Discography

Desperate Man

Released October 5, 2018 EMI Nashville

  1. The Snake

    Written by Eric Church, Jeremy Spillman and Travis Meadows

    The rattlesnake said to the copperhead
    You give us vipers a real bad name
    You prey on the weakest, fight for no reason
    No wonder we get blamed

    Copperhead laughed, said, kiss my ass
    You can bark but there ain’t much bite
    You rattle that tail but it’s fear I smell
    I think you’re shaking outta fright

    Chorus:
    Rattlesnake, copperhead
    Either one of them, kill you dead
    We stay hungry, they get fed
    And don’t pass the plate around
    Lie by lie, cheat by cheat
    Venom in smiling teeth
    They just run, those forked tongues
    And the whole world’s burning down

    Copperhead said to the rattlesnake
    If you ever wanna make it rain
    We can team up, be twice as tough
    Fear will be our game

    Rattlesnake said to the copperhead
    You know, we were the original sin
    And I bet you my rattle against your copper
    The bitch takes the apple again

    Repeat Chorus

    Rattlesnake said to the copperhead
    Ain’t no way they win
    ‘Cause the mice are sheep and the shepherd’s asleep
    And the copperhead said, amen
  2. Hangin' Around

    Written by Eric Church and Jeff Hyde

    I used to split hit the door
    And get myself on down the road
    Pick my clothes up off the floor
    And on the wind I’d go

    Let it blow me where the wild is
    For the worse or for the better
    Holdin’ onto nothin’
    Nothin’ holdin’ me together
    Look at me

    Chorus:
    Hangin’ around
    Hangin’ around
    Hangin’ around
    Hangin’ around

    Make me sweat, sweat, breakin’ out a fever I can’t break
    It’s so hot, hot, damn hot, shakes that I can’t shake, shake

    I rock to my own rhythm
    I roll to my own beat
    I play the movie villain
    Now you got me playin’ for keeps

    Repeat Chorus

    Make me sweat, sweat, breakin’ out a fever I can’t break
    It’s so hot, hot, damn hot, shakin’, I can’t shake, shake

    Strange this changing places
    Weird this scared to death
    She’s the one holdin’ my aces
    And I’m the one holdin’ my breath

    Repeat Chorus
  3. Heart Like A Wheel

    Written by Eric Church

    She’s caviar and mascara, I’m corduroy and leather
    It’d take one hell of an imagination to ever paint us together
    Places I like to haunt at, she wouldn’t be caught dead
    Don’t make sense to the neighbors, don’t look good on paper
    And sure don’t make sense in my head

    But I got a heart like a wheel
    Baby, let’s go
    Get in this heart like a wheel and baby, we’ll roll

    Can’t say there won’t be rough patches
    Scratches from thorns and briars
    Over or under, we’ll roll like thunder
    As long as there’s tread on these tires

    I got a heart like a wheel
    Baby, let’s go
    Get in this heart like a wheel and baby, let’s roll

    Ain’t no map, ain’t no way, no lights on this long highway
    But I know the way by heart, bring on the dark
    Honey, don’t worry

    Baby, I got a heart like a wheel
    Baby, let’s go
    Get in this heart like a wheel and baby, let’s roll

    I got a heart like a wheel
    Baby, let’s go
    Get in this heart like a wheel and baby, we roll
    Get in this heart like a wheel and baby, let’s go
  4. Some Of It

    Written by Eric Church, Jeff Hyde, Clint Daniels and Bobby Pinson

    Beer don’t keep, love’s not cheap
    And trucks don’t wreck themselves
    Momma ain’t a shrink, daddy ain’t a bank
    And God ain’t a wishin’ well
    Money ain’t rich, everybody sins
    And nobody wins in a fight
    And sometimes wrong is right

    Chorus:
    Some of it you learn the hard way
    Some of it you read on a page
    Some of it comes from heartbreak
    Most of it comes with age
    And none of it ever comes easy
    A bunch of it you maybe can’t use
    I know I don’t probably know what I think I do
    But there’s something to some of it

