A Smell of Gravy - Credits & Lyrics

A Little Love

Written by Frank Renfordt

Produced by Dave Demay at Songcity Studio Nashville, TN 

Brittini Black (vocals)

Wayne Killius (drums) 

Sam Hunt (bass) 

Jon Conley (git) 

Carl Miner (git)

Dane Bryant (keys)

Another hard day's night 

The phone doesn't ring anymore

Stayin' all alone

In my office on the second floor 

Scrollin' profiles on a dating site 

In the glow of a laptop light

I've done so well I've come this far

But why do I have to pay with an empty heart

I need a little love

Someone to lift me up

Someone who makes my heart beat fast 

With a burning hug

An’ just a little love

A couple of sweet kisses will make me feel alright 

I need a little loving tonight

It's eleven p.m.

I turn on the washing machine 

Days are never to long

For a single mother of three

I feel I'm fairly overdue

For somebodies arms to fall into

I need a little love

Someone to lift me up

Someone who makes my heart beat fast 

With a burning hug

An’ just a little love

A couple of sweet kisses will make me feel alright 

I need a little loving tonight

Maybe I'm strong

Maybe I'll get it all done

But for now I need a shoulder to lean on

I need a little love

Someone to lift me up

Someone who makes my heart beat fast 

With a burning hug

An’ just a little love

A couple of sweet kisses will make me feel alright 

I need a little loving tonight

Missing Girl

Written by Michael R. J. Roth & Frank Renfordt
Produced by Dave Demay at Songcity Studio Nashville, TN
Singer not named
Wayne Killius (drums)
Sam Hunt (bass)
Jon Conley (git)
Carl Miner (git, dobro)
Dane Bryant (keys)

You were the girl who had the curly hair 
Those gentle hands and lips so sugar-sweet
I knew before the end of my senior year 
You were the lover I would marry in my dreams 
Until the news said you were missing
and you were never found

My missing girl
My vanished fantasy 
Forever there will be
A burning in my life 
This constant thorn
In my ever-bleeding heart 
We live worlds apart 
And no one can make it right 
Anymore

I later got a wife, she kept me as a souvenir 
Till the passion of a weekend barbecue 
The guests went home and left us all alone 
And then she found your picture and the truth 
The truth that I'm still
still in love with you

My missing girl
My vanished fantasy 
Forever there will be
A burning in my life 
This constant thorn
In my ever-bleeding heart 
We live worlds apart 
And no one can make it right 
Anymore

The day I die I hope to find your soul 
Somewhere on the other side 
Then we'll hold hands like we did before 
And your heart will be forever mine 
And I’ll give you all the love
I've saved up all my life

My missing girl
My vanished fantasy 
Forever there will be
A burning in my life 
This constant thorn
In my ever-bleeding heart 
We live worlds apart 
And no one can make it right 
My missing girl
My vanished fantasy 
Forever there will be
A burning in my life 
This constant thorn
In my ever-bleeding heart 
We live worlds apart 
And no one can make it right 
Anymore

She Drives Her Own Truck

Written by Frank Renfordt
Produced by Dave Demay at Songcity Studio Nashville, TN 
Matt Dame (vocals)
Wayne Killius (drums)
Kevin Grantt (bass) 
James Mitchell (git)
Mike Waldron (git, banjo)
Philip DeSteiguer (keys)

She‘s a daughter of thunder 
Wildfire flaming in her eyes
A can‘t get enough hunter
A sweet demon in a hot angels disguise 
Take care if you gonna find a place beside her 
She will never be your shotgun rider

She drives her own truck 
Fueled by desire
She's ready to rock you 
To set you on fire
She lays down the laws 
Knows what she wants 
She ain‘t shy of anything but 
She drives her own truck

You should better take cover
When she starts making eyes on you 
She’s a dangerous lover
Braking your heart the first rendezvous 
She don’t mind telling you this right away 
She’s not the one to catch the brides bouquet

She drives her own truck 
Fueled by desire
She's ready to rock you 
To set you on fire
She lays down the laws 
Knows what she wants 
She ain‘t shy of anything but 
She drives her own truck

Don't dig for love, don't fall into
She knows a hundred ways to make a fool of you

She drives her own truck 
Pedal to the metal
She knows what she’s got
This long legged devil
No way to go
You can't say no
She’s your biggest mistake, so what? 
She drives her own truck 
Fueled by desire
She's ready to rock you
To set you on fire
She lays down the laws 
Knows what she wants
She ain‘t shy of anything but 
She drives her own truck
Pedal to the metal
Look what she's got
This long legged devil
She drives her own truck
She drives her own truck
Look what she's got
So what?

