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I didn’t come here with a plan, I’m just a man, barely hangin on
Found her passed out in some can, and out we ran, any place but home
Like a truck stop stall, with phone numbers on the wall
For a good time, you only had to call
For a good time, ya didn’t have far to fall
I feel the grey coming on, like a graveyard fog, I’m trying to outrun
And am I having any fun, or do I just run everything right into the ground
Long hauls, and bar brawls, I got troubles with the law
For a good time I never have far to fall
For a good time I never have far to fall
She belongs in a magazine, not with me
She belongs in a magazine
Good times, we had some good times
Good times, did we shine? We shined
I didn’t come here with a plan I’m just a man barely hang in on
Heard she found her another man, after I ran right in the cold
He ain’t walking this tall, he ain’t kicking down walls
He ain’t a good time, something like you never saw
He ain’t a good time never had far to fall
She belonged in a magazine
That woman she belonged in a magazine

I miss the smell of whiskey, but I do not miss the fall
Seems everything I ever done, is up against a wall
Backed into a corner, of a tiny little room
And if I ever do cross that line again, it’ll be too soon
Time he was my father, mother was the road
And I swear that it just gets harder now, getting left out in the cold
And there probably ain’t no answer, all the good ones done been sung
Still it swarms me like a cancer, Lord, and there ain’t nowhere to run
I’m gonna send you some money soon, and good daddies always call
Don’t Miss The Fall
I don’t take kind to compromising, saying things people want to hear
And there ain’t no light on the horizon now, and the coast aint ever clear
But there is food sitting on the table, smiling faces in your chairs
And I’ll be damned if I ain’t able y’all to provide and take good care
I’m gonna send you some money soon, and good daddies always call
Don’t Miss The Fall
I know I can’t shake the hunger, I know it can’t be wrong
I ain’t getting any younger, but I’ll always have a song
Always have a song
I’m gonna send you some money soon, and good daddies always call
Don’t Miss The Fall
Don’t Miss The Fall
I’m gonna miss the smell of whiskey, but I will not miss the call
Seems everything I ever done
is bound to fall

Friction/JCH2/Bowie

Wedding day came and went right out the window, that was fast
Honestly I did not believe that it would last
We were never stupid happy like farm boys huffing gas
Perhaps content so together two separate souls attach
Watcha gonna think gonna happen when ya light a match
All the Vicodin and diamonds, and all the things that she held dear
This ain’t about my drink in y’all
It’s about the man who bought the beer
Every love song that I’d write her, here she come dressed up to do me harm
Here comes another empty saddle, and it still feels warm
She went from the penthouse to the shithouse I guess I better watch my mouth
I regret all my sober moments seeing now how it all turned out
I was only looking for a heart of gold or something like that
But instead I wound up with a plastic dimestore heart attack
All the Vicoden and diamonds, and everything that she holds dear
This ain’t about my drinking boys
It’s about the man who bought the beer
EVERY LOVE SONG THAT I’D WRITE HER, here she come dressed up to do me harm
Here comes another empty saddle, and it still feels warm
Says she hates this place and me of course and my whole crowd
It’s like I’m working a hoe up next to a Jon Deere plow
Looks like its open season on my soon to be ex-better half, I’ll shut come tomorrow. I will take all the wedding presents back
Cept the whiskey….its gone almost….very much like me…….I suppose
I’m glad you boys was here, happy anniversary to me, Lord but it feels good to know that Im free
I ain’t got nobody screaming and hollering back at me.
All the Vicoden and diamonds…everything she holds dear
This ain’t bout my drinking y’all, I’m the man who bought the beer
Every sad song that I’d write her, here she come dressed up fine to do me harm
Here comes another empty saddle, and it still feels warm
ya know that saddle feels warm

You could never hold me, nothing ever could
in contentment or an urge to roam, something always would
Keep me running like a devil was calling me
I don’t mind be lonesome, but I got to be free
Seems every time, that I come around
I always let you down
Falling through the door again with more trouble that I’d found
I always let you down, I let you down
It ain’t news to you, when I up and leave 
I stumble around in this empty town of broken glass and busted dreams
It’s a wonder at all, you got away from me so clean
A little time and a lot of wine, I’ll be forgotten like a dream
Because you’d be better off with me down in the ground
I always let you down
Just like these dark clouds that keep following me around
I always let you down, I let you down
I wish I could say, your kisses meant nothing to me
Now that your hearts so full of pain well honey now your gonna see
I’m like a lifetime conviction, to the highest degree
Just let me keep moving, your better off without me
Because a heart thats breaking, it don’t barely make one sound
When I always let you down
It’s for your own good girl if I don’t ever come back around (back to town)
I’ll always let you down
You know I always just let you down

