell me

sweet dreams I remember lying on the bathroom floor

With my feet against the tub And my hands against the door

Praying they would pass out Then I could come out

Drink up all their liquor And I turn their fucking lights out

But in the end You know I feel I’m gonna drown

Cause Ive always got this anchor

And its dragging me down     

I don’t wanna drown

 

Please don’t let me drown

 

I don’t wanna drown

RAIN ON 

(Tim Hunter)

 

Rain on, preach on

The devil's in the sermon and the church is on fire

Get down, gonna drown

Pour the holy water before the flames get higher

 

Deep in the hollow where I first drew blood

Men back then were made of muscle and mud

Skin and bone, they sent you back home

Your world crashed around you till your dreams all gone

 

Rain on, preach on

Rain on, preach on

Rain on, preach on

The devil's in the sermon and the church is on fire

Get down, gonna drown

Pour the holy water before the flames get higher

 

Man in the pulpit had it all worked out

Every man's working till he screams and shouts

Empty your pockets, pay for all your sins

Work another week and do it over again

 

Rain on, preach on

Rain on, preach on

Rain on, preach on

The devil's in the sermon and the church is on fire

Get down, gonna drown

Pour the holy water before the flames get higher

 

Everything you knew,

Everything you grew,

Fell to the ashes like stones in the river

Tell the folks at home

Everything is gone

Satan's getting anxious and the flames are getting bigger

 

Rain on, preach on

Rain on, preach on

Rain on, preach on

The devil's in the sermon and the church is on fire

Get down, gonna drown

Pour the holy water before the flames get higher

 

Rain on, preach on

Rain on, preach on

Rain on, preach on

EMPTY ROOM

(Tim Hunter/Malarie McConaha)

 

The street is still wet from the rain

that fell when you broke my soul

Your footsteps echo within the walls

of a heart that’s dripping cold

The walk was short, the path intense

but the end came much too soon

 

 

Like a sunrise gaze against the break

or hope that once lit an empty room

 

 

What was that song we sang at first

the hours and days we fell in love?

You had a way of remembering words

but the stories weren’t deep enough

The tea we drank by the river grew cold

with the tears our thoughts exhumed

Like a sunrise gaze against the break

or hope that once lit an empty room

 

I won’t deny all the times that I tried

To turn my back on you

I stumbled in, the ice was too thin

I fought, but I fell through

Now I’m drifting,

I’m drifting,

I’m drifting …

 

I’ll go on walking toward a place

but my steps will fall and rise

With no thought as to where I go

No more hellos nor goodbyes

 

I’m just a ghost without a voice

Encased in a cracked and broken tomb

Like a sunset gaze against the break

or hope that once lit an empty room   

or hope that once lit an empty room

BOTTLE OF BLUES

(Tim Hunter)

 

As long as I can remember I

’ve been out to get myself

Too many bad decisions

can put a man up on a shelf

A woman here, a fast car there

Either way I’m gonna lose!

Baby, sweet baby

Why don’t you pass another bottle of blues

 

Sometimes I read my Bible lord

And bow my head to pray

Hoping that the words from Ole King James

Will make my blues go away.

I do just fine til the water’s wine,

Maybe I’ll have just a few.

Baby, sweet baby,

Why don't you pass another bottle of blues

 

Often I’ve turned to the bottle, Lord,

To drink away my pain

Finding myself in a world of hurt

Thinking I’ll never do it again

But then she calls and says “One more time,”  

How am I gonna refuse?

Oh baby, sweet baby,

Why don’t you pass another bottle of blues

 

But then she calls and says “One more time,”    

How am I gonna refuse?

Oh baby, sweet baby,

Why don't you pass another bottle of blues

Oh baby, sweet baby, 

Why don't you pass another bottle of blues

DEADMAN'S HIGHWAY

(Tim Hunter)

 

Im on Deadman’s Highway
Did you say you’re goin’ my way
Oh Deadman’s Highway

Been driving on it all day

Flyin’ higher than an airplane

Shooting whiskey, blowing cocaine

 

Ive been driving since you left me

Putting all my worries behind me

Aint no two lane where I’d rather be

Windows open burnin’ gasoline

Flyin’ higher than an airplane,

Shooting whiskey, blowing cocaine

They say Deadman’s Highway

Makes your aches and pains go away

Hit the pedal don’t you be afraid

Hells waitin’ down the interstate

Flyin’ higher than an airplane,

Shooting whiskey, blowing cocaine

 


Deadman’s Highway
Deadman’s Highway

Can’t you hear me Ive gone astray

The tolls heavy and Ive gotta pay
If the law don’t kill me, I know the hard livin’ will
If the law don’t kill me, I know the hard livin’

Will..