Those Moments

Written & produced by Frank Renfordt
Singer not named
Frank Renfordt (git, mandolin, keys, drum prog)

Driving down the coastal highway 
Wind is playing in your hair
Salty scents of ocean floating in the air
It never felt so right, I never felt so free 
With you here by my side smiling brightly at me 
Oh loving you is so much fun
I feel blessed and kissed by the sun

Cause I’m sharing those moments those moments with you 
Red skies turning to indigo
The moon and the stars come shining through
When I’m sharing those moments those moments with you 
Uhuhuhu all my dreams come true
I'm sharing those moments with you

The ocean smooth as glass reflections of a lighthouse light 
And on your skin the taste of a sultry southern night 
Bonfires on the beach fireworks in my head
No need for satin sheets in our sandy king-size bed 
It’s so beautiful it hurts
I cannot put it into words

Cause I’m sharing those moments those moments with you 
Red skies turning to indigo
The moon and the stars come shining through
When I am sharing those moments those moments with you 
Uhuhuhu all my dreams come true
I'm sharing those moments with you

One rainy April day a little girl was born 
She gives us a feeling so grateful and warm 
When she’s showing us her smile
The world stops turning for a while

And I am sharing those moments those moments with you 
Life is turning into something new
When you look into her eyes you see the sun shining through 
And I’m sharing those moments those moments with you 
Uhhuhuhu all my dreams come true
I'm sharing those moments with you
Uhhuhuhu all my dreams come true
I’m sharing my life and those moment with you

Joanne

Written by Frank Renfordt
Produced by Dave Demay at Songcity Studio Nashville, TN 
Dave Demay (vocals)
Wayne Killius (drums)
Sam Hunt (bass) 
Jon Conley (git)
Carl Miner (git)
Dane Bryant (keys)

Can you recall the time summer 79 
When we had our very first date
Our hearts beating fast and it felt like a blast 
That sweet sweet kiss by the lake

Oh Joanne
Life was a playground back then 
With our heads in the clouds 
Dancing feet on the ground 
Why can't it be like that again 
Oh Joanne
We had such a good time back then

Do you remember that friendly bartender 
Refilled our glasses when money was tight 
The juke box was playing and I heard you saying 
I ain't going home without you tonight

Oh Joanne
Life was a playground back then 
With our heads in the clouds 
Dancing feet on the ground 
Why can't it be like that again 
Oh Joanne
We had such a good time back then

Do you remember that rainy September 
We spent in that cabin down at the beach 
Nothing to do just me and you 
Loving and laughing between the sheets

Oh Joanne
Life was a playground back then 
With our heads in the clouds 
Dancing feet on the ground 
Why can't it be like that again 
Oh Joanne
We had such a good time back then

Now the lord is calling your name 
Not for long and he will ease your pain 
We had it all I got no complains

Oh Joanne
Life was a playground back then 
With our heads in the clouds 
Dancing feet on the ground 
Why can't it be like that again 
Oh Joanne
We had such a good time back then 
Oh JoanneI'd live our life all over again

House In A Row

Written by Frank Renfordt
Produced by Sascha Miskovic & Frank Renfordt
Sascha Miskovic (vocals)
Sandra Miskovic (bg vocals)
Simon Röll (drums)
Jamie Jordan (tin whistle)
Steven Schumann (cello)
Frank Renfordt (bass, git, keys)


I guess you saw this moment coming 
All the things I'd been up to
But I never felt like painting fences 
Never felt at home here like you do
An inner voice calling me to ramble 
To face my fate somewhere out there 
To leave this two-lane town behind me 
I don't mean to hurt you 
Forgive me my dear

