Music

Live in '09

by Matt Cox

Released 2019
Matt Cox Music
Released 2019
Matt Cox Music
A rock 'n roll-at-heart stampede of Country, Folk, and Blues delivered in 45mns of raw, whiskey-infused-energy that was the driving force behind this emerging singer/songwriter's earliest works.
NOTES
Matt Cox - vocals, guitar, harmonica
Ben Zinn - guitar, pedal steel, dojo
Seth Ondracek - bass
Nick Semrad - piano
Matt Arbeiter - drums

Produced by Jeremy Garrett and Matt Cox
Recorded live at The Waiting Room Lounge in Omaha, NE in the Spring of 2009.

High Places

by Matt Cox

Released 2018
Sower Records
Released 2018
Sower Records
"Cox has again crafted an album of vivid songs that are layered, relatable, and as engaging as anything to come out this year.” -Ryan Evans, Tree with Roots KZUM 89.3

"Wonderful. Honest. Authentic." -Rick Galusha, Pacific Street Blues KIWR 89.7
  • 03:14 Lyrics 18 Wheels

    18 WHEELS

    I drive eighteen wheels 

    And momma don’t shine my shoes  x2

    My chains are rusty

    I’ve been carrying bad news

    Coming down from the mountain

    I got thirty-seven miles of grade  x2

    I’m downshifting low gears

    Hauling these blues away

    Eighteen wheels

    Don’t shine my shoes  x2

    My chains are rusty

    I’ve been carrying bad news

    My brakes keep breaking

    And my headlamp’s got a blown fuse  x2

    My starter won’t start 

    And I got a broke-down engine too

    (Chorus) 

     

    (c) 2018

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 03:38 Lyrics Rockwell

    ROCKWELL

    I fell into that old rock-well

    I fell so fast that nobody could tell 

    But you could tell by the circles 

    And tell by the smell

    I fell into that old rock-well

    I was born with a curious mind 

    Went looking for any trouble I could find

    Now I’m out here trying to keep between the lines 

    And leave all the pain and worries behind

    (chorus)

    Cocaine Katie she’s a small town girl

    They say that when she was born

    She had the devil’s curls

    Lost her looks the day she pawned her pearls

    Ain’t a thing that can save her

    In this God-almighty world

    (chorus)

    There’s a plague spreading all across this land

    It’ll steal your woman, it’ll rob your man

    Ain’t no really telling where it all began

    Some say it started with your Uncle Sam

    (chorus)

     

    (c)2018

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 03:45 Lyrics High Places

    HIGH PLACES

    I got friends in high places

    It don’t matter where I’ve been

    Every time I see that rocky skyline

    I know I’ve got a real good friend

    I feel much better high above sea level

    Where the air’s so clean and thin

    Yeah, I got friends in high places

    And I know they’ll take me in

    I rolled out to Denver, Colorado

    To see an old pal of mine

    We spent the weekend high up in the mountains

    And Lord, she was mighty kind

    But, I couldn’t stay long no, I had to get goin’ 

    I was Arizona bound

    She begged me to come with me

    And I could not turn her down

    It was shortly before nightfall 

    We were looking for a place to camp

    When the Beaver County Sheriff passed me by

    And I must have had a bum tail lamp

    He whipped his car ‘round 

    And I got the shake down

    There on the side of that road

    We were twenty miles from Zion

    When he told me what I owed

    He said, I’ll let you keep your license son

    It might just be your lucky day

    But, before I let you go you know

    There’s just one thing that I’ve got to say

    I don't like friends like yours ‘round here

    And I don’t care for the hair down over your ears

    Then he shook my hand 

    And said, I hope you understand

    Then stole my Mary Jane

    (chorus)

     

    (c)2018

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 02:35 Lyrics Go Get Rich

    GO GET RICH

    Go get Rich

    Get him on the line

    Tell him I’m calling

    And I keep on trying

    Go Get Rich

    Tell him I’m falling

    He don’t know my name

    But, he’s the friend of a friend of mine

    He can take your water

    And make a strawberry wine

    He can make a young man

    Go and lose his mind

    Some get lucky

    Some die trying

    And you got to make some money, honey

    If you want to walk that line

    (chorus)

    If I had a dollar for every single time

    That I wish I had a dollar for a new double-wide

    I park it in the country 

    And stay home at night

    Then me and my baby 

    Wouldn’t come home and fuss’n fight

    (chorus)

     

    (c)2018

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 04:48 Lyrics Medicine Man

    MEDICINE MAN

    The Cold War weather’s 

    Got you feeling all alone

    You say your blood’s thicker than water

    But you’re frozen to the bone

    Have a little more

    From the Medicine Man  x2

    Go downstairs and put a record on

    And leave it all behind

    Lose yourself now in the song

    And let the melody ease your mind

    (chorus)

    Time is all you have boy

    Don’t waste it all away

    Everybody’s just trying to make it 

    Through another day 

    (chorus)

     

    (c)2018

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 02:56 Lyrics Pepper Pickin' Daddy

    PEPPER PICKIN’ DADDY

    I’m a pepper pickin’ Daddy

    Hot salsa in my veins  x2

    I’m a pepper pickin’ Daddy

    I can’t feel no pain

    I called up my baby and said darling please come home

    Yeah, I’ve been picking peppers and I’m all alone

    Tell your boss your sick and give your dog a bone

    I’ve gotta warn you baby

    I’m spicy to the touch  x2

    When I’ve been picking peppers I start burning up

    I like them spicy habaneros 

    But, Jalepenos will do 

    Red hot chili peppers

    And Che Guevara blues

    Bells and bananas

    I like them sweet ones too

    (chorus)

     

    (c)2018

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 04:41 Lyrics Palace of the Sun

