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

"Make Your Mama Proud" 

Written by Jared Deck 

Arranged by Jared Deck, Gabriel Pearson, Brandon Cink,
            Luke Mullenix

Jared Deck: vocals  
Jacy Deck: vocals 
Byron Berline: fiddle
Brandon Cink: acoustic guitar
Luke Mullenix: double bass
Gabriel Pearson: drums

I was thirty-six and you were only seven
When we laid your Ma in the ground
The way you held the hand of your little baby brother
How'm I gonna raise you now?

I took some clothes and a picture of your mother
To the station on the east of town
Your daddy said I'd never again see his daughter
How'm I gonna raise you now?
How'm I gonna raise you now?

She could sing it once or a hundred times
Don't let the bad get you down
I can hear her voice when I see your eyes
Girl, you'll make your Mama proud
Girl, go make your Mama proud

We headed out east when you turned three
Trying to escape the sound
Of a dead end road and a weeping willow tree
How'm I gonna raise you now

I was never gentle as a man or scholar
Born on the wrong side of town
Trying to fetch a son in the shadow of a father
How'm I gonna raise you now? 
How'm I gonna raise you now? 

She could sing it once or a hundred times 
Don't let the bad get you down 
I can hear her voice when I see your eyes 
Boy, you'll make your Mama proud 
Boy, go make your Mama proud

I was fifty-six and you were twenty-seven
When we laid your Pa in the ground
The way you held the hand of your big baby brother
I ain't gotta raise you now
No, I ain't gotta raise you now

She could sing it once or a hundred times 
Don't let the bad get you down 
I can hear her voice when I see your eyes 
Girl, you made your Mama proud 
Boy, you made your Mama proud
And I ain't gotta raise you now

Made your Mama proud
Make your Mama proud

"Great American Breakdown"  

Written by Jared Deck  

Arranged by Jared Deck, Brandon Cink, Clayton Roffey,
            Gabriel Pearson, Isaac Stalling

Jared Deck: vocals   
Chanda Graham: vocals  
Myra Beasley: vocals  
Isaac Stalling: slide guitar  
Clayton Roffey: rhythm guitar and solo  
Dan Walker: organ  
Brandon Cink: bass
Gabriel Pearson: drums
Colby Bunch: percussion

Her boots a-knockin' hit like four on the floor
Give me all your love, all your love
Her man's a-knockin' yet she come back for more
Give me all your love, all your love
Her days are numbered but she can't find the door
Give me all your love, all your love

Tell me you love me and I'll give you a show
Give me all your love, all your love
I ain't the devil just the devil you know
Give me all your love, all your love
Building a wall just like old Jericho
Give me all your love

Lord, it's an American breakdown
The great American breakdown
Yeah, we're comin' in hot
Lord, we're comin' in hot

Show me the money and I'll open the door
Give me all your love, all your love
Hand you the keys, a little quid pro quo
Give me all your love, all your love
Ruling the world like a reality show
Give me all your love

Lord, it's an American breakdown 
The great American breakdown
Another politician shakedown
The great American breakdown 
Yeah, we're comin' in hot
Yeah, we're comin' in hot
Lord, we're comin' in hot

It's an American breakdown  
The great American breakdown 
Another politician shakedown 
The great American breakdown  
Lord, we're comin' in hot 
Yeah, we're comin' in hot 
Lord, we're comin' in hot

"In The Name"  

Written by Jared Deck and Wes Sharon  

Arranged by Jared Deck, Brandon Cink, Clayton Roffey,
            Gabriel Pearson

Jared Deck: vocals   
Chanda Graham: vocals  
Myra Beasley: vocals  
Clayton Roffey: electric guitar  
Dan Walker: organ
Brandon Cink: bass
Gabriel Pearson: drums
Colby Bunch: percussion

My soul is on fire
My mind got the blues
And I've this burning desire
To satisfy your abuse

Baby I'm in no hurry
I just need some relief
And girl, you don't have to worry
'Cause I can still take the heat

'Cause I'm standing in the name
Waiting for the rain
Waiting for my train (waiting for my train)
'Cause I'm standing in the name 
Waiting for the rain 
Waiting for my train (waiting for my train)

Take me into your water
Sanctified and submerged
Sacrificed at your alter
Am I blessed, am I cursed

'Cause I'm standing in the name 
Waiting for the rain 
Waiting for my train (waiting for my train) 
'Cause I'm standing in the name  
Waiting for the rain  
Waiting for my train (waiting for my train)

This drought got me raging
I just can't quench the thirst
In your arms I was bathing
In your love I'm immersed

'Cause I'm standing in the name 
Waiting for the rain 
Waiting for my train (waiting for my train) 
'Cause I'm standing in the name  
Waiting for the rain  
Waiting for my train (waiting for my train)

'Cause I'm standing in the name 
Waiting for the rain 
Waiting for my train (waiting for my train) 
'Cause I'm standing in the name  
Waiting for the rain  
Waiting for my train (waiting for my train)
Waiting for my train (waiting for my train)
Waiting for my train

"Sometimes I Miss Being Lonely"   

Written by Jared Deck and Jacy Deck   

Arranged by Jared Deck, Brandon Cink, Clayton Roffey,
            Jim Robinson, Gabriel Pearson, Isaac Stalling    

