Rock & Roll Soul 
Box On the Wall* 
Oh, Condoleezza 
Blood* 
Nobody's Business 
RIP Billy Lea* 
Texarkana Stars* 
You Saved My Life 
Woodpile Cat 
 
Produced by Jeff Tucker  
Recorded at  
Stone Soup Recording Studios, Maumee, Ohio 
Recorded, engineered, mixed & mastered by 
Eric Sills 
*rhythm tracks recorded by Mike Bailey at 
The Drum Pub, Nashville, Tennessee 
 
music & lyrics written by Jeff Tucker 
 
 
 
 
 
 
SAMPLE AUDIO CLIPS FROM THE NEW RECORD 
"ROCK & ROLL SOUL"
*song titles are links to music!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Rock & Roll Soul   (Jeff Tucker) 
 
I sell my rock & roll soul one beat at a time 
And if you care to listen for a spell 
Got no potions that'll make you sick or get you well 
I sell my soul one beat at a time 
 
Got a lot of catching up to do 
I've been waiting on a sign 
Thinking 'bout giving you a call 
You and me together, we could change it all 
Got a lot of catching up to do 
 
Ain't nothing blue about the shape I'm in 
It doesn't get better than this 
Keeping time with the beat of my heart 
I can't make yours stop...I can't make yours start 
Ain't nothing blue about the shape I'm in 
 
Jeff Tucker (vocals, acoustic guitar) 
Josh Silver (piano) 
Larry Smirin (bass) 
Stephen Klunk (drums, percusssion)
 
 
 
 
 
 
Box On the Wall    (Jeff Tucker) 
 
The lights are on 
It's still dark in here 
I hear the songs 
But I don't feel the love in here 
Turn it on...turn it off 
"Telecaster"...close enough? 
 
You've seen nothing, if you've seen it all 
Ashes to ashes, in a box on the wall 
You've seen nothing, if you've seen it all 
Ashes to ashes, in a box on the wall 
 
Living life between walls of glass 
Or in the lights, or in the wilderness 
Prayers and poems - bump and grind 
What it sounds like when doves cry 
 
You've seen nothing, if you've seen it all 
Ashes to ashes, in a box on the wall 
You've seen nothing, if you've seen it all 
Ashes to ashes, in a box on the wall 
 
Got sequiened suits and matching platform boots 
Jumping off of purple pianos 
Got eyes on you, every door you pass through 
Got more love than you can possibly handle 
 
Looking like a god - thirty foot tall 
Looking like a god - in a box on the wall 
Looking like a god - thirty foot tall 
Looking like a god - dying not to look small 
 
 
Jeff Tucker (vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonica) 
Jason Quick (lead guitar, electric guitars) 
Kirk Eberhard (bass) 
Michael D. Bailey, Jr. (drums)
 
 
 
 
 
 
Oh, Condoleezza    (Jeff Tucker) 
 
She dances on ice with such and elegant grace 
She circles the earth at such a furious pace 
It's Saturday night, and she'll be working late 
Another Saturday night, and she's got no date 
She rides in the back behind tinted glass 
Dreaming of a moment, but the moments never last 
All I know is time goes by so fast 
 
Condoleezza is on the front page 
Daddy's little girl has got a world to save 
And it ain't easy in this day and age 
Oh, Condoleezza 
 
I love the way she walks across the concert stage 
With Yo Yo Ma, she's all the rage 
I love to hear her talk in her Sunday morning voice 
Just a hint of Birmingham  
When she's especially annoyed 
Speak softly, carry the biggest stick 
If it's gone to her head, I hadn't noticed it 
She's on TV again, turn it up quick 
 
Condoleezza is on the front page 
Daddy's little girl has got a world to save 
And it ain't easy in this day and age 
Oh, Condoleezza 
 
Jeff Tucker (vocals, guitars) 
Josh Silver (piano) 
Larry Smirin (bass, harmony vocals) 
Stephen Klunk (drums, percusssion)
 
 
 
 
 
 
Blood    (Jeff Tucker) 
 
I was born in North Caroline 
We only stayed for a very short ime 
Crossed the river in '65 
Didn't do much living but we survived 
Made it throught the snow to the North Coast 
We shook the devil, never escaped his ghost 
You can pray for rain 'til you're praying for a boat 
But you really only get what you want the most 
 
We're all blind in one way or another 
You can choose to see a man 
Or choose to see a brother 
I was thinking, as we marched through the mud 
You can only tell a brother by the color of his blood 
 
My brother told me, Boy, you better guard your soul 
It's the only thing in this world that'll keep you whole 
Just because you once starved 
Doesn't mean a skinny man is who you are 
Our brothers fought for freedom  
In a hundred dirty wars 
But the truth is, we're not that free anymore 
You can pray for rain 'til you're praying for a boat 
But you really only get what you want the most 
 
We're all blind in one way or another 
You can choose to see a man 
Or choose to see a brother 
I was thinking, as we marched through the mud 
You can only tell a brother by the color of his blood 
 
Every man and every nation 
Spilled some blood on the way to salvation 
You can wallow in guilt for your misspent youth 
You can learn from even the ugliest truth 
I've heard it said before that it won't be long 
We'll be the only ones left to right these wrongs 
But there are just some wrongs that can't be righted 
You can sing a different song  
Or choose to stay divided
 
Jeff Tucker (vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonica) 
Brad Burkhart (harmony vocals) 
Bill Thomas (violin) 
Josh Silver (piano) 
Kirk Eberhard (bass) 
Michael D. Bailey, Jr. (drums)
 