    PALACE OF THE SUN

    Billy came down from Houston

    With a suitcase and a gun

    Across the Rio Grande

    No one really knew what he done

    He was the father of five children

    But, they say that his first born son

    Took a bullet in Afghanistan 

    On the day he turned twenty-one

    Goodbye Rosie

    Rosie goodbye I’ve gotta run

    Boys around the table

    Are pulling out big guns

    Via con dios

    I’ll meet you at the Palace Of The Sun

    On a beach near Playa Del Carmen

    There sat Rosie one afternoon

    She had skin like Spanish leather 

    And her hair smelled like sweet perfume

    In a dirty-lit cantina they called

    The Palace Of The Sun

    They drank mezcal margaritas

    And Coconuts full of rum

    (chorus)

    But, he couldn’t escape the memories 

    Of the life he’d left behind 

    And they say that a deep depression

    Swallowed up poor Billy’s mind

    They found him on a Sunday

    Just before the evening tide

    With a bottle in his left hand 

    And a letter in his right

    (chorus)

     

    (c)2018

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 04:20 Lyrics Granite Angels

    GRANITE ANGELS

    I’ve got this old Marine Band harmonica

    It’s still got Grandpa’s sweet pipe tobacco smell

    And it’s getting a little rough around the edges

    But, it still plays pretty well

    We’re going out where cool waters

    Don’t taste like mercury and lead

    I’m tired of this old dirty river

    and this old rock bed

    I count my lucky stars 

    Every night and day

    For the rarest birds

    They always seem to fly away

    And it makes my blood run as cold

    As granite angels

    I used to go to church on Sundays

    But, now they all just hurt like Hell

    I don’t think I’d ever make it up in Heaven

    Maybe time will tell

    I used to think that the longer the life

    It was only the slower the death

    Now, I wish there was some place in the middle

    Where we could keep on dreaming

    (chorus)

     

    (c)2018

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 03:20 Lyrics Big Shot Racket

    BIG SHOT RACKET

    Hey there Mr. Big Shot

    Can we make a deal?

    Teach me how to sell records 

    Tell me how to feel 

    He said it’s one step forward and two steps back

    Life’s a losing battle it’s a matter of fact

    Hey there pretty momma

    Does your hair hang low?

    Tell me who do you love?

    What does your garden grow?

    She said it’s one step forward and two steps back

    Life’s a shiny penny on a railroad track

    Good morning Blues 

    Tell me how do you do?

    It seems just like yesterday

    That I last saw you

    It’s one step forward and two steps back 

    With a cocaine habit and a bottle of jack

    Hey there Mr. Big Shot

    How does it feel? 

    Can we make a gold record?

    Come on let’s make a deal

    He said it’s one step forward and two steps back

    It’s just a big racket it’s a matter of fact

     

    (c)2018

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 02:23 Lyrics Donald

    DONALD

    Hey tweety bird 

    With your fake blonde haircut 

    Why don’t you just go home?

    Stop tweeting on your cell phone

    Show a little backbone

    And act like you’ve been there before

    You may think you’re making 

    America great again

    With that smug look on your face

    But I’ve gotta break it to ya

    We can all see right through ya

    Donald you’re a total disgrace

    Hey money bags 

    With your fake blonde haircut

    Why don't you just go home?

    Go take a nap in a tanning bed

    We’ll forget what you said

    And pretend it never happened at all

    Because we’ve all been hacked by alternative facts

    And I’m afraid that there’s been a mistake

    Won’t you please pack your bags

    So we can all relax 

    Donald you’re a total disgrace

    Hey shit talker

    With your fake blonde haircut

    Why don’t you just go home?

    Stop spreading your ignorant political agendas

    And trying to offend everyone

    You said if you got elected 

    We’d be better protected  

    But, it doesn’t really feel like the case

    You couldn’t save a soul with a fifty-foot pole

    Donald your a total disgrace

    Hey pussy grabber 

    With your fake blonde haircut

    Why don’t you just go home?

    You can’t take the heat 

    So get your ass out of the kitchen

    And leave all our women alone

    You can’t be a representative and be so insensitive 

    To issues like gender and race

    You may be our president 

    But, we all think it’s evident 

    Donald you’re a total disgrace 

     

    (c)2018

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 03:02 Lyrics Drama Queen (Bonus Track)

    DRAMA QUEEN

    When I first met you

    You were just a baby

    And your momma raised you 

    That first year on her own 

    And though it seemed 

    The whole town knew her story

    I’d never met a woman so alone

    Well, my Grandpa told me 

    After my last car wreck

    He said son there must be a reason 

    You ain’t dead

    But, to tell you the truth 

    Before I met you girl

    I’m not sure I ever believed 

    A word that he said

    They say that everything here happens for a reason

    But, I don’t care if it don’t mean a thing

    You’ll always be your Daddy’s little princess

    And you’ll always be my little drama queen

    Well, they say that it’s insane 

    How quick you grow up

    And that one day 

    We’ll wake up and you’ll be gone

    Someday you might go 

    Looking for some answers

    And I hope you find 

    That we never did you no wrong

    ‘Cause sweetheart I’m sure glad I met your momma

    And I don’t regret giving her that diamond ring

    You’ll always be your Daddy’s little princess 

    And you’ll always be my little drama queen

     

    (c)2018

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 04:01 Lyrics Heart on My Sleeve (Bonus Track)

    HEART ON MY SLEEVE

    With my heart on my sleeve 

    And a hole in my chest

    I’ve traveled alone 

    And I’ve run with the best

    While the whole world she bleeds 

    I’ve turned to go west

    With my heart on my sleeve 

    It put a hole in my chest

    Some lovers they leave ya

    And some we lay to rest

    Some will lie and deceive ya

    Though you’d never guess

    That all that glitters ain’t really gold 

    And some silver won’t shine

    And diamonds get scattered 

    Over sands of time

    Now that I’ve found out 

    What it takes to become a man

    I know that deep down honey 

    Our love it didn't have a chance

    We should know better than to say that it’s forever

    When God laughs at all of our plans

    With my heart on my sleeve 

    And a hole in my chest

    I've traveled alone 

    And I've run with the best

    Now the whole world she bleeds 

    Like the sun in the west

    With my heart on my sleeve

    It put a hole in my chest

     