    Girls like to laugh, tears don’t last
    And scared’s what prayin’s for
    If it’s close, swing the bat
    Everybody’s got a past
    And love’s worth livin’ for
    When you dance, hold her close
    ‘Til it breaks, go for broke
    And be the first to reach for her hand
    No, you don’t get to do some things again

    Repeat Chorus

    When you can take it slow ‘cause time sure won’t
    What really makes you a man
    Is being true to her ‘til your glass runs out of sand

    Repeat Chorus

    Some of it
  5. Monsters

    Written by Eric Church and Jeff Hyde

    I killed my first monster when I was 7 years old
    He melted like butter in my bathroom’s 60-watt bulb
    Kept a 3-cell Maglite from Daddy’s workshop drawer
    Under my pillow and I’d pull it like a sword

    Chorus:
    Anymore when a restless feelin’ keeps me up at night
    Fallin’ on my knees is my new turnin’ on the light
    I keep my faith intact and make sure my prayers are said
    ‘Cause I’ve learned that the monsters ain’t the ones beneath the bed

    The wolf hunts a hungry man and the devil a lonely heart
    A minefield of bad decisions lay hidin’ in the dark
    Greed stalks, sickness steals and pride lays a wicked trap
    You can’t avoid ‘em all, no, you gotta trust me on that

    Repeat Chorus

    Daddy, check my closet and leave on the bathroom light
    I smile and say, all clear, when I tuck him in for the night
    But Daddy, I’m still scared, can I sleep with you instead?
    I kneel down beside my little man and I bow my head

    Repeat Chorus

    And I’ve learned that the monsters ain’t underneath the bed
  6. Hippie Radio

    Written by Eric Church

    My daddy had a Pontiac on the beiger side of yellow
    He was a young man then and I was a little fellow
    I'd play in that bench backseat and listen to the songs get sung
    He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, but he'd sing at the top of his lungs

    Carry on my wayward son on a hippie radio
    Songs about the flower babies and the birth of rock and roll
    I was the band and I would stand, and we'd bounce down the road
    A boy and his dad in a Pontiac and a hippie radio

    I can't remember if it was 17, or maybe 18 is right
    But I’ll never forget those baby blues in the glow of that dashboard light
    I won her heart the week before, and it was hot right from the start
    I busted her brother Billy's mouth for making fun of my car
            
    And it was “White Wedding,” “Rebel Yell” on a hippie radio
    I was a werewolf in London and she was Lady Marmalade’s soul
    I'd crank the band, take her hand and we'd pull off a back road
    A boy and his girl in a Pontiac and a hippie radio

    4 years and 7 days after tying cans to the bumper
    I was pacing a maternity floor, my flower baby was a mother
    My hands were shaking as we were leaving, taking our boy home
    My heart was full and in my head I could hear a long gone song

    Cats in the cradle and a silver spoon on a hippie radio
    ABC, 123, don't blink or he'll be grown
    And I took her hand and she just smiled with a look that said, I know
    A boy and his dad, and a boy and his girl in a Pontiac and a hippie radio
  7. Higher Wire

    Written by Eric Church, Casey Beathard and Scooter Carusoe

    Don’t know why it does but it sure do, don’t it, honey
    Being in love with you is as easy as spending money
    Keep me higher than the fog that’s hiding them copper liners
    Yeah, they ain’t no landing gear on this big jet liner

    Chorus:
    Benedictine baby
    Chartreuse snake oil lady
    Appalachian moonshine crazy
    Bible belt and a sinners fire
    Love on a higher wire

    Brother, it’s a mother undercover with a voodoo woman
    Roll the dice, bet your life every night, keep her black magic comin’
    I should run from you like a vampire does from daylight
    But I don’t know how to quit ‘cause I know addiction tastes like

    Repeat Chorus

    Roll on 20
    Bet on black
    Roll them bones
    Drink my Jack
    Go all in
    Call my bluff
    Don’t nothing keep me coming back again

