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Recorded live to tape in Nashville, Tennessee

Adrian Krygowski - Vocals & Acoustic Guitar
Paul Niehaus - Pedal Steel & Lead Guitar
Jared Manzo - Bass
Aaron Distler - Drums
Meredith Brown - Fiddle
Kirabelle Frabotta - Banjolele

Engineered & mixed by Keith Compton
Mastered by Garrett Haines at Treelady Studios
Original Artwork Drawings by Shelby Rossi
Album Design by Alaina Thetford
Additional drum tracks by Simon Roper

Special Thanks to Alaina Thetford at Train Case Management,
and Keith Compton (and class AU392).

Management:
Alaina Thetford at Train Case Management
alaina@traincasemanagement.com

US Publicity:
Alyssa DeHayes at Team Clermont
alyssa@teamclermont.com


(C) 2014 Adrian Krygowski is a registered BMI artist.

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released January 14, 2014

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Track Name: Roam
Roam – By Adrian Krygowski

Search the moonlight for stars
Run a cornfield to find a piece of home
Count the years in your state
After all over town, has closed shop, gone home
Remain
Bore the concrete in place
For a new sound, new stage
No blood, no sweat, on the voting face

Ask me once, like there’s no sense in dying tonight
Fear the things that you lost in the fire, in the cold winter night
When you feel like there’s nothing there to hold on to, nothing at home
And it’s time to move on, time to roam.

Bare the salt of your name
Build an empire that lasts as long as the fire
Be the noble brigade
And should the orders, like theirs no sense in borders
But blame
And cowardly gains, jealous for fame
Like the dime that you found was the money you made

Chorus 2
Track Name: Ohio
Ohio – By Adrian Krygowski
I grew up on the banks of the Ohio River
Money was short, and days were long, we kept it straight, but we found something bigger
Thirteen abodes to call my home
Due to sunrise, these dreams are all gone
Well, built by the side of the road

She grew up on towns built on trust
With nothing left but trade and rust
And the witness said when the banks went bust
Hearts grew heavy for the travelling luck
Easier said than a job well done
No hate here she went and bottled it up
Well more than they know they bestowed

Put a song in your heart like I know you can mean it
For what’s waiting ‘round the corner
Ye of little faith, like Walter Tate
Hit the road, when you know, whether someone believes it
Bright Lights are gonna shine on through
Shine for me yeah, me and you

Now we’re working on a child and a house of our own
Week keep paying and paying till the children are grown
We keep back door locked by the front door open, waiting on a sign
So when dreams kept alive, by a whole lotta lovin
No meat and potatoes, with a bun in the oven
Fear the things that they never said, but we knew what they wrote
Track Name: Drunkard's Hiccups
Jack of Diamonds – By Adrian Krygowski (Traditional)
I've played cards in England
I've gambled in Spain
Goin back to Carolina
Play my last game
Jack o' Diamonds, Jack o' Diamonds and I know you of old
You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold

It's whiskey, you villain, you've been my downfall
You've kicked me, you've cuffed me, but I love you for all
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If I don’t get rye whiskey, I think I will die

Beefsteak when I'm hungry red liquor when I'm dry
Greenbacks when I'm hard up and religion when I die
I’ll go to yonder-hollar, I’ll build me a still
Give you a gallon for a 5-dollar bill
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
Tree don’t fall on me, I’ll live till I die

If the river was whiskey, and I was a duck
I'd dive to the bottom, and never come up
But the river ain't whiskey, and I ain't no duck
I'll play Jack of Diamonds and trust to my luck
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If the whiskey don’t kill me, I’ll live till I die
Track Name: Wisconsin#2
Wisconsin #2 – By Adrian Krygowski
Baby I heard the sirens, I brought the books.
Maybe when they told me, I was still no good
But she had a way of saying what she should
So don't tell me you're sad its over

You tried hard to make me a better man
We'd be lucky if we made it to 3am
So take the high road, take the low, we ain't got plans
So don't tell me you're sad its over
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Rollin' Westbound in to town on Cadillacs
Past the classroom and the old smoke stacks
First time kissing under railroad tracks
I miss the old days, a lot of time has passed.
---
So 5 years gone and I can still feel the same
Baby you love the snow, but honey I bring the rain
We'll spin this whole thing 'round, till what left remains
To cry, your heart, my shoulder