    (c)2018

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

NOTES
Matt Cox - vocals, guitar, harmonica, banjo, percussion
Colin Duckworth - electric and steel guitars, mandolin
Eric Elworth - upright bass, vocals, accordion, rhodes, organ
Jarron Wayne Storm, III - drums and percussion, vocals
Dan McCarthy - piano
Gino Meyer - charango

Produced by Jeremy Garrett and Matt Cox
Recorded at Hidden Tracks Studio, Omaha, NE

The Cost of Everything and the Value of Nothing

by Matt Cox

Released 2016
Sower Records
Released 2016
Sower Records
"...begins with the death of his mother and ends with the collapse of all humankind, and somewhere in between is a critique on the excesses of 21st-century America... oddly optimistic and slightly utopian." -James Walmsley, The Reader
  • 02:45 Lyrics The Charcoal Grill Song

    I've been hard to reach lately

    I've been really out of touch 

    I've been missing you mama

    I've been drinking too much

    For the longer the winter time 

    The more I wish that you were here

    And the days seem to get a little shorter

    More and more every year

     

    Well, time is what you make of it

    And routine is the enemy of time

    We do the same thing every day

    While it all goes flying by

    Oh, mama, how it all goes flying by...

     

    I wish that I could hold you

    And tell you just how I feel

    I'd let you know I'm doing pretty good

    I guess this time it's for real

    If we could go for one last picnic 

    Or maybe just have one more meal

    I'd burn us some kosher hot-dogs 

    On top of an old charcoal grill

    But you flew just like an eagle 

    And you fought just like a dog

    With the wings of an angel

    And the heart of a song

     

    Well, time is what you make of it

    And routine is the enemy of time

    We do the same thing every day

    While it all goes flying by

    Oh, mama, how it all goes flying by...

     

    (c) 2016

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 03:21 Lyrics Half Empty

    Times are harder than ever before

    You pay 'em one bill and they send you ten more

    If you're a good man

    I guess you understand

     

    I've got these blues , I got 'em so damn bad

    It seems like the luck I've had has all been bad

    If you're a good man

    I guess you understand

     

    I tell ya one thing if troubles was gold

    I'd have more money than my pockets got holes

    If you're a good man

    I guess you understand

     

    I got to the store and I can't afford no bread

    The tanks half empty and I ain't got no cigarettes

    If you're a good man

    I guess you understand

     

    Lord tell me, Lord tell me why

    So many good people have to lay down and die

    If you're a good man

    I guess you understand

     

    (c) 2016

    Matt Cox/ASCAP 

  • 02:57 Lyrics Nighttime Drifter

    I'm driftin' and driftin'

    Lordy, I'm fadin' fast (x2)

    I keep drinking my fool-head off

    Trying to forget my past

     

    I'm a nighttime drifter

    I can't stand no day (x2)

    I feel my best around midnight

    In the morning I'm on my way

     

    Tell me, tell me

    You no I can't stand no lie (x2)

    Are you gonna be my sugar babe

    Are you gonna pass me by

     

    I'm driftin' and driftin' 

    Lordy, I'm fadin' fast (x2)

    I keep drinking my fool-head off

    Trying to forget my past

     

  • 03:08 Lyrics Drama Queen

    When I first met you

    You were just a baby

    And your mama raised you 

    That first year on her own

    And though it seemed

    The whole town knew her story

    I had never met a woman so alone

     

    My grandpa told me 

    After my last carwreck

    He said, "Son there must be a reason you ain't dead"

    But to tell you the truth 

    Before I met you girl

    I'm not sure I ever believed 

    A word that he said

     

    They say that everything here happens for a reason

    But I don't care if it don't mean a thing

    You'll always be your daddy's little princess

    And you'll always be my little drama queen

     

    They say that it's insane

    How quick you grow up

    And one day we'll wake up and you'll be gone

    And someday you might go

    Looking for some answers 

    Well, I hope that you find 

    We never did you wrong

     

    Sweetheart I'm sure glad I met your mama

    And I don't regret giving her that diamond ring

    You'll always be your daddy's little princess

    And you'll always be my little drama queen

     

    (c) 2016

    Matt Cox/ASCAP 

  • 03:02 Little Lucy
  • 03:19 Lyrics Trouble All over the World

    Trouble all over this world

    Every town, every country

    Every boy, every girl

    I see trouble all over this world

    I'm seeing trouble all over this world

    Every town, every country

    Every boy, every girl

     

    Six white horses following me

    Have come to take me

    Back home to Galilee

    I hear six white horses following me

    They've come to take me

    Back home to Galilee

     

    Please, no mister, don't you bury me

    You can take my ashes

    To the deep blue sea

    Please, no mister, don't you bury me

    You can take my ashes

    Scatter them in a dirty sea

     

    Trouble all over this world

    Every town, every country 

    Every boy, every girl

    I see trouble all over this world

    I'm seeing trouble all ove this world

    Every town, every country 

    Every boy, every girl

     

    (c) 2016

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 02:41 Lyrics A Good Woman's Love

    I was a rover 

    By land, or by sea

    Until a good woman's love

    Mad a new man out of me

     

    Life had no meaning

    It was so incomplete

    until a good woman's love

    Put me back on my feet

     

    Instead of roaming

    I go home in the evening

    And she's waiting there

    And I know, no matter what happens

    She'll always care

     

    When the night falls

    And the moon shines above

    I'm a man with a dream 

    And a good woman's love

     

    (c) 2016

    CY Coben/Delmore Music

  • 03:41 Lyrics Jumpin' River Blues

    You're sweet like a river

    Hot like a desert sun (x2)

    You said that you loved me 

    Child you're not the only one

     

    Goin' down to the river

    Lord, I'm gonna jump right in (x2)

    When I get down to the river 

    Gonna see if all my troubles can swim

     

    I'm low like the devil

    I'm high like an old oak tree (x2)

