Strange Familiar from Boots by Madeline Hawthorne

Beer cans holstered in cupholders
Dashboard littered with souvenirs
Roaches, butts and bottle caps, stickers, plastic figurines
100 miles more to go and worlds away from you

See I fight the chain tied to a desk
Drive all night. Never rest.
Empty wallets. Empty bars.
And I fly free among the stars

To tell the truth I love it all
Even the cost of rock n’ roll

So what is this thought
I can’t explain
Hits me like a brick to the chest
Gives me tears takes my breath
Missing something that ain’t there
Feels kinda strange yet familiar

‘Cause come on people let’s be real
Y’all know the price of this kinda deal
When lights turn on and buzz wears off I’m left with drunks and lonely thoughts
Dreaming of my bed at night. Dreaming of you.

Don’t get me wrong I love it all
Even the cost of rock n’ roll

So what is this thought
I can’t explain
Hits me like a brick to the chest
Gives me tears takes my breath
Missing something that ain’t there
Feels kinda strange, oh yet familiar
mmmmm



Western skies slippin’ by and by
Seasons change I wonder why oh why
I can’t see you staring me right in the eye
I can’t sleep. You weigh so heavy on my mind

What is this thought I can’t explain
Hits me like a brick to the chest
Gives me tears takes my breath
Missing something that ain’t there
Feels kinda strange

Guess that’s the thought I can’t explain
Hits me hard to the chest
Gives me tears takes my breath
Missing something that ain’t there
Feels kinda strange
Oh yet familiar
mmmm

• Americana
• Country
• Soul
• roots rock
• singer-songwriter
• Bozeman