Self Portrait in an Outlaw Amish Barn
"Lonesome Liz is more than just Outalw Country, she's the female Robert Johnson." - Hank Hart, Southern Fried Magazine

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video and song adaptation by Lonesome Liz

live in Richmond, video by Ron Thomas Smith

The Night and A Memory

Written with Eric Mellencamp

Got lost walkin' 'cause where I was tryin' to go to
isn't really a place; it's a face. It's you.
I've worn out holes in my shoes.
It's a fright what  the night and a memory can do.

I'm lost in the night and a memory.
I'm lost in the night and a memory.
You may say I got the Devil in me
but I'm reminded of angels when I spin in your memory.

I already wasn't right when yesterday hit me.
Like a firecracker, your echo lit me.
It was like a sleepin' dog that woke up and bit me;
the idea that you'll probably soon forget me.

And you left me in the night with a memory.
I'm stranded in the night and a memory.
Wish you'd let go of the Devil in me
'cause I'm reminded of angels when I spin in your memory.

I'll wake up somewhere anyhow, I don't know.
Wish I could wake up a long time ago
before I was chasin' your shadow
but I'm always a stone's throw
from a memory.

I'm caught in the night and a memory.
I'm lost in the night and a memory.
You may say I've got the Devil in me
but I'm reminded of angels when I spin in your memory.

I've worn out holes in my shoes
it's a fright what hte night and a memory can do.
I'd go to Hell if I had a soul to lose.
It's a fright what the night and a memory can do.

I'm scared of the night and your memory.
I'm lost in the night and your memory.
I can't let go of the Devil in me
'cause I'm lost in the night and in your memory.
I'm reminded of angels in your memory.

Warnin' Label

I should have worn a warning label
so you'd understand
I can get more than a little
out of hand.

Or maybe caution tape around me
so you'd've known soon as you found me
the outlaw routine ain't all an act.
I'm kinda mean as a matter of fact.

I'm mean but I didn't mean it.
I'm sorry that you've seen it.
The way I feel is gettin' so profound
I'm havin' a hard time writin' it down.

No it ain't the very first time
I'm reminded I should've stopped at the wine.
It won't be the last one either;
last one to remind me'll be St. Peter.

But its the very last time I'll do that to you.
I wrote you this song 'cause you're really cute.
I'm gonna write you another one too;
cause I can't keep my mind off you.

I'm mean but I didn't mean it.
I'm sorry that you've seen it.
The way I feel is gettin' so profound
I'm havin' a hard time writin' it down.

I Was Drinking Beer When the Whiskey Took Over

I was drinkin' beer when the whiskey took over.
Woke up this morning' in jail in Hanover.
It's been a long time since I was sober.
I'm not sure what I did.

I ain't upset and I ain't complainin'.
There's a lot of names that I ain't naming'.
Bein' behind bars is kinda drainin'.
Wish they'd just send me home.

If I knew what I didn't do
I sure wouldn't tell you.
I wouldn't be in here
if I'd have just stuck to beer.

I was drinkin' beer when the whiskey got to me.
Sorrow rained down and the blues walked through me.
I ain't sayin' much but it ain't on me.
So the story goes...

That's what I say and I'm sticking' to it.
I may be here but I didn't do it.
I was gonna run but I figured screw it.
That's all you need to know.

If I knew what I didn't do etc

I was drinkin' beer when the whiskey hit me
then his memory and then the misery
I'm pretty sure the Devil bit me
just leave me alone.

The judge looked straight at me this mornin'
said he'd given me fair warnin'
the whole damn thing is kinda alarmin'
wish he'd have just sent me home.

I been here too long
and I ain't done no wrong
I wouldn't be here
if I'd have just stuck to beer.

I was drinkin' beer when the whiskey got to me
everyone said that's how the Devil'd do me.
I was gonna run but didn't think they'd screw me
I didn't do no wrong.

Took three bailiffs and a sheriff to hold me
when my lawyer up and told me
down the river those bastards had sold me
bottom line, my ass is gone.


You Might Be Right, But It's All Gone Wrong

Another night hearin' how hard you've tried,
hours of remindin' me that I lied.
We've been over and over it a thousand times.
Why don't you quit, leave me and it behind?

Because you might be right but it's all gone wrong
so none of this matters anymore.
I've heard it all, heard it all too long.
Every day I wake up feelin' I've been here before.
You might be right but it's all gone wrong.

I'm not tired of listenin', just tired of listenin' to you
tell me there's not a damn thing I can do
to make it better. Let's call it a draw
or better yet, don't call me at all

because you might be right etc.

I'm gonna make things simple for a change.
Why don't you forget you know my name.
I'm leavin' in the mornin', sounds like I should.
You can talk to yourself about how I'm no good

because you might be right etc.

Rainy Day Longing

Rainy day longing
for my rainy day you
sometimes in the morning
the sky and I are more blue.

Rain echoes and you haunt me
like a shadow dancin all the time.
It would be better if you didn't want me
but I can't say that I mind.

Sometimes you fall like rain in my footsteps
other times you put up a fight.
I should probably have a few regrets
and maybe some day soon I might.

Rainy day longing
for my rainy day you
you keep creeping up without warning
and the sky and I keep gettin blue.

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