    If you try to get closer 

    You'll just get farther from me

     

    Sometimes I wonder

    If the good Lord will save my soul (x2)

    The sky up above me

    Is blacker than a chunk of coal

     

    I love my good gal

    You know I love my whiskey rye (x2)

    Never treat me low-down

    Love me till I'm satisfied 

     

    (c) 2016

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 05:28 Lyrics Happy Home

    I hear the thunder rolling across the mountains

    And it chills me to my bones

    The sound takes me back to my dear daddy

    And the words that he said when I first left home

    And the words that he said when I first left home

     

    He said, "Life can get a little rocky sometimes"

    "You may find yourself lost and all alone"

    "But remember this, my son, as long as I'm here

    "You will always have a happy home"

    "You will always have a happy home"

     

    But, I've always had a mind for rambling

    Ever since I was a little kid

    When my head starts to wandering and I want to go traveling

    To all the little places that I haven't been 

    To all the little places that I haven't been

     

    (c) 2016

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 03:41 Lyrics Our Great Escape

    Moments are flying

    Like a jet airplane

    I can see them coming

    Then they're gone again

    Town by town and day to day

    We're saving for our great escape

     

    Peaches and honey 

    Don't taste the same

    With a dirty spoon 

    Without a pretty name

    Bullshit and money still got the same ring

    If you shine it like a diamond

    Or flush it down the drain

     

    We gotta go

    We can't stay

    There's gonna be a time

    There'll be a day

    When we gotta go

    I know it's hard to say

    Just saving for our great escape

     

    Some lack the courage

    For to take the blame

    They roll the dice like

    It's a Milton Bradley game

    While the high Sierra's are going up in flames

    And the world we've made is a crying shame

     

    We gotta go

    We can't stay 

    There's gonna be a time

    There'll be a day

    When we gotta go

    I know it's hard to say

    Just saving for our great escape

     

    Our great escape

    Our great escape

    Our great escape

     

    (c) 2016

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

NOTES
Matt Cox - vocals, guitar, harmonica, banjo, percussion
Colin Duckworth - guitar, mandolin, pedal steel
Vern Fergesen - accordion, piano
Josh Dunwoody - upright bass

Produced by Jeremy Garrett and Matt Cox
Recorded at Hidden Tracks Studio, Omaha, NE

Nishnabotna

by Matt Cox

Released 2014
Sower Records
Released 2014
Sower Records
"Songs like "Country Rose" and "Gainesville Girl" digest a kind of rural-flavored heartache and deliver it to the audience as soulful, unflappable country." -Hear Nebraska
  • 05:02 Lyrics Country Rose

    I was born in Hamburg

    Winter 1981

    My Grandpa was a preacher

    I am a son of his son

    I never knew the other side

    They died before I could shoot the gun

     

    Just a young boy, wild and free to chase the wind

    I wish I was back in them ol' woods again

    Where the trees touch the heavens 

    Where the river took me in

     

    Take me home

    Oh, my Country Rose 

    Where I can play

    Where nobody goes

    Lay me down, honey-o

    In a cottonwood grove

    Where I can sleep

    Where nobody knows

     

    I was raised in a small town

    And I'll die in one too

    I ain't ever seen a city that had a sky as blue

    And I want to see the stars a-shining

    From my back porch in town

     

    Take me home

    Oh, my Country Rose

    Where I can play

    Where nobody goes

    Lay me down, honey-o

    In a cottonwood grove

    Where I can sleep

    Where nobody knows

     

    Things are changing so fast

    Wherever I go

    From the sidewalks to the buildings

    From my head to my toes

    Sometimes I wish I never got that itch to roam

     

    Take me home

    Oh, my Country Rose

    Where I can play

    Where nobody goes

    Lay me down, honey-o

    In a cottonwood grove

    Where I can sleep

    Where nobody knows

    Nobody knows

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 04:13 Lyrics Gavin's Point Dam

    It was early in the springtime

    When the snow thawed 

    In the high peaks of Montana

    And they rushed to release the water

    That was threatening to tear down

    Gavin's Point Dam

     

    They evacuated the flood plains

    And sandbagged all the highways 

    And prayed they'd hold

    But you can't defend against nature

    And some old levees just can't do 

    As they're told

     

    Now that black muddy river's 

    Rolling South like a runaway freight

    And they say come Hell or high-water

    This old heartland 

    Ain't ever gonna look the same

     

    There ain't no rhyme or reason

    You can't hang a big tag upon the answer

    While young folks of the future 

    Have to work and fight

    For their Social Security

     

    And the forest once full of trees

    And all the mountains, and the birds, and the bees

    They've all got cancer

    And the leaders we depend on

    Turn around and point their fingers

    At you and me

     

    I can't predict the weather

    But Lordy I sure feel a change

    God bless my weary soul

    I'm just a poor boy 

    I can't change a God damn thing

     

    Now it's September

    And that river's turned the farmland into sand

    I always will remember

    The story I saw and the picture 

    The one I recall from 

    Gavin's Point Dam

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 04:42 Lyrics Gainesville Girl

    I caught my first glimpse in a Benson bar

    Didn't make since, look how we've come so far

    But every time it seems like we're getting close

    You run and act like you've just seen a ghost

     

    They say less is more baby, more or less

    Well, I'm a simple man

    Honey, I confess

    Like a new born tugging at your breast

    Will steal the heartache right out from your chest

     

    Timber! The sky is falling down

    And the stars are swimming 

    Looks like they're gonna drown

    Well, these kind of tears

    They can flood the whole world

    And they all fall from the heart

    Of a Gainesville girl

     

    They all fall from the heart

    Of a Gainesville girl

     

    Hush now darlin', don't shed a word

    And nevermind what you may have heard

    I want to take a drive and let the tank run dry

    Until there ain't another tear in your eye

     

    Timber! The sky is falling down

    And the stars are swimming 

    Looks like they're gonna drown

    Well, these kind of tears

    They can flood the whole world

    And they all fall from the heart

    Of a Gainesville girl

     

    They all fall from the heart

    Of a Gainesville girl

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 03:23 Lyrics Summer Peaches

    Gutters are overflowing 

    Skies are wet with rain

    Fields are muddy, but the crops are happy

    How could anyone complain?

