LYRICS

SPROUT

Stephanie Rose / Kim Tribble / RyLee Madison 

A flower doesn’t worry when its ready to bloom 

If it’s late, on time, or a little too soon 

It stretches it’s arms to the sky with it’s sights on the moon 

A new sprout happens every single day 

Til the clouds come out and try to chase it away 

If you sit there and watch it 

It won’t poke its head back out 

That little sprout 

 

Some drown from too much love 

Some die from not enough 

Some get run over on the highway of living can’t seem to pull themselves back up 

Some live on a hill so high 

There always the first ones out 

Between here and now, theres no reason for doubt 

The sun is gonna make it rise 

Make it rise 

That little sprout 

That little sprout 

 

If only everybody learned to live this way 

To give life their all, seize everyday 

Follow their dreams and don’t worry how it all works out

 

Some drown from too much love

Some die from not enough

Some get run over on the highway of living can't seem to pull themselves back up

Some live on a hill so high

They're always the first ones out

Between here and now there's no reason for doubt

The sun is gonna make it rise

Make it rise

That little sprout

That little sprout

 

Grow and stand up tall and stout

My little sprout

 

RUSTED LOVE

Stephanie Rose / Tenille Arts / RyLee Madison 

Left out in the rain 

Weathered by the tears and the lonely nights 

Here we go again 

Nothing new to say, we fight just to fight 

Over and over, day and night 

Its doesn’t really matter who’s right 

 

 When it’s rusted love 

Broken and fallen apart 

Look what we’ve done 

There's no going back 

When it’s rusted love

 

Something time can’t change 

Shining it up will never make it look new 

Forget about the blame 

We’re both guilty and we’re getting what's due 

From the words and the rage, hurt and the pain 

For treating each other this way 

 

Rusted love  

Broken and fallen apart  

Look what we’ve done  

There's no going back  

When it’s rusted love

 

It’s not how we pictured it 

But what's done is done

 

It’s rusted love  

Broken and fallen apart  

Look what we’ve done  

There's no going back  

It’s rusted love

Broken and fallen apart

Look what we've done

There's no going back

When it's rusted love

 

Left out in the rain

Weathered by the tears and the lonely nights

LUXURY

 Stephanie Rose / RyLee Madison 

Another piece of mail 

Piled up with the rest 

Ain’t got enough to pay the bills 

But they’re trying their best 

They’ve learned how to stretch a dollar 

Down to every last cent 

They can even turn a fallen tree into a beautiful fence 

 

Making something out of nothing 

Two kids and a loving home 

That front step may be broken 

And that old wood stove still needs stoking 

But they leave the things they want in life unspoken 

Cuz they know they got what they need 

Love is their luxury 

 

They’re the first to come running 

A God fearing family 

If they don’t have the answer or the means 

They get down on their knees 

Raise their hands to heaven 

Gods given them everything they’ve got 

And keep singing praise and giving thanks 

Answered or not 

 

Making something out of nothing 

Two kids and a loving home 

That front step may be broken 

And that old wood stove still needs stoking 

But they leave the things they want in life unspoken 

They know they got what they need 

Love is their luxury 

 

They made something out of nothing 

Two kids and a loving home 

That front step may be broken 

And that old wood stove still needs stoking 

But they leave the things they want in life unspoken 

They know they got what they need 

Love is their luxury 

They know they got what they need

OLD SOUL

Stephanie Rose / RyLee Madison 

Girls used to need a magazine to help themselves look pretty 

Now the time they waste on the inter web is so mundane it’s silly 

They base their popularity on how much dumb activity is blowing up their social feed and it’s… so exhausting 

 

I’ve got little time or interest for the short lived things in life 

When I’ve got my sights on something I don’t let myself think twice 

All that chatter, it don’t matter 

When you’re an old soul 

 

It used to be a telephone would tie you to the wall 

Now there’s no escaping it, it goes everywhere you go 

A glowing screen on everything, creating inefficiency, a dying breed 

Somebody help us please 

 

I’ve got little time or interest for the short lived things in life 

When I’ve got my sights on something I don’t let myself think twice 

All that chatter, it don’t matter 

When you’re an old soul 

 

How I long for the days of horse and carriage 

Back when a marriage meant something 

 

I’ve got little time or interest for the short lived things in life 

When I’ve got my sights on something I don’t let myself think twice 

All that chatter, it don’t matter 

When you’re an old soul

CRUSHED

Stephanie Rose / Kim Tribble / RyLee Madison 

Like an eighteen wheeler on a blind man’s curve 

Frozen in the moment no time to swerve 

Didn’t see it coming cuz the caution signs were blurred 

Like ninety-nine cars on a railroad track 

Wheels on steel going clickety-clack 

No amount of tears ain’t ever gonna bring him back 

 

She tough 

There’s only so much she can take 

She can fake it 

She’s shattered 

Like pieces of glass on the ground 

She’s going down 

She’s crushed 

 

