Album ‘Screen Door’

Contributed by Scott Steinocher

Lookin out the screen doorthrough the smoke into youreyes

Lookin out the screen door through the smoke into youreyes

You’resmilin through the screen door darlinits worth ten thousand goodbyes

I’m cleanin up the tables at the bar-b-q tonight

I’m cleanin up the tables at the bar-b-q tonight

I’m lookin out the screen door where your face comes in the light

You said you loved the tool pusher cause he bought you a ring

You said you loved the tool pusher cause he bought you a ring

I pledged my love a thousand times still you’re hidin behind the coke bottle machine

I make a wish when you’re not watchin but I keep my fingers crossed

Yeah its only wishful thinkin but I keep my fingers crossed

While you take the old mans orders on the checkered table cloth

You ask me what have I got darlin when I go back home

You ask me what have I got darlin when I go back home

I got a trash sack full of rib bones and a pocket full of songs

And they’re all for you

You’re waiting for the tool pusher I’m turnin out the lights

You’re waiting for the tool pusher I’m turnin out the lights

He’s got Kilgore on his collar you know how you can tell he’s got a lipstick stain tonight

I got grease from washin dishes you got a nametag on your chest

I got grease from washin dishes you got a nametag on your chest

You’re walkin out the screen door and the smoke is all that’s left

By Adam Carroll

Capo 2

I went to the barroom last night, I promised not to drink
before I went out the door that night I should have promised not to think
About the flipside of my actions when I came home alone
but I’m leavin’ too so if you come back you can expect to find me gone

Chorus
And if you wonder where I am tell you where I’ll be
Don’t use a map or a directory cuz’ I don’t like making plans or problems
I just like knockin’ around cuz’ doing nothing feels like something
when your somewhere south of town

Trees bring shade to a porch swing morning, the air smells somwhat clean
My only luxuries are my memories and they make room for my dreams
And pastures I’ve seen lots or pastures and dirt roads I’ve seen one
It may not take me to a destination but my destiny is just begun

Repeat Chorus
(I just like making my rounds)

Key change to
Maybe tomorrow you can find another man
tomorrow won’t take care of today, tomorrow is the second hand
And postcards say I’m sorry for lack of a better of a word
but goodbye says I’ll love you, goodbye never hurt

You can go to Puerto Rico spend your weekdays in the sun
and you can kill time looking at historical markers along the Highway 21
But if you drive as far Crockett, TX or if you get on a plane
You can think of me in terms of your memories but you’ll never hear me complain

Chorus

Instrumental Outro

Capo 3

Intro (repeat intro after every chorus)

Verse
You’re my FDR, you’re my lucky dime
Rollin’ circles for a song to sing
You’re one soft touch from my broken wings
One kiss from you and I lose everything

Chorus
I’ve been livin’ down in Florida
I’ve been dreaming of those causeway roads
And it’s just like me to be the one to lose my nerve
But you are the one, when my teardrops come

Verse
It’s been a while since things have changed
I talked to your old friend but I forgot her name
She mentioned things were fine with you, she said…
…you didnt bring up my name but then, she forgot that too

Chorus
I’ve been living in the U.S.A.
I’ve been walkin’ next to broken hearts
And it’s just like me to hang around and beat this drum
But you are the one, when my teardrops come

Bridge
No more sadness, no more tears
In my pretty dreams of white
One more song to count the years
Of my loniless tonight

Verse
Like distant dreams from you to me
Like lightning flashin’ on a sandy shore
Like pictures in my memory
One night with you was worth it all and more

Chorus
I’ve seen silver ships of happiness
People watching from their sad ole shores
I roll this dime one more time for you
‘Cause you are the one, when my teardrops come

And it’s just like me to raise my sail of blue
You are the one, when my teardrops come

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Capo 3rd fret

Intro:

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Lost my first wife to a woman,
Lost my second to a man.
Lost my third wife to my cousin,
Lost my fifth wife to my aunt.

Said you gotta train them girls like bulldogs, boys,
If you wanna keep ‘em around.
I got a case of Old Milwaukee,
She won’t never let me down.

Chorus:
I like to drink ‘em with my friends around.
I like to suck ‘em back till I hit the ground.
They’re here with me and
They’ll be here till the end.
Well the wife and the kids and the dogs are gone,
I can’t get Jesus on the phone,
But Old Milwaukee’s Best is my best friend.

They say Old Milwaukee ain’t the best way
For the American boy to go.
I got a dually pickup truck,
I got ten miles of open road.

My windshield’s marked with gravel
And my rearview is streaked with tears.
I got the pages of Larry Flint
To show me the honeys of the year.

Chorus

Solo

Oil prices are droppin’ now,
And my third wife had enough of that.
She ran off to the holy land with Yassir Arafat.
He’s got thirteen girls in a harem,
He’s got carpets and bags and beads,
And I got a 12-pack of Old Milwaukee
I got one more trick up my sleeve.

Chorus

Well my daddy was a preacher
In church full of old outlaws.
I’ve got about as much fear of Satan
As I’ve got of Santa Claus.

And I’ve read the Revelations,
I’m not worried in the least.
I got three six-packs of Old Milwaukee
And the number of the beast.

Chorus

Old Milwaukee’s Best is my best friend.

Ending Riff:

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By Adam Carroll

Well, the hillbillys taught me how to play guitar
City slickers taught me how to be a star
I don’t have either of ‘em down good yet
So I’m goin to the lake where I first got wet
Yeah I’m goin to the lake where I first got wet

You had tough luck chasin low down guys
You started out sour now, you’re pastureized
You got the same pretty mouth with a wiser tongue
I got radar ears, I can listen some
I got radar ears, I can listen to you some

Chorus:
And I’m not gonna push ya, I don’t wanna press
I’m not gonna put ya through some kinda test
I’m not lookin for lust or makin up lies
But I just wanna meet ya by the silver lakeside

I remember summer time boys camps, blankets and trunks
I dreamed I had a stripper in my upstairs bunk
I had a dirty kid mind that’s how I got through
I could never love a stripper the way I loved you
I could never love a stripper the way I loved you

I wish I had more heart wish I stayed outta bars
Wish I had a big shot to sign my guitars
But a big shot’s name is a paint pen scrawl
Couldn’t play it anymore, I’d have to hang it on the wall
Couldn’t play it anymore, I’d have to hang it on the wall

Chorus

The weather was dry and the whiskey was good
And bad luck you up-chucked it like I knew you would
Said God get me home, I won’t do this again
Said I won’t be your preacher, but I will be your friend
When your mama finds you like this, you’re sure gonna need a friend

We’re all lookin for something if it isn’t too much
Some are lookin to tell and some are lookin to touch
There’s a right time to talk and a wrong way to rub
If I’m lookin for something must be your love
If I’m lookin for something must be your love

And now the lake looks muddy man it’s supposed to be silver
Got stood up on the bank but I got to remember
Everything in this world has two or more sides
Like a woman, like a river, like a Ferris wheel ride
Like a woman, like a river, like a Ferris wheel ride

So come on down to the silver lake now
Now we got more to do than the night will allow
You can stick your toes in the milky sand
We can rest our hearts where it all began
We can rest our hearts where it all began

Chorus