Oh you know it I know
I'm not meant for a house in a row 
Woh-oh-ooh let go let me go 
Don't say you love me
Take back that latch-key 
Delete me from your phone

The nasty cold winds of Chicago
If I can't stand them anymore 
And if my dreams don’t turn out right 
I don‘t expect an open door

Oh you know it I know
I'm not meant for a house in a row 
Woh-oh-ooh let go let me go 
Don't say you love me
Take back that latch-key 
Delete from your phone

I hope you'll find someone to hold on 
Who prunes back the hedge and trees 
Someone who loves you more than I do 
Who makes you forget me 
Forget me please

Oh you know it I know
I'm not meant for a house in a row 
Woh-oh-ooh let go let me go 
Don't say you love me
Take back that latch-key 
Delete me from your phone

Back You Up

Written & produced by Frank Renfordt J
essie Morgan (vocals, fiddle) 
Frank Renfordt (git, keys, drum prog)

When you reach for higher ground 
But sweet weakness drags you down
I will get my flag out and cheer for you 
When every effort seems in vain 
And there‘s no rainbow only rain
I‘ll share with you the pain
And dive in too
When you're lyin' in the bathtub cryin' 
With a bottle of Gray Goose

I'll back you up
When no-one else will fight beside you
I'll keep you safe in the lowest place you find yourself 
No matter how deep the swamp we have to wade through 
However long it takes to help your dreams come true 
I'll be your tailwind when you're running out of luck
I will always back you up

When you make the same mistake
A second time and call it fate
I haven't much to say but will know better 
When you‘re acting like a fool
And so-called friends make fun of you
I will be your parachute
We’ll stick together
When you lose control and bare your soul 
With the whole world watchin'

I'll back you up
When no-one else will fight beside you
I'll keep you safe in the lowest place you find yourself 
No matter how deep the swamp we have to wade through
However long it takes to help your dreams come true 
I’ll be tailwind when you're running out of luck
I will always back you up

When your peers admire you
And you can‘t deal with your success 
When you choose the wrong tattoos 
And gonna ride the coke express 
When you‘re the last guest of the party 
And no one‘s left to take you home 
I’m your one-man army
I will never let you down

I'll back you up
When no-one else will fight beside you
I'll keep you safe in the lowest place you find yourself 
No matter how deep the swamp we have to wade through 
However long it takes to help your dreams come true 
I’ll be your tailwind when you're running out of luck
I will always back you up
I will always back you up
I'm always here to back you up

You Can't Make Someone Love You

Written by Anita Oakley, Michael A. Austin, Frank Renfordt
Produced by Michael A. Austin & Frank Renfordt
Michael Antony Austin (vocals)
Marco M. Molitor (drums)
Frank Renfordt (bass, git, keys)


I can see you’ve been crying
I know what you’re going through
You can’t comprehend just why he's doing this to you 
Baby don’t blame yourself now that he's gone 
Just doesn't feel the same
You’ve got to carry on

You can’t make someone love you 
Just because you want them to 
You can’t blame yourself
For what you did or didn’t do 
We don't have all the answers 
Life remains a mystery
And some things we dream of 
Just ain't meant to be

You’re imagine the flower girls 
On your wedding day
You thought you had his heart 
But his head was miles away 
Princess tower dreams
A Castle in the air
All came crashing down 
When he left you standing there

You can’t make someone love you 
Just because you want them to 
You can’t blame yourself
For what you did or didn’t do 
We don't have all the answers 
Life remains a mystery
And some things we dream of 
Just ain't meant to be

You've a good reason to feel hurt 
Don’t you go givin’ up now 
Love will find it's own way to you 
Don't worry just let it go

You can’t make someone love you 
Just because you want them to 
You can’t blame yourself
For what you did or didn’t do 
We don't have all the answers 
Life remains a mystery
And some things we dream of 
Just ain't meant to be
Some things we dream of 
Some things we long for 
Some things we dream of 
Just ain't meant to be

