WRITTEN BY MICHAEL BACON It's a rocky road down Ida's farm Past the sticks and stones And names that harm They don't like her rooster crowing Cows
Got no time for the corner boys Down in the street makin' all that noise Don't want no whores on Eighth avenue Cause tonight I'm gonna be with you Cause
I'm sure that we've been lower But I can't remember when As the chilly winds of discontent Are blowin once again Through our lives of icy fire Sharp as
Written by Kevin Bacon "It's about having the strength to re-define your life's work. A follow-up to 'Guess Again.'" KB Emma Rae's riding on a north
Written by Kevin Bacon "Kind of exploring the role that fear plays in my life. Thanks to Trav for the cool lick." KB She'll wake you in the morning
WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON Sitting in this trailer park tonight Still basking in the memory of that glorious fight It hit me when she stepped into the
Before the kids Before my wife Before I bought the farm and bought into this grown up life She was there just running on the beach A wild island baby
She gave me an old guitar She said teach yourself to play You've been lookin kind of bored Maybe this will fill your days She went out and I stayed in
WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON, MICHAEL BACON He was headlining the Lazy Lounge And the crowd was growing thin It was me and two drunk salesman And a waitress
WRITTEN BY MICHAEL BACON Sweet July's not welcomed here Here the trees are green all year They don't need her summer's glow In this land of ice
When I was seventeen I asked my daddy What does it take to be a man He said sit down son Let's have a little talk I'll try and make you understand Then
Written by Kevin Bacon "It was fun writing a song for piano, but writing it on a guitar. Since I can't play piano, it was a thrill to hear Irwin bang
Sheridan Square, high as a kite Beer in a bag, toasting the night And we dreamed as the Manhattan moon, sunk like a stone Oh, but sooner or later, sooner
Written by Kevin Bacon "Written from the perspective of a young man attending Woodstock '99." KB Me and Joey came a long way, to hear that singer
WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON, MICHAEL BACON She woke me up late last night She said something don't feel right I think it would be best for me To get
WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON And if this morning is our last How long 'til I will not remember Will you become my distant past Before July becomes December
WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON Yeah I used to smoke like a house on fire I couldn't put them down And I would drink all night till the morning light They
Now you could hear that jukebox pound But you could barely see inside Now rumor had it years ago Is where that girl had died Now why they caled it a cafe