Can’t find a way

Everything inside of me’s changing

Can't find a way to feel alright

Just another memory I'm estranging

Don't have the will to meet him tonight 

I thought he would bring me what I asked for

He never could find what I was looking for

I asked for water and he brought me gasoline

He took the sugar and he didn't leave a thing

I got a message from the motherland

Said he’d return when the weather is fine

Another lone winter by the fireside

Summer was late to meet him on time

I thought he would bring me what I asked for

He never could find what I was looking for

I asked for water and he brought me gasoline

He took the sugar and he didn’t leave a thing

Another night weeping at the station

Two ponies in hand with a gun at my side

No companion, provider or relation

This world’s not my home but I’ll take it in stride

I thought he would bring me what I asked for

He never could find what I was looking for

I asked for water and he brought me gasoline

He took the sugar and he didn’t leave a thing

By Kacy Lee Anderson

A Vanity Tale

Sometimes I have the urge to go blind

Then I go blonde and soon I change my mind

Mourning and grieving

My memory is fleeting

Of when I was the rose of the hills

When a man tells a joke only laugh if it’s funny

To spare the lines on your face

Turn back the clock, you know it costs money

I’m a woman and I don’t know my place

What a real joke it is to having not a thing

The money and the land is in his name

The crops are all failing

The hay’s not worth baling

So it’s cabbage and beans until May

When a man tells a joke only laugh if it’s funny

To spare the lines on your face

To turn back the clock you know it costs money

I’m a woman and I don’t know my place

All men want is a kitten not a cat

I’ll tell you all a story and it will attest to that

Cooking and sewing

At home, never knowing

If he’s out with that girl of 16

When a man tells a joke only laugh if it’s funny

To spare the lines on your face

To turn back the clock you know it costs money

I’m a woman and I don’t know my place

I’m a woman and I don’t know my place

No, I just can’t find

By Kacy Lee Anderson & Brenna Lynn Kuffner

Wrath of Man

My mother didn’t raise me how she wanted me to be

Even when a good man praised me kneeling on his bended knee

She wished for me a simple life, not set to live so free

My mother didn’t raise me how she wanted me to be

I’ve learned every lesson on my own

So forgive me if I didn’t know

There’s a stone wall between your heart and mine

You thought that I was for taken

Now you know you were mistaken

And I’ve been forsaken one too many times

My sister didn’t show me what she wanted me to see

Writhing on mother’s couch sick with misery

She said never marry when you’re young to please our family

Or you will face the wrath of man and end up just like me

I’ve learned every lesson on my own

So forgive me if I didn’t know

There’s a stone wall between your heart and mine

You thought that I was for taken

Now you know you were mistaken

And I’ve been forsaken one too many times

The preacher didn’t teach me what he wanted me to know

He said dancing was the devil’s work - don’t reap the seeds you’ve sewn

But I asked the hands of God to guide my fiddle and my bow

The preacher didn’t teach me the righteous way to go

I’ve learned every lesson on my own

So forgive me if I didn’t know

There’s a stone wall between your heart and mine

You thought that I was for taken

Now you know you were mistaken

And I’ve been forsaken one too many times

By Kacy Lee Anderson

Talk to me

I know you’ve been dragging behind

And you haven’t changed at all

I knew you had the day off

But I’m surprised that you would take the time to call

Oh, I’m so understanding, so forgiving

And I always find you in the right

Now you sing the same old tune:

You’d do anything to be with me tonight

Talk to me when you’re sober

Talk to me when you’re clean

Talk to me when you’ve dried up

From your dark and foggy dream

I tried mother’s little helpers

But they only seemed to help me for awhile

The blue ones keep me quiet

And the pretty pink ones help me hold an aching smile

The square ones stop the voices

And the round ones have me laughing; I might break at dawn

Now I sing the same old song

My baby left and the bottles almost gone

Talk to me when you’re sober

Talk to me when you’re clean

Talk to me when you’ve dried up

From your dark and hollow dream

Talk to me when you’re giving

Talk to me when you’re fair

Talk to me when you’re not living

Some old backstreet affair

By Kacy Lee Anderson & Skylae Reader

Coward

He’s cruel but he’s coy and you know him well

Singing on your radio, or in a big picture show

Speaks with a drawl while sipping champagne

Though he’s never been to a rodeo

Or rode a colt in the fall

His saddles nailed to his wall

He’s a coward, he’s fickle and vain

I know he’s troubled and hiding a childhood wound

But I just can’t be living this way

I wrote him and song and he sang right along

But he can’t hear a word that I say

He’s sweet but he’s sick and he loves the pain

He laughs when you’re losing and creeps while you’re boozing

Out from the shadows of burden and shame

He’s no cowboy, he’s a coward

Never branded, never chopped wood

Never saddled his own horse

Never blow dried a calf in his porch

I know he’s troubled and hiding a childhood wound

But I just can’t be living this way

He wrote me a letter, said he found something better

And he’s spending the spring in LA

Never pushed a steer up a shoot

Pulled a heifer calf in rubber boots

Wears a brand new, continental suit

He’s a coward, he’s fickle and vain

I’ll say it again

He’s a coward, he’s fickle and vain

By Kacy Lee Anderson & Brenna Lynn Kuffner & Callie Ann McCrea

#Croptopnroll

If the weather’s kind

Would you like to make a day of it?

We could ride to the water

Let the dust roll off the tires

If Callie’s home, could she meet us on the highway?