Mount Everest

Written & produced by Frank Renfordt

Singer not named
Craig Fletcher (fiddle) 
Frank Renfordt (bass, git, keys, mandolin, drum prog)

He met his Appalachian girl in a summer camp 
She became his wife and his best friend
They found a place on earth to settle down
Big skies and green grass all around
They got a couple of kids and a lazy dog hanging out on the porch 
And a four-wheel-drive ten year old Dodge
They’r working hard to keep the wheels on turning
Rarely skipping church on Sunday morning
And he was always feeling alright
With some friends and a cold beer at the barbecue on Saturday night

Some people’s dreams ain’t big enough to fail 
They never play a leading part in an heroic tale 
But to live a life full of love and happiness 
You don’t need to climb Mount Everest

Summer came and summer left
And autumn brought another gift
It wasn’t long after the youngest had left home 
When the first grandchild came along
Now they spent some more time by the sea 
She lent her hand to a charity
And was always feeling fine
When everybody’s coming home at Christmas time

Some people’s dreams ain’t big enough to fail 
They never play a leading part in an heroic tale 
But to live a life full of love and happiness 
You don’t need to climb Mount Everest

When she got sick and needed care 
He spoon-fed her and combed her hair 
And at the moment she passed away 
He whispered sweet nothings in her ear 
While his eyes were filling up with tears 
Sitting in his rocking chair 
Missing his Appalachian girl
One thing he’s really sure about
He will meet her again in a different world

Some people’s dreams ain’t big enough to fail 
They never play a leading part in an heroic tale 
But to live a life full of love and happiness 
You don’t need to climb Mount Everest
Some people’s dreams ain’t big enough to fail 
They never play a leading part in an heroic tale 
But to live a life full of love and happiness 
You don’t need to climb Mount Everest
You don’t have to climb Mount Everest

Aunt Marian

Written & produced by Frank Renfordt 
Frank Renfordt (vocals, git, bass, keys, drum prog) 
Slava Morgunov (dobro)

The vintage plow hasn't been moved for a long time 
And it‘s been a while since the meadow's been cut
A smell of gravy's in the air and laundry's on the line 
The screen door's creaking and ole Marian shows up 
She must have noticed my run-down truck

How is it going aunt Marian
Sorry I've not been here for so long
Time slips away a year seems like a day 
What makes you feel there's something wrong.
Aunt Marian

I'm back on Mexican Brown since Joan left home 
She took the kids to her mother in LA
Then it happened in a fight that I shot a bouncer down 
And ten long years I spent my time in jail
I ain‘t gonna tell her nothing of my fails

How is it going aunt Marian
Sorry I've not been here for so long 
Time's slips away a year seems like a day 
What makes you feel there's something wrong 
Aunt Marian

I remember well those carefree childhood days 
Hide and seek games with my cousins in the barn 
Marvelous apple pies and the homemade lemonade 
Sweet kisses of the girl from the neighbors farm 
Marian I ain’t gonna do you any harm

How is it going aunt Marian
Sorry I've not been here for so long 
Please do you have some bucks 
For a poor guy with bad luck
Just enough to carry on
Please don‘t look so scared at my gun 
All I need are some bucks to carry on 
Life slips away and year feels like a day 
Some shitty bucks to carry on Please Aunt Marian

Come on

Your Fanciest Ringtone

Written by Frank Renfordt
Produced by Dave Demay at Songcity Studio Nashville/TN 
Dave Demay (vocals) 
Wayne Killius (drums)
Sam Hunt (bass)
Jon Conley (git)
Carl Miner (git)
Dane Bryant (keys)

Someone is hurt Someone has cried
Someones’s heart is broken and scared 
And I know that
I can feel it
I've been through this and I know what it means
 When a heart is fading like a guitar chord
In the basement of cloud nine

Someone's in love 
Someone's caught in your spell 
Somebody's heart is burning like hell 
Can you hear it?
Can you feel that?
All that I want is to hold your hand 
Baby if you wanna dance
Just give me a sign

