wes youssi

Down Low

Release Date: January 26, 2018 Wes Youssi Album Artwork

Ready To Run
Cadillac Man
Crazy Train
Southbound Train
High Time
Some of What We Used to Do
Green Dream
I Ain’t a Quitter
Down Low
Everything’s Blue
Down in a Bottle
Champ Boogie

Lyrics

Lately the air feels too heavy
I try sleep but my mind ain’t willing
Turn on the TV, but watch the ceiling
Everything’s blue

I take a walk, but I get nowhere
Hit the booze, but still think clear
Even the stars, seem stuck in the air
Everything’s Blue

I know I should give up, and accept you’ve gone
tell my mind to start replacing, dreams with both of us
so I try to bury your memory, cry these tears, behind walls
But at night my mind escapes me, turns my heartbreak in to song
I don’t love you, I’m leaving, it’s you, and I found someone new
that’s your song, it don’t stop playing, Makes everything blue

I go out, but I’m all alone
drive past your house, but there ain’t no lights on
wait up all night, but you never come home
Everything’s Blue

I say your name, but I’m all out of air
Take the blame, but know you don’t care
Guess it’s too late, but hold out you’re there
Everything’s Blue

My friends say I should cheer up…have some fun
and don’t dwell on the heartache, it happens to every one So I try to bury your memory, cry these tears, in mason jars
But at night my mind escapes me, turns my heartbreak in to song
I don’t love you, I’m leaving, it’s you, and I found someone new
that’s your song, it don’t stop playing, Makes everything blue
that’s your song, it don’t stop playing, Makes everything blue

Sitting on the corner tapping my feet
Watching them cars going down the street
A V8 memory come into my mind
The First time I learned how to ride a bike

An old country bar with a parking lot
Grandpa saying it’s a perfect spot
Giddy-up & pedal, and away I ride
Then I crashed right in to something long and white

Well maybe it’s hill-billy destiny
or living too fast that American Dream
Country bar, neon, blood on the street
Well all I can tell is what’s done to me

Lots a cars running on down the street
but when I see a Cadillac it’s like it speaks to me
40 inch wheels riding up real high
Slammed down low anyway is fine

Electric Windows, leather, and chrome trim
Spinning wheels, going round in my head
Party in the back, everybody’s high
Country, rock, blues, rap, turn it up high

Well maybe it’s hill-billy destiny
or living too fast that American Dream
Country bar, neon, blood on the street
Well all I can tell is what’s done to me

40 years later, I’m still killing time
Reading bout Cadillacs; up all night
My old man wonders if I gone insane
Pin-ups, Cadillacs, Cold Whisky

and When I get down and I’m all alone
I dream about a day I can get my own
Cruising broadway, little lady inside
Cowboy, boots, guitar, big smile

Well maybe it’s hill-billy destiny
or living too fast that American Dream
Country bar, neon, blood on the street
Well all I can tell is what’s done to me

I’ll Tell you folks I’ve been around
bar-to-bar, and town to town
These gals standing round want romance

Jeans and boots looking fine
neon lights and eager eyes
but hardly any dudes wanna dance

Boy’s hear that kick drum thumping
from your head down to your toes
Steel guitar jumping and a waking up your soul

Champ Boogie here we go
just like riding a bicycle
Now you’re making love on the dance floor

I’ll Tell you folks I’ve been around
Society and dumpy towns
These gals are dreaming bout a real man

Bald, blind, high-water pants
You’re thinking he ain’t got a chance
Somehow he’s having luck, cause he can dance

Boy’s hear that kick drum thumping
from your head down to your toes
Steel guitar jumping and waking up your soul

Champ Boogie here we go
just like riding a bicycle
Now you’re making love on the dance floor

We can’t go dancing anymore
and we can’t shop together at the store
and when it comes to making dinner,
we might as well give up all together…

cause I’lI get mad and walk out the door
and you’ll break my favorite mug on the floor
raise some hell, shouting and screaming
But not hearing anything that we are saying………

So darling I think we should take it slow
and we’ll… get this crazy train under control

Well I know I ain’t no Mr Right
and you ain’t been no angel all your life
the more we try for the perfect marriage
the more we know, it’s more weight than we can carry

So let’s stop hauling this ball and chain
Tear down this old American Dream,
cool the fire coming from our engines,
and point this train in a new direction………

So darling I think we should take it slow
and we’ll… get this crazy train under control

Now let’s talk about what we do right
We sure as hell can start a fight
and when it comes to old time loving
all we needs the moon to get going