    How could anyone complain?

     

    Kids they're all puddle jumpers

    And the birds get a real fine bath

    Garden's growing quicker than the Mississippi River

    Big river, rising fast

    Big river, rising fast

     

    Oh-wee baby, I love your summer peaches

    Lord, I got a feeling like they're ain't nothing sweeter 

    I don't really mind if the sun don't shine, or

    If the rain keeps pouring on down

     

    It don't matter to me honey

    If there ain't a nickel to my name

    I ain't gonna do work today baby

    I ain't gonna do a darn thing

    I ain't gonna do a darn thing

     

    Oh-wee baby, I love your summer peaches

    Lord, I got a feeling like they're ain't nothing sweeter 

    I don't really mind if the sun don't shine, or

    If the rain keeps pouring on down

     

    Some people like it better

    When it's really hot and dry

    But my baby she don't mind if it's cloudy

    She's the apple of my eye

    She's the apple of my eye

     

    Oh-wee baby, I love your summer peaches

    Lord, I got a feeling like they're ain't nothin' sweeter 

    I don't really mind if the sun don't shine, or

    If the rain keeps pouring on down

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

     

     

  • 01:34 Lyrics Nishnabotna

    Instrumental

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 04:37 Lyrics Montegomery County Blues

    I know it's been a long time 

    And I've been down on my luck

    And I've been working

    Trying to make a buck 

    But tonight we're together 

    I want to stay out late

    I want to shake it up

     

    Gravel in my blood

    Tornado in my head

    Snake in the cellar

    Mosquito in my bed

    Blue Dog is in the meadow

    And the wild geese

    Are in the shed

     

    Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

    I can see your face a-shining

    As the daylight turns to dusk

    Well, the river is still turning 

    But now the sunset looks like rust

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

     

     

     

  • 03:07 Lyrics Two Weeks Notice

    I don't wanna go to work

    I don't wanna scrub no floor

    I don't wanna sweat in no kitchen

    No, not from ten to four

    Don't ya give me no orders

    I ain't cookin' no more

     

    This ol-darn day job

    It's getting mighty old

    Now don't you tell me winter's coming

    I can feel the air getting cold

    It makes me feel like sleeping

    And not doing what I'm told

     

    They say that money won't buy you love

    It won't buy you forgiveness from the powers above

    It's a sad situation

    Some can't find enough

    And some haven't got one penny

    When push comes to shove

     

    I'm pouring out my whiskey

    I'm throwing out my cigs

    I'm tired of this living

    And the whole darn gig

    I don't want no guarantees

    I don't wan to make it big

     

    I want to unpack my suitcase

    And settle in from the ride

    With my little lady and a new place to hide

    It's smaller than your kitchen 

    And it's whole-world wide

     

    I just want you to know 

    I want you to understand

    I got love for you woman 

    As strong as any man's 

    And when we grow old 

    And if the good Lord does allow

    We'll smile and remember 

    How we are now

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 02:57 Lyrics Whippoorwill

    Baby's in the kitchen cooking

    Breeze is humming through the blinds

    Sun's coming up, there's a cloud in the sky

    And I got a little something I want to get off my mind

    So many people get lonesome when they hear the whippoorwill's cry

    And sometime I'm so lonesome I just want to fly 

    Well, little whippoorwill you know you're a friend of mine

    Trouble down in the Gulf Coast

    And trouble in the Middle-East 

    Tell me honey, what's it say for you and me?

    All the blood in the sand 

    And oil in the deep blue sea

    I want to walk down by the river and cast my little line

    Where the fish are jumping in the evening light

    And by the time the sun goes down 

    They'll all be mine

    Summertime in Nebraska 

    Don't it make it feel alright?

    Thunderstorms, sweet corn, 

    The fourth of July

    And we make the most -

    Because the winter is always on time

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP 

     

     

  • 05:09 Lyrics Last Call Lovers

    There's a tabby sleeping

    On a cut-out box by the door

    In a lonely tavern 

    The band plays their final chord

    "Hey, bartender" 

    "Do you think I could get another pour?"

     

    It's a losing battle 

    You run and hide behind bars

    It's been a long time 

    Still I wonder where you are

    Your love was the sun

    And now it's just a falling star

     

    I've been chuckin' beer bottles, honey

    I've been cursing the moon

    For it's last call for lovers

    Down at the Broken Heart Saloon

    It's last call for lovers, and baby

    It's my last call for you 

     

    Now I toss and turn 

    And I walk this floor

    Staring out the window

    Hoping you'll walk through the door

    Deep in my heart I know 

    That I could have done more

     

    I've been chuckin' beer bottles, honey

    I've been cursing the moon

    For it's last call for lovers

    Down at the Broken Heart Saloon

    It's last call for lovers, and baby

    It's my last call for you 

     

    I remember the good old days

    And darling we've had 'em all

    But now that you're gone 

    I'm wishing I'd have called

    I don't know why I still hang these pictures on the wall

     

    I've been chuckin' beer bottles, honey

    I've been cursing the moon

    For it's last call for lovers

    Down at the Broken Heart Saloon

    It's last call for lovers, and baby

    It's my last call for you 

     

    It's last call for lovers, and baby

    It's my last call for you 

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

     

  • 02:19 Lyrics Hard to Find

    Hit heavy on the drum 

    Listen closely to the hum

    Until Heaven, I'm on the run

    Your temptation is like a gun

     

    I've been taking my sweet time

    Ain't ever making up my mind

    True religion is hard to find

    I used to see, but now I'm blind

     

    So, come along and take a ride

    You know I need you by my side

    There's a battle we all must fight 

    From the devil, you cannot hide

     

