Ryan Bingham Lay My Head On The Rail

Well, I’m back on that road again

Nothin’ slows me down

I ain’t seen a single smile

Since I left your town

All these people just keep lookin’ ’round

Can’t look him in the eye

LA’s like the movies

And I’m still wonderin’ why

I’m holdin’ on

Lay my head down on the rail

Sing my way back home

Road signs are hazy and

The miles start to unwind

But I ain’t never lookin’ back

‘Cause there’s nothin’ left behind

My fingertips are bleedin’

They’re right down to the bone

Can’t believe I’m out again

On the high lonesome road

I’m holdin’ on

Lay my head down on the rail

Sing my way back home

The headlights are blindin’ and

The diesels are on fire

Haulin’ ass down a mountain pass

To the California state line

If you could see my bleedin’ feet

You might hang your head and cry

But don’t you shed a tear, my dear

For I’m comin’ home tonight

I’m holdin’ on

Lay my head down on the rail

Sing my way back home

Lay my head down on the rail

Sing my way back home

Ryan Bingham Ghost Of Travelin’ Jones

An empty sack of dust

Or just a box of bones

Call me what you will, son

My name’s Travelin’ Jones

And I search for the fire

Stumbled upon with a precious desire

Travelin’ Jones

Have you seen the miles

Have you smelled the whiskey and the smoke

Burnin’ out underneath your tires

Travelin’ Jones

You’re the Travelin’ Jones

Tell me the secrets of an endless road

It’s not where you’ve been, son

It’s what you understand

Do you know the right from wrong

Tell me, boy, are you an honest man

Have you ever felt the fire

Stumbled upon with a precious desire

Have your fingers bled, boy

Off sin’s strings

Tied to that wooden box

That you’re playin’ across your knee

Have you ever felt the fire

Stumbled upon with a precious desire

Travelin’ Jones

I’ve seen the miles

I’ve played in every honky-tonk bar

Behind that chicken wire

Travelin’ Jones

You’re the Travelin’ Jones

Tell me the secrets of an endless road

An empty sack of dust

Or just a box of bones

Call me what you will, son

My name’s Travelin’ Jones

And I found the fire

Ryan Bingham Change Is

Take yourself out of your mind

Away from everything they say you are

A breeding bed of lies builds nothing at all

I’d rather be standing up tall and strong

Take yourself out of your mind

Open your eyes to the morning sun

Take into yourself everything you have become

If you believe enough to lead there’s nothing to be won

Take yourself out of your mind

Listen to the rhythm of a different drum

Start with just a walk and break into a run

Together we will come and see the madness be undone

Take yourself out of mind

Move out the way or tear down the wall

Don’t start it all over if it has not been resolved

If you stray there is no change in the end your gonna fall

Change is in your mind

Change is part of your life

Change is in your mind

Change is in your eyes

Take yourself out of your mind

Wake up to the morning sun

Take into yourself everything you have become

If you believe than you can lead there’s nothing to be won

Ryan Bingham Every Wonder Why

If you ever see me walking down the side of the road

Would you ever stop and wonder why

Would you think it’s lost that I paid the cost

Stop and give a poor boy a ride

And forget my past

‘Cause if I ever get home, I’m never gonna worry ’bout the things that I could’ve done

‘Cause I’ve done a lot of things I could’ve done better

But now it don’t matter none

I’ve raised my glass

‘Cause I fell in love and then lost touch

I dropped it and broke her heart

I drove off a cliff

And I barely missed

Walkin’ with her in the park

Just a selfish boy

But I have not forgot that the food in the pot ain’t cookin’ for a boy like me

I been fightin’ all night with the dogs in the alley, looking for a bone to eat

Starving to death

Everybody’s troubled with your hustle and your bustle

The payment on the house is late

If I ever have a problem like that

I guess I’ll be in pretty good shape

You can kiss my ass goodbye

When I feel the wind blow

See a ghost in the road

And headlights are a beautiful sight

And out in the desert

I can sit under them heavens

And watch the sun keep settin’ for miles

And here comes another song

Then I take a pen and a little piece of paper

I scribble on down the lines

And what you’re hearing now

Is something I found

Hidin’ way down inside

The cellar of my heart

And I hope everybody had a real good time

I hope I didn’t bring you down

These ain’t sad songs

So don’t take ’em wrong

I haven’t been home in a while

Well, I’ll see you all around

Ryan Bingham Hands Of Time

Running out of time, I got to move on

Got to move before the darkness and the daylight come

Running out of time, I got to move on

Got to move before the madness of the maker’s son

So take me to a straightaway and I’ll outrun

The hands of time

The hands of time

The hands of time, a precious thing

Just can’t wait around to hear the fat lady sing

The hands of time, a precious thing

I just can’t live so I can die on memory lane

So take me to a straightaway and I’ll outrun

The hands of time

The hands of time

The hands of time

The hands of time

Running out of time, I got to move on

Got to move before the darkness and the daylight come

Running out of time, I got to move on

Got to move before the madness of the maker’s son

So take me to a straightaway and I’ll outrun

The hands of time

The hands of time

The hands of time

The hands of time

Ryan Bingham Sunrise

Here I go again

Straight up out the motel

Hock my guitar out of a pawn shop jail

If I quit, I’m just rolling the dice

Couldn’t pass up the red beans and rice

Singing

[Chorus:]

Oh, my my

See them girls shake their ass

Underneath the sunrise

Oh, my my

Taste the sugar on their lips

Underneath that moonlight

Well I’ve never met the devil with a one-eyed dog

You can lead a blind man out of Vietnam

Everybody’s beggin, everybody wants a chance

Stuck in a storm, we’ll do a rain dance

[Chorus]

I’m taking my chances

I’m taking my sins

Throwin’ ’em down the hill and I’ll watch ’em come around again

Watched ’em fall, watched ’em rise up to the sky

A hundred miles an hour across the river to the other side

[Chorus]

Ryan Bingham Gun Fightin Man

Can you understand?

How does the devil and a gun get in a dead man’s hand?

It’s hard to make amends

When you’re six feet underneath a no man’s land

He was a gun fightin man

It was the power of a choice

To never hear his mother’s tears but to feel her voice

Through a world of wicked eyes

Just a-bleedin from the hip of a wild brush fire

He was a gun fightin man

Love will never know

That blood is a shadow of a stain in the road

Another smile with no remorse

When death comes a-ridin that pale white horse

He was a gun fightin man

Ryan Bingham The Other Side

Every time I turn around

A man tries to get me down

I just can’t see your face

I’m blinded by the sun

Living on the run

And I can’t remember this place

Take me to the other side

Let me go when I’m high

Take me to the other side, pretty mama

And on the wind won’t you let me ride

I better slow down before I wreck

Driving on the river’s edge

My momma says, “Come back home.”

But I can’t keep em running fast

Burning up the year’s grass

Another sands dirt road

Won’t you take me to the other side

Let me go when I’m high

Won’t you take me to the other side, pretty mama

And on the wind won’t you let me ride

Cowboy’s your given name

Nothing ever stays the same

‘Cept the rain falling down

You can’t keep from goin’

No the wind is always damn cold

It’s time to put the hammer down

Won’t you take me to the other side

Let me go when I’m high

Won’t you take me to the other side, pretty mama

And on the wind won’t you let me ride

Won’t you take me to the other side

On the wind won’t you let me ride

Won’t you take me to the other side, pretty mama

And on the wind won’t you let me ride