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, Ashley Underwood, Ingrid Simmons, 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

All songs written by Jared Deck. Tracks 1 and 10: traditional. 

Track 6 written by Wes Sharon and Jared Deck. 

Track 7 written by Jacy Deck and Jared Deck. 

Produced, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Wes Sharon at 115 Recording Studio, Norman, OK. 

Jared Deck: vocals, piano on 8, acoustic guitar on 11, percussion on 9. 

Clayton Roffey: electric guitar on 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 

Brandon Cink: bass on 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, acoustic guitar on 3, 4, 5. 

Gabriel Pearson: drums on 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, 11, percussion on 

Isaac Stalling: slide guitar on 1, 5, 7, 8, 10, rhythm guitar on 2, 9. 

Jim Robinson: piano on 7, 10, keyboard on 9. 

Dan Walker: organ on 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10, 11, piano on 2. 

Chanda Graham & Myra Beasley: vocals on 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10, 11. 

Cora Gutel, Kate Dinsmore, & Stephanie Price: vocals on 2, 9. 

Jacy Deck: vocals on 4. 

Hank Early: pedal steel on 3. 

Byron Berline: fiddle on 4. 

Luke Mullenix: bass on 1, double bass on 3, 4. 

Floyd Haynes: tenor saxophone on 2, 9, clarinet on 9. 

Kirk Palmer: trumpet on 2, 9. 

Travis McKinzie: drums on 2, 9. 

Colby Bunch: percussion on 1, 5, 6, 8, 10. 

Wes Sharon: percussion on 3. 

Arrangements by Jared Deck, Brandon Cink, Clayton Roffey, Isaac Stalling, Gabriel Pearson, Jim Robinson, Alan Orebaugh, Travis McKinzie, Luke Mullenix, and Wes Sharon.

"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

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

"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 
Charissa Zoschke, Ashley Underwood, Ingrid Simmons, Krista Kautz: screams 

I don't know what you come to do

Lyrics & Credits

Jared Deck

Jared Deck - 2016

"17 Miles" 
Written by Jared Deck, Jacy Deck, Travis McKinzie,
            Wes Sharon 
Arranged by Jared Deck, Travis McKinzie, Brandon Cink,
            Chad Roper, Wes Sharon 
Jared Deck: vocals, acoustic guitar, percussion 
Travis McKinzie: drums 
Alan Orebaugh: electric guitar 
Daniel Walker: organ, piano 
Fred Hanradt: bass 
 

17 miles from the city that I call home 
Tumbleweeds rolling like car wheels on a gravel road 
My nerves are shaking like the hips of a Rolling Stone 
17 miles from the limits of all I’ve known 
  
            17 years with a rock in my sole 
            Moving to the beat of the lines on the road 
            Lines on my face, scars on my soul 
            17 miles and life to go, my lord 
            Oh my lord 
  
17 years of a life I call my own 
My dreams are blowing in the wind of an old dust storm 
No sense in stalling when your ride’s sitting up on fours 
17 years and my hand’s still on the door 
  
            17 years with a rock in my sole 
            Moving to the beat of the lines on the road 
            Lines on my face, scars on my soul 
            17 miles and life to go, my lord 
            Oh my lord 
  
17 miles to the city that I call home 
Tumbleweeds rolling like car wheels on a gravel road 
Radio plays another song I’ve heard before 
17 miles and my foot’s still on the floor 
  
            17 years with a rock in my sole 
            Moving to the beat of the lines on the road 
            Lines on my face, scars on my soul 
            17 miles and life to go 
            17 miles and life to go, my lord 
            I’m coming home

"Grace"  
Written by Jared Deck  
Arranged by Jared Deck, Travis McKinzie, Chad Roper,
            Alan Orebaugh, Wes Sharon  
Jared Deck: vocals, acoustic guitar  
Travis McKinzie: drums  
Luke Mullenix: bass  
Alan Orebaugh: electric guitar  
Daniel Walker: organ, piano  
Cora Gutel: vocals  
Wes Sharon: percussion  


I have lived with a lot of things
That I could never live down 
I have made up my own mind
And I could never let down 
And these decisions have given me
A better chance in the fight 
I have lived with a lot of things
That I hope God can make right 
  
I believe in a lot of things
But I can’t believe in it all 
I hear the sermon of my life
But I can’t answer the call 
And this direction is killing me
But it’s all that I can find 
I believe in a lot of things
But I can’t believe in a lie 
  
            Yeah, the stone’s at your feet 
            Yeah, when the pain is discreet 
  
            It’s a hard fight 
            It’s a dark night 
            When you feel the light fall on your face 
  