    Repeat Chorus
  8. Desperate Man

    Written by Eric Church and Ray Wylie Hubbard

    I’ve seen the Joshua tree
    Got down on my knees
    Threw the Virgin Mother a prayer
    Walked through glass barefooted
    Strolled across the devil’s hot coals
    I’ve tried everything, I swear

    Chorus:
    But hey (hey), what can I say?
    I’m a desperate man
    I said, hey (hey), what can I say?
    I’m just a desperate man

    Fortuneteller told me
    No more last chances
    You’ve got no future at all
    Oh, but I ain’t listenin’
    Black-hearted gypsy
    Hang a crucifix to a bedroom wall

    Repeat Chorus

    Hey, I’m a half-cocked full-tilt
    Scarred hands to the hilt
    Don’t push me, grown ass man
    Yeah, flashing light caution
    Careful where you cross, son
    ‘Til she comes back again

    Hey (hey), what can I say?
    I’m a desperate man
    Oh, hey (hey)
    What can I say?
    I’m just a desperate man

    Oh, hey (hey), I said, hey (hey)
    Wow, what can I say?
    I’m a desperate man
    Oh, hey (hey)
    I said, hey (hey)
    I’m just a desperate man
    Grown ass man…
  9. Solid

    Written by Eric Church and Anders Osborne

    I don’t own nothin’ new
    I might look like a mess to you
    But I’m solid

    This old thing I drive around
    Got some rust, makes some funny sounds
    But it’s paid for and solid
    You may think I’m way too chill but I get it done
    Got my daddy’s will and I’ll always, I’ll always keep a promise

    Chorus:
    In a great big world spinnin’ around
    People walkin’ around on shaky ground
    My foundation’s solid
    Like a vessel gettin’ tossed on the big blue sea
    Tryin’ to rock me off my feet
    It’s you that keeps me solid

    Everybody wants me to think like they do
    Put my faith in something new
    But this old school, it’s tried and true, it’s solid

    Got these 501s back in ‘93
    Yeah, the blue’s all gone
    You can see my knees but to me, man, they’re still solid

    This old scarred up piece of wood
    Sounds a lot better than it looks
    I can’t count the nights
    That it’s caught me when I was fallin’

    Repeat Chorus

    Been a lot of years since I’ve taken this road home
    It’s still not paved, mom and daddy’s gone
    But the gravel in my soul is solid
  10. Jukebox And a Bar

    Written by Eric Church

    They can make cars drive themselves
    And prove time travel ain’t crazy as hell
    They’ve even got a pill to make a soft package hard
    But as far as we came
    When it comes to love and the blame
    And the breakin’ of a lover’s heart
    I think we’re sorely lackin’ methods
    So, I’m going with old time tested
    A jukebox and a bar

    One pushes me up the mountain and one rolls me down the hill
    While I sit here in a phosphorescent dark
    So, you can keep your fancy potions
    And your incandescent notions
    As for me and my barely beating heart
    There’s no better prescription
    For my broken disposition
    Than a jukebox and a bar

    We’ve got pin-point GPS
    All you need is an address
    But her love is the one thing I can’t find
    Meanwhile, no one has a clue
    How to make a memory turn loose
    Well so much for academic minds

    One pushes me up the mountain and one rolls me down the hill
    While I sit here in a phosphorescent dark
    You can keep your fancy potions
    And your incandescent notions
    As for me and my barely beating heart
    There’s no better prescription
    For the human condition
    Than a jukebox and a bar

    May look like music, booze and beer
    There’s a whole lot more goin’ on here
    Than a jukebox and a bar
  11. Drowning Man

    Written by Eric Church and Casey Beathard

    Don’t tell me about no beach
    Don’t want to hear about your mountain
    How the good life is a peach
    You drink your sunsets from a fountain
    No, I don’t want to think about it
    Save your breath, I don’t want to hear about it