    Hit heavy on the drum 

    Listen closely to the hum

    Until Heaven, I'm on the run

    Your temptation is like a gun

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 04:58 Lyrics Cherokee

    The killed the coyote in the blink of an eye

    Now he don't run, and he don't fly

    They left his bones for the desert to dry

    Still deep in the night you can hear his cry

     

    Singing, who'll set it straight and send the Indians home

    Who will un-pave the roads where the buffalo roamed

    Would you march to see that your true colors were shown

    If you hadn't got no place to call your own

     

    Well, it's hard luck

    It's hard luck Cherokee

    And I'm your native son 

    And so is he

    Just one little lesson 

    For your children to teach

    And it's hard luck

    It's hard luck Cherokee

     

    Would you curse the day and say they did you wrong

    If you couldn't hear the beating of the drum

    Or remember the words to your Daddy's song

    And it's sure as you're born, boy as soon as you're gone

     

    Well, it's hard luck

    It's hard luck Cherokee

    And I'm your native son 

    And so is he

    Just one little lesson 

    For your children to teach

    And it's hard luck

    It's hard luck Cherokee

     

    Have you ever heard the sound of a grown mans cry

    To the sound of a hundred politicians lies

    Their empty promises buried in the sand

    You wonder just how long they'll keep us from our land

     

    And now it's five generations of reservations and chains

    For the sake of progress and the sake of change

    But that coyote he still runs in me

    And that coyote sings it's hard luck Cherokee

     

    Well, it's hard luck

    It's hard luck Cherokee

    And I'm your native son 

    And so is he

    Just one little lesson 

    For your children to teach

    And it's hard luck

    It's hard luck Cherokee

     

    (c) 2014

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

     

     

     

NOTES
Matt Cox - vocals, guitar, harmonica, banjo, drums on "Gavin's" and "Nishnabotna"
Steve Byam - pedal steel, dobro, electric guitar
Vern Fergesen - vocals, bass, organ, piano on "Last Call Lovers"
Colin Duckworth - electric guitar
Walker Gerard - drums
Bret Vovk - piano on "Gainesville Girl"
Justin Kephart - mandolin on "Two Weeks Notice"

Produced by Jeremy Garrett and Matt Cox
Recorded at Hidden Tracks Studio, Omaha, NE

Stopping The Pipeline Rocks: A #NoKXL Benefit Album

by Various Artists

Released 2014
Sower Records
Released 2014
Sower Records
Proceeds from the fundraiser and sales of the “Stopping the Pipeline Rocks” album will go to the fight against TransCanada’s Keystone XL pipeline, and support more clean energy projects like the Build Our Energy barn.
NOTES
Produced by Michael Semrad
Recorded at the Build Our Energy Barn, York, NE

Pipeline fighters on this album include:
Brad Hoshaw, Southpaw Bluegrass Band, Gerardo Meza, The Bottle Tops, McCarthy Trenching, Dr. John Walker, The Toasted Ponies, Matt Cox, David Boye, Dirty Talker, Jack Hotel, Jim Pipher, and Michael Semrad

Tracks in the Sound

by Matt Cox

Released 2011
Slo-Fidelity Records
Released 2011
Slo-Fidelity Records
"A shining example of Midwestern alt-country-rock-folk-indie-Americana music that somehow fits all and none of these categories." -Hear Nebraska
  • 04:45 Lyrics Let's Take It Home

    I've been out of touch lately 

    This old scene's getting so tired 

    But tonight you're the only one for me, baby

    And honey, if you don't mind

     

    Oh, I'm ready

    Oh, honey I'm ready

    I'm for for you now, baby

    Let's take it on home

     

    We got ice cream in the cooler 

    Hard liquor up on the shelf

    I know I should get some rest 

    But tonight I'm drinking to your health

     

    Oh, I'm ready

    Oh, honey I'm ready

    I'm for for you now, baby

    Let's take it on home

     

    I can see it's getting late now

    I can see you're watching the clock 

    I know when I had too much, baby 

    But sometimes it's hard to stop

     

    Oh, I'm ready

    Oh, honey I'm ready

    I'm for for you now, baby

    Let's take it on home

     

    I can't stay here any longer

    It's getting hard to breathe

    I'm feeling a little uneasy

    Getting weak down in my knees

     

    Oh, I'm ready

    Oh, honey I'm ready

    I'm for for you now, baby

    Let's take it on home

     

    So, put your last dollar in the jukebox 

    And settle up at the bar 

    Sorry, ain't no kind of answer 

    Baby, some day we'll have it all

     

    Oh, I'm ready

    Oh, honey I'm ready

    I'm for for you now, baby

    Let's take it on home

    Take it on home

    Take it on home 

    Take it on home

     

    (c) 2011

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 03:16 Lyrics Three Rounds Down

    I woke up early one morning 

    Nowhere to go for to hang around

    I was stuck down in County

    For what the deputies found

    In the truck of my car 

    Lying dead was my Lenore

    And underneath of the passenger seat

    Was my loaded .44

     

    They said, Son,

    Where'd you get the gun?

    Why'd you shoot her?

    Why'd you run?