I remember the holy land
The place from which I come 
The sweet soil that steadied me
The river for which I run 
This defection has given me
Appreciation for home 
I remember the rolling waves
That placed me where I belong

            Yeah, the stone’s at your feet  
            Yeah, when the pain is discreet  
   
            It’s a hard fight  
            It’s a dark night  
            When you feel the light fall on your face 
            Grace

            It’s a hard fight  
            It’s a dark night  
            When you feel the light fall on your face 
            Grace

"Wrong Side Of The Night"   
Written by Jared Deck   
Arranged by Jared Deck, Chad Roper,
            Luke Mullenix, Wes Sharon   
Jared Deck: vocals, acoustic guitar   
Travis McKinzie: drums   
Luke Mullenix: bass.   
Alan Orebaugh: electric guitar  
Daniel Walker: organ   
Ryan Engleman: pedal steel   


Say my name for future reference 
I need a memory to regret 
As I walk out the door to find what can’t be found 
You know I’ll always let you down 
  
This road is paved with good intentions 
Well, I intended all along 
To be the man who’d walk beside you through the night 
So I bend toward the light 
  
            These tears come running down 
            When I think of all the ones I left behind 
            These walls come crumbling down 
            When I give the wrong up for the right 
            I’ve been living for the wrong side of the night 
  
I got kids back home that miss me 
If they remember me at all 
Got a boy who wants to be just like his Pa 
Son, that ain’t too much at all 
  
This road is paved with second chances 
And my heart ages by the mile 
But that horizon lies just beyond my sight 
So I bend toward the light 
  
            These tears come running down 
            When I think of all the ones I left behind 
            These walls come crumbling down 
            When I give the wrong up for the right 
            I’ve been living for the wrong side of the night

"The American Dream"    
Written by Jared Deck, Wes Sharon    
Arranged by Jared Deck, Travis McKinzie,
            Brandon Cink, Wes Sharon    
Jared Deck: vocals, acoustic guitar    
Travis McKinzie: drums    
Luke Mullenix: bass    
Alan Orebaugh: electric guitar    
Daniel Walker: organ    
Wes Sharon: percussion    


Some days are for fighting
Some days are for peace 
Sometimes, we gotta roll up our sleeves
We gotta rage against machines 
Freedom in our religion
Freedom down on our knees 
Freedom down in the soul of a man
It’s a God-given disease 
  
            Harder than it seems 
            It’s the American dream 
  
Two kids and a mortgage
Three chords and the truth 
Four on the floor and a knock on the door
To wage the sins of our youth 
Send a kid off to college
Send another to war 
Save the trouble of deciding yourself
What the hell is this all for 
  
            Harder than it seems 
            It’s the American dream 
  
            There ain’t no way to keep us down
            If there’s a fight, we’ll see it through 
            We pay our bills
            Pay our dues to the red, white, and blue 
  
Can you hear the revival
Got no fear for the man 
Can you hear our voices crying out
For a healing in this great land 
I believe in the worker
I believe in the dream 
I believe in the future, lord
But does the future believe in me 
  
            Harder than it seems 
            It’s the American dream

 

"Fight"     
Written by Jared Deck     
Arranged by Jared Deck, Travis McKinzie,
            Luke Mullenix, Wes Sharon     
Jared Deck: vocals, acoustic guitar     
Travis McKinzie: drums     
Luke Mullenix: bass     
Alan Orebaugh: electric guitar     
Daniel Walker: organ     
Cora Gutel: vocals    


You were never one for taking chances 
Who wants risk without reward 
You fell for my lines and silly dances 
Fell even harder on the sword 
  
            Love ain’t a game, we rise and fall the same 
            And don’t go quiet through the night 
            Love ain’t a game, we survive and fall the same 
            So just hold on to me and fight 
  
I’ll stand by you through the ages 
I’ll walk tall while you are weak 
There’s no story in the pages 
That doesn’t end without relief 
  
            Love ain’t a game, we rise and fall the same 
            And don’t go quiet through the night 
            Love ain’t a game, we survive and fall the same 
            So just hold on to me and fight 
  
Give your guilt up to the heavens 
Give those smiles you’ve left to me 
Until the day that glory beckons 
We won’t succumb to this disease 
  
            Love ain’t a game, we rise and fall the same 
            And don’t go quiet through the night 
            Love ain’t a game, we survive and fall the same 
            So just hold on to me and fight 
  
                        I would write you a love song 
                        That I would scream into the night 
                        Just to feel your heartbeat 
                        Just to stand with you and fight