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  1. EASTBOUND

From the recording Tales From Hill Country

Fun Louisiana roadhouse tune that was a blast to write and record. I'll never forget it. Such a thrill to record with the Incredible drummer; Chris "Whipper" Layton (Stevie Ray Vaughan/ Double Trouble/Arc Angels/Storyville). Also, Damian Sisca has an absolutely scorching accordion/keyboard solo on it.

Music/Lyrics written by CJ Niehoff
CJ Niehoff- Guitars/Vocals
Damian Sisca - Accordion keyboards
Derek Burgess - Bass
Chris (Whipper) Layton - Drums
Backround Vocals - Julie Niehoff
Engineers - Rick Plester, CJ Niehoff
Mastering - Rick Plester, Calen Niehoff
Recorded at Jamfoot Studios
Copyright 2020 ©

Lyrics

Well I’m a rolling down the road with a weighty load ‘cause the past is a chasing me I did four years time with a bottle and a rhyme
And I’m starting over graciously
I’m kind of in a fog cause I done lost my dog
I’m thinking positively
And I think I ought to warn you
That I’m leaving California
And I don’t want you here with me
I’m Going Eastbound I’m going home
I’m headed Eastbound
Baby my oats are sown
Don’t write me letters Just leave me be
I think I ought to warn you
That I’m leaving California
And I don’t want you here with me

I thought we had it made that our love would never fade
But the preacher man didn’t decree
That we’d always be together in fair or nasty weather
Just as long as we both would be
Well along came the man who had a different plan
Stole you away from me
When I saw you together like a birds of a feather on a branch hung perilously

I’m Going Eastbound
I’m going home
I’m headed Eastbound
Baby my oats are sown
Don’t write me letters
Just leave me be
I think I ought to warn you
That I’m leaving California
And I don’t want you here with me

Well I’m a rolling down the road with a weighty load ‘cause the past is a chasing me
I did four years time with a bottle and a rhyme
And I’m starting over graciously
I’m kind of in a fog and I done lost my dog But I’m thinking positively
And I think I ought to warn you
That I’m leaving California
Don’t want you here with me
I’m Going Eastbound
I’m going home
Im headed Eastbound
Baby my oats are sown
Don’t write me letters
Just leave me be
I think I ought to warn you
That I’m leaving California
And I don’t want you here with me