¡Amigos! (EP)

by Jim Dalton

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Acoustic demos recorded 2/10/2015 & 2/11/2015

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released February 12, 2015

Recorded, engineered, and produced by J. Dalton at Lazy J Ranch
Denver, Colorado, USA
All songs © James Dalton ASCAP
Cover art Melissa Schleuger www.MelissaSchleuger.com

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Jim Dalton Denver, Colorado

Colorado-based Country, Americana, Roots singer-songwriter, and lead guitarist for Roger Clyne & the Peacemakers. Lead singer & guitarist of the Railbenders and the Hickman-Dalton Gang.

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Track Name: ¡Amigos!
When you're out at the bar and you've had way too much
Who's gonna come pick you up?
Next time please call me and don't go to jail
You still owe me last weekend's bail

Wherever we go, no matter how far
Nothing can change who we are
Amigos, amigos

When your piece of shit pickup breaks down once again
I know you don't have AAA
Who will reluctantly help out a friend?
Who's only a phone call way?

And when you've got a secret that you need to hide,
who's gonna keep it inside
Amigos, right from the start
Amigos, we'll never part
Amigos, that's Spanish for friends
Amigos, until the end

And if some jerk, down at your work
Is pissing you off to no end
Don't kick his ass, you'll probably get canned
I'll handle your light work my friend

When you're crazy ass girlfriend kicks you out again
You know who lives just 'round the bend
By the way that relationship's one you should end
I'm telling you this as a friend

Cause I heard she's banging like 10 other guys
Amigos will tell you no lies

Amigos, right from the start
Amigos, we'll never part
Amigos, means Spanish for friends
Amigos, until the end
Track Name: Call It Good
For reasons not too hard to comprehend
The story here is comin' to an end
So things didn't go the way we thought they could
Why don't we agree to call it good

No way we can go back the start
There is nothing left to tear apart
No need to explain
What is understood
Why don't we agree to call it good

May the road rise to meet you
The sunshine always greet you
And may the wind be always at your back
Let's have no regrets
We did the best we could
But the time is right to call it good

We did our best, outlasted all the rest
But in the end we couldn't pass the test
And things didn't go
Like we hoped they would
The time has come for us to call it good
The time is right for us to call it good
Why don't we agree to call it good
Track Name: Tucson Troubadour
There's a dude a know from north of Mexico
Some people call him Roger
I just call him bro
And I also call him Singing Scorpion
and the Dylan of the desert
and the poet on the run

His name is Roger Clyne and he lives among the cactus
He's never on time and he doesn't like to practice
He always leaves 'em wanting more
He's the Tucson Troubadour

He is lean and mean, a songwriting machine
He wrote that song Banditos, and the King of the Hill Theme
He is also a conservationist
and when people don't recycle, he gets kinda pissed

His name is Roger Clyne and lives among the cactus
He's never on time and he doesn't like to practice
He sings about an open door
He's the Tucson Troubadour

And you can take him out of Arizona
But you'll never take Arizona out of the man
He's loves the Arizona land
He digs the Arizona sand

Yeah you can take him out of Arizona
but you'll never take Arizona out of the man
He's got an Arizona tan
Give him an Arizona hand

And he has a lot of songs that rhyme with O like DinerO, MexicO, AmericanO, BuffalO
Just went I thought that he was done rhyming in O
He went and wrote another and it's called ¡GeronimO!

His name is Roger Clyne and lives among the cactus
He's never on time and he doesn't like to practice
He always leaves 'em wanting more
He's the Tucson Troubadour

His name is Roger Clyne and lives among the cactus
He's never on time and he doesn't like to practice
He sings about an open door
He's the Tucson Troubadour

He always leaves 'em wanting more
He's the Tucson Troubadour

Cha! Cha! Cha!
Track Name: The Drifter
He is the drifter
He left tomorrow behind
For a life on the highway
He's the traveling kind

He once had a good love
'til cruel fate intervened
So he rode toward the sunset
To find a new dream

The highways and byways
Serve as his kin
Truckstops and diners
Are family to him

Good days don't come easy
Always more lows than highs
But it's all that he has now
So he stays on and rides

And he rides slow and easy
Hoping to find
Someone to notice
Someone to be kind

And that high lonesome drifter
Has nothing to lose
'cept an old lover's memory
and his traveling blues