    For this you know you will surely hang

    And your rambling days are done

    I said, Sir,

    Well, I just heard

    She'd been seen with another guy

    In the bathroom of the bar last night

    They say he was a friend of mine

    But I didn't shoot when I saw her

    I gave her a chance to lie

    I didn't pull that trigger

    Until she looked me in the eyes

     

    And I went

    Round, round, round

    It only took three rounds

    To take her 

    Down, down, down 

    And I shot that woman down

    Round, round, round

    It only took three rounds

    To take her

    Down, down, down 

    And I shot that woman down

     

    But the judge said 

    Now boy, she didn't need to die

    We all deserve a second chance

    She was only twenty-five

    But I know she'll be missed 

    She was the sweetest girl around

    And I couldn't dump her poor body

    That's why I'm back in town

    For I hope you'll have mercy on me 

    I've confessed for all of my sins

    If you kindly look the other way

    You won't see me again

     

    And I went

    Round, round, round

    It only took three rounds

    To take her 

    Down, down, down 

    And I shot that woman down

    Round, round, round

    It only took three rounds

    To take her

    Down, down, down 

    And I shot that woman down

     

    But I can see her when I'm sleeping

    Lord, she won't let me live it down 

    I can still hear her calling out my name 

    From six feet in the ground

     

    (c) 2011

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 06:01 Lyrics July Sun

    I heard you bought the farm in Nashville

    Well, I hope you found what you were looking for

    Though I may often still think about you

    I know you just don't need me anymore

    But as sure as the July sun will shine upon us

    As sure as the burdens that we all bare

    It's hard to keep a steady hand rolling

    When you won't let go of the dice

     

    I hope that your new love treats you nice and proper

    I hope he's filthy rich, and tall, and strong

    I'm sure he has plenty more to offer

    Than hand-me-down boots and worn out songs

    But as sure as the July sun will shine upon us

    As sure as the burdens that we all share

    It may be just around the next corner

    But there's always another way of getting there

     

    I must admit, I too found another

    And I'm much better off than I've ever been

    I don't want these words to sound bitter

    For I'm glad that we both found happiness

    As sure as the July sun will shine upon us

    As sure as the burdens that we all bare

    It's hard to keep a good thing going

    And it's just as hard to say goodbye 

     

    (c) 2011

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

     

  • 03:43 Lyrics Ungodly Creatures

    I've seen Ungodly Creatures

    Starve and kill their fellow man

    For the color of their skin

    For the religion they believe in 

    But I was raised to fear Jesus

    And respect my government 

    Obey every command

    You'll get sent up

    Straight to heaven

    But if I could have my own opinion

    I'd shout it from the highest mountain

    You can believe what you want to believe in 

    I just don't trust some superstitions

    I don't need to find salvation

    No, I found my own, Lord

    In the valleys and the canyons

    In the fields and the shores

    There's a beauty that's all around us

    You don't really gotta look too hard

    It's in the changing of the weather

    It's in your very own backyard

    Some places can get a little ugly

    But I ain't gonna discriminate

    Because, we should all help one another 

    And make the Earth a better place

    We'll give her a brand new name

    And the attention that she deserves

    And we'll all become one family

    Brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers

     

    (c) 2011 

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 04:04 Lyrics Hey, Pretty Mamma

    Hey there pretty mama 

    Tell me what do you know?

    I'm standing here right next to you 

    And I'm feeling so alone

     

    The winter's cold and slick honey

    And summer's thick as thieves

    And sometimes our love is angry 

    And sometimes it weaves

    But there ain't nowhere to hide 

    When all your troubles are inside

    And darling your my girl

    And you know that I'm your guy 

     

    But, if we had the time

    Maggie would you call for me?

    When it's dark as night

    Tell me what do you see?

    Are we running out of chances to go on?

     

    You can wrestle through your memories

    And wrestle through the weeds

    Take your share of chances 

    And do your share of deeds

    But that monkey on your back 

    It ain't cutting you no slack 

    And it's hared to tell your future

    When you don't know where your at

     

    If we had the time

    Maggie would you call for me?

    When it's dark as night

    Tell me what do you see?

    Are we running out of chances to go on?

     

    I can't think of any other place I'd rather be

    I've seen better days and this might be the last I see

    So kick off your shoes honey

    And relax your little feet

    I'll see you in the morning

    It's been a long hard week 

     

    (c) 2100

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

     

  • 06:15 Lyrics Down To the Station

    Everything is changing just for the season

    Faded colors and brief are the days

    In the morning I must be leaving 

    And the time we shared will soon fade away

     

    Take me down to the station

    Hurry put me on a train

    This old town has got me feeling low down

    And it looks like we've seen this one before

    If I might not make it home tonight

    Baby please don't you lock that door

     

    I may be gone just for the weekend

    I know I never have the words to say

    But if you can give me just one good reason

    I know somewhere baby I've got a mind to stay

     

    Take me down to the station

    Hurry put me on a train

    This old town has got me feeling low down

    And it looks like we've seen this one before

    If I might not make it home tonight

    Baby please don't you lock that door

     

    There's no simple explanation 

    For why we all do the things we all do

    But there's no need for speculation

    I know your heart is pure and true

     

    Take me down to the station

    Hurry put me on a train

    This old town has got me feeling low down

    And it looks like we've seen this one before

    If I might not make it home tonight

    Baby please don't you lock that door

     

    Don't lock me out

     

    (c) 2011

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

     

     

     

  • 03:30 Lyrics Last Kiss With Paulita

    Down in Lincoln County 

    Back in 1883

    They got William Bonney

    For murder in the worst degree

    Some say he was a hero

    Just a vigilante man

    Hotter than a pistol

    Mean as a crocodile

    Until he met sweet Pualita

    Who nearly killed him with her smile

    Before there was a verdict

    He only had one request

     

    Un beso mas de Paulita

    There gonna hang me in the morning

    Un beso mas de Paulita

    The sun's coming fast

     

    Billy spoke to the judge

    He said what's gonna be my fine?

    Fifty long years, or will you take my young life?

