Kurt Fortmeyer ©1994

by Kurt Fortmeyer

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Recorded in an old farmhouse in the western part of Wake County, North Carolina in 1994 on 8-track reel-to-reel. Real people playing real instruments. No click tracks or drum machines. No auto-tuning.
Several tracks feature pre-Whiskeytown Bob Ricker on pedal steel.
Legendary North Carolina honkytonker Lee Dunham played bass on the entire project.
Recorded and produced by the late great Vinnie Brooks. Rest in peace, brother.
All songs ©1994 Kurt Fortmeyer
Dad Zone Music ASCAP

Cover drawing by David Allen Norris

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released September 19, 1994

Kurt Fortmeyer - vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonica
Lee Dunham - fretless electric bass, backing vocals
Bob Ricker - pedal steel
Antoinette Foster - fiddle
Harlan Needham - drums
Michael "Diamond" Thompson - banjo, dobro
Vince "Vinnie" Brooks - drums
Teresa Williams - backing vocals, featured duet
Cindy Stallings - spoons
The Vienna Sausage Boys Choir - handclaps

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Track Name: Do Your Thing
DO YOUR THING

I don't care what trip you're on
Just don't park it on my lawn
Do your thing but don't touch mine
And we'll get along just fine

Don't you try to tell me what to do
I'm not livin' in your zoo
If you know what's good for you
Don't you try to tell me what to do

I don't care what trip you're on
Just don't park it on my lawn
Do your thing but don't touch mine
And we'll get along just fine

Don't go messin' with my stuff
Or you'll find the goin' rough
I'll tell you twice then that's enough
Don't go messin' with my stuff

I don't care what trip you're on
Just don't park it on my lawn
Do your thing but don't touch mine
And we'll get along just fine

If you don't like me that's okay
I don't expect it anyway
I wrote this song so I could say
If you don't like me that's okay

'Cause I don't care what trip you're on
Just don't park it on my lawn
Do your thing but don't touch mine
And we'll get along just fine
Yeah do your thing but don't touch mine
And we'll get along just fine
Track Name: The First Time Again
THE FIRST TIME AGAIN

It felt like I had died and gone to heaven
Like the angels came and carried me away
It felt like I had reached the highest point I could imagine
When I saw you standin' there for the first time again today

Talkin' to the flowers that grow sittin' in your window
You're makin' summertime plans 'though it's just now turned to spring
The kitchen smells like cookies you've been bakin' for a friend
And you ask if I'll stay long enough to sing (and)

It felt like I had died and gone to heaven
Like the angels came and carried me away
It felt like I had reached the highest point I could imagine
When I felt you touch my hand for the first time again today

In two short years I've done a lifetime's worth of wonderin'
Will you know me for who I am or who you think I'll be
Which way will the wind blow will we chance to meet again
You just ask if I would like a cup of tea (and)

It felt like I had died and gone to heaven
Like the angels came and carried me away
It felt like I had reached the highest point I could imagine
When I held you close to me for the first time again today

It felt like I had died and gone to heaven
Like the angels came and carried me away
It felt like I had reached the highest point I could imagine
When I kissed your sweet lips for the first time again today
When I kissed your sweet lips for the first time again today
Today
I saw you and you touched me and I held you and I kissed you
And it felt like I was in heaven for the first time again today
Track Name: I Love You
I LOVE YOU

You’ve got a fax machine and a cordless phone
But still I’m feeling all alone
Because I can’t send the message I have deep in my heart
I sit up drinking late at night
Constantly thinking about what to write
I can end it with “I Love You” but I don’t know where to start

But words only seem to put boundaries on the thoughts I must express
And “I Love You” might mean going to bed or buying you a brand new dress
But Darling there’s something I’ve got say yeah something I must confess
I love you

I could write slow I could write it fast
I could put it first I could put it last
I could have it sneak up and take you by surprise
I could tell you kind of gradually
About all the things you mean to me
Or I could give it to you quick like a punch right between the eyes

But these words only seem to put boundaries on the thoughts I must express
And “I Love You” might mean going to bed or buying you a brand new dress
But Darling there’s something I’ve got say yeah something I must confess
I love you

In my attic apartment the door is locked
Me and Old Granddad about half-crocked
My vocabulary is dancing around in my brain in my head
Although I know it’s getting late
And I’m having trouble seeing straight
There’s gotta be a better way to get it all said

Words only seem to put boundaries on the thoughts I must express
And “I Love You” might mean going to bed or buying you a brand new dress
But Darling there’s something I’ve got say yeah something I must confess
I love you
I love you
Track Name: Make The Pieces Fit (featuring Teresa Williams)
MAKE THE PIECES FIT

Trackin' down the trivia in every country song
Tryin' to make the pieces fit and see where we belong
I'm not quite a cowboy 'though I long to be some day
And you don't quite seem like the queen of a honky tonk cafe

Although I've never ridden down the dusty trails alone
And you never left me like a dog without a bone
I sing the songs that cowboys do and cowboys always will
As I wonder what's around the bend and over yonder hill I'm just

Trackin' down the trivia in every country song
Tryin' to make the pieces fit and see where we belong
I'm not quite a cowboy 'though I long to be some day
And you don't quite seem like the queen of a honky tonk cafe

If you add a little make-up put on some powder and some paint
You can make yourself look like the kind of lady that you ain't
Put a quarter in the jukebox play some music sad and slow
And then dream about the cowboy that you didn't really know you're just