I know a spot where the sun falls off the hill

Lace up your boots

Let’s skate into a wonderland

Where sparrow flies and stars are free to shine

This world is so divine if you step out of your mind

If the weather’s kind

Would you like to make a night of it?

I know a spot where the moon’s like a disco ball

If Darwin’s home, should he meet us on the highway?

No, that’s alright, he’s gonna meet us at the hall

Lace up your boots

Let’s skate into a wonderland

Where sparrow flies and stars are free to shine

This world is so divine if you slip out of your mind

By Kacy Lee Anderson & Trixie

My old friend wade

Coffee row

Said the boy never had a hope

All they care to know

Was it a knife or a gun or a rope?

Coffee row

Said Kyrean Pana watched him bleed in the snow

The whole school thought he died

Then Wade up and walked back inside

Queen City’s full of crime

Everybody knows

But that dear old pal of mine

It’s a shame, that’s the way things had to go

My old friend Wade (my old friend Wade)

My old friend Wade McCaine (my old friend Wade McCaine)

At the bar I heard Garett took Wade out with his car

Swapping girls makes men insane

Look who’s walking ‘round with a butterfly cane

Queen City’s full of crime

Everybody knows

But that dear old pal of mine

It’s a shame, that’s the way things had to go

My old friend Wade (my old friend Wade)

My old friend Wade McCaine (my old friend Wade McCaine)

Lewvan Drive

A gun was pulled but they all survived

Wade ran them off the road

Now PA Pen is Wade’s humble abode

PA Pen

Wade snitched on his gang and they want revenge

No gang is ever good

They whipped his ass like they said they would

Queen City’s full of crime

Everybody knows

But that dear old pal of mine

It’s a shame, that’s the way things had to go

My old friend Wade

My old friend Wade McCaine

Wade got out December 7th

Thank god he never left us for heaven

Pick told us that he died

I saw him last summer, he was looking alive

My old friend Wade (my old friend Wade)

My old friend Wade McCaine (my old friend Wade McCaine)

By Kacy Lee Anderson & Brenna Lynn Kuffner & Callie Ann McCrea

exposing what’s vile

She rose from the ashes covered in gold

And found a new earth hiding in with the old

An eagle appeared to guide her away

From this miserable hellhole they call modern day

They arrived at the creekside where the young girl

Washed the gold from her skin to reveal a soft pearl

She stared at the water and all she could hear

Were the voices of loved ones whispering in her ear

“Go back to sleep dear child

This world isn’t what it may seem”

By her family, she’d been reviled

They didn’t want her to wake up from “the dream”

As she gazed deep into the river

She saw things in a way so new

She was lied to by the people in power

Now she must devote her life to the truth

She threw out her dime bag, poured out her rum

Disposed of all evil, she used to be numb

She though they’d be happy, ‘cause she was, she knew

But the people around her were allergic to truth

“Go back to sleep dear child

This world isn’t what it may seem”

By her family, she’d been reviled

They didn’t want her to wake up from “the dream”

She wept ever so softly so no one could seek

But an angle still found her - wiped the tear from her cheek

You’re doing profoundly, we’re all very proud

Though they may not hear you, we do so loud

Keep promoting what’s true, keep exposing what’s vile

Keep promoting the life you would want for your child

Don’t fall asleep dear child

This world isn’t what it may seem

Now you know the the truth you cannot hide

You shall never fall back into the dream

By Callie Ann McCrea

A Gen z sad song

There’s a place for losers and sinners like me

Where you don’t hold your tongue and your thoughts can run free

Where no soul would doubt a word that you say

Where we cry though the night and sleep through the day

Where we cry through the night and sleep through the day

We’ve found comfort in losing the will to go on

It’s our generation who pays

The water is rising, the trees cut and gone

They say leave it or love it this way

We don’t play the game and we don’t act like ladies

We work with our mind’s, no husbands or babies

We’re in our prime, but the worlds quickly ending

And we pay for the crime of our government’s spending

And we pay for the crime of our government’s spending

We’ve found comfort in losing the will to go on

It’s our generation who pays

There’s children in cages, the bees said so long

Well, it’s leave it or love it this way

We pillaged their lands and poisoned their waters

Took out the bison and raped all their daughters

A cruel price was paid for the privilege we stole

Now we realize the lies that the history books told

Do we realize the lies that the history books told?

We’ve found comfort in losing the will to go on

It’s our generation who pays

The Boomers won’t listen so we light the match

We say leave it or love it

We’ll burn it to ash

We say leave it or love it

We’ll burn it to ash


By Kacy Lee Anderson & Brenna Kuffner

To Dabble in astral Travel

I live in a place where no one’s welcome

To hide my body and soul

I sing to the trees from the rolling hilltops

And I bow down to the moon

Spring is coming soon

So I wait and I pine for you

When my ship comes in

Will it fly me far beyond the blue?

I arrive in a land that seldom sees a raindrop

In a grove where water runs dry

The wind shakes the willows that rattle on the rooftop

There’s no sun here, no place for flowers to bloom

Spring is coming soon

So I wait and I pine for you

When my ship comes in

Will it fly me far beyond the moon?

I’ve been known to dabble in astral travel

Where the lines of time are not defined

I’ve pulled a swine from the belly of a bovine

And I bow down to the moon

Spring is coming soon

So I wait and I pine for you

When my ship comes in

Will it fly me far beyond the moon?

By Kacy Lee Anderson & Skylae Reader