Jared Deck: vocals    
Chanda Graham: vocals   
Myra Beasley: vocals   
Clayton Roffey: electric guitar and solo
Isaac Stalling: slide guitar   
Jim Robinson: piano
Dan Walker: organ
Brandon Cink: bass
Gabriel Pearson: drums

From the outside looking in
I'm sure I look to be a lucky man
I got a good wife and two kids
A song on my lips
Guitar in my hand

I don't regret the day I took her hand
Gave her my name
Said together we stand
But I know she feels it when I roam

She lets me go
Praying I come home

And sometimes I miss being lonely
Sometimes I miss the quiet road
Miles and miles with no hand to hold
Sometimes I miss being alone

I had my day
And I had my way
I had my places where no one knew my name
I spent my nights out alone
Nobody waiting by the phone

I spent hours and hours driving round
I knew every way in and out of town
Until I found my way back home
Now my life is not my own

And sometimes I miss being lonely 
Sometimes I miss the quiet road 
Miles and miles with no hand to hold 
Sometimes I miss being alone

And sometimes I miss the pain
Waiting on her call
And sometimes I miss the shame
Of knowing that she don't really want me at all

And sometimes I miss being lonely 
Sometimes I miss the quiet road 
Miles and miles with no hand to hold 
Sometimes I miss being alone
Sometimes I miss being alone
Sometimes I miss being alone

"Tulsa Sound"   

Written by Jared Deck   

Arranged by Jared Deck, Wes Sharon, Gabriel Pearson,
            Brandon Cink, Clayton Roffey, Isaac Stalling

Jared Deck: vocals, piano
Isaac Stalling: slide guitar   
Clayton Roffey: rhythm guitar
Brandon Cink: acoustic guitar, bass
Gabriel Pearson: drums
Colby Bunch: percussion

Daddy made munitions we used to win the war
Daddy gave his left hand to an oilfield floor
East side of the river
Wrong side of the tracks
Daddy left for a new job, yeah, he never came back

So I close that door
I've heard it all before

'Cause I was born in Tulsa
I was raised in Cain's
Singin' After Midnight
Ridin' with Baby Jane
Watch the Admiral at sunset
Burn into the ground
Listenin' for the sound

Mama worked the laundry for a man up on the hill
Mama gave her virtue just to pay our bills
North side of the highway
Backside of her hand
Mama taught the lessons that made me a man

So I close that door 
I've heard it all before 

'Cause I was born in Tulsa 
I was raised in Cain's 
Singin' After Midnight 
Ridin' with Baby Jane 
Watch the Admiral at sunset 
Burn into the ground 
Listenin' for the sound
Yeah, that Tulsa sound

Daylight in the trenches, night time on a stage
Hangin' on to verses of songs twice my age
Downtown ain't a long way
But it's a long way down the road
Trying to find the outside, just to try to find gold

So I close that door 
I've heard it all before 

'Cause I was born in Tulsa 
I was raised in Cain's 
Singin' After Midnight 
Ridin' with Baby Jane 
Watch the Admiral at sunset 
Burn into the ground 
Listenin' for the sound
Yeah, that Tulsa sound
Yeah, that Tulsa sound

"True Believer"   

Written by Jared Deck   

Arranged by Jared Deck, Travis McKinzie, Brandon Cink,
            Clayton Roffey, Jim Robinson, Wes Sharon

Jared Deck: vocals, percussion
Chanda Graham: choir vocals  
Myra Beasley: choir vocals
Cora Gutel: choir vocals
Kate Dinsmore: choir vocals 
Stephanie Price: choir vocals 
Jim Robinson: keyboard
Floyd Haynes: tenor saxophone, clarinet 
Kirk Palmer: trumpet 
Isaac Stalling: lead guitar    
Clayton Roffey: rhythm guitar and solo   
Dan Walker: organ
Brandon Cink: bass
Travis McKinzie: drums

Have you heard of the prophet
Have you heard of his word
Have you heard of his chariot
With its wings of a bird

And I believe in the fire
I believe in the flood
I believe when he hits me
There's power in the blood

And the brother said

His name shall be lifted
His name shall be praised
And his name shall brazen
And his power unrestrained

And I believe he is righteous
I believe he is true
I believe that the savior
Will collect on what is due

And the brother said hey hey
And the sister said hey hey
Everybody said hey hey
I'm a true believer
Read the writin' on the wall

He pours salt in the water
He pours salt in the wound
He pours salt on the fire
Of resistance and refute

And I believe in the father
I believe in the son
I believe that the spirit
Will be lost before it's won

And the brother said hey hey 
And the sister said hey hey 
Everybody said hey hey 
I'm a true believer 
Read the writin' on the wall

I believe in the lion
I believe in the lamb
I believe that the slaughter
Will come by the master's hand
Children how shall I send thee
I shall send thee one by one
Children how shall I send thee
I shall send thee with a gun

And the brother said hey hey 
And the sister said hey hey 
Everybody said hey hey 
I'm a true believer 
Read the writin' on
And the brother said hey hey 
And the sister said hey hey 
Everybody said hey hey 
I'm a true believer 
Read the writin' on the wall
Read the writin' on the wall
Read the writin' on the wall