So let’s save them troubles for tomorrow night
stay out late, drink some red wine,
leave our worries on paper dishes
and settle the score when the morning dew wakes us………

So darling I think we should take it slow
and we’ll… get this crazy train under control

I’m going Down & Down, Down & Down, Down & Down, Downtown
Searching for someone that makes me forget her
Get me spinning round & round, round & round, round & round
whisky going down, till I don’t remember

Well I know-I know, I-know, I-know, I-Know, I-Know, I-Know
A little more self-control, would do me better
But my heart says No, No, No, No, No, No
I’m going off the wall, Hi-Ball,
blow a load of dough, ya’know I’m getting down low

My phone, phone, phone, phone, phone, phone
been blowing up all night long but I won’t answer
Rather be alone, lone, lone, lone ,lone, lone, lone
Play every jukebox song that I remember

Well I know-I know, I-know, I-know, I-Know, I-Know, I-Know
going home, writing a song, would do me better
But my heart says oh No, No, No, No, No No
I’m going off the wall, Hi-Ball,
blow a load of dough, ya’know I’m getting down low

Bars lights, keep me from going crazy
Hard times, I’m dancing them away
Good songs, bout heartaches and failing
Lord… ya know I’m gonna be okay

I need’a tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall,
bleach blonde who’s got it all, to make me forget her
love me all night long, long, long, long, long
take every, sad song away forever

Well I know-I know, I-know, I-know, I-Know, I-Know, I-Know
I’m getting damn old, I should know better
But my heart says Hell No, No, No, No, No
I’m going off the wall, Hi-Ball,
blow a load of dough, ya’know I’m getting down low

I’m going Down & Down, Down & Down, Down & Down, Downtown
Searching for someone to make me forget her
Get me spinning round & round, round & round, round & round
whisky going down, till I don’t remember

Well I know-I know, I-know, I-know, I-Know, I-Know, I-Know
A little more self-control, would do me better
But my heart says No, No, No, No, No No
I’m going off the wall, Hi-Ball,
blow a load of dough, ya’know I’m getting down low

I’m going off the wall, Hi-Ball,
blow a load of dough, ya’know I’m getting down low

Gather round people my story to share
I used to have nothing; no money to spare
I planted some seeds, I planted them seeds
In these hard times; the treasures was under my feet

Used to go out and do it up right
now I’m tending crops stay’n up all night
trimming the leaves, trimming the leaves
In hard times, the work is 7 days a week

Now l had friends; were never happy
I see’em coming always laughing
smoking that weed, smoking that weed
In these hard times, I keep’em all smiling

I got some buddies in the working ranks
put their money in corporate banks
but it’s not for me, not it’s not for me
In these hard times, the treasures under your feet

Got me a partner to help it grow
office, car, address and phone
we’re a company, we’re a company
No more bad times, hello american dream

Well my friends, my story’s over
get yourself that 9 leaf clover
grow some green, smoke some green
In these hard times; the treasures under your feet

Well I’m fired up lately I can’t say why
my heart is talking to me but my voice is quiet
like I run out of all the aces in my deck

So I’m wondering right now, how I’ll ever get away
always being tied down, doing everything they say
while the bossman’s on [B7] vacation, I’m breaking a leg…

…Think maybe it’s….
high time, I get some attention
They say the squeaky wheel is the one that gets mended
Facing… hard times, I can’t explain
a million little fires, running wild in my brain
and I’m so tired…can’t hear myself thinking
I’ll work this thing out lord, shouting & a’singing

Well I’m always day-dreaming and making big plans
but lord I’m getting no where, working for the man
ole devil going round parad’in in my head….

So I’m wondering right now, how I’ll ever get away
always being tied down, doing everything they say
while the bossman’s on vacation, I’m breaking a leg…

You can try to break, my heart
Spit on me, when I’m turned around
You can steal, my old car
Throw parties, and leave me out

Yea, you can screw me, black & blue me
Even talk badly to me
I might cry and take a walk outside
but it won’t slow me down

Cause… I AIN’T A QUITTER….. NO
This horse won’t break, he’ll run through the rain, ain’t afraid, of bad weather
I AIN’T A QUITTER NO
Rather hell to pay, than look at my face, and see you think you’re the winner

Yea, you can say I’m good for nothing
Got no brains, all broken down
But…I ain’t a Quitter,
No I’ll be back for another round

Yea, you can say I’m good for nothing
Got no brains, all broken down
But…I ain’t a Quitter,
No I’ll be back for another round
Yes, I’ll be back, for another round

I’m gonna fall right down, into a bottle
gonna stay right there, til’er ain’t no tomorrow
gonna drown this hurt, with every swallow
then I’ll get her, outta my mind