 
 
 
 
 
Nobody's Business    (Jeff Tucker) 
 
The beautiful thing about your business 
Is that your business 
Ain't nobody's business but your own 
What gets you up, what brings you down 
Ain't nobody's business but your own 
What brings you to this side of town 
Ain't nobody's business but your own 
 
They want a sample of your blood 
And your doctor's name 
The last place you left your DNA 
There's a camera in every corner of the city 
When you see me doing wrong, come and get me 
 
The serial killer chef made my breakfast today 
I don't believe his story - I ate it anyway 
He says, I heard you got the nerve 
To question my ambition 
That's kinda funny... 
Coming from a musician 
 
They've got a map of where the stars live 
When they "get away" 
And a list of the casinos where they like to play 
Everything changes 
Sometimes it's a pity 
What happens in Traverse City stays in Traverse City
 
Jeff Tucker (vocals, acoustic guitar) 
Josh Silver (piano) 
Larry Smirin (bass) 
Stephen Klunk (drums, percusssion)
 
 
 
 
 
 
RIP Billy Lea    (Jeff Tucker) 
 
Everyone's got a story 
You had your own 
A poor man's Casanova 
A middle-class rolling stone 
Well, the cold wind a-blowin' 
It told me you were gone 
And I knew that when you left here 
You left alone 
 
Rest in peace, Billy Lea 
Don't let nothing bother you now 
What's done is done, c'est bien fini 
I hope you find your way home somehow 
And rest in peace, Billy Lea 
 
Too lazy for glory 
Too proud for second best 
Drove a blue Sedan DeVille 
Bought with promises 
Got by on Southern charm 
And lies you told so well 
And the only time you ever prayed 
You prayed there is no hell
...the song was enough 
 
Jeff Tucker (vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonica) 
Brad Burkhart (harmony vocals) 
Bill Thomas (violin) 
Josh Silver (piano) 
Kirk Eberhard (bass) 
Michael D. Bailey, Jr. (drums)
 
 
 
 
 
 
Texarkana Stars    (Jeff Tucker) 
 
Headed north on a moonless night 
Texarkana stars shining bright 
Every one of them lights a memory 
Say goodbye to Alexandria 
I sang my song the best I could 
And when the morning comes 
Maybe she will remember me 
 
Texarkana stars shining bright 
On a North Louisiana autumn night 
All I've got is company 
Texarkana stars shing down on me 
 
When the red sun rises in the Ruston sky 
I'll be all alone, I'll be counting the miles 
On the road is where I am, and where I'll be 
I grew up and I grew old 
And when I get home the fire is cold 
Oh, to hold Alexandria close to me 
 
Texarkana stars shining bright 
On a North Louisiana autumn night 
All I've got is company 
Texarkana stars shing down on me 
 
Atchafalaya, the Red River 
How I miss her when I'm gone 
I don't know why I ever left here 
My heart is never far from home 
 
With the red sun sinking in the Ruston sky 
Texarkana stars shining bright 
Every one of them lights a memory 
Say goodbye to Alexandria 
I sang my song the best I could 
And when the morning comes  
Maybe she will remember me
 
Jeff Tucker (vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonica) 
Brad Burkhart (harmony vocals) 
Bill Thomas (violin) 
Josh Silver (piano) 
Kirk Eberhard (bass) 
Michael D. Bailey, Jr. (drums)
 
 
 
 
 
 
You Saved My Life    (Jeff Tucker) 
 
I remember you promised me 
You gave your world for your word 
And if you used to regret it 
I hope you don't anymore 
I hope you don't anymore 
 
I remember your honesty 
Your sarcastic grin 
Not many who know us now 
Know where we've been 
They don't know where we've been 
 
The years in Fat City 
Your law and order 
Thanksgiving pizza 
Jazz in the Quarter 
Jazz in the Quarter 
 
We grew up fast, we grew up right 
In six years we lived a lifetime 
Without a doubt, you've saved my life 
And now we learn to watch the years go by 
Without a doubt, you saved my life 
 
Of all my dreams, the ones that came true 
Are the dreams you pointed me to 
 
Jeff Tucker (vocals, guitars) 
Brad Burkhart (harmony vocals) 
Larry Smirin (bass) 
Stephen Klunk (drums, percussion)
 
 
 
 
 
 
Woodpile Cat    (Jeff Tucker) 
 
Well, I'm a woodpile cat 
From the wrong side of the tracks 
Don't know nothing 'bout the blues 
I don't believe in that 
I'm a lover not a fighter, but I occasionaly pounce 
I like to fool around but I'm good when it counts 
We're all here for a reason 
I'm just a woddpile cat 
C'mon, God, you can do better than that 
 
I'm a black sheep 
From a dysfunctional flock 
Born between a hard place and a rock 
I'm a juvenile delinquent who never has matured 
A rocker and a roller that's rollin' for sure 
They say, why am I still rockin 
Well, how 'bout - it's too late to quite 
I say, c'mon God, how 'bout one little hit 
 
They say that praying ain't cool 
They say it's some sort of crime 
If you want to pray, do it on your own time 
I say, as long as I'm here and I'm able to breath 
Every one of these minutes belongs to me 
So, I'll pray to the Lord to help keep me in line 
You save your soul, and he'll save mine 
 
Jeff Tucker (vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonica) 
Larry Smirin (bass) 
Stephen Klunk (drums, percusssion)
 
 
 
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