    Then the judges gavel fell

    And a chill crawled up his spine

     

    Un beso mas de Paulita

    There gonna hang me in the morning

    Un beso mas de Paulita

    The sun's coming fast

     

    They finally got his number

    And they're gonna make him pay for what he did

    And so goes the legend of Pat Garrett and the Kid

    He'll make a fine example

    A man ain't nothing but a man

    Then on that fateful morning when they go to hang the Kid 

    Billy jumped the shotgun 

    And Billy hit the skids

    Some say he's still riding

    Still looking for that kiss

     

    Un beso mas de Paulita

    There gonna hang me in the morning

    Un beso mas de Paulita

    The sun's coming fast

     

    Un beso mas de Paulita

    Un beso mas de Paulita

    Give me one last kiss from Paulita

    Lord, the sun's coming up fast

     

    (c) 2011

    Matt Cox/ASCAP 

     

     

  • 06:01 Lyrics Waiting On the Rain

    I've travelled most of this country

    Through cities and towns

    And everywhere I've found

    People putting other people down 

     

    When I packed up my guitar

    And headed south down for Austin

    I didn't know just where I was going

    Or how long I'd be gone

     

    But something hit me that day

    I knew I was right where I belonged

    When I heard that radio playing

    One of your favorite songs

     

    It takes a certain kind of lover

    It takes a certain kind of friend

    To always be there for each other

    To have a helping hand to lend

     

    They're gonna keep on changing

    The rules of the game

    And I'm tired of just sitting here

    Waiting on the rain

     

    I kept mostly to myself

    And studied my trade

    I tried to make some sense of 

    The bad choices I've made

     

    From street corners to the big show

    They try to take it all away

    But don't pretend to be what you ain't

    And understand what I say

     

    They're gonna keep on changing

    The rules of the game

    Now I'm just sitting here singing

    Waiting on the rain

     

    If you take to drinking

    You better steady your aim

    Be careful of what you do

    And don't shit on your name

     

    If you're feeling like leaving

    Go on and walk out the door

    Just remember if you slip

    And you come back for more

     

    That a whole lot of lovin'

    Is just a big waste of time

    If I can't be in your dreams

    And you can't live with mine

     

    They're gonna keep on changing

    The rules of the game

    But I'll just keep on singing

    Waiting on the rain

     

    Yeah, I'll just be here singing

    Waiting on the rain

     

    (c) 2011

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

  • 04:33 Lyrics Riches To Rags

    Well, I've heard a million reasons, and most of them are true

    That this hand that I'm gambling ain't gonna do

     

    While you were taking your slow drag

    You went from riches to rags

    And you let yourself go

    Let it get a hold on you

     

    I don't understand baby

    Why everything you do 

    Feels so good 

    And so cruel

     

    You always take the high road

    And look down with a frown 

    You wish you were more involved 

    But you can't get your feet on the ground

     

    Well, everything changes

    No, nothing stays the same

    It's everyday reconstruction 

    For everyone you've blamed 

     

    I don't understand baby

    Why everything you do 

    Feels so good 

    And so cruel

     

    Well, I've heard a million reasons, and most of them are true

    That this hand that I'm gambling ain't gonna do

     

    (c) 2011

    Matt Cox/ASCAP

     

NOTES
Matt Cox - vocals, guitar, harmonica
Ben Zinn - electric guitar, pedal steel
Seth Ondracek - bass
Nick Semrad - keys
Andrew Tyler - drums

Produced by Charlie Johnson and Matt Cox
Recorded at Fuse Recording, Lincoln, NE

Christmas For Pine Ridge, Vol. III - Live @ The Waiting Room

by Various Artists

Released 2010
Toy Drive For Pine Ridge
Released 2010
Toy Drive For Pine Ridge
Proceeds from this album go to Toy Drive For Pine Ridge, a non-profit organization that collects and delivers toys to children on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota, and raises donations for heating, clothing, food, and educational resources.
NOTES
Featuring:
Matt Cox, Cass 50 & The Family Gram, Brad Thomson, Brad Hoshaw, Filter Kings, All Young Girls Are Machine Guns, Mariachi San Juan, Noah's Ark Was A Spaceship, Platte River Rain, Dustin Clayton, Kyle Harvey, Josh Dunwoody, Vago, Korey, Anderson, Son of 76 & The Hundred Miles

Produced by Jim Homan and Larry Dunn
Recorded live at The Waiting Room Lounge, Omaha, NE - September 19th, 2010

My Last Dollar

by Matt Cox

Released 2009
Down Home Records
Released 2009
Down Home Records
"A sprawling, sonic landscape that embraces tradition and a simpler life." -The Reader
NOTES
Matt Cox- vocals, guitar, harmonica, banjo, drums
Kat Smith - vocals
Josh Krohn - fiddle
Kirk "Skinny" Webb - mandolin
Seth Ondracek - bass
Ben Zinn - electric guitar, dojo
Nick Semrad - piano
Matt Arbeiter - drums

Produced by Kirk Webb and Matt Cox
Recorded at Prairie Wind Studios, Griswold, IA

Folker's Travels

by Matt Cox

Released 2007
Uncle Larry
Released 2007
Uncle Larry
"Cox plays with an earnest pace, with songs that feel so far away from city lights that I am lead to question my own urban existence." -Denver Syntax
NOTES
Matt Cox - vocals, guitars, harmonica, banjo, ukulele, bass, drums
Kirk "Skinny" Webb - mandolin, hand claps
Josh Krohn - fiddle
Beth Radlow - vocals

Produced by Kirk Webb and Matt Cox
Recorded at Prairie Wind Studios, Griswold, IA

Stick Your Neck Out - EP

by Matt Cox

Released 2006
Thin Grizzly
Released 2006
Thin Grizzly
"If you’ve ever felt betrayed by the gloss on the radio or the shine on music videos, Cox offers a bit of good ‘ole honest-to-goodness, hollering music for the new generation." -Honest Tune Productions
NOTES
Matt Cox - vocals, guitar, harmonica

Recorded live at Mick's Music & Bar, Omaha, NE, and by Kirk Webb at Prairie Wind Studios, Griswold, IA

Matt Cox

Since 2003, singer/songwriter Matt Cox (Omaha, NE) has been recording and performing across the United States both as a solo artist, and with an ever-changing lineup of the area’s top talent. The Shenandoah, IA, native (childhood home of the Everly Brothers) blends traditions of country, rock, folk, blues, Tex-Mex, gospel and soul, with his signature road-worn vocals, guitar & harmonica. A seven-time Omaha Entertainment and Arts Award winner (Best Blues 2008, Best Country/Americana 2009-2014, and Album Of The Year 2018, High Places).

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