I wanna be the music in your life
I'm gonna put the sparkle back in your eyes
I wanna see you smile and swing and twirl again and never cry
I wanna be your fanciest ring tone
I wanna be the song you're humming along
I wanna steal your heart with a tune
And make you mine forever

Something feels new 
Something feels good 
Something happened that I hoped it would 
When you hold me
When you kiss me
Come on take the lead turn up the beat 
If you need something more
I'm here waiting for you

I wanna be the music in your life
I'm gonna put the sparkle back in your eyes
I wanna see you smile and swing and twirl again and never cry
I wanna be your fanciest ring tone
I wanna be the song you're humming along 
I'm gonna heal your heart with a tune
And make you mine forever

Uuuhuhuhu Aaahahaha

I wanna be the music in your life
I'm wanna put that sparkle back in your eyes
I wanna see you smile and swing and twirl again and never cry
I wanna be your fanciest ring tone
I wanna be the song you're humming along 
I'm gonna steal your heart with a tune
And make you mine forever
I'm gonna steal your heart with a tune

And make you mine forever

Red River Girl

Written & produced by Frank Renfordt
Eric Trent (vocals) 
Simon Röll (drums) 
Dennis Renfordt (git)
Francesco Renna (harmonica) 
Frank Renfordt (bass, git, keys)

Crows calling in the distance 

Feathered allies of gloom

Looking forward to a feast
On a bleached-bone afternoon 
Let's call it a day the sheriff states 
Resigned and shaken to the core 
No one knows the name of the girl 
The Red River washed ashore

Her padre was a narco

A gambler and a crook
He tried to stiff the wrong guys 
And soon was gone for good
Her madre tried to save her 
From ending up as a drug-lord's whore 
And no one knows the name of the girl 
Red River washed ashore

Her mama gave her all her savings 
Said girl you need to go north 
Go to the land of plenty
And do a rich man‘s chores 
She felt drawn to Paris Texas 
Said she’d heard of Paris before 
No one knows the name of the girl 
Red River washed ashore

The man in the truck loved hunting 
Made a living in real estate
He really thought it‘s a deer 
When he sealed the skinny girl‘s fate 
He didn‘t want any trouble
Sank her body didn‘t care anymore 
No-one knows the name of the girl 
Red River washed ashore

The night falls on Grayson County 
And the skies turn to indigo
The crows have fallen asleep
In a moonlight’s mysterious glow
A deer is grazing in the field 
Where the gunner made his score 
The wind whispers the name of the girl 
The Red River washed ashore

Blown Away

Written by Frank Renfordt
Produced by Dave Demay at Songcity Studio Nashville, TN 
Dave Demay (vocals)
Wanda Vick (fiddle, banjo, mandolin) 
Wayne Killius (drums) 
Kevin Grantt (bass)
James Mitchell (git) 
Mike Waldron (git)

You hit me like a bullet in my heart 
Right on target threw off my guard
I'm falling but I never hit the ground 
Everything 's turning round and round 
When you kiss me there's no gravity 
Nothing else to hold on to 
Other than this beauty in my arms

I'm blown away
You sweep me off my feet 
Your sweetness hits me deep 
This mole on your cheek 
And your Levi's
I'm blown away
By your lips and your smile 
Stay with me for a while
I love your country style 
And that brightness in your eyes

Seconds turn to hours without you 
Since you made my world brand-new
I can't stop starring at my phone 
When I'm on my own waiting for your call 
Since you kissed me I feel like a junkie 
Waitin’ for his next fix
Addicted to the honey of your skin

I'm blown away
You sweep me off my feet 
Your sweetness hits me deep 
This mole on your cheek 
And your Levi's
I'm blown away
By your lips and your smile 
Stay with me for a while
I love your country style 
And that brightness in your eyes

When you kiss me there's no gravity 
Nothing else to hold on to 
Other than this beauty in my arms

I'm blown away
You sweep me off my feet 
Your sweetness hits me deep 
This mole on your cheek 
And your Levi's
I'm blown away
By your lips and your smile 
Stay with me for a while
I love your country style 
And that brightness in your eyes 
I love your country style 
And that brightness in your eyes

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