Pedal Steel Heaven (lyrics)

Christmas Song

2007-10-09T07:37:00.000-07:00

Jed Staack - drums
Paul Liebenow - upright bass
Jed Germond - pedal steel
Tom Feldmann - guitar/vocals

Verse
Mary, Mary sing us a song for you were favored by the lord.
To carry the child, carry the child that the prophesy fore tolled.
Would rise up to free us, cleanse and redeem us from the sins of old.
So Mary, Mary sing us your song of rejoice to the lord.

Verse
Jesus in the wilderness born to be a catalyst, he bore your stripes like it was his privilege.
To carry what you could not hold, bury death that gripped your soul and be what you could not be yourself.
And even though some say he’s dead, I believe he rose again and I still believe he lives.
Halle, Halle, Hallelujah

Verse
Jesus, Jesus, born this day. So fine and so fair
He lived for you all and died for you all but do you even care
He lived for you all and died for you all but do you even care
He lived for you all and died for you all but do you even care

the Christian Cowboy

2007-10-09T07:36:00.000-07:00

Written by Tom Feldmann © 2007. ASCAP

Jed Staack - drums
Paul Liebenow - upright bass
Jed Germond - pedal steel
Tom Feldmann - guitar/vocals

Chorus
It’s so hard to be the Christian cowboy
With no more dancing girls and drunken barroom fights
How I miss those honky-tonks and shooting pool all night
Beneath the dim dance hall lights

Verse
I once was a restless and weary wanderer
And I roamed, I roamed from town to town
I drank whiskey, oh that whiskey yeah I drank some
When they lined em up you bet I drank em down

Chorus
It’s so hard to be the Christian cowboy
With no more dancing girls and drunken barroom fights
How I miss those honky-tonks and shooting pool all night
Beneath the dim dance hall lights

Verse
But in my heart lord you knew that I was lonesome
That I’d grown tired of always moving round
So I traded in my sin for your salvation
Lord I picked up your bible and I layed my bottle down

Chorus
Now I’m proud to be the Christian cowboy
With no more dancing girls and drunken barroom fights
I don’t miss those honky-tonks or shooting pool all night
Yes I’m proud to be the Christian cowboy
Yes I’m proud to be the Christian cowboy

Pedal Steel Heaven

2007-10-09T07:34:00.000-07:00

Written by Tom Feldmann © 2007. ASCAP

Jed Staack - drums
Paul Liebenow - upright bass
Jed Germond - pedal steel
Tom Feldmann - guitar/vocals

Verse
Jesus I don’t want to be the only one
Of my friends in heaven. Of my friends in heaven
I don’t want to be the only one.
So please save my friends. Save my friends

Verse
Jesus whose gonna play a train beat so well in heaven
A train beat in heaven. A train beat in heaven.
I don’t want to be the only one.
So please save my friends. Save my friends

Verse
Jesus whose gonna slap the string bass in heaven.
The string bass in heaven. Slap the string bass in heaven.
I don’t want to be the only one.
So please save my friends. Save my friends

Verse
Jesus whose gonna play the guitar so slow in heaven.
So slow in heaven. So slow in heaven.
I don’t want to be the only one.
So please save my friends. Save my friends

Verse
Jesus whose gonna play the pedal steel in heaven.
The pedal steel in heaven. Pedal steel in heaven.
I don’t want to be the only one.
So please save my friends. I don’t want to be the only one.
So please save my friends. I don’t want to be the only one.
In pedal steel heaven. Pedal steel heaven.In pedal steel heaven.