Midnight runs to the county liquor-store
Where a failed intuition kept me from the door
Cuz we could still find some love on this cold bathroom floor
And cry, your heart, my shoulder
---
Rollin' Westbound in to town on Cadillacs
For town of rumours, town of facts
First time kissing under railroad tracks
I miss the old days, a lot of time has passed.
---
So back to the drawing-board, back on the farm
Yeah I still believe in love, and baby 3rd times a charm
And hard as it is, knowing I might still do wrong
She leaves the light on, wants to see when I hold her, yeah...
Track Name: Chicago
Chicago – By Adrian Krygowski
Katherines on the front porch, smoking her last cigarette
Pots on the stove, furnace can’t keep on its own
Mamas doing crosswords, dady’s in his rocking chair
Let the barn door burn, ring the telegraph/telephone

We built a good life here
A little piece of heaven
Let the blue sky shine
Through God’s own nation
Chicago, I’ve been waiting on a sunrise for way too long
Chicago, I’ve been waiting on a sunrise for way too long

Corner-store doctor is closing shop on this main street
Butcher’s busy carving up a new stock of lamb
They take pride in the weight of their boxed up memories
And leave it all to chance, on a borrowed Uncle Sam

We built a good life here
A little piece of heaven
See the smoke and hear the screams
From the fire-engines
Chicago, I’ve been waiting on a sunrise for way too long
Chicago, I’ve been waiting on a sunrise for way too long

Sitting on this park bench, waiting for a train to come
On a city all boarded up on aftermath and these re-writes
They take pride in the weight of their boxed up memories
But it’ll be hot one in the old town tonight
Old town tonight

We built a good life here
A little piece of heaven
See the smoke and hear the screams
From the fire-engines
Chicago, I’ve been waiting on a sunrise for way too long
Chicago, I’ve been waiting on a sunrise for way too long
Track Name: Shot In The Dark
Shot in the Dark – By Adrian Krygowski
If you as how it burns
I picked the wrong night to learn
Concerned, I'm sure
I walked a straight line
Said you swerved, but you turned

If the promise was fake
Like the rent check was late
Or the shotgun you saved
From the fire, to survive
Left the damn thing engaged.
--
Left to my lonesome-y ways
Right from the spark
Keep a close watch for first thoughts of flame
Like a shot in the dark
--
Took the town just to date
Forged the debt that was paid
Found a ring I could save
I bought you a new life
Said it's better with age

Got blessed by the church
Did it by the Lord's word
Raising sons is hard work
I fought with the wife
Over minimum-wage
--
But this tattoo "I Love you, Irene"
Is where you left your mark
Like a candle still burning the flame
Of a shot in the dark
--
I only came for the lunch
You know, potatoes and such
She comes burstin' on in like
I gave her a line
She gave me a suckerpunch

Took the short way to my place
Showed her how I was raised
But the grin on her face
When she said she was late
I only had to hear once
--
I asked if you wanted to dance
You asked if I wanted to park
We never once really had a chance
Just a shot in the dark
--
Track Name: Bailout Brawl
Bailout Brawl – by Adrian Krygowski
She was 16 years old
Broken and Broke
Found the keys to the Van, in her old mans coat.
Well, pickin' self-worth up off the side of the road,
said she'll never see her name in the lights, or the Marquee.
And in the darkest of nights, she drives,
just to hear the drone of the road.
In the city of quotes, and lyrical notes, she found dream, that some say wane's greed.

So just, roll with the innocent outlaws, they'll never catch nothing, never get far.
They say we're jaded it was all for the something, no chance for it all
And in this, Cold truth relying on flaws
Like its race to the wall street, and I'm afraid of heights
Cuz when the Wind got your back, like another man's debt,
Find your fight, in this Bailout Brawl.

See we're out on road, and earning our sweat,
Could use a home-cooked meal, on this 3rd day of rest
Leave us out here to fold, we've been earning this mess,
Leave the best of the best to uphold
Like this bare stricken light,
Silence in the noise of the night
Backed by power, back by the left and the rights
See when there's no black and white, just grey in disguise,
When the powers-that-be start to fold, just

So just, roll with the innocent outlaws, they'll never catch nothing, never get far.
They say we're jaded it was all for the something, no chance for it all
And in this, Cold truth relying on flaws
Like its race to the wall street, and I'm afraid of heights
Cuz when the Wind got your back, like another man's debt,
find your fight, in this Bailout Brawl.