Coming down through Memphis
On cold November night
The wind was howling like a long lost child
Never to be seen again
City lights were blinding
And the radio called for prayer
Elvis sang about the Promised Land
But I ain’t found that place yet
If you run in the wrong direction
If you fly too close to the sun
I will bet you even money boy that
Your heart will come undone
And in the end you will beg for mercy
Give it all for one last chance
To roll the dice and win her love
Even money that your luck will last
There’s another kind of trouble
Brewing in the air
A thousand miles ain’t far enough to get away from here
The banks took all the money
Foreclosed and left us flat
My heart’s in pieces on the cold hard ground
And I can never get that back
You can’t tell me nothing’s going on
Only trouble is there’s nothing left
To teach us right from wrong
She tried her best to help me
Heal me and make me whole
But late at night the walls creep in
And devil takes my soul
And if I could hold on
Long enough to find
A way across those desert sands
To the shelter of her arms
credits
from after all this time,
released April 13, 2015
Shannon Lyon - guitars, drums , bass
bj Bartmaans - mandolin, slide guitar
Elly Kellner - backing vocals
Douglas Mclean - music/lyrics / acoustic guitar / vocals
The latest album by Phill Reynolds, a project of Italian singer Silva Martino Cantele, takes listeners on an Americana-fueled musical ride. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2022
More smoky, melancholy folk from Italian singer-songwriter Phill Reynolds, laced with elements of Americana, country, and the blues. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 13, 2021