    I just want to get right down at the firelight
    Let my baby sing, “Hold Me Tight,” you honky-tonk nighttime man
    Drink away this crazy world, hold tight to a longneck-holdin’ girl
    Bunch of give it all boys with a fed-up give a damn
    Bartender, here’s a fifty
    Pour some whiskey on this drowning man

    We put the smoke in a stack
    Put the seed in the ground
    While Lady Liberty turns her back
    And Uncle Sam just turns around
    No, I don’t want to think about it
    Oh tonight, I don’t want to think about it

    I just want to get right down at the firelight
    Let my baby sing, “Hold Me Tight,” you honky-tonk nighttime man
    Drink away this crazy world, hold tight to a longneck-holdin’ girl
    Bunch of give it all boys with a fed-up give a damn
    Bartender, if you’re with me
    Pour some whiskey on this drowning man

    I just want to get right down at the firelight
    Let my baby sing, “Hold Me Tight,” you honky-tonk nighttime man
    Drink away this crazy world, hold tight to a longneck-holdin’ girl
    Bunch of give it all boys with a fed-up give a damn
    Bartender, if you’re with me
    Pour some whiskey on this drowning man

    Don’t tell me about no beach
    Don’t want to hear about your mountain
    How the good life is a peach
    You drink your sunsets from a fountain
    No, I don’t want to hear about it
    Save your breath, I don’t want to hear about it

All songs - All rights reserved.  Used by permission.  International copyright secured.

 

Produced by Jay Joyce

Executive Producer – Arturo Buenahora, Jr.

Recorded and Mixed by Jason Hall and Jay Joyce at Neon Cross

Assistant Engineering: Jimmy Mansfield and Jaxon Hargrove 

Production Coordination by Melissa Spillman

 

Mastered by Andrew Mendelson at Georgetown Masters (Nashville, TN)

 

Musicians:

Eric Church – Acoustic, Electric Guitar, Lead, Background Vocals

Craig Wright –  Drums, Percussion, Shaker, Hand Claps, Bongo

Lee Hendricks – Bass, Hand Claps 

Jay Joyce – Programming, Percussion, Piano, Hammond B-3, Keyboards, Bass, Acoustic, Electric Guitar, Hand Claps, Background Vocals

Jeff Cease – Electric Guitar, Hand Claps

Jeff Hyde – Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, Background Vocals, Hand Claps

Driver Williams – Electric Guitar

Joanna Cotten – Background Vocals, Hand Claps

 

Management: John Peets, Q Prime South, Inc., Nashville, TN

 www.umgnashville.com

www.ericchurch.com

 Art Direction & Photography: John Peets 

Design: Karen Naff 

Wardrobe: Katy Robbins

 

 I’d like to dedicate this record to a lover of life and music, my brother, Brandon. Until we meet again on the other side…

Eric Church Band and Crew would like to thank: AB Jets, Alcorn Custom Cases, All Access Coach Leasing, Aquarian Drumheads, Ampeg Bass Amps, Amptweaker, Blame Funnel Creative, Carroll Guido & Groffman LLP, Christie Lights, Clair Audio, Corporate Flight Management, Crom Tidwell Merchandising, D’Addario Strings, Debra Williams, Edge Apparel, Elixir Strings, Ernie Ball Strings, Essential Broadcast Media, Fishman Electronics, Flood Bumstead McCready & McCarthy, Gibson Guitars, Heil Sound, Hellcat Design Group, HSG Catering Inc., Jack Daniels Distillery, Katy Robbins Stylist, Klein Pickups, Kyser Finger Picks, Lisa Proctor, Lucchese Boots, Mathews Bows, The Messina Group, Mojo Barriers, Paul Reed Smith Guitars, Peterson Electronics, Planet Waves, Q Prime South, Red Monkey Design Guitar Straps, Reid Long Productions, Screenworks, SJC Custom Drums, Stage Call Trucking, Star Waggons, Steve Clayton Picks, Tait Towers, Ultimate Ears, Vic Firth Drumsticks, Vox Amplification, William Morris Endeavor, Wornstar Clothing, Zildjian Cymbals.