Sunday Morning Rain

by Brandon Fulson

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"Sunday Morning Rain" is Brandon Fulson's first solo release. Recorded at Attica Studio and produced by Chris Russell the album is stripped down acoustic and bare bones.

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released November 1, 2013

Brandon Fulson: Lead & Harmony Vocals, Acoustic guitar, dobro, & banjo.
Chris Russell: Acoustic guitar

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Track Name: Fire Breathin' Preachers
Fire Breathin' Preachers

I ain't seen the sun come up in ages,
I've been too drunk to roll out of the bed.
I don't remember how I made it home last night
But I remember every word that that girl said.

I ain't felt like living in forever,
It seems like death is always in my dreams.
Everyone tells me if I don't get it right,
I just might die in my sleep.

It's those fire breathin' preachers and Sunday school teachers
Telling me I've lost my way.
How can holy rollers put down rock-n-rollers?
When inside they all know we're all the same.

I don't want to die and wake up drunk in heaven.
I don't want to live and stay stoned in hell.
I just want to find a place to wash these blues away
And when I die, where I go no one can tell.

It's those fire breathin' preachers and Sunday school teachers
Telling me I've lost my way.
How can holy rollers put down rock-n-rollers?
When inside they all know we're all the same.

Written by Brandon Fulson
Copyright 2007/2013
Fulsong Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Forty Years Ago
Forty Years Ago

Nashville's where I need to be but I'm wanted down in Tennessee,
Hope they love country music in Mexico.
Spend my days out on the run, I hide behind the songs I've sung,
Might've been a hit forty years ago.

I could've sang with Cash and toured with Coe,
They'd hate me now on music row, I don't look cool in Wrangler jeans.
Family friendly that's what sells, I sing about shooting and snorting pills
I'm loving country but Nashville's hating me.

My Papa was a rolling stone, he beat my Mama and broke my home.
One night I got drunk and wrote it down.
They said Hank done it just that way so I pitched my songs to RCA
And they said "son it's too country of a sound."

Capitol, Warner, MCA slammed the door right in my face
Some said I should keep up with the times.
So I robbed a mini mart, I shot the clerk and stole a car
And I headed back for that Claiborne County line.

Now Nashville's where I need to be but I'm wanted down in Tennessee
Hope they love country music on death row.
A song about killing and broken dreams,
I sure can't pitch to Jason Aldean
Might've been a hit forty years ago.

Might've been a hit some forty years ago.
Might've all went platinum forty years ago.

Written by Brandon Fulson & Dave Myers
Copyright 2013
Fulsong Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Everything I Hate
Every Thing I Hate

If you had asked me when I was 13, where will you be in ten years?
I'd a swore up and down I'd be world renowned
And legends would call me revered.
Now the lines on my face and beard turning gray
Makes me wonder where I went wrong.
From American dream to the Devil's scheme I got carried away in a song.

No one knows my name and now I have became
Everything I used to hate.I used to get mad at Daddy for fooling around
And an uncle for dying to young.
Now here I stand and I got the old man outnumbered 10 to 1.
I sure never planned like my old Granddad to let the bottle take me away

He once was the king of the stage and the screen
Til one day he fell from the throne.
His attempt to reclaim was greeted with shame
And not a soul sang along.
I used to roll when I heard all his jokes, how could i ever foresee?
I'd be that man that had the world in his hands
Now it looks like the jokes on me.

I used to get mad at Daddy for fooling around
And an uncle for dying to young.
Now here I stand and I got the old man outnumbered 10 to 1.
I sure never planned like my old Granddad to let the bottle take me away.
No one knows my name and now I have became
Everything I used to hate.

Written by Brandon Fulson
Copyright 2013
Fulsong Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: The Redneck Kind
The Redneck Kind

Old Jimmy Grimes is a friend of mine,
I never saw him when he wasn't feeling right.
Tends to lose his mind when he's on moonshine
Pulls his shirt off and he's ready to fight.
As he sits in the truck with his eyes swollen shut,
We learn to pay him no never mind.
He can't turn the other cheek, goes to jail every week
Cause Lord he's the redneck kind.

Sweet Michelle is a Southern belle with her mini skirt and cowboy boots
Big ole tits and a coloring kit to cover up her dark hair roots.
There's no ground to be found, she's been around
But we all love her behind.
And no matter what you say she'll do it her way
Cause Lord she's the redneck kind.

Sitting in the shade on a summer day,
Drinking iced down Blue Ribbon beer.
Swaying to the waves coming off the lake
And the barefoot young'uns far and near.
Some are ashamed of the Southern name
But we all love our blood line.
No matter what you say we will do it our way
Cause Lord we're the redneck kind.