JCH2/Chapman

You ought not try and think about, the things that ya can’t control
It’ll just bring ya down, break your heart, leave you in a big dark hole
You’ll be standing on the corner, waiting on a bus, and here come a passenger train
It’ll blow you right down, leave you in the gutter, till it come a pouring rain
I ain’t going back down again
I saw all there is to see
Trouble on the left, trouble on the right, trouble right next to me
I went to college kept my nose in the books, till I got my degree
Whats a man to do with all that knowledge, pouring right outta me
I ain’t seen no milk or honey, I ain’t got nothing to show
But I don’t give a damn bout all that money, to hell with them student loans
I ain’t going back down again
I saw all there is to see
Trouble on the left, trouble on the right, trouble right next to me
I’m tired of working like hell, to get into heaven, afraid that I might get stoned
You never do know, you could roll a seven, life’s like a game of bones
Just a bag of bones and we’re on our own, the Devil is following me
But we will all feel better when we all get together
And this here’s the song we’ll sing Lord
We ain’t going back down again
we saw all there is to see
Trouble on the left, trouble on the right, trouble right next to me

You say you never seen so much rain, it’s cause your eyes are way too young
And I locked you like a chain, and I took till there was none
I never knew you’d been to West Virginia, let alone what you been through
I never thought that you would have it in ya, something changing and it ain’t nothing new
You came from out of nowhere, like a song
Love made, over the years and it was strong
So strong
One lane bidge in either direction, retread tires down sharp “S” curves
No headlights on account of my discretion, one more drink might calm my nerves
I came…like the rain, I was long
40 days and trail of tears and it was strong
So strong
I lit out when I read that phone bill, stopping only for food or wine
Wearing blue jeans with a pocket full of cold steel
What if she cries as he lays dying
They gonna bury you out here in West Virginia, nobody wants you back home
And they might find me, but I’ll be damned if I surrender
In and out of this world alone
I came from out of nowhere like something wrong
Lead rained over the bed frame and it was strong
So Strong
Now they’re both gone

Well his aim, was true and it was strong
But the ol boy who laid out on the ground never knew what he did wrong
Catfish reached back to the gulf of Mexico
Jacked his jaw like ya never saw
Clear to the Delta before he let it go
It’s unlikely typical, truth or the lie
Well one or the other I can’t abide
Hurtin or healing, dead or alive
Just along for the ride, we are just along for the ride
Caught a ride with a friend down to the liquor store
He pulled a gun and was takin all they money, just as you was heading for the door
Well the shotgun barrel he was using was empty and cold
But things got hot and they both got shot about two miles down the road
Unlikely typical, truth or the lie
Well one or the other I can’t abide
Hurtin nor healing, dead or alive
Just along for the ride, we’re just along for the ride
If it will it won’t if it do it don’t
Whether you laughed, cried, or got deep fried
We’re just apart of this here ride
Old man holding out his hand, waiting for love to come plant roots in a desert sand
He found a woman and they had two little girls of their own
Didn’t need a ride for this here flight like a bird they spread their wings and flown
Up into the heavens, leaving that Hell behind
With two little girls who had they Mama’s eyes
Never hurting nor healing, living all their lives
Just along for the ride
We’re just along for the ride
Give me one more song for the ride

Perfect silihoute in the front porch screen, alotta things will bring her to mind
Like empty bottles all over my bedroom floor, or if the sun decides to shine
Or the taste of cheap vodka, or the smell of her old cigarettes
Like something you’re feeling boys, for the very first time, it’s something you won’t ever forget
And it scares me half to death, makes me lonesome too
Till I know’d it was you
I’m gonna burn this house down to the ground, I can’t bare the thought of your memory hanging around
So I’ll burn it down, to the ground, I’m gonna burn it down
Five different doctors give me five different pills, they give em to folks broke down as me
With bad backs and busted knees…..oh and broken hearts
Done torn apart
And I won’t carry around these memories, and you know I ain’t never had no regrets
Least I don’t have none yet, they ain’t weighing me down
I see the flames from across the town
When I burn that ol house down to the ground, I can’t bare the thought of your memory a hangin round
I’m gonna burn it down, to the ground
I’ll burn it down, down, down
And if the well runs dry, come the first of the month,
you know the sell them right down out of their Cadillacs
on the wrong side of the tracks,
thats where I’ll be found,
I see the flames from across the town
I’m gonna burn that old house down to the ground, I can’t stand the thought of your memory just hangin around
So I’ll burn it down, to the ground, I’ll burn it down, down, down
I’ll burn it down, down, down
I’ll burn it down, down, down
Perfect silouhette, in the front porch screen, alotta things bring her to mind