Trackin' down the trivia in every country song
Tryin' to make the pieces fit and see where we belong
I'm not quite a cowboy 'though I long to be some day
And you don't quite seem like the queen of a honky tonk café

We're just two old lonely people tryin' to find someone to be
Well I kinda like you like you are and I hope that you like me
Why don't we get together and then maybe things will change
And you can be my cowgirl when I come in off the range
(and we can stop all this)

Trackin' down the trivia in every country song
Once we've made the pieces fit and found where we belong
I'll be your long tall cowboy you can be my dancehall queen
And we'll know what all those lines that say "I love you" really mean
I said I'll be your long tall cowboy you can be my dancehall queen
And we'll know what all those lines that say "I love you" really mean
Yeah we'll know what all those lines that say "I love you" really mean
Track Name: Pretty Flannel Nightie
PRETTY FLANNEL NIGHTIE

You've got lacy country curtains and those little painted ducks
A needlepoint says "Welcome" by your door
You get "Country Living Magazine" delivered every month
And there's a beautiful braid rug upon your floor

You got those Granny glasses and some boots from L.L. Bean
A hand-made mug for sippin' herbal tea
Yeah baby you've got everything my Mastercard can buy
But I can't seem to steal no time for me

Sittin' by the woodstove in your bentwood rockin' chair
That pose you strike is quite a piece of art
You got a pretty flannel nightie to keep your hiney warm
But you could use some thermals for your heart

You got those wicker ceiling fans and walls of knotty pine
Some candles in their jars some potpourri
It's as pretty as a picture from a hundred years ago
But it looks like that is all you'll ever be to me

Sittin' by the woodstove in your bentwood rockin' chair
That pose you strike is quite a piece of art
You got a pretty flannel nightie to keep your hiney warm
But you could use some thermals for your heart
You got a pretty flannel nightie to keep your hiney warm
But you could use some thermals for your heart
You sure could use some thermals for your heart
Aw honey order you some thermals for your heart
And charge it
Track Name: Morning Rolls Around (Long Hard Ride)
MORNING ROLLS AROUND

I sure do miss that old highway sound and I never liked to take things sittin' down
But I've got no choice so I'm getting 'round the best way I know how
I just can't ride like I used to do because it takes four wheels now instead of two
And here but for the grace of God sit you please don't forget that now

In spite of the rough life I have faced I never knew how bitter pain could taste
But now I've got no feeling below my waist and that's the way it'll always be
And sometimes I feel like I'm half a man although I always do the best I can
I try but I just can't understand why did it have to be me

It's a long hard ride from here to there
When people don't talk they just stand and stare
Hey I'm a regular guy but I'm stuck in this chair
And it's a long hard ride goin' anywhere

My lifestyle has been re-arranged but the man inside of me hasn't changed
I look a little different and I know it's strange but it'll grow on you with time
And I'm not gettin' up on a stump I'm just settin' upon my rump
Everyday's another curb to jump and another flight of stairs to climb

It's a long hard ride from here to there
When people don't talk they just stand and stare
Hey I'm a regular guy but I'm stuck in this chair
And it's a long hard ride goin' anywhere

When I drag my body into bed and I stuff an old pillow underneath my head
I repeat the prayer I've so often said since I laid that big bike down
I wish I may I wish I might go on a run in my dreams tonight
Then everything would be alright until morning rolls around

It's a long hard ride from here to there
When people don't talk they just stand and stare
Hey I'm a regular guy but I'm stuck in this chair
And it's a long hard ride goin' anywhere
It's a long hard ride goin' everywhere
It's a long hard ride
It's a long hard ride
Track Name: Job Trouble
JOB TROUBLE

I worked for a taxi cab company I drove 'em there and I brought 'em back
The fares were so unfair to me That's one thing I couldn't hack
So I went to work in drywall And I picked up on all the slang
I could mud and I could tape But I just couldn't hang

Job Trouble Unemployment's following me
I'm gonna share my blues with you ‘cause misery loves company

I worked as a window washer And I stood out in the rain
I had to let that job go 'cause I couldn't stand the pane
I worked in an orange juice factory Every day from ten 'til eight
But one day I got canned because I couldn't concentrate

Job Trouble Unemployment's following me
I'm gonna share my blues with you ‘cause misery loves company

I was an icehouse worker but that really was not so hot
And I was a real estate agent but I couldn't sell a lot
I went to work in a tailor shop But that was just sew-sew
And I was a baker's assistant but I couldn't make no dough

Job Trouble Unemployment's following me
I'm gonna share my blues with you ‘cause misery loves company

I went to work in a shoe store but I couldn't sell a sole
And I was an undertaker Until I wound up in the hole
I was a tobacco farmer But that job went up in smoke
And I dealt stock on Wall Street 'til I was broker than broke

Job Trouble Unemployment's following me
I'm gonna share my blues with you ‘cause misery loves company

I used to work in a coffeehouse But that was really a grind
And I worked in a book factory Until I got in a bind
I used to be a hangman 'Til I reached the end of my rope
And I was a trim carpenter But I just couldn't cope

Job Trouble Unemployment's following me
I'm gonna share my blues with you ‘cause misery loves company

I was an electrician But I always stayed too wired
And I was a potter's apprentice 'Til I got fired
Now I'm a guitar player I strum and sing and shout
Things are really pickin' up I hope I don't get strung out

Job Trouble Unemployment let me be
Now I've shared my blues with you Kindly share some green with me