Written by Brandon Fulson & Gary Lee
Copyright 20133
Fulsong Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Guitars and Guns
Guitars and Guns

You sit in the corner waiting for me to come take you into my hands.
I know when I hold you I'll no longer see those men messing up my plans
As I run my fingers down your neck, the demons no longer scream
And I hear your sound so sweet, I slowly drift off to dream.

You sit on the table waiting for me to come take you into my hands.
I know when I hold you I'll start to see those men messing up my plans.
As I take my finger and feel your chamber, I hear the ungodly screams.
Cause you speak louder through lead and powder and cause eternal dreams.

As I grow older my thoughts turn colder each night when the day is done
I need someone to turn to and it's always been these old guitars and guns.

You lay down beside me waiting for me
To come love you late in the night.
I know that I love you but lately it seems things just ain't going right.
So I look in the corner, look at the table,
Tell me which way should I turn?
I could sing you the sweetest pretty love song
Or send you to hell to burn.

As I grow older my thoughts turn colder each night when the day is done
I need someone to turn to and it's always been these old guitars and guns.

Written by Brandon Fulson
Copyright 2013
Fulsong Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Between The Devil and You
Between The Devil & You

I've been sitting up late and thinking about some things
Just between you and me.
I can read between the lines I can see it your eyes
The truth is a passing thing.
You've been keeping me up, putting me down
You don't know that I know you've been running around.
Yeah you've been playing around and I've been playing the fool.
Looks like I'm losing my mind between the devil and you.

You say your love's like a flame you're gonna light up the town
But it's a dangerous game babe, you're gonna burn the house down.
What am I gonna do?
I've been watching from the shadows,
He's been creeping around my back door.
You don't know that I know
Son you better know you'll be coming up a hard road
If I catch your ass back here.
What am I gonna do?
Feels like I'm losing my mind between the devil and you.

Bang bang, yeah I pulled the trigger I heard him laugh
It was the devil himself dressed black on black.
What am I gonna do?
I got 99 and the Devil got you..
I got 99 and the Devil got you.

Written by Steve Eisenmenger
Copyright 2013
Track Name: A Song For Ron
A Song For Ron

Spent my last dollar on whiskey last night at Joe Don's Lounge
Then he closed the bar and said boys I got this round.
At 4 O'Clock I started drinking, now the clock it's hitting 3.
These young punks just can't keep up with an old man like me.

Came through the great depression, we didn't have Prozac then
But we lived to tell of a war they said we couldn't win.
I was deep in the log woods the day I got the news.
They shot old John down in Dallas and that's when all hell broke loose.

I didn't always count on the bottle to pick me up or put me down.
It's just that the whiskey is sweeter without her around.
If the good lord's willing I'll be back tomorrow, buy a round for everyone.
Tell the band it's on the old man if they'll play a song for Ron.

Raised my oldest to fly right and always play by the rules.
Then he grew his hair like them faggots from Liverpool.
That middle boy ran of to Cali and he ain't never been right.
Took a shot of that there acid and thought he was Jesus Christ.

Somehow we all made it through it, I worked my fingers to the bone.
Retired and bought the old lady and brand new home.
Then just ten months later her cancer came back again
So I spend my nights here drinking down at Joe Don's with all my friends.

I didn't always count on the bottle to pick me up or put me down.
It's just that the whiskey is sweeter without her around.
If the good lord's willing I'll be back tomorrow, buy a round for everyone.
Tell the band it's on the old man if they'll play a song for Ron.

Written by Brandon Fulson
Copyright 2013
Fulsong Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Yesterday's Cocaine
Yesterday's Cocaine

Yesterday's cocaine, this morning it's 5am.
She sits in her arm chair, her patience wearing thin.
As she fries his eggs and bacon says all good men are taken
And stands there with her eyes black and blue.
She tries to forgive him and go right on living
But his white lines are blind to the truth.

Yesterday's cocaine had her with her back to the wall.
Her life was so simple and now it makes no sense at all.
As she pours his milk and gravy, the girls call her crazy
For staying with a man like him
But behind his wild eye, she sees a soft side
That makes her feel like someone again.

He's got her wrapped around his finger, he's got her under his spell.
24/7 his perfect heaven makes her life a living hell.

Yesterday's cocaine, told her that this was the last..
I'm gonna change baby she's heard it all in the past.
And as she opens his blue ribbons, she says baby you're forgiven
And hold on to her last thread of hope
She knows he's a rebel, he may be the devil
But Lord knows she can't let him go.

