Lyrics & Credits
Jared Deck
Head Above Water - 2024
“Three Things”
Written by Jared Deck
Arranged by Jared Deck, Clint Pope, Bryan Walters, Colby Bunch
Jared Deck: vocals
James Cook: vocals
Chanda Graham: vocals
Myra Beasley: vocals
Clint Pope: guitar
Dwight Hamlin: slide guitar
Bryan Walters: bass
Colby Bunch: drums, shaker, tambourine
Dan Walker: electric keyboard
Lots of people talking but what are they doing
Lots of people talking but what are they proving
Lots of people talking but nobody's thinking
Lots of people talking yeah what are they drinking
And I've got a reason to talk
Yes I got a reason to walk lawd
Cause I got three things going for me
That's a knife and a pen and a sycamore tree
Now everybody thinks they got something worth saying
And everybody thinks they got something worth praying for
But nobody thinks the price is worth paying
Cause everybody thinks they got something worth saving
And I've got a reason to talk
Yes I got a reason to walk lawd
Cause I got three things going for me
That's a knife and a pen and a sycamore tree
Lots of people talking yeah what are they doing
What are you doing
Lots of people talking yeah what are they proving
What are you proving
Lots of people talking but nobody's thinking
Lots of people talking yeah what are they drinking
And I've got a reason to talk
Yes I got a reason to walk lawd
Cause I got three things going for me
That's a knife and a pen and a sycamore tree
Well I got three things going for me
That's a knife and a pen and a sycamore tree
Yes I got three things going for me
That's a knife and a pen and a sycamore
“Fired Up”
Written by Jared Deck, Caleb Creed
Arranged by Jared Deck, Clint Pope, Bryan Walters, Colby Bunch
Jared Deck: vocals
Chanda Graham: vocals
Myra Beasley: vocals
Clint Pope: guitar
Bryan Walters: bass
Colby Bunch: drums, percussion
Dan Walker: organ
Trumpet: Kirk Palmer
Tenor Saxophone: Floyd Haynes
They can tear down a home but they can't take the pride
They can recall a loan but they can't take the ride
Why are you waging alone when you can march all in stride
Why are you raging alone when you can march in the fight
We're fired up ready to go
Fired up ready to go
Fired up ready to go
Fired up
We build all the road and we clear all the land
We give every dollar to the interest man
For every dime that we rightfully make
They put a dollar in the bank in the boss's name
We're fired up ready to go
Fired up ready to go
Fired up ready to go
Fired up
I got my brothers my sisters my paycheck and my union
Got my lovers my haters of solidary labor
I got my brothers my sisters my paycheck and my union
Got my lovers my haters
You can make us sweat and you can make us bleed
You can issue a threat and you can sign a degree
You can put us out to pasture grind us into dust
But you can't make it without any of us
We're fired up
Fired up
I got my brothers my sisters my paycheck and my union
Got my lovers my haters of solidary labor
I got my brothers my sisters my paycheck and my union
Got my lovers my haters
We're fired up ready to go
Fired up ready to go
Fired up ready to go
Fired up
“All Out Of Answers”
Written by Jared Deck, Jacy Deck
Arranged by Jared Deck, Clint Pope, Bryan Walters, Colby Bunch
Jared Deck: vocals
Chanda Graham: vocals
Myra Beasley: vocals
Clint Pope: guitar
Bryan Walters: bass
Colby Bunch: drums
Dan Walker: organ
Jake Simpson: fiddle
We both tried to be on the same side
To do what was right by the letter
We both lied just to get ourselves by
To get through the night and the weather
Now I'm all out of patience
I'm all out of time
I'm all out of reasons to make up your mind
I'm out of excuses
I'm done playing games
I'm all out of anger and people to blame
I'm all out of answers
Maybe it's time to move on
We both cried when we ran out of time
When we knew we had nothing left together
Our hearts died when we said our goodbyes
When we gave up the worse for the better
Now I'm all out of patience
I'm all out of time
I'm all out of reasons to make up your mind
I'm out of excuses
I'm done playing games
I'm all out of anger and people to blame
I'm all out of answers
Maybe it's time to move on
Now I'm all out of patience
I'm all out of time
I'm all out of reasons to make up your mind
I'm out of excuses
I'm done playing games
Well I'm all out of patience
I'm all out of time
I'm all out of reasons to make up your mind
I'm out of excuses
I'm done playing games
I'm all out of anger and people to blame
I'm all out of answers
Maybe it's time to move on
“Two Of A Kind”
Written by Warren Haynes, Dennis Robbins, Bobby Boyd
Arranged by Jared Deck, Clint Pope, Bryan Walters, Colby Bunch
Jared Deck: vocals
Chanda Graham: vocals
Myra Beasley: vocals
Clint Pope: guitars
Bryan Walters: bass
Colby Bunch: drums
Dan Walker: piano
Jake Simpson: fiddle
Yes, she's my lady luck, Hey, I'm her wild card man
Together we're buildin' up a real hot hand
We live out in the country, she's my little queen of the South
Yeah, we're two of a kind workin' on a full house
She wakes me every mornin' with a smile and a kiss
Her strong country lovin' is hard to resist
She's my easy lovin' woman, I'm her hard workin' man, no doubt
Yeah, we're two of a kind workin' on a full house
Yea, a pickup truck is her limousine and her favorite dress is her faded blue jeans
She loves me tender when the goin' gets tough, sometimes we fight just so we can make up
Lord I need that little woman like the crops need the rain
She's my honeycomb and I'm her sugar cane