SET THE ANCHORS FREE

(Tim Hunter/Malarie McConaha)

 

Broken glass on the kitchen floor,

days are gone when we had more

The pain of cuts on our bare souls

Pale compared to these empty holes    

Hearts adrift in the daily grind

Cross like ships on a stormy night

Can we meet like we once met

Find the flame before, we forget

 

Is this the way it has to be

Or can we set the anchors free

A light burns on a distant shore

A rusted hope that, yearns for more

 

A sirens call that breaks the night

A quiet search for a guiding light

A final breath, as the light grows dim

Treading water as we     learn to swim…

Crush… Don’t lie

Hush… don’t … cry

Crush… don’t… die

Hush…. Don’t you.. cry

 

Hearts adrift in the daily grind

Cross like ships on a stormy night

Can we meet like we once met

Find the flame before, we forget     

SKIES OF DONEGAL BLUE

(Tim Hunter)

 

The ship came home last night

It was a god-awful sight

Wounded bow to stern

Broken, beat and burned

 

 

I’m too weak to stand

Please, take my hand

 

Meet me on the pier

We’ll love again my dear

We’ll love again my dear

 

Riley’s dead and gone

His soul left all alone

On a field outside a town

In a world that’s not his own

 

His thoughts return to wind

But he won’t be home again

To meet the ones he knew

‘Neath skies of Donegal Blue

‘Neath skies of Donegal Blue

 

 

A bell tolls on the shore

It rings forever more

Though wind conceals the sound

For some all hope is drowned

 

I’m too weak to stand

Please, take my hand

 

Someday I will meet you

‘Neath skies of Donegal Blue

Someday I will meet you

‘Neath skies of Donegal Blue

INDEPENDENCE DAY

(Tim Hunter)

 

The party was supposed to be tonight

We got the invitation round the fourth of July

We rolled in exactly when we were meant to

But I was there all night without you

I might as well have been all by myself

I might as well have been somewhere else          

You disappear in the crowd        

The voices get so loud

I might as well have been somewhere else

I watch you as you’re sleeping on your side

Lost inside your dream where you hide, all night

I often wonder where your thoughts take you

Why did we fall apart, sometimes I miss you

I might as well have been all by myself

I might as well have been somewhere else          

You disappear in the crowd        

The voices get so loud

I might as well have been somewhere else

 

I might as well have been all by myself

I might as well have been somewhere else          

You disappear in the crowd        

The voices get so loud

I might as well have been somewhere else

Somewhere else

Somewhere else

I might as well have been all by myself

I might as well have been somewhere else          

STILL ON THE RUN

(Tim Hunter)

 

Thinking back and counting all the hurtful things that I said

When we laid back on that hill

My heart was open wide but my tongue betrayed

The story I wanted to tell

You knew what I needed, you knew what I loved

But I couldn’t see it for myself

Now the road beats me down and the sun dries me out

Afraid I don’t have much time left

Well the wheels keep on turning in my head and on the road

As I watch my sad story unfold

I try to find a station, try to find some comfort there

But the words just get tangled in my hair

Living in this small town that’s full of tumble weeds

That remind me of what I’ve become

The sheriff stares me down, and the preacher looks away

Broken hearted and still on the run

Still on the run

Still on the run

On the run

 

I’m gonna fill up my tank to make another round

Get on down the road to find what needs found

The AC’s broken and it’s hot in this old car

But I got the rag top down and I’m aiming for the stars

 

Gonna aim for where you are

Gonna aim for where you are

Where you are

 

In a few days when I drive   across the county line

I’ll call you and make that last turn

I’m hoping you don’t mind if I light another fire

This time I’m ready to burn

Still on the run

Still on the run

On the run

My heart was open wide but my tongue betrayed

The story I wanted to tell

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