He's got her wrapped around his finger, he's got her under his spell.
24/7 his perfect heaven makes her life a living hell.

Written by Brandon Fulson & Gary Lee
Copyright 2013
Fulsong Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Randy
Randy

Randy's panther's fading, the eagles stretched with age.
Needs new ink to cover up Rachel's name.
All his friends from high school say he hasn't changed
But that reflection on the wall don't say the same.

Spends the night a drinking and taking blues.
Facebooking with chicks and watching shit on the YouTube.
5 O'Clock comes early he ain't had no rest.
But he makes on time thanks to Maxwell house and Addepex.

Randy he don't think about tomorrow anymore.
He don't look back on yesterday.
If a tear should swell up in his eye, he rolls a joint and just gets high.
Randy he's just living for today.
Says any day's a good one above the clay.

Every hour was happy down at the V,
Listening to vets bitching about how it ought to be.
Then he subscribed to the Rolling Stone and he ain't been back
Since the colon cancer turned him into a democrat.

Gave up calling Rachel after she moved on.
The kids don't hang around now that they're all grown.
But if they're anything like his next of kin.
First of the month, he knows they'll come back again.

Randy he don't think about tomorrow anymore.
He don't look back on yesterday.
If a tear should swell up in his eye, he rolls a joint and just gets high.
Randy he's just living for today.
Says any day's a good one above the clay.

Written by Brandon Fulson
Copyright 2013
Fulsong Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Sweet Magnolia
Holy books and fairy tales sitting on a shelf
Dreamers turned to doubters in this old bible belt.
Hand me down ancient words twisted by the years.
Dusty roads and elbow curves take me out of here.

White knuckle country folks crippled by their fear.
Truth wrapped up in dirty jokes stinging in their ears.
The eyes of love realize the heart does hold the key.
We always kill the good guys that try to make us see.

Out in the sweet magnolia, I heard a voice whisper in the wind
"There's nothing more to cry over. Eternity awaits us all my friend."

The dark poet greased his hair and wielded a microphone.
A prophet's not accepted when he's still at home.
The cry for revolution seemed to fall upon deaf ears
As he cited evolution of a thought and an idea.

Out in the sweet magnolia, I heard a voice whisper in the wind
"There's nothing more to cry over. Eternity awaits us all my friend."

A stranger in a strange land felt the warm embrace.
At home the Houston outlaw few recall his face.

The voice in the wilderness echoes over time
Cause simple truths linger like a new born's lullaby.
Let's find a point and understand it's time to drop the guns.
Close the eyes of fear and open up the eyes of love.
Track Name: 'Til The Whiskey Is Gone
Last night we partied from 9 to 2:30, you drove me home drunk again.
Before we came here we were just strangers
A few drinks and we were best friends.
And I spilled my guts about how she done me,
You told me how he walked out on you.
Then we heard Jimmy Buffett and we said "fuck it
Let's get drunk and screw."

Now we're waking up Sunday it's back to square one
You don't know me and I ain't the one.
Little lady won't you tell me where did we go wrong.
I guess we're just lovers til the whiskey is gone.

I said just holler if you've got a request,
If we half ass know it, we will give it our best.
Then you wanted to hear an old Keith Whitley tune
At closing time baby I was riding with you.
We killed Jack Daniels on 75, thank god we made it home and alive.
And we hated to see your little friend left out
Hey who ever said three is a crowd?

So we're walking up Sunday it's back to square one
You don't know me and she ain't the one.
Little ladies won't you tell me where did we go wrong?
I guess we're just lovers til the whiskey is gone.

Written by Brandon Fulson
Copyright 2013
Fulsong Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Sunday Morning Rain
Sunday morning rain won't you save me.
Wash away the memories of the night before.
Sunday morning rain come down harder
On that woman as she walks out the door.

Saw her car parked at the church house.
She went for redemption for ever knowing me.
If I had possession over judgement
The flames of hell is the only light she'd see.

Oh Sunday morning rain wash away these scars and these stains.
I want to be set free from the chains that are binding me
I want to be cleansed in the Sunday morning rain.

I had a friend come back from the desert.
He was oh so happy to see this little town.
Everyone can see that he's a hero
But all he can see is blood shed all around.

Sunday morning rain won't you save him
Wash away the memories of that dirty war.
Sunday morning rain come down harder
On the ones who lied for what he was fighting for.

Oh Sunday morning rain wash away these scars and these stains.
I want to be set free from the chains that are binding me
I want to be cleansed in the Sunday morning rain.

Written by Brandon Fulson
Copyright 2013
Fulsong Music (ASCAP)