DRY TOWN © – Louis Homen 9/8/02

My teenage daughter got a new boyfriend
I guess his tattoos lured her in
Now I’m home alone feeling really down
Sure is hell, living in a dry town

I gotta double-wide an El Camino to drive

and a bull taking care of my cows

how could she leave me, still blows my mind

she just up an rode out of this town

Chorus:
Where's a Cowboy supposed to roam

when there aint no saloon around

no neon signs, not one brass pole

Lord it sure is hell living in a dry town

Well I dreamed one night I was leading the Clydesdales
Down the streets of Abilene
When I awoke I saddled my pony
And I rode out to Estelline
Estelline, Estelline, An oasis for your canteen,
In Estelline

Chorus:

Where's a Cowboy supposed to roam

when there aint no saloon around

no neon signs, not one brass pole

Lord it sure is hell living in a dry town

Well I rode that pony all the way to New Orleans
On a six pack and a bottle of crown
Got in a fight and when I came to
I said lord take me back, back to my dry town

On An Old Barstool © – Louis Homen 2/24/04

What makes me do it,
Why do I even try,
Is anybody listening
Or is it all a big waste of time
Doesn't’t really matter
The answer lies deep within oh its
Somethin about the music
That brings me out again

So I’ll restring this old guitar
And Ill sing til they close this bar
When the smoke gets heavy and drinks start to win
The crowd starts listening and the music soaks in
They’l pull up a chair, and it feels so cool
Just me & this guitar on an old barstool

Somethin about the music,
that keeps folks hangin on
I don’t know if it’s the rhythm
or the words of a country song
So pour yourself another,
Now don’t forget your brother
Who pours his soul out each and every night
Helps me think its gonna be alright

So I’ll restring this old guitar
And Ill sing til they close this bar
When the smoke gets heavy and drinks start to win
The crowd starts listening and the music soaks in
They’l pull up a chair, and it feels so cool
Just me & this guitar on an old barstool

Bridge:

Stepping off the barstool

Put my guitar in its case,

Thank em all for comin out

With a big smile on my face

Take the last shot they bought for me

As I stumble out the door

by the next full moon, you know I'll be wanting more

Yes, I'll be wanting more.

Chorus:

So I’ll reach-for-my old guitar
And Ill sing til they close this bar
When the smoke gets heavy and drinks start to win
The crowd starts listening and the music soaks in
They’l pull up a chair, and it feels so cool
Just me & this guitar on an old barstool,

On an old barstool, repeat to end.

Dad Your Boy's Comin Home ©

Louis A Homen – 3-20-03

Just outside of my hometown
On a dirt road at the break of day
An old farmer in his coveralls
Stops to check a rain gauge
Shaking his head
As I slowly pass him by
He worries about the bills
Come due at harvest time

Chorus:
Here’s to the good life, there a dying breed
Hard work with no return
Just wasn't’t good enough for me

As for me, there’s no more dirt roads
For I have chosen another path
The city has been good to me
But I’m so grateful for my past
Ya know, a farmers work is never done
And the old barn is falling down
Like a tumbleweed caught in the fence row
I guess his steam has just run out

Chorus {instrumental harmonica, guitar}

Fifteen years have passed me by
Yet every time it rains
I think about that dirt road
My daddy and his rain gauge

Now the rain is pouring down
On this muddy ole dirt road
I’m gonna fix up that leaning barn
Dad your boy is coming home, yes he’s coming home, I’m coming home
{instrumental harmonica, fiddle)

Now ole Duke is under the pickup
And the dust is out of my eyes
We got an inch and 40 hundredths
Guess, the crops are doing fine

Oh how I missed the harvest moon
And our old friends stopping by
The roar of a hometown football game
And the stars that shine so bright

So cheers to the good life, yes we’re a dying breed
Hard work with no return
Yes it’s good enough for me

Lookin for a Lady © – Louis Homen

12-15-03


Well I’m lookin for a lady
But no ladies can be found
Yea Im looking for a lady
On the lonely side of town
I need to find a good woman
To help me settle my wild ass down

From Boston to Memphis
Mobile to New Orleans
I been lookin for a lady
Who will take good care of me
Now that I found you precious baby
Lord have mercy, don’t you ever leave

INSTRUMENTAL

Now I was lookin for a lady
When I found the one for me
Yea I was headed off the deep end
When you came and set me free
Now I get biscuits in the morning
And every night’s a brand new dream

Instrumental

You know I found me a lady
And this time I think she’s gonna stay
I’ll never find another woman
Who can make me feel this way
Now we’re holdin hands at the movies
And the nightlife can wait another day.

As Long As I Can Dream © – Louis Homen 8/23/02

I may not be a football star
Though I could play the game
I may not be an astronaut
You may never know my name
I'd like to be a singer touring with the band
Maybe even a movie star with the glamour and the fans

Chorus:
Though I’m just a common man
As crazy as it may seem
I can do whatever I want
As long as I can dream
As long as I can dream
Through all the pain and strife
This gift we call a dream
Is the antidote for life

Verse 2
When I’m alone and feeling down
A dream can lift me off the ground
I feel for those who will not try
Their worries all bottled up inside
And when I’m on my feet again
Journeyed back from where I’ve been
I close my eyes for a moment or two
And pray someday my dream will come true

No Choices of My Own ©

Louis Homen/Alice Homen 10/26/02

Born into a crazy world
Never to understand
Grasping for a glimpse of hope
Lost in the Holy Land

Reaching for a handout
It happens once in a while
Settling for something
As simple as a smile

I overheard some women whisper
Of a country far away
Yet when they talk aloud
They must condemn their evil ways

Chorus:
Will someone out there hear me
I know I am not alone
Trapped inside a sheltered world
With no choices of my own

