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Live from Cash Cabin

by Caleb Caudle

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1.
Some days are just a circus and the freaks are late for work Some days aren’t even worth it and they only just exist to make you hurt some days Some days are just a shadow of every day that’s come before Some days take away everything and then they still want more some days Had I known It’d get here I woulda hoped that it would seem sincere Now I’m driving Through the Smokey Mountains In a Monte Carlo Stop at a casino Bet it all on black Some days are just a steeplechase and the waving of a flag You lose by a nose, sleep in your clothes cause that’s all that you have some days And some days throw both the gloves off and go punching through the night The crowd throws roses to the ring at the end of the fight some days Had I known It’d get here I woulda hoped that it would seem sincere Now I’m driving Through the Smokey Mountains In a Monte Carlo Stop at a casino Bet it all on black Had I known It’d get here I woulda hoped that it would seem sincere Now I’m driving Through the Smokey Mountains In a Monte Carlo Stop at a casino Bet it all on black
2.
It must not be a coincidence It happens over and over It must not be a coincidence It happens over and over Crazy Wayne said the problem with cars these days They break but don’t break all the way You could be riding along and thinking nothing’s wrong The engine tries to ruin your day It must not be a coincidence It happens over and over It must not be a coincidence It happens over and over Fifteen years ago his family went to Dublin The cobblestone street was slick there in the snow With a tear in his eye, never thought I’d see him cry He said I’m glad my daughter made me go It must not be a coincidence It happens over and over It must not be a coincidence It happens over and over Now there’s grease on his hands Hard times on his heels And he swears he’s going the best he can But he’s only spinning wheels And it all feels way too real It must not be a coincidence It happens over and over It must not be a coincidence It happens over and over Crazy Wayne said the problem with hearts these days They break but don’t break all the way
3.
The embers glowing orange Logs are stacked and the smoke rises higher And you’re preaching to the choir When you say the rapids from the river couldn’t drown this fire And the leaves weren’t the only thing falling Stare out the window and wait I watched it all play out in an instant I wasn’t afraid The glory of a back road I sat shotgun and sang harmony beside her From the blue ridge to the coast The notes they float just like a ghost through Carolina And the leaves weren’t the only thing falling Stare out the window and wait I watched it all play out in an instant I wasn’t afraid And I know now what’s worth fighting for I feel you in my bones Filled to the brim and wanting more A love I’d never known Never known We’re on 40 East now Not much longer babe, we’ll be home soon But honestly, you and me We could be broke down and that’d be fine too And the leaves weren’t the only thing falling Stare out the window and wait I watched it all play out in an instant I wasn’t afraid
4.
Well everybody’s watching And they’ll watch me as I fall Well everybody’s watching And their watching me as I fall Seems like they wouldn’t have time To watch me at all The bricks are piled high They’re weighing heavy on my chest Well the bricks are piled high They’re weighing heavy on my chest Seems like some days the world just wants to know what I have left Call it a day Call it a day Call it anything at all til’ it feels ok And unafraid Unashamed of the places that I’ve been And the mess that I’ve made Sometimes being brave means walking away Call it a day There’s a battle being fought I hear the cries of the war There’s a battle being fought I hear the lonely cries of the war When the last bell tolls I’ll be remembered by what I was fighting for Call it a day Call it a day Call it anything at all til’ it feels ok And unafraid Unashamed of the places that I’ve been And the mess that I’ve made Sometimes being brave means walking away Call it a day
5.
Blue winged bird Lead me down the river Show me something you’ve never shown Like the train will trust the trestle Bellow my homeward song Mama warned me about the man Eyes of coal and a wide brimmed hat Sometimes I won’t sleep for days We won’t talk about that There’s a road Crooked and wide Badland canyons Satan’s spine Hell within Hell outside I’ve seen the gates And they’re open wide The coat I brought is soaking wet From my shoulders it hung with shame Older now with deep regrets Ain’t nobody else to blame Three black cats in my path Screaming like some ol’ deathly choir Older now and I can’t turn back I’m gonna keep on getting higher There’s a road Crooked and wide Badland canyons Satan’s spine Hell within Hell outside I’ve seen the gates And they’re open wide I wake alone and count to seven Doll of sticks under a sycamore tree I beg of you, on the road to heaven Tell one last story to me
6.
Bluebird flies in the eastern sky Reminding me of better times When I was young and I was unafraid I was innocent Until I moved away It’s easy to forget Where you come from When the smoke and lights Start to leave you numb And longing for that oak tree’s shade When the noise becomes An endless parade I’m thinking about What I miss the most Bottles back boys And the Holy Ghost Tobacco fields carved out By red dirt roads I could lose myself for miles and miles And still feel at home I miss my father For his firm handshake And the way he’d ache After a long day My mother for Her dark brown eyes And her graceful hand And her perfect smile There’s a house Down on Red Bank Road My great grandfather He has a golden soul He makes the most out of His last days And the Lord stops everything Just to hear him pray

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“We recorded these songs live at Cash Cabin in the spring of 2022 and had such a great time. It was one of my last memories of playing music with my friend Alex McKinney who recently passed away after a battle with cancer. His untimely death hit me like a ton of bricks and I wanted to release this now to showcase what an amazing musician he was. I’m so thankful for these recordings that keep his spirit alive.”

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released March 1, 2024

Caleb Caudle - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Karl Zerfas - Bass, Vocals
Alex McKinney - Dobro
Thomas Cassell - Mandolin, Vocals

Engineered & Mixed by Trey Call
Mastered by Kim Rosen at Knack Mastering
Cover photo by Laura Partain
Filmed by Joseph Cash

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Caleb Caudle Nashville, Tennessee

Caudle's critically acclaimed catalog includes features on Rolling Stone’s “10 New Country Artists You Need To Know” and “The 10 Best Country and Americana Songs To Hear Now” along with NPR’s “Songs We Love”. His songs have been featured on CMT’s Nashville and Netflix’s The Ranch. When Caleb isn’t touring the world, he resides in Nashville, TN.

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