New Dog, Old Tricks (2008)

by Susan Gibson

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1.
Start Over 03:06
Start Over Crashing through the wall After a long hard fall The smoke from my demise Won’t cloud my blue skies Start Over Start out in Westlico On an Indian dirtbike All the way to Mexico By way of Massachusetts Turnpike Start Over I Start …before it’s over I fell in love Outside of Denver like a Boulder When the bottom dropped out I got an angel on my shoulder Now I fell outta love In a black Cadillac I did a stunt man roll With the devil on my back Start Over I start….& then It’s over You gotta stop for gasoline Keep your face and windshield clean I’m a little short on cash Plastic jesus in my dash Start Over I start …until it’s over
2.
Baby Teeth 04:12
Baby Teeth You’re such a silly girl, & such a wise old woman You think you can fix this world with rubber bands and bubblegum You’re going to see it all in your high top tennis shoes Days when you’re in the pink & day’s in your skinned up blues Sometimes it hurts to grow, sometimes it’s such a relief When you gotta give up what you got to get what you need………those are just your babyteeth You’ve got some big blue eyes & they don’t miss a thing You’re known for you smart mouth and a smile like butterfly wings You gotta way with words, you got your song & dance You could wear your party dress, you could wear your camouflage pants You’ve got a heart of Gold. It shines just like a sunny day. Save a little bit for yourself, don’t give it all away. Sometimes it hurts to grow; sometimes it’s such a relief When you gotta give up what you got to get what you need………those are just your baby teeth You’re the queen of all you see, you rule on high from a beanbag chair. No flower on the wall, you got the dirt and the flowers right in your hair. Sometimes it hurts to grow; sometimes it’s such a relief When you gotta give up what you got to get what you need. Sometimes you gotta wiggle it loose, sometimes it gets knocked clean out Making room for a brand new tooth in that little bitty hole in your mouth Those are just your baby teeth Your baby teeth Your baby teeth
3.
Cloud 9 04:08
Cloud 9 I’m not too sure about falling in love But I might have stumbled onto something Maybe I just needed a little shove & the promise of a softer landing it’s my battle cry, “I need more space” & I felt you closing in there’s room to spare in your embrace & shelter from the bitter wind not long ago I could take it or leave it a lifelong love, I couldn’t conceive it but I’m not gonna give you up, not for one minute if I’m going to be in love, I want you in it & I’m not keeping track of time, making tracks for the county line I know I’m falling, I prefer to call it cloud 9 I’ve tried real hard to keep my balance I swore I’d be the last to go down There’s been close calls & still I’ve managed To catch myself before I hit the ground No safety nets, no helmets no protection Nothing to come between me and your affection but I’m not gonna give you up, not for one minute if I’m going to be in love, I want you in it & I’m not keeping track of time, making tracks for the county line I know I’m falling, I prefer to call it cloud 9 Feelin’ like I finally set my burdens down My hands are free to keep me circling about the ground No heavy hearts, we float along just like a feather Or take my hand, at least we can go down together but I’m not gonna give you up, not for one minute if I’m going to be in love, I want you in it & I’m not keeping track of time, making tracks for the county line I know I’m falling, I prefer to call it cloud 9
4.
2 Hometowns 03:48
Two Hometowns Gas up the pickup This ain’t no stickup If anyone asks I’ll be heading up north If they try to find me I’ll see them behind me & lose them when I change my course Follow the road sign To the right of the yellow line My town looks good in my rearview mirror Follow directions to my destination I gotta get outta here Never get anywhere running from something & nothing is something I spose Never get anywhere running away from the ghost 3 hours into nowhere wind dancing in my hair keeps my mind occupied Close calls with road kill 18 wheels on steep hills the 2 lane ain’t no place to hide I don’t need no road map I’ll find my own way back I know the landmarks by heart I’ll just keep driving The road keeps on winding Between my two hometowns so far apart Back & Forth I’m going home Never get anywhere running from something & nothing is something I spose Never get anywhere running away from the ghost
5.
My Best Feature (Susan Gibson, McKenna Thomason, Pie-eyed Groobee Music, BMI, Bug Music) I’ve got pretty blue eyes or so that’s what they tell me I don’t even need all that shit they try to sell me on the TV My legs are long enough they can keep me on the ground My feet are kinda big but they keep me walking round My arms are strong enough, they can carry heavy things My voice is stronger, I can lift your weight when I sing Sometimes I use my head, sometimes I’m halfway smart Take a look at this big old butt, you know I got a big old heart My best feature My best feature is My best feature You know I can’t cook clean or sew. I can’t treat you like a woman could But I can make a pair of cutoff shorts or make your ramen noodles taste so good I’d go the extra mile for you, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you smile We’d make the best of it, laughing all the while. My best feature My best feature is My best feature My best feature’s all the things I am My best feature’s all the things I’m not Don’t wait around for me to give it up My best feature is what you’ve already got My best feature My best feature is My best feature
6.
Miles City 06:05