Not allowed to show my face
I must walk a step behind
Not allowed to have a say
My world is not so kind

The classroom is no place for me
They have shattered all my dreams
Not asking for authority
Just a life is all I need

Chorus:
Will someone out there hear me
I know I am not alone
Trapped inside my sheltered world
With no choices of my own

If I Roped Me A Cowboy © -

Louis Homen - 04/11/04

(I had to write this as a result of all

the same sex marriages going on)

Who gets the bigger closet
Do you think he'll wear my clothes
Who takes out the trash
How am I supposed to know
Who’s gonna cut the grass
And wear the sexy underwear
Who’s gonna drive the duly
And who fetches whom a beer

Yea if I roped me a Cowboy
Oh I’d be so confused
I’ll take my woman any day
But you are free to choose
Yes, you are free to choose

Who pays at the movies
Who gets all the headaches
Which one does the giving
And which one does the take
Which cowboy pops the question
Who has the baby and how
Who's gonna do the laundry
And are toilet seats up or down

Yea if I roped me a Cowboy
Oh I’d be so confused
I’ll take a good woman any day
But you are free to choose
Yes you are free to choose

Who buys the wedding ring
And which one is the groom
Do we both attend the bachelor party
And who opens the door for whom
Who twirls whom on the dance floor
And which ones in the kitchen
Who's gonna do the dishes
And what about all the bitchin

Bitch On a Hawg © – Louis Homen 5/15/04

She drives her old Mustang
She answers the phone
A little dictation
But never a moan

She files all the papers
She checks all the mail
But come Friday at five
She lets it all go to hell

Cause she’s a bitch on a hawg
She’s a bitch on a hawg
Hanging on to her man
She turns every head
She’s a bitch on a hawg, come on

Instrumental

Tattoos and leather
Dew rag on her head
Don’t think she can’t do it
Cause believe me she can

Cause she’s a bitch on a hawg
She’s a bitch on a hawg
Hanging on to her man
She turns every head
She’s a bitch on a hawg

Instrumental - Repeat Chorus & take her home

A Six Pack Ago © – Louis A Homen 7/02/2003

A six pack ago I was holding you
For the last time I suppose
A six pack ago I started to cry
As I headed on down the road

I pulled in the first place I saw
Watched a good ole friendly fight
This pretty young lady asked me to dance
Oh how it made my night

A slow dance ago I was missin you
As the music softly played
A slow dance ago it seemed as if
Everything would be ok

But as the beer was wearing off
And the lights were turned back on
Once again I realized
This time she’s really gone

A six pack ago I was holding you
For the last time I suppose
A six pack ago I started to cry
As I headed on down the road

Full Circle © – Louis Homen 6/8/04

Now I went out the other night
Happy hour with some buddies of mine
When straight up to me comes a pretty young thing
With a smile a giggle and a belly button ring
A drink or so later a joke and a laugh or two
She catches a glimpse of my left hand
And says, cowboy so what are you up to
I said I appreciate your company
Your sure easy on the eyes
I hope you find the one for you
Not just any old bar room guy

As for me we bless our food each night
Pray the Lord our soul to keep
More times than not when the sun goes down
We laugh ourselves to sleep
You see my wedding ring is a full circle
And the most beautiful gal I know
I caught her 8 months pregnant with a ball glove on
She was pitching to my 6 year old.

Well its time for me to head on out,
To tuck in the ones I adore,
I tipped my hat & said my goodbyes
And I walked on out the door
I've used the words only a time or two
How they’re taken I’m not real sure,
Designed to turn any woman away

But they just might love you more

The kind of guy they're looking for.

Just A Seed ©– Louis Homen 10/26/03

I’m just a seed searching for fertile ground,
But the evil winds keep leading me astray
Oh Lord shield me from temptation
And guide me along the way

Why do we choose the rocky path
When we know no fruit will ever yield
The thorns of evil will consume us all
Oh Shepherd me to the fertile fields

Chorus:
Then send in the sunshine, and pour on the rain
Oh protect me from the bitter cold
For I have found the fertile ground
Now my fruit will yield a hundred fold
And I will give it up to you, And your people too
I’ll give it all up to you, Oh let your son shine through

We’re all lost seeds searching for fertile ground,
But the evil winds keep leading us astray
Then you wrapped your arms around us
We were lost but now we’re found,
Your light has shown us the way

To Chorus:
So send in the sunshine, and pour on the rain
Oh protect us from the bitter cold,
For we have found (alleluia) the fertile ground,
Now our fruit will yield a hundred fold
And we’ll give it up to you, and your people too
We’ll give it all up to you, Oh let your son shine through

Let your son shine through…. Repeat

4 O’ clock With Jesus © Louis A. Homen

10/20/04 – 12/30/2006

Antother busy day tomorrow
I’ll check my schedule once again
Here’s one I can’t remember
It’s a 4’Oclock with Him

It’s hard to imagine a meeting with the Lord
Will all my sins be on display
Give me time just a little more time
Or perhaps, can we make it another day

Now, the morning Son has risen
As I watch the time go by
Should have gone to church last Sunday
You know it never even crossed my mind

Chorus:
A 4 O’clock with Jesus
What a wonderful wonderful thing
A one on one with the Lord
A God who can heal all your pain
He can even stop the rain

Should I dust off my Bible
Put on my Sunday shoes
Memorize some scriptures
Like the saviors on the blvd. do

Or I’ll just be myself
Don’t know what I’m gonna say
But I’ll be ashamed to look Him in the eye
And try to tell Him why, I drifted away

Chorus:

Now it’s about that time
For the meeting to begin
Suddenly His love just hit me
Like a gust of wind,
It brought me to my knees
And I prayed I’m sorry, I’m sorry
I’m sorry, I’m sorry

Chorus: