Gone Fishin’ is such a fun song and so relatable to anyone who is single and looking for love! For years I was against the online dating world. It seemed so cold and nontraditional. I was not interested at all in playing that game, but all my friends were doing it. I eventually caved to peer pressure and set up a profile on Plenty of Fish.com. Embarrassed I was even on the site, when my friend called one night I told her I was on that damn fishin website. She asked me what kind of bait I had on the hook, and I proceeded to tell her what pictures I had posted, what my profile said, etc. Soon our conversations were all about fishing nibbles on the line, catch of the day It was hilarious!! Even though I hated the thought of online dating, I would have never gotten the inspiration to write this song without that experience!
GONE FISHIN'
We all have a story about the one that got away
There’s more fish in the sea is all I hear ‘em say
Time to put myself back out there today
As I dip my toes in the dating pool
It’s a brave new world with online tools
Everybody’s doin’ it so it must be cool
GONE FISHIN’
Throw my line and start wishing
I’ll catch what I’ve been missing
I got a nibble a wink, will we swim or sink, I’m Gone fishin’
No worms or flies gonna hook my mate
I’ll post a few pictures cause that’s my bait
Cast my line then sit back and wait
Beware of bottom feeders huntin’ sugar mamas
Cradle robbers and prima donna’s
Playboys hauling all sorts of drama
GONE FISHIN’
Throw my line and start wishing
I’ll catch what I’ve been missing
I got a nibble a wink, will we swim or sink, I’m Gone fishin’
I’m just a country girl that likes to rock
I’ve got a few more tricks in my tackle box
I’ll be reeling in the catch of the day
He’ll measure up or be on his way
Size does matter what else can I say
GONE FISHIN’
Throw my line and start wishing
I’ll catch what I’ve been missing
I got a nibble a wink, will we swim or sink, I’m Gone fishin’
Fishin’… fishin’… fishin’… Gone fishin’… yeah…
Gone fishin’… fishin’.. Gone fishin’… Gone fishin’…
Sweet Innocence was my very first co-write and is such a special song in many ways. My niece was 3 when we wrote this song, and her sweet innocence inspired this song. We were visiting about how she hasn’t a care in the world, is just so sweet and happy! Then that boy comes along and the whole story changes… ha ha ha. This song take you through the innocence of first love, first heartbreak and feeling of being so lost, but then she find the unconditional love of “the Son” in the end.
Innocent and young and she rules her world
She’s sugar, and she’s spice
She’s precious and everything nice
She has sweet innocence
She don’t have a care
Sweet innocence
She don’t know it’s there
Then one day there comes a boy
Who breaks her heart and steals her joy
She hurts and she cries
She swears she’s going to die
He takes her sweet innocence
He no longer cares
Sweet innocence
She’s alone and scared
Gone are the days where she feels free
So full of doubt and agony
She’s like a ship lost out at sea
Living day to day aimlessly
She wants her sweet innocence
It always seems to flee
She cries for sweet innocence
She wants to be free
But the world, it doesn’t end
The Son comes out she finds a friend
Shining bright all around
He’ll never ever let her down
He brings her sweet Innocence
She no longer cares
Sweet Innocence
She don’t know it’s there
Sweet Innocence
Sweet Innocence
Sweet Innocence
Beauty Don’t Come Cheap was inspired by a conversation with a man in Dallas who tried to tell me how expensive dating can be. He was successful, so it wasn’t like he didn’t have the money to spend, and he liked beautiful women mind you. I sat there thinking…. he has absolutely NO CLUE! If he thinks dating a beautiful woman is expensive…just wait until he marries her! So- this song goes out to all the men that don’t realize all the time and effort women put into looking amazing.
