Kat Hood: Music

A songbird flies away

(Kat Hood Trio)

2006-01-01

Kat Hood

this song was inspired by my memories of the Sawmill Depot in Hot Springs Arkansas where I played from '81 until '91. It was a train depot that was a bar/restaurant that supported singer/songwriters for many years. It was sold and turned into a transportation center for tourism. Bummed out about fewer places in central arkansas available for singer/songwriters to perform. I started a songwriter showcase in LR in 98 at a Vintage Coffee House, called Vagabonds. It was sold in 2000 and turned into a yuppy clothing store. I'm now doing House Concerts at my home featuring singer/songwriters and I'll never sell my home on the mountain. Old Hippies and die hard friends gather here on regular basis to write, jam, perform and record

There's no place left for likes of us anymore.
they're boarding up the windows, closing all the doors.
No stage to share for a bleeding heart troubadoor
Oh take me back to place we knew before
I know times change, but I don't know what for
I want to sing a Neil Young tune. Like a cowgirl in the sand beneath the harvest moon. I want to resurrect the ghosts of songs we used to play. With old hippies and and die hard friends, a songbird flies away.
I played those smokey bar 'till it hurt my lungs
I know I got to go someday, I don't want to go
young. But inside those walls are the songs that long to be sung.
They watched us dance across those hardwood floors
I know times change, they waltz right out the door
I want to sing some Emmy Lou. From Boulder to Birmingham, beneath this quarter moon.
I want to resurrect the ghosts of songs we used to play. With old hippies and die hard friends, a song bird flies away.
Come on and play that pedal steel. Nothing sounds so true, so real.
Down the road we'll reminisce with our old guitars. Our stage will be a front porch beneath the moon and stars. We can sing all those songs we knew by heart and go drifing back to the 1970's
I'll be looking for you , will you be looking for me
We'll play some Dylan and Beatle tunes. I'll be you're baby tonight, Love me Do, we're gonna resurrect the ghosts of songs we used to play. With old hippies and die hard friends, a song bird flies away.