The debut album from a talented singer/songwriter, featuring well-crafted songs from the Arkansas Delta that fuse folk, rock, and, of course, a little Delta blues.

10 MP3 Songs in this album (36:16) !
Related styles: Folk: Folk-Rock, Blues: Folk-Blues, Solo Female Artist

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Details:
This album is the product of Becky Parkerson's youth in the Arkansas Delta. It was produced and engineered in Little Rock, Arkansas and features local musicians that range from a backwoods fiddle player to a cello player for the Arkansas Symphony Orchestra.

To give credit where credit is due, the artist wishes to thank: Suzette for suggesting a âfresh new lookâ for the CD cover; Kathy for the new layout and design; my family, especially my Mom & Dad (two of my biggest fans); the guys from Joeâs garage; Scott and his band of brothers; the Yâallternative Conspiracy; and my âgentle listenersâ for believing in the possible.

The liner notes and song lyrics that are included in the physical copy of the CD are listed below:

Liner Notes:
-all songs written by Becky Perkerson (ASCAP)
- produced and mixed by Scott Finney
- recorded in Little Rock at Finnius Sound Labs
- mastered by Ramon Breton at Ocean View Digital Mastering, Los Angeles, CA
- photos by George Smith
- layout and design by Kathy Lindsey

Song Lyrics:

Someday Soon (3:21)
Amyâs livinâ way too fast
Keepinâ up with the days as they pass
Keeps her from thinkinâ too hard âbout somethinâ new
Sheâs been waitinâ far too long
Buyinâ time to make herself strong
âCause deep inside she knows what sheâs gotta do
Someday soon when this love is over
Someday soon sheâs gonna find a way
Someday soon sheâll just let go instead of hanginâ on
Sheâll find the life sheâs waited for someday soon
When youâve been wonderinâ your way through the dark
Any sign of a flame or a spark
Can keep you searchinâ for the light left inside a loverâs eyes
She used to feel like it was all a bad dream
Now sheâs too numb to feel anything
Itâs all been swept away between the hurt and the lies
Someday soon she may not have all the answers
Someday soon sheâll ask those questions anyway
Someday soon sheâll just let go instead of hanginâ on
Sheâll find the life sheâs waited for someday soon
Someday soon when this love is over
Someday soon you know sheâs gonna find a way
Someday soon sheâll just let go instead of hanginâ on
Sheâll find the life sheâs waited for someday soon
Sheâll find the life sheâs waited for someday soon

© 1997 Becky Parkerson
Dave Hoffpauir: Drums
Scott Finney: Bass, Acoustic Guitars
Dave Shurgar: Organ
Mike Nelson: Electric Guitar
Doug Bramlett: Lead Electric Guitar
Becky Parkerson: Background Vocals

Dreams into Memories (3:41)
I hold in my hands the dreams of a lifetime
Some are shiny and new, some are faded and worn
As I walk through this lifetime
Trading dreams in for memories
The ones Iâll most cherish are of you my love
Maybe, my love, we will live near the ocean
Watch as the warm winds chase waves to the shore
We will walk hand in hand from sunset âtil morning
And as the sun rises, whisper âI love youâ once more
Maybe, my love, in the mountains we will linger
Where cool autumn breezes stir the leaves red and gold
And as fall turns to winter, weâll be warmed by the fire
Of a love that burns brighter than the dark and the cold
Maybe my love the rivers will call us
To a life in the woodlands where the evergreen grows
We will sit in its shade as the twilight approaches
And we will tell of the love we have been blessed to know
I hold in my hands the dreams of a lifetime
Some are shiny and new, some are faded and worn
As I walk through this lifetime
Trading dreams in for memories
The ones Iâll most cherish are of you my love
As I walk through this lifetime
Trading dreams in for memories
The ones Iâll most cherish are of you my love
Are of you my love
Are of you my love

© 1995 Becky Parkerson
Dave Hoffpauir: Drums
Mike Nelson: Bass
Gil Franklin: Fiddle, Slide Guitar, Background Vocals
Scott Finney: Capo Guitar, Background Vocals
Becky Parkerson: Acoustic Guitar

Baxter County (3:51)
Thereâs a two lane road that leads down to Baxter County
Where the air is sweet and thereâs cotton in the fields
This ramblinâ heart longs to beat down in Baxter County
Iâm almost home â got one hand on the wheel
Had a sweetheart who pledged his love to me down in Baxter County
But the world came in and carried us both away
Now he lives out west with his ghosts and his loneliness far from Baxter County
And Iâm always headed somewhere but never bound to stay
Big city nights and neon lights will really turn you âround
Where everything is just another part of the deal
But when shadows pass through this backroad looking glass
The idols all start tumblinâ down
And all thatâs left is the way you feel
Thereâs a two lane road that leads down to Baxter County
Where the air is sweet and you can see out across the open fields
This ramblinâ heart longs to beat down in Baxter County
Iâm almost home â got one hand on the wheel
Iâm almost home â got one hand on the wheel
Iâm almost home â got one hand on the wheel
Iâm almost home â got one hand on the wheel

© 1997 Becky Parkerson
Dave Hoffpauir: Drums
Mike Nelson: Bass
Dave Shurgar: Organ
Scott Finney: Electric Guitars
Becky Parkerson: Acoustic Guitar

Beats All Iâve Ever Seen (3:59)
Well, I went to see a good friend
I was feelinâ mighty low
Yeah, I went to see a good friend
I was feelinâ oh so low
I said, sister, can you tell me
Wherever did all the good men go?
She said, theyâre out in Arizona, at least
At least thatâs what I hear
Or now was it Carolina
Itâs hard to keep it all very clear in my mind you know
Well theyâre all together somewhere, somehow
Cause they sure ainât showinâ their faces âround here
You gotta treat me right
Or just watch me go
Donât know why I ever loved you so
Youâre cold-hearted, treat me awful mean
Youâre a user, youâre a loser
Beats all Iâve ever seen
Well, I drove home Friday eveninâ
You were waitinâ on me right outside at my door
Yeah, I drove home Friday eveninâ
You were waitinâ on me right outside my door
I said now, mister, do I know you?
Seems like Iâve seen you somewhere âround here before
You said, baby, whatâs the matter
Donât you recognize my face?
I said, you look a bit familiar
But youâre still a little hard to place
Arenât you that guy who stole my heart
And then you left without a single trace
Now listen â
You donât ever come around
You donât ever call
Donât know why I ever put up with you at all
Cause youâre low-down, baby, treat me awful mean
Youâre a user, youâre such a loser
Beats all Iâve ever seen
(Watch me ride on home)
Now, I woke up Monday morning
Put my travelinâ shoes on my feet
Yeah, I woke up Monday morning
Put my travelinâ shoes right on my feet
Thereâs a big world waitinâ out there
A whole lot more fish out in the sea
I think Iâll go out to the east
Then head out to the west
Somewhere thereâs gotta be one good one left
Cause youâre cold-hearted, baby, treat me awful mean
Youâre a user, youâre a loser
Beats all Iâve ever seen
Yeah, youâre a user, youâre a loser
Beats all Iâve ever seen

© 1995 Becky Parkerson
Dave Hoffpauir: Drums
Dave Shurgar: Organ
Scott Finney: Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Slide Guitar
Greg Spradlin: Electric Guitar

Street of Plenty (3:02)
Workinâ on a family plan down in Arkansas
And judginâ by the light of day thought he had it all
Now thereâs a candle burninâ all night long
On the street of plenty
Morning used to bring a day like any other day
Make good at a small town job, take home your small town pay
Thank the good Lord youâve got it made
On the street of plenty
The say itâs hard to keep a good man down
Wonât be long before he gets his feet back on the ground
âCause what goes around must surely come around
On the street of plenty
Friday eveningâ comes around just like it always does
Busy people pass him by tryinâ to beat the home town rush
And never stop to think âthat could be any one of usâ
Out on the street of plenty
They say itâs hard to keep a good man down
Wonât be long before he gets his feet back on the ground
âCause what goes around must surely come around
On the street of plenty

© 1998 Becky Parkerson
Doug Bramlett: Classical Guitar
Rafael Leon: Cello

Nobodyâs Fool (3:29)
Iâm tired of playing somebodyâs fool
And Iâm tired of playing by all the rules
Somebody tell me what does a good girl do
After her man sets her free
Well she can sit at home and cry these tears for hours
Waiting for the telephone to ring
But clinging to another love gone sour
Never really proves a thing
Iâm tired of playing somebodyâs fool
And Iâm tired of playing by all the rules
Somebody tell me what does a good girl do
After her man sets her free
Well, now, Iâve played this game before and bet on a losing hand
Iâve been the one without a seat when somebody stopped the band
But now your alibis are all used up and your coverâs blown
Now Iâll make some music of my own
âCause Iâm tired of playing somebodyâs fool
And Iâm gonna make my own set of rules
Iâm here to tell ya thatâs what a good girl oughta do
After her man sets her free
So you just tell all your friends that come around
Iâm gonna let my hair down
Now that my man, now that my man, now that my man has set me free

© 1995 Becky Parkerson
Dave Hoffpauir: Drums
Mike Nelson: Bass
Becky Parkerson: Piano
Matt Dickson: Saxophone
Scott Finney: Background Vocals