He complains about women being gold diggers
They want dinner, drinks, and flowers go figure
He brags about the dates he’s had this week
And bitches about the money he’s blown on each
Obviously he hasn’t a clue
About all the things we women do
I told him before he rambled on anymore
What a woman spends before she walks out her door
From the top of her head to the soles of her feet
I explained the cost to look so sweet
I said honey, Beauty Don’t Come Cheap
I’m slavin’ on my figure nearly every day
‘Cause I’m not naturally built this way
And this pretty face takes a lot of product
With facials and peels and did I mention make up
Victoria’s Secret gives me more than I’ve got
And I know you men love that a lot
I told him before he rambled on anymore
What a woman spends before she walks out her door
From the top of her head to the soles of her feet
I explained the cost to look so sweet
I said honey, Beauty Don’t Come Cheap
Joe makes Jeans that fit my tush just right
Jimmy Choo gives me just enough heighth
A mani, a pedi, bikini wax
Then I’m off to the spa for an herbal wrap
And all this is only what you can see
You can’t put a price on what’s beneath
I told him before he rambled on anymore
What a woman spends before she walks out her door
From the top of her head to the soles of her feet
I explained the cost to look so sweet
I said honey, Beauty Don’t Come Cheap
Honey, Beauty Don’t Come Cheap
Cheap Cheap don’t be so cheap
‘Cause nobody likes a cheap man…..
Drinkin’ You out of My Mind came to life after two of my close girlfriends went through rough breakups with men they felt they were destined to marry. The end of relationships always comes with many emotions as we say goodbye. We get sad, we get mad, we sing the blues, then we have to pull ourselves up by the boot straps and move on. Just like getting thrown from a horse when the wind gets knocked out of you, you get up and climb back in the saddle. So raise a glass sisters- here’s to finding another horse and riding again!
I’m gonna get dressed up to paint this town
Stay out all night and burn it down
No more sitting around singing the blues….
It’s time to face the cold hard truth
And get started getting over you
There’s a brand new fairytale about to begin….
Tonight I’m drinkin’ you out of my mind
Working on leaving your memory behind
I’ll raise a glass and you can kiss my ass
For treating me so unkind
Tonight I’m drinkin’ you out of my mind
Prince charming sits on every stool
Buying me drinks and playing it cool
I wonder which one will be the first out of the chute….
When you get bucked off and hit the ground
You’ve got to saddle up for another round
What better way to leave you behind….
Tonight I’m drinkin’ you out of my mind
Working on leaving your memory behind
I’ll raise a glass and you can kiss my ass
For treating me so unkind
Tonight I’m drinkin’ you out of my mind
Tomorrow I’ll wake and swear I’m done with men
Kick him out of the bed and vow to never drink again
And this is where the vicious cycle begins
Tonight I’m drinkin’ you out of my mind
Working on leaving your memory behind
I’ll raise a glass and you can kiss my ass
For treating me so unkind
Tonight I’m drinkin’ you out of my mind
Tonight I’m drinkin’ you out of my mind
Tonight I’m drinkin’ you out of my mind
West with the Night is a ballad about my guitar pickin, truck drivin’ airplane flying’ hero: my Gramp. This song brings back my best memories as a child, seeing him living his life and enjoying it to the fullest. I hope West with the Night takes you to a special place where you can visualize this “cowboy gentleman” that hung the moon in our family!
He flew an old airplane and could land on a dime A long haul trucker most of the time
He wore pearl snap shirts, a white Stetson hat He was a maverick and a saint
He’d come flying in Sunday’s and circle the house
All of us kids would come scrambling out
We’d run to the field and watch him sailing in
Oh the stories ‘n the trinkets from the places he’d been
Then it was up to the clouds and away he would go
Or kicking up dust in his truck down the road
Coming or going he was always a sight
Riding into the sunset…West with the Night….
A flat top Gibson never far from his side
A black saddle with silver whenever he’d ride
You could say that Gramps was one of a kind
The silent type ‘til he spoke his mind
Then it was up to the clouds and away he would go
Or kicking up dust in his truck down the road
Coming or going he was always a sight
Riding into the sunset…West with the Night….
He stood ten feet tall in everyone’s eyes
A cowboy gentleman – his way of life
Then it was up to the clouds and away he would go
Or kicking up dust in his truck down the road
Coming or going he was always a sight
Riding into the sunset… West with the Night….
…………………West with the Night…………………….