Red high heels and a little black dress 

Tattooed on her heart where she got hit 

And it still burns every time she tries to forget 

At the end of her rope, that’s it, she’s done 

Got blond ambition and a thirty-eight gun 

She’s waiting on the last light of the sun 

 

She tough 

There’s only so much she can take 

She can fake it 

She’s shattered 

Like pieces of glass on the ground 

She’s going down 

She's crushed

SAME OLD SAME OLD

Stephanie Rose / RyLee Madison 

This dusty little town wakes up with the dawn 

Everyone in the know of what’s going on 

Eight A.M. on the nose we’ll be sipping a Joe 

Talking weather and what not on coffee row 

 

Same old same old 

Familiar faces in familiar places 

Same old same old 

And I love it 

 

Traffic jams full of tractors, trucks and cattle 

Farming the land can be a bit of a battle 

Could be fifty below, covered in snow 

But we dig ourselves and away we go 

 

Same old same old 

Familiar faces in familiar places 

Same old same old 

Wouldn’t want to replace it and I don’t want to change it 

I love it , I love it 

 

He walks through the door, gives me a kiss 

We sit at the table and bow our heads 

Fall asleep on the couch watching reruns of friends 

And slowly make our way to bed 

 

Same old same old 

Familiar faces in familiar places 

Same old same old 

And I love it 

I love it

BED OF ROSES

Stephanie Rose / RyLee Madison 

That thirst that’ll drag you outta of bed 

Those thoughts that are running through your head 

I’m the drug that won’t give you up 

Like whiskey pumping through your veins 

Craving it time and time again 

I’m the road that’ll keep you in a rut 

Just when you think you’ve turned another page 

I’ll be your hurricane that comes back raging 

 

Like gasoline on your little fire 

I can tear you down burn it higher and higher 

I’m the weed in your bed of roses 

 

You’re looking good and feeling clean 

Thinking you’ve swept it underneath 

But that desire never gets old 

That’s how it goes, you know I’ll be 

 

Like gasoline on your little fire 

I can tear you down burn it higher and higher 

I’m the weed in your bed of roses 

 

As my roots grow deep 

Your petals, they just wilt 

There’s nothing stopping me 

From going for the kill 

 

Like gasoline on your little fire 

I can tear you down burn it higher and higher 

Like gasoline on your little fire 

I can tear you down burn it higher and higher 

I’m the weed in your bed of roses 

I’m the weed in your bed of roses

DID YOU HEAR

Stephanie Rose / RyLee Madison 

Fresh out of school John and Sue married young 

Rumours started flying, she was six weeks along 

Did you hear 

It wasn’t Johnny’s 

Working with a baby bump and paying the bills 

While he’s running over town getting his latest thrills 

Did you hear 

This time it’s Bonnie 

 

Small town loving filled with little lies 

And the secrets they hide 

 

Did you hear the latest gossip on the rumour mill 

It’s like a loaded weapons with a license to kill 

That constant chatter in your ear 

Did you hear 

 

Johnny took up drinking to get through the night 

Drowning out his sin til bourbon took his life 

Did you hear 

Something bout poison 

The morning after Sue was seen downtown 

Cashing in before she has him in the ground 

Did you hear 

 

She got more than enough 

Some would say that look she had in her eye 

Was a devilish smile 

 

Did you hear the latest gossip on the rumour mill 

It’s like a loaded weapons with a license to kill 

That constant chatter in your ear 

Did you hear 

 

Ohhhh…. 

Truth is Johnny was sick, he knew he didn’t have long 

Made Sue his wife so she wouldn’t be looked down on 

Did you hear 

He was her hero 

Oh did you hear 

well, what do you know

HOW TO FISH

Stephanie Rose / RyLee Madison 

Grandpa taught me be still while I’m casting a line 

Where the good ones sit waiting for that five diamond 

He said “don’t you tell a soul bout this spot of mine” 

I said “yes sir” 

And we kept casting our lines 

He taught me to work like he and Grandma Rose 

How hard it was to earn everything that they owned 

And when you’re blessed with good neighbours 

You treat em like gold 

And I said “yes sir” 

And we kept casting our lines 

 

It’s not about the catch 

Its about the company 

It’s not about the size 

It’s about the stories 

Of casting your line on the simple things in life 

And reeling them in 

That’s how to fish 

 

He taught me how to fight 

While sitting in that boat 

He said “one to the gut, another to the nose 

If you think he needs more, well then, 

Blacken his eyes” 

I said “Yes sir” 

And we kept casting our lines 

 

It’s not about the catch 

Its about the company 

It’s not about the size 

It’s about the stories 

Of casting your line on the simple things in life 

And reeling them in 

 

There’s gonna be ones that get away 

But that’s ok, it’s not about the fish anyway 

 

It’s not about the catch 

Its about the company 

It’s not about the size 

It’s about the stories 

Of casting your line on the simple things in life 

And reeling them in 

That’s how to fish 

That’s how to fish