Miles City I’m on my way to miles city To see my youngest son He got into some trouble there Now there’s not much that can be done I’m not sure when I’ll get the chance To see him one more time But we’ll do this time together, baby & meet somewhere down the line That boy could throw a rock & he’d hit trouble in the head Nothing ever comes from nothing One day out of 365 To see him once a year & think I’ve known him all his life If I could do it all again I’d change some things I’m sure Take the time to keep my baby clean To keep my baby pure We moved out of the city To a cleaner neighborhood You can take the boy out of the gang But the gang in him still stood I’m not sure why he thinks he has to fight Or what he’s fighting for But there’s nothing inside this young mother that can unlock those iron steel bar doors One day out of 365 To see him once a year & think I’ve known him all his life If I could do it all again I’d change some things I’m sure Take the time to keep my baby clean To keep my baby pure He’s not allowed to leave this place I must go inside his hell Now I work my life to give him a warm safe bed & he’s living in this 8x10 foot cell that’s not enough room to set his spirit free even though they got their claims on his body I guess this is not for this young mother to see One day out of 365 To see him once a year & think I’ve known him all his life If I could do it all again I’d change some things I’m sure Take the time to keep my baby clean, To keep my baby pure
7.
Last of His Kind (Susan Gibson, Pie-Eyed Groobee Music, BMI, Bug Music) He’s a young man at 56 He’s learned to sing I say you can teach an old dog new tricks Cuz youth is lingering His hands are strong but have a feather touch He’s got work under his nails He can hold a babe in his embrace & throws the switch on the rails he’s one of a kind standing out in a crowd a man of his mind and a breed of the proud now he’s the last of his kind the last of his name He’s got lines etched around his eyes They are roads his feet have not touched Paths of tears in sadness and joy He’s my only, my only, my only he’s one of a kind standing out in a crowd a man of his mind and a breed of the proud now he’s the last of his kind the last of his name He goes to find his family Their name is etched in stone Coming to rest in a single place But he is not alone he’s one of a kind standing out in a crowd a man of his mind and a breed of the proud now he’s the last of his kind the last of his name
8.
Gatesville 04:28
Gatesville (Susan Gibson, Pie-Eyed Groobee Music, BMI, Bug Music) Gatesville, sleepy town 3 beauty shops and a burial ground we all want to look our best when they put us down In Gatesville Gatesville, 11 miles Maybe we could rest for just a little while But I’m not sure that we could make it out alive In Gatesville I’m sure she must have made plenty of plans She had the right idea she met the wrong man With every new candle she made the same old wish But she traded it in for a satellite dish In Gatesville Gatesville, nice enough folks When I stop for coffee and a pack of smokes They may not like us but they laugh at our jokes In Gatesville 2 husbands later & working on her third she begs you not to listen to the stories you’ve heard she goes to work before the sun & gets home after dark but at least she got a corner lot in the nicest trailer park in Gatesville Gatesville, scenic route I guess these fences aren’t to keep us out Cuz passing through is what it’s all about In Gatesville
9.
The last Word I’m losing sleep. You’re sleeping soundly My sorrow stays afloat while yours is drowning I’m real pissed off but you don’t know it Cuz I’m too soft to even show it There there, don’t you cry Comforting the jerk who seemed to be a nice guy Put my arms around you tell you that’s ok At least until the whiskey carries you away You’re on the couch, I’m in the bed Making up a list of the things I wished that I had said I should be making up with you instead But the whiskey seem to get you just before I did There there, that’s alright But I think you oughtta know that you’re in for a fight I smooth the wrinkles try to soothe your brain At least until the whiskey carries you away again Go ahead and begin Go ahead and dig in Or you’ll pass out before I get the last word in It’s 5 am, I’m still awake I come marching in, impersonating an earthquake I’m a hurricane, baby, better look me in the eye You could weather this storm or you could run & hide Bottoms up so you can drink it down Grab onto that cork so maybe you won’t drown Your ship in a bottle has finally come in At least until the whiskey carries you away again
10.
What did I ever worry about before I met you? I keep thinking that you’re still here Kinda like a cross between a hope and a fear Kinda like an ache that I’ve gotten used to What’d I ever worry bout before I met you? You’re a permanent resident on my mind That’s why I’m having trouble finding A little headroom to think things through Ooooooo Baby can’t you see the trouble we’re in Feels like a needle getting under my skin All alone together wondering what to do What did I ever worry about before I met you? Worry is such a hard habit to break Nothing like the ice where we like to skate One of these days we’re going to both fall through You’re the darkest pool I ever jumped into Baby can’t you see the trouble we’re in Not like a drug like a vitamin A little everyday won’t make you immune What did I ever worry about before I met you? I like the way it feels when you’re close to me But that’s not love, it’s geography There’s nothing in this world that we can’t do If I worry ‘bout me like a I worry ‘bout you Don’t worry ‘bout me, I won’t worry ‘bout you I’ll worry’bout me, you worry ‘bout you
11.