Hey, Bobby (3:52)
Hey, Bobby, why are you hanging around
There ainât nothing for you in this tired old town
Leave your worries by the railroad track
Keep your eyes on that road, boy, and donât look back
Born outside the chosen few
Not a thing you could say, not a thing you could do
Donât know what youâre trying to prove anyway
Stake a claim and youâre bound to lose a lot of ground
On the wrong side of town
Hey, Bobby what are you waiting for
There ainât nothing to keep you âround here anymore
She packed her bags, and she said good-bye
You saw no regrets when you looked in her eyes
Born one of the chosen few
Not a thing she could say, not a thing she could do
Nothing different, nothing new anyway
Itâs an uphill climb when youâre trying to find some middle ground
On the wrong side of town
All you ever wanted was just a half a chance to fit in
Well, Bobby, you got more going for you
Than all of your uptown, fair-weather friends
Bobby, you got nothing to lose
Theyâd all do the same if theyâd stood in your shoes
Itâs not too late if youâre still hopinâ to find
A place to forget what youâre leavinâ behind
Born outside the chosen few
Not a thing you could say, not a thing you could do
I donât know what youâre trying to prove anyway
Stake a claim and youâre bound to lose a lot of ground
On the wrong side of town
Hey, Bobby, why are you hanging around
There ainât nothing for you in this tired old town
Leave your worries by the railroad track
Keep your eyes on that road, boy, and donât look back
Donât ever look back

© 1996 Becky Parkerson
Dave Hoffpauir: Drums
Scott Finney: Bass, Electric Guitar
Doug Bramlett: Lead Electric Guitar
Becky Parkerson: Acoustic Guitar

The Way You Looked at Me (3:13)
There was something in the way you looked at me tonight
Donât you try to deny it, babe, youâve got no alibi
It was something that I canât explain
A glance and then you turned away
But I saw the way you looked at me tonight
Itâs been a while since you called me friend
Long enough for love to grow
Where does love begin and friendship end
Iâve got a feeling you already know
âCause I saw that crazy way you looked at me tonight
Donât you try to deny it, babe, youâve got no alibi
It was something that I canât explain
A glance and then you turned away
But I saw the way you looked at me tonight
Boy, you caught me a bit off guard
What on earth am I to do
But Iâm banking on so good, so far
And Iâm looking right back at you
Ever since I saw that way you looked at me tonight
Something deep down inside me tells me that it feels just right
Now itâs something that I canât explain
But I feel it when you call my name
Since I saw the way you looked at me tonight
Yeah, I saw the way you looked at me tonight
Oh, I saw the way you looked at me tonight
Yeah, I saw the way you looked at me tonight
Babe, I saw the way you looked at me tonight

© 1995 Becky Parkerson
Dave Hoffpauir: Drums
Mike Nelson: Bass
Dave Shurgar: Accordian
Scott Finney: Electric Guitars, Background Vocals
Becky Parkerson: Acoustic Guitar

Promised Land (4:09)
Said he came from some Georgia town
He always was a righteous man
Just searchinâ for a better way
He didnât like the life heâd found
âTil he reached that Delta ground
He said I think Iâm gonna stay
He said this must be the promised land
And though Iâm tired and cold, itâs here Iâll make my stand
If itâs fallen down and low, Iâll build it up with my two hands
Lord, this must be the promised land
Hmmmmm
Worked those fields for forty years
With a lot of blood, sweat, and tears
He bought a piece of his own land so he could pass it on
His daughter loved a poor manâs son
Even when the rains refused to come
They stood out in those empty fields and raised their hands up to the sky
She said this must be the promised land
And though Iâm tired and cold, itâs here Iâll make my stand
Itâs a hard and heavy load, but Iâll lift it up while I still can
Lord, this must be the promised land
Hmmmmm
Now the trains donât run and the grass has grown where the old tracks used to be
And half the town has packed their dreams and moved away
He still believes in those Delta dreams, and he swears heâll never leave
Oh, but sometimes it gets so hard to stay
He said this must be the promised land
And though Iâm tired and cold, itâs here Iâll make my stand
Iâve got many miles to go, but you know Iâm doing the best I can
Lord, this must be the promised land
Oh, this must be the promised land
Oh, this must be the promised land
Hmmmmm

© 1996 Becky Parkerson
Dave Hoffpauir: Drums
Scott Finney: Bass
Dave Shurgar: Organ
Doug Bramlett: Acoustic Guitars, Background Vocals
Becky Parkerson: Acoustic Guitar

The Best Years (3:31)
One of these mornings Iâm gonna fly right out of here
Head back to the place where I belong
My good friends will greet me, and I know theyâll take me in
Theyâll give me shelter from the storm
Weâll talk about the times gone by, and the places we have been
Things weâve left behind along the way
But Iâll be walking right back out the door sure as I am
walking in The hold is strong, but I canât stay
Just think of all weâll miss
Singing songs âbout remember when
Hold onto the dreams but not the times
Down a long and winding road
Toward a place weâll call our own
Lie the best years, the best years of our lives
Time stands still for no one; no one ever said it should
Not in all the thousand books Iâve read
But I used to think Iâd hold on to the past as if I could
Now I see the bright lights up ahead
Think of all weâll miss
Singing songs âbout remember when
Hold onto the dreams but not the times
Down a long and winding road
Toward a place weâll call our own
Lie the best years, the best years of our lives
The best years, the best years of our lives
The best years, the best years of our lives
The best years, the best years of our lives

© 1996 Becky Parkerson
Dave Hoffpauir: Drums
Mike Nelson: Bass
Dave Shurgar: Organ
Becky Parkerson: Piano
Scott Finney/Doug Bramlett: Electric Guitar
Scott Finney: Acoustic Guitar