We really fit together if you know what I'm talkin' about
Yeah, we're two of a kind workin' on a full house
This time I found a keeper, I made up my mind
Lord the perfect combination is her heart and mine
The sky's the limit, no hill is too steep
We're playin' for fun, but we're playin' for keeps
So draw the curtain, honey, turn the lights down low
We'll find some country music on the radio
I'm yours and you're mine, hey, that's what it's all about
Yeah, we're two of a kind workin' on a full house
Yeah, we're two of a kind workin' on a full house
Lordy, mama, we'll be two of a kind workin' on a full house
Lyrics & Credits
Jared Deck
Bully Pulpit - 2019
"I Don't Know What You Come To Do"
Written by Traditional and Jared Deck
Arranged by Jared Deck, Gabriel Pearson, Isaac Stalling, Luke Mullenix
Jared Deck: vocals
Chanda Graham: choir vocals
Myra Beasley: choir vocals
Isaac Stalling: slide guitar
Clayton Roffey: rhythm guitar
Dan Walker: organ
Drums: Gabriel Pearson
Percussion: Colby Bunch
Charissa Zoschke: screams
Ashley Underwood: screams
Ingrid Simmons: screams
Krista Kautz: screams
I don't know what you come to do
I don't know what you come to do
I don't know what you come to do
I don't know what you come to do
I come to clap my hands (my hands)
I come to clap my hands (my hands)
I come to clap my hands (my hands)
I come to clap my hands (my hands)
I don't know what you come to do
I don't know what you come to do
I don't know what you come to do
I don't know what you come to do
I come to stomp my feet (my feet)
I come to stomp my feet (my feet)
I come to stomp my feet (my feet)
I come to stomp my feet (my feet)
I don't know what you come to do
I don't know what you come to do
You and you and you and you
I don't know what you come to do
I come to rock and roll (and roll)
I come to rock and roll (and roll)
I come to rock and roll (and roll)
I come to rock and roll (and roll)
I want you to
I want you to
I want to clap my hands (my hands)
I want to clap my hands (my hands)
I want to stomp my feet (my feet)
I want to stomp my feet (my feet)
I want to make you scream (scream)
I want to make you scream (scream)
I want to make you scream (scream)
I want to make you scream
"Money Back"
Written by Jared Deck
Arranged by Jared Deck, Brandon Cink, Travis McKinzie,
Clayton Roffey, Alan Orebaugh
Jared Deck: vocals
Chanda Graham: choir vocals
Myra Beasley: choir vocals
Cora Gutel: choir vocals
Kate Dinsmore: choir vocals
Stephanie Price: choir vocals
Floyd Haynes: tenor saxophone
Kirk Palmer: trumpet
Isaac Stalling: rhythm guitar
Clayton Roffey: lead guitar and solo
Dan Walker: organ, piano
Brandon Cink: bass
Travis McKinzie: drums
She was sixteen and extra sweet
Like a ginger and whiskey treat
And like a drunk man on his feet
I was gone
She asked me to be the first
To come with her to the church
And remove that eternal curse
Then she'd be mine
I thought I had a lifetime lover
But she was working undercover
Can I get a witness (witness)
Can I get an amen
Can I get my money back from the girl who stole my heart
Can I get a witness (witness)
Can I get an amen
Can I get my money back from the girl who stole my heart
They called him Jimbo the Apostle
He was a flaming Pentecostal
Preaching prosperity gospel
To the end
He said you look a little lost child
Then he looked a bit more hostile
Screaming let go of that lifestyle
It's a sin
She promised me milk and honey
But he demanded my hard earned money
Can I get a witness (witness)
Can I get an amen
Can I get my money back from the girl who stole my heart
Can I get a witness (witness)
Can I get an amen
Can I get my money back from the girl who stole my heart
Can I get my money back (money back)
Can I get my money back (money back)
She promised me milk and honey
But he demanded my hard earned money
Can I get a witness (witness)
Can I get an amen
Can I get my money back from the girl who stole my heart
Can I get a witness (witness)
Can I get an amen
Can I get my money back from the girl who stole my heart
"Where I Fall"
Written by Jared Deck
Arranged by Jared Deck, Gabriel Pearson, Brandon Cink, Luke Mullenix
Jared Deck: vocals
Brandon Cink: acoustic guitar
Hank Early: pedal steel
Luke Mullenix: double bass
Gabriel Pearson: drums
Wes Sharon: percussion
Nothing can shake her when she drinks
Nothing can change the way she thinks
She wants to believe that God can bless
But she hates that she's a mess
Nothing can shake away regret
He used to believe that love was real
He used to believe that guns could heal
He wants to accept that God forgives
But he knows the blood ain't his
He used to believe in prayer and hymns
But you can't see it coming
When you've got nothing left to lose
But this picture in my pocket
It reminds me of the truth
That you're my peace in the valley
You're my calm in the storm
And like a prayer in the darkness
I call your name
She wants to believe the words he writes
She wants to relieve the fears he fights
But you can't drink away the past
Leave your demons in the glass
She wants to believe that love can last
But you can't see it coming
When you've got nothing left to lose
But this picture in my pocket
It reminds me of the truth
That you're my peace in the valley
You're my calm in the storm
And like a soldier in the battle
In your arms is where I fall
It's where I fall
That you're my peace in the valley
You're my calm in the storm
And like a prayer in the darkness
I call your name
And like a soldier in the battle
In your arms is where I fall
It's where I fall