Perfect World I got home just after midnight, It’d been a long long day i know I keep odd hours but I’m in it for the low pay it’s noble, so noble just doing what I love I’m mobile, it’s no trouble…it fits me like a glove. I may not know it yet, I’m in a perfect world I got the best set of problems of all the folks I know I’d like to stay and live it up but I got another show It’s tragic, so tragic, that we can’t stick around But magic and a little gas money gonna get us to the next town I may not know it yet, I’m in a perfect world Wouldn’t it be great if all the bad guys dressed in black? So we could see them comin’ & we could watch our backs Wouldn’t it be great if every oyster made a pearl I may not know it yet, I’m in a perfect world I can’t afford to pay my taxes, I take it as a good sign It means I’m making money I just wish that it would stay mine I’m not needy or greedy, I just don’t think it’s right That uncle sam oughtta give a damn about the silly songs that I write I may not know it yet, but I’m in a perfect world Wouldn’t it be great if all the bad guys dressed in black? So we could see them comin’ & we could watch our backs Wouldn’t it be great if every oyster made a pearl I may not know it yet, I’m in a perfect world I got home just after midnight… It’d been a long long day!!!!
12.
Ahead of Time (Susan Gibson, Pie-Eyed Groobee Music, BMI, Bug) Spent a half a tank of gas on this conversation Still hasn’t gotten us anywhere 20 miles outside of town & feeling my frustration you wanted to clear the air call me crazy call me insane maybe I’m lazy I don’t want to do this all over again the phone is ringing off the wall, trying to make amends I didn’t return your call, the 8th deadly sin As I’m going straight to hell I can hear myself laughing Call me silly, call me a goof I heard of things like this but I don’t need living proof You go your way & I’ll go mine It’s a big, big world…I’m sure we’ll both do fine You used to scold me when I used that line I just saw it coming ahead of time It’s been about a month or 10 since I saw you last I wonder where the time has gone Maybe that’s what we were chasing down that old country road 20 miles outside of town. Call me selfish, call me a creep I guess I lost ya, now I ain’t losing sleep You go your way & I’ll go mine It’s a big, big world…I’m sure we’ll both do fine You used to scold me when I used that line I just saw it coming ahead of time
13.
27 days & still no word what am I supposed to think you’re leaving me to draw my own conclusions & I’m running out of ink we’ve made arrangements and we’ve set dates & we’ve broken everyone tryin like hell to avoid our fates like the moon avoids the sun I would answer if you would knock I wouldn’t leave you hanging around & I would listen if you would talk cuz baby that’s the sweetest sound hearing those walls come down I kept on thinking we were right on track We were moving up the ranks It’s hard enough to hit a moving target & it’s tougher when you’re shooting blanks I keep on buggin you to let you know I won’t bug you anymore With every phone call another brick in the stonewall & I cannot find the door I would answer if you would knock I wouldn’t leave you hanging around & I would listen if you would talk cuz baby that’s the sweetest sound hearing those walls come down I would answer if you would knock I wouldn’t leave you hanging around & I would listen if you would talk cuz baby that’s the sweetest sound
14.
You Came Along You came along, a traveling salesman You knocked on my door until I let you in There was no telling I don’t want what you’re selling But you insisted I’m happy again I said I’m too busy I’m too important I don’t have time to be playing these games You said you don’t look that busy you said daylight is burning & wasting it is such a shame you came along & you had the remedy something to help me get over my blues in sunshine & snakeoil, blue fades to yellow I’m lucky that you came along You spread out your trinkets, baubles & toys Shiney & sparkling, the pockets of little boys & I never knew these were things that I needed I’m lucky that you came along You came along & all of my planning Flew out the window & migrated south & just like the wind, you know when I can’t see you I still feel you hanging around & maybe tomorrow, maybe next week red rover, come over, we’ll play hide & seek & I’m making promises I’ve got to keep ever since you came along only cuz you came along just because you came along
15.
When you’re dead When you’re dead you’re not sick When you’re dead you’re not angry When you’re dead you’re not hungry, not lonely or sad When you’re dead you’re not homesick When you’re dead you’re not restless When you’re dead you’re not missin things you never had When you’re dead you’re not dyin’ When you’re dead you’re not cryin’ When you’re dead you’re not tryin’ to pay off your bills When you’re dead you’re not spoke ill of and you’re not broken willed When you’re dead you don’t care you were never fulfilled Some folks believe in a glorious end They’ll be made whole and see loved ones again I hope its true but up until then This ain’t goodbye, it’s just “I’ll see you friend” Cause when you’re dead you’re not fighting When you’re dead you’re not fussin When you’re dead you’re not rushing cause you’re not running late When you’re dead you’re not Muslim When you’re dead you’re not Christian When you’re dead you’re not different because of your faith We’re gonna miss you hanging around You’re free from the gravity that held you down You’re not just in Heaven somewhere in the fog Congratulations you lucky dog

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Susan's 3rd studio album produced by Walt Wilkins
and Tim Lorsch. Includes new versions of tunes
from the Groobees days.

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released June 1, 2008

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