Shelby Lynne "I am Shelby Lynne" Your lies (written by Shelby Lynne and Bill Botrell) Your lies won't leave me alone you used to say you loved me did ya why'd you do me this way it didn't have to be that way I got your message on the phone I hung on every single line you told me what we had was only business hurt me so bad I had to sit down with the sickness oh yeah Your lies won't leave me alone tore the phone out the wall and it's still ringin' wreck the room and curtains ain't hangin' baby guitar ain't playin' Your lies won't leave me alone look at your picture in the room I can see you were never happy with me baby- all my uncertainty is easy to see how you're killin' me, cause I got those bills you would not pay the cost of our love is way too high and I just keep on payin' baby why'd you say you loved me - walk around and carry on, hurting 'bout your love is gone, the song I sing is sad and long, wonder if you are alone, I don't know if I belong Your lies won't leave me - alone Leavin' (written by Shelby Lynne) Well I guess this is it babe reality has hit home hard no need in puttin' it off anymore just turn away and let me walk out the door You thought you had it all figured out but baby, you don't know what love's about It's time for me to spend some time alone I'm tired of trying to make this your happy home (Hurts) I'm leavin' (Sad) This time it's for good You should have treated me the way you said you would (Hurts) I'm leavin' (Sad) And you can't make me stay I'm tired of hurtin' you this ain't no good anyway I'm leavin' I know it's gonna be hard on ya once it really hits you that I'm gone I spent too much time trying to make things right when I really knew all along you'll be O.K. in time baby but it won't be today as you walk around and try to find yourself take a look at the bed you made Life is bad (written by Shelby Lynne, Bill Botrell and Roger Fritz) Waste away to nothin' in a dark dusty tomb lookin' for the traces of what used to be a room wipe away the blood from a tormented brow solve the wicked problem never asking how Rock the sinking vessel till it rests on the bottom count the waves of water don't remember forgot them taste the stench of livin' on thin dimes and a dream opening an ear to a painful silent scream Oh life is bad Oh no, worst I ever had Ache and writhe in agony like a vise on aging bones tar and acid drip from an ice cram cone holding onto a wind that chases the hell fallin' in the darkness of an inner descending well Caress transparent night as a demon with a sword speak with an eloquence never saying a word look into the clarity then erase it with the muck lying in a pool of conciousness no such thing as luck To being a beginner, to inventing the end to livin' with a strangler never a friend saddle slobbering beast trouble is abound ride the devil's bronco never hit the ground Thought it would be easier (written by Shelby Lynne and Bill Botrell) I always thought is would be easier after you were gone thought I could pull myself together and do fine on my my own sometimes I do alright then I remember how I dreamed it, how I needed it I thought it would be easier I thought it would be easier They never told me I'd be lonely, torn up and wasted but when you saw something else you liked you couldn't wait to taste it how was I to know about the way You were scheming I guess I must have been dreaming I thought it would be easier I thought it would be easier I found that old shirt you used to wear and it really brought me down ooh does she like blue like I do I bet she gets around all I know today is that I, I can't stand it this ain't how I planned it I thought it would be easier I thought it would be easier Gotta get back (written by Shelby Lynne, Dorothy Overstreet and Bill Botrell) I can almost touch you now flying above the clouds in a big ol' plane I can't wait to hold you and see you again tell you where I've been I can almost kiss you now when I close my eyes I feel your lips on mine it's so hard to fight what I feel inside, for you Gotta get back do I do Gotta get back do I do I do Gotta get back do I do Butterflies take control me why's this airplane go so slowly Flutter faster take me home to you I can almost see you now is my imagination foolin' me somehow flying through the lining of a silver cloud I'm gettin' closer now I can almost hear you now oooh saying you love me like you know how I wish this plane would just reach down and touch the ground I swear I see you now Why can't you be? (written by Shelby Lynne and Bill Botrell) You and your element of dangerous cheatin' death like a stranger but devils got your shirt tail clutched in the palm of his hand double vodka on the rocks on a plastic tray never fails you but it won't take the hours away - hey, hey, hey Why can't you be Why can't you be It's plain to see you drive yourself crazy Why can't you be Why can't you be it's plain to see you're the only enemy You got some stories you're afraid to tell tired of living in a shotgun shell headin' west to find the edge of life itself last I heard there were angels walking in Los Angeles with their hands in their pockets lookin cool like me, he, he, he Scared of lovin' cause it might feel good you want to get it like you know you should what the hell's wrong with living without the blues you stand convicted, you stand accused you're so conflicted and abused, ooh ooh ooh So here's to you Guilty of being you is the easiest of all the things you do Lookin' up (written by Shelby Lynne and Bill Botrell) Smokin' and thinkin' of things to do since you're gone sittin', lonely can't even get stoned takin' a breath of a feeling that once lived in this house Laughin' and dying at the mirror in the hall talkin' to myself a memory don't remember at all last thing you told me was the first thing that brought on these clouds I'm lookin' up, for the next thing that brings me down here comes the jet plane I can see the wheels hit the ground however long I wait I'm standin' at the gate, looking round Walkin' and cryin' stumble into a church startin' at the rafters wonderin' how much more I can hurt hey old man, what are your plans for me where am I bound I'm lookin' up for the next thing that brings me down I'm lookin' up for the next thing that brings me down Dreamsome (written by Shelby Lynne, Dorothy Overstreet and Jay Joyce) In the dark I can hear you whisper shadows still, move across the distance What did you say, it's okay Did you miss me Did you miss me Make it mine, takin' time, forgotten speak for me, silent plea, surrender What did you say, it's okay Did you miss me Did you miss me You know at times I wondered if you ever thought of me and I wondered if you wanted to be free like me, and I needed to feel you and I wondered did you miss me baby, oh yeah Turn to gray, bluer shade, when the sun comes Peaceful time, cease your mind, Dreamsome What did you say, it's okay, oh baby Did you miss me Did you miss me Did you miss me Did you miss me Where I'm from (written by Shelby Lynee and Bill Botrell) Heaven knows this ain't no Margaret Mitchell where the oak trees meet the pines I know it might sound kinda simple oh but it's mine oh it's mine Thought I heard a logman cuttin' timber down the Mississippi line I'm up the old Tombigbee river high as the pines, all the time Elegamment les batos passant ben on la flota vec du van all I'm trying to say is I'm never far away from Alabama frame of mind Jubilation risin' on the bayou celebration in the wind Father Pat gives benediction cross the Coden bridge again Crickets spreadin' rumors by the shoreline with the lonesome lady whine crab trap full of nothin I'm high as the tide, all the time Black Light Blue (written by Shelby Lynne and Bill Botrell) Black light blue Heaven's perfect hue the ultimate possession the game you couln't lose the voice in the corner the song you hardly knew the terrible admission some tragic lonely tune slow the Spanish dancer on a stage Black light blue is tearing me in two a mad revelation Shakespeare isn't true the raising of the glasses the falling into sin dying in the desert the loners lonely end in the shifting sand oasis Black light Blue cock-a-doodle-do calling for the innocent the taming of the shrew the muting of the colors the mystical review trying for forever, is what you'll never do there you stand, alone Black light blue Shelby Lynne publishing: Magnasong/Sneaky Snake (BMI) Bill Botrell publishing: Ignorant Music (ASCAP) Dorothy Overstreet publishing: Gumbo Woman Music (BMI) Ja Joyce publishing: Irving Music, Inc/Two Bagger Music (BMI) Roger Fritz publishing: Gumbo Woman Music/Marydot Music (BMI)