Well my old gal, nothing but trouble
she’d be nagging all day, then wouldn’t snuggle
and I tried everything, to burst her bubble
but she was always pushing me away

She used short skirts & other things I can’t mention
just to work me over, take all my pension
so now I’m giving this bottle, all my affection
and it’s making me feel just great

So I’m gonna fall right down, into a bottle
gonna stay right there, til’er ain’t no tomorrow
gonna drown this hurt, with every swallow
then I’ll get her, outta my mind

She started trashing my name, say’in I’m a loser
and that she could do better, than some broke abuser
So I sat there dazed, while my accuser
says I’d seen better days

Now I realize, all the time I wasted
Coulda packed my things, been out a chasin
some fine loving dames, instead a freezing
and being given all the blame

S0 I’m gonna fall right down into a bottle
gonna stay right there til there ain’t no tomorrow
gonna our this drown this hurt with every swallow
then I’ll get her outta my mind

So I ain’t sitting, ain’t laying round dreaming
I’m getting sideways, purg’n that demon
and I know someday, that I’ll be meet’n
a fine gal to take her place…

Yea I’m gonna fall right down into a bottle
gonna stay right there til there ain’t no tomorrow
gonna our this drown this hurt with every swallow
then I’ll get her outta my mind

I’m gonna fall right down into a bottle
gonna stay right there til there ain’t no tomorrow
gonna our this drown this hurt with every swallow
then I’ll get her outta my mind
then I’ll get her outta my mind

Momma said I’m going nowhere
Daddy don’t seem to care
everything I did was wrong
They tried hard to school me
and get the rulebook through to me
but I was always somewhere far off

No bright lights or big cities
I’m in them ole pine trees
call out to me, but I don’t come
ready, ready, ready, to run

My life wasn’t written down
I had to get out and look around
learning every time I’d fall
While the most kids stayed in the neighborhood
I was running in the woods
turning over every rock

No bright lights or big cities
I’m in them ole pine trees
call out to me, but I don’t come
ready, ready, ready, to run

Now the days pass me by
I’m stuck here in my 9 to 5
the real world finally caught up
and the woods next to our house
were eventually cut down
now it’s where rich guys play golf

… But when I see a grove a trees
they start talking to me
I think I’ll get out and take a walk

No bright lights or big cities
I’m in them ole pine trees
call out to me, but I’m gone
ready, ready, ready, to run
ready, ready, ready, to run

How about doing some of what we used to do
Like getting on the floor and dancin’,
Where’s there’s bar lights and romancing,
look into my eyes and we’ll glide across the room

I’m telling you it’s so easy
But you saying you’re too dang busy
So I’m wondering now, will I ever get through to you
Your lovin’s electricity, but the hold-ups a dog-gone mystery
So how’s about doing some of what we used to do

How’s about talkin a little like you used to do
I used to pine when readin your letters
all you wanted was to get together
but those days are gone
Now all I hear is "what I never do"

Our lives have got complicated
And our jobs are making us jaded
but I shouldn’t need a schedule, just spend some time with you
I’ll be the first to say you’re worth it, unless we throw our lives away working
So how’s about doing some of what we used to do

Our love may have gotten older
But it don’t mean it should be growing colder
At heart we’re the same two lovers
We just need to go back to go forward

So how’s about getting wild like we used to do
Find a lake to go swimming
maybe do some skinny-dippin
Steal kisses in the sun, like new lovers do

Girl we been too long in the city
and it’s only giving us misery
Sitting in traffic, instead of knocking boots
So let’s get out in the country, where it ain’t about all that money
And we’ll do some, some of what we used to do
Yea we’ll do some, some of what we used to do

Work is going crazy but
My boss says I’m lazy
this ain’t worth what they pay me
I’m thinking bout a Southbound Train

The sky around here’s dark
It’s even cloudy in my heart
Here comes another storm
Book me on that Southbound Train

Now don’t get me wrong
I love my good ole Mountain Home
But when that cold air chills my bones
I start missing all my friends below

I’m dreaming bout them tall pines
Rocky tops and Southern skies
Stones thats grow’in moonshine
and riding on a Southbound Train

I stowed away my rocks glass
Cigar and coat flask
Hope its enough to last
When I’m riding on this Southbound Train

We’ll waltz across the border
Toe-to-toe / shoulder-to-shoulder
Thank god the war is over!
Book me on that Southbound Train

Now baby don’t delay
Pack our boots, hats & money
Throw’em in that suitcase
Let’s get us……on a South….bound train