JCH2/Dodson

I know my way around an engine, I got a way with my children, 2 little girls I had with my first wife
03′ was a hard year but before I dried too many tears I went out for a pack of smokes and met the love of my life
Loaded up the kids in the backseat, took em down to Eureka Springs, gave her my last name and a wedding ring
And on the way on back from Arkansas we pulled over to watch the rain fall by a little piece of heaven they call Hickory Creek

The air up there will get ya high, and them fish they always bite, but it never felt right till you was with me
We forgot the ones we left behind, with your little hand in mine, it was the first time we both felt free
And to the ones who tried to tear us apart, they know nothing bout our kind of hearts I just held ya closer right next to me
They damn sure better try harder, cause my two girls and your sweet daughter, plus you and me we make a family

The Lord had to call me home, but you’ll never be alone, so give the girls a smooch and smile for me
Did you know that I still love ya, girl I’m looking right down above ya
And I’ll be waiting for ya on Hickory Creek

Hickory Creek, thats where I’ll be
Hickory Creek, like heaven to me
Where the sunshine lasts forever and we are always together it don’t get no bettern down on Hickory Creek

Do you plan to start your day with that laundry in your way, and all the bills you ain’t paid and the checks you writing won’t ever clear
But ya laid around till noon, and 5 years came too soon, you never cared enough to push a broom or even pour me a beer
It’s true we’re from worlds apart like a dress from 5th avenue and one from WalMart
Love will break your heart no matter what you do
Love will break your heart tear your right in two
I’d stick around for your touch, cause your lust is just a must
To be damned with all the trust honey I don’t care anymore
It’s hard to face the truth when lies is all you ever knew and the things that they put you through had me kicking down your door
And our parents couldn’t keep us apart but we ain’t never been accused of being smart
Love will break your heart
I know its hard to start your day, when the good ones they never stay
Whether they run or get washed away a little child or the one you love, off to school or in the ground
Just pray it comes back around and if you listen close you can hear the sound of angels hearts breaking above
Till the end or from the start I was damn proud to play a part
Love will break your heart

Produced by Jeff Chapman, Mark McPheeters (Gerald Hammerstein, III showed up one day)
Mixed by Jeff Chapman, Mark McPheeters
Mastered by Mark McPheeters
Jesse Charles Hammock, II: vocals, guitars, harmonica, mandolin
Jeff Chapman: guitars, bass, vocals, piano
Mark McPheeters: guitars, drums, percussion, bass, piano
Andrew Bedell: drums, percussions, whistle on “Another Empty Saddle”
Jacob Hiser: violin, piano; Kane Hiser: stand up bass;
Scotty Henderson: pedal steel, dobro; Bobby Lewis: violin;
Roy Ward: piano; Tim Burrows: acoustic guitar
Ashlie Stites: backing vocals on “Love Will Break Your Heart”

I want to thank Jeff Chapman and the whole Chapman family out at Trumble Hill Studios, as well as Mark McPheeters, for their efforts and guidance making this album. Also, thanks to all the pickers, grinners, and skinners who lent their touch. Big thanks to Jay, Leila Dodson, John Allen, Ben Bowie, Fred Friction, Tom Coatney, Larry Carroll at Ace Audio, Hayes Music Store, Randy Bailey and all the folks at River Radio, Tim Burrows, esi entertainment, Darren & Kay Davis, Sirius/XM Outlaw Country, and all the others who are spreading the gospel around. Big love to my brothers in Powder Mill and all the Millbillies. Special thanks to Neil and DeAnna Rosenbaum at Somewhereinthewoods Productions for believing in what I do even when I didn’t. Last and certainly least, thanks to all the suicidal horses and unbridled divorces that tried to hammer ol’ Jerry down into the ground this past year. This album is dedicated to doing what you got to do. Love y’all.