South Dakota Farm

2007-10-09T07:31:00.000-07:00

Jed Staack - drums
Paul Liebenow - upright bass
Tom Feldmann - guitar/vocals

Chorus
Pour me a drink Savannah
Augusta's dancing slow
Lips to my ear runs her hand through my hair
The sun set along time ago, the sun set along time ago

Verse
Railroad tracks and old silo
My farm is broken down
Tractor in the back all covered in rust
Because my crops won't grow

Verse
They said my ground is barren
From chemical seed and spray
With three hungry mouths pining for food
I'll toil the soil anyway

Chorus
Pour me a drink Savannah
Augusta's dancing slow
Lips to my ear runs her hand through my hair
The sun set along time ago, the sun set along time ago

Verse
Spring turned to summer
Still my crops won't grow
I borrowed all the money that I could
But the bank won't lend anymore

Verse
So I lost my deed to the farm
They drove me from my land
We're living down at the shelter
Unemployment line is where I stand

Chorus
Pour me a drink Savannah
Augusta's dancing slow
Lips to my ear runs her hand through my hair
The sun set along time ago, the sun set along time ago

Verse
I gave my wife some money
So she could get away
I loaded my kids up on to the train
And I said I'll see you all someday

Verse
But winter came a rollin'
By my shelter door
And I got so drunk that I lost my way home
And froze out in the cold

Chorus
Pour me a drink Savannah
Augusta's dancing slow
Lips to my ear runs her hand through my hair
The sun set along time ago, the sun set along time ago

Pour me a drink Savannah
Pour me a drink Savannah
Pour me a drink Savannah

Long, Long Road

2007-10-09T07:29:00.000-07:00

Written by Tom Feldmann © 2007. ASCAP

Jed Staack - drums
Paul Liebenow - upright bass
Jed Germond - pedal steel
Tom Feldmann - guitar/vocals

Inst.

Verse
It's a long, long road
It's a long, long road
It's a long, long road
It's a long, long road

Inst.

Verse
It's a long, long road
It's a long, long road
It's a long, long road
And it ain't hard to see, how much better off I'd be, with you behind the wheel

Inst.

Verse
It's a long, long road
It's a long, long roadIt's a long, long road
It's a long, long roadVerseIt's a long, long road
It's a long, long roadIt's a long, long road
And it ain't hard to see, how much better off I'd be, with you behind the wheel

Fast Living, Slow Suicide

2007-10-09T07:26:00.000-07:00

Written by Abraham Piper/Tom Feldmann. © Tom Feldmann, 2007. ASCAP

Jed Staack - drums
Paul Liebenow - upright bass
Jed Germond - pedal steel
Tom Feldmann - guitar/vocals

Verse
Hug your mama son, tell her I'll be round again
I'm hitching from Ohio down to Alabam
I'll do my best to call sometime along the line
But this fast time living's just a a slow suicide

Verse
I made it to Montgomery on my first ride
I've walked as best I can along that highway side
And there ain't nothing sweeter than leaving some old town behind
But this fast time living's just a a slow suicide

Verse
I'm looking for work on the south side of Mobile
I don't mind what kind just something for a meal
Than I think I'll head on to that Louisiana line
But this fast time living's just a a slow suicide

Verse
Hug your mama son, tell her I'll be round again
I'm hitching from Ohio down to Alabam
It ain't the going that hurts it's the leaving you behind
And this fast time living's just a a slow suicide

Weary Traveler

2007-10-09T07:20:00.001-07:00

Written by Tom Feldmann © 2007. ASCAP

Jed Staack - drums
Paul Liebenow - upright bass
Jed Germond - pedal steel
Tom Feldmann - guitar/vocals

Verse
Are you weary
Of travelin'
Down lifes highway
That only leads to ruin

Verse
Have you gone
So far
That your so ashamed
Of who you are

For you've tried so many times before
But you fall back to the floor
Won't you run, won't you run
Won't you run, home to me

Chorus
Where I will give you rest, such sweet rest
Where I will give you peace, such sweet peace
I will lift your head and give you strength
So won't you run, won't you run, home to me

Verse
For I have laid down
My life for
Your life
I paid the cost

Verse
It was my life that paid your deaths price
It was my love just for you
With my life I paid your deaths price

So you can run, so you can run,
so you can run home to me

Chorus
And I will give you rest, such sweet rest
I will give you peace, such sweet peace
I will lift your head and give you strength

So won't you run, won't you run, home to me
Won't you run, won't you run, home to me
Won't you run, won't you run, home to me