Live At University Grille

by Nick Andrew Staver

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Recorded July 15, 2018 at University Grille

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released December 29, 2018

Nick Andrew Staver - Resonator & Vocals
Mike Quinlivan - Electric Guitar
Live Tracks Recorded by Shaw Ranch Studio
Mixed & Mastered by Nick Andrew Staver

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Track Name: Temperance (Live)
I've been waiting for the rain to stop
I've been waiting out the rain
I've been waiting for the storm to pass me by so I can cross the river

I've been waiting for the river to dry
So I can come back home
Crawl across the bed and fall asleep in the arms of temperance

So if you don't mind
Stop wasting my time
Change your ways
Give me peace

I've been waiting for the tides to change
So I can see the mud below my feet
I count the waves crashing to the shore to remind me I still got a heartbeat

So if you don't mind
Stop wasting my time
Change your ways
Give me peace

So if you don't mind
Stop wasting my time
Change your ways
Give me peace

I'm in need, I'm in need of a change
I'm in need, I'm in need of a change
I'm in need, I'm in need of a change
I want to come back home

I've been waiting for the river to dry
So I can come back home
Crawl across the bed and fall asleep in the arms of temperance
Track Name: Toulouse St Blues (Live)
Wake up Maggie, set the stage
The curtain's up on our honeymoon masquerade
Champagne in the morning and by mid-afternoon
You got the Toulouse St Blues

Saunter down Bourbon and hook a right on Dumaine
In Jackson Square Louis' calling out while the trombones play
Soiree with the spirits and then deja vu
You got the Toulouse St Blues

The Toulouse, Toulouse St Blues
The Toulouse, Toulouse St Blues
If I lose my heart here and my mind
I'll come on back to New Orleans and find my bride

Rest easy Maggie, fin d'un affaire
It's bedtime sweet baby with a side of morning prayer
Scripture woes and one pound of voodoo
Thats just the Toulouse St Blues
Scripture woes and one pound of voodoo
Thats just the Toulouse St Blues

The Toulouse, Toulouse St Blues
The Toulouse, Toulouse St Blues
If I lose my heart here and my mind
I'll come on back to New Orleans and find my bride
Track Name: Ain't Mine To Own (Live)
I'm a friend to the wind but she ain't mine to own
She belongs to the fields where the wild flowers grow
I sing her sad songs whenever she leaves
All about my heartache and the places I've seen
I know she's gonna go no matter how I weep and moan
I'm a friend to the wind but she ain't mine to own

I'm familiar with father time as a flawless enemy
He haunts me with age and troubles of jealousy
He's a mean old condition no medicine can cure
Like fighting fire with fire expecting not to burn
He'll leave you behind with little left to show
I'm familiar with father time but he ain't mine to own

I'm in love with a girl that I don't deserve
But I never question fate or how a miracle's supposed to work
She stuns like the sunrise peering through the trees
I tell her that I love her more than she loves me
I know someday my cup will overflow
But I'm in love with a girl and she ain't mine to own
I'm in love with a girl but she ain't mine to own
Track Name: Working Hands (Live)
Grandpa would rise every morning
Get out to the fields by dawn
Pioneers ply the earth and rain to rock-a-bye the seed and all the life it bring
Rock-a-bye the life it bring
Rock-a-bye
Rock-a-bye
Rock-a-bye the life it bring

Daddy laid brick every summer
Hammering nails in the heat
Pioneers earn through skill and sweat with two jobs, overtime and an honest days beat

Working hands do work
Working hands do bleed
Working hands work all day 'cause they got mouths to feed
Working hands do work
Working hands do bleed
Working hands work all day 'cause they got mouths to feed

I've come to learn the tireless ways of the pioneers and their song
The hand that guides the hammer, plow and the pen is the same of the pioneer of my own that I've become
Of my own that I've become
Of my own
Of my own
Of my own that I've become

Working hands do work
Working hands do bleed
Working hands work all day 'cause they got mouths to feed
Working hands do work
Working hands do bleed
Working hands work all day 'cause they got mouths to feed
Working hands do work
Working hands do bleed
Working hands work all day 'cause they got mouths to feed
Track Name: If Only I Were Like The River (Live)
Louisiana by-way
Haulin' ass to outlast the rain
If it were up to me I'd already be in Baton Rouge, forgetting you

The radio's broken
Oh, how the silence leads to the pining for something other than a lover like you

If only I were like the river
Unmoved and weatherproof
I'd flow past the memories and flood the banks haunted by the ghosts of you

Another life time
One I swore I left far behind
Our history, it's a mystery to me

If only I were like the river
Unmoved and weatherproof
I'd flow past the memories and flood the banks haunted by the ghosts of you

I'll rebuild my body just as strong as the levee
And risk another flood by letting you back into my heart

If only I were like the river
At ease in my solitude
I'd flow past the memories and flood the banks haunted by the ghosts of you
If only I were like the river
If only I were like the river
If only I
If only I
If only I were like the river
Track Name: Mockingbird Blues (Live)
Don't bite the hand that feeds you
Don't steal those words right out of my mouth
You know I'd love to believe you
When you say you'd never let me down
Don't mock on me Mr Mockingbird you old crow!

Don't hangout by my window
It ain't no place to get your daily news
Just because I'm a happy man doesnt mean
I can't sing the blues
Don't mock on me Mr Mockingbird you old crow!

I hear you talking, sound more like squawking to me
You ain't no nightingale, just an old crow to me

I hear you talking, sound more like squawking to me
You ain't no nightingale, just an old crow to me

Don't eat, don't drink, nor be merry
If all you plan to do is rain on my parade
Ever since you've come around here
I haven't seen a blue sky for days
Don't mock on me Mr Mockingbird you old crow!
Don't mock on me Mr Mockingbird you old crow!
Don't mock on me Mr Mockingbird, leave me alone!
Track Name: Off The Record (Live)
I heard an old song playing on the jukebox
Ol' Otis singing about life down by the docks
It was an old familiar tune
Leaves me so sad, so blue
Off the record, I never stopped loving you

I wonder where you are sometimes in your big city nightlife
I'm feeling mighty bad for myself in ever roadside dive
I did many things I can't undo
Said many words that were never true
Off the record, I never stopped loving you

A dream is only a dream until you awake
Pain, is never really pain, at least not until you feel your heart break

Come tomorrow I'll be your something borrowed, broken and blue for you
Along will come a day when your vows are exchanged
Wedding bells will ring
Glasses will be raised
I know you waited your whole life for this day to come true
Off the record, I never stopped loving you

Now I'm singing out some brand new tune
Hoping I can find someone to love me too
Off the record, I never stopped loving you
No, I never did and I'm sure I never will
Track Name: Dirt (Live)
I'm covered in sweat
Rolling down my neck
All from a long hard day of work
I pushed and I pulled until my body done fell back to the dirt

I gamble with stress
A life of roulette
All on account that there's no sign of change
I pray and I wonder when will my life be mine to live again

There'll come a day I'll be replaced
By machines, an atrocity
And you'll say how priceless I was at my grave

I'm riddled with rust, cobwebs and dust
I got too many bills to pay yet I'm overworked
A dollar don't get you very far these days and to my boss that's all I'm worth
No more than dirt

There'll come a day I'll be replaced
By machines, an atrocity
And you'll say how priceless I was at my grave
Because to you I'm no more than dirt
I'm worth, no more than dirt
I'm worth, no more than dirt

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