Friday, March 13, 2026

Driving in the Fog

 


Driving in the Fog
by Richard Lawry

The alarm goes off
Shattering the silence
Of the night
At three A. M
Seems I just laid down
On my comfy bed
Now, I'm on
My feet again
Pull on my clothes
Wash my face
And I stumble
Out the door
The fog glows thick
In the porch light glow
It's time for work
Once more

I know this road
Like the back
Of my hand
This morning
It's not the same
There's an empty road
And miles to go
But it's the fog
That is to blame

The night sky is
As black as coal
My headlights
Shining bright
They just don't seem
To show the way
Fog keeps
Swallowing the light
The high beams flicker
And blind my eyes
Low beams show
Only the glow
Of fog hiding
The countryside
In a surreal
Shadowy tableau

Driving slow
Hands gripping the wheel
You can't see far
It seems unreal
Foot by foot
The road appears
Faith is driving
Through your fears
The fog will lift
And skies will clear
You were never alone
Grace was here
Mile by mile
Along the way
All you had to do
Was pray

Cars drift past
With halo rings
Cocoons of
Ghostly silver light
The sky begins
To softly glow
Dawn will dissolve
The inky night
Moon so thin
It almost hides
It's evanescent radiance
The dawn has promised
A reprieve
From this
Foggy night experience

Driving slow
Hands gripping the wheel
You can't see far
It seems unreal
Foot by foot
The road appears
Faith is driving
Through your fears
The fog will lift
And skies will clear
You were never alone
Grace was here
Mile by mile
Along the way
All you had to do
Was pray

You won't see
What the future holds
Just the guiding line
Of the road you're on
But the fog will lift
And skies will clear
With faith in what
Lies beyond

Slow down
Steady at the wheel
Driving in the fog
Is by degrees
Slow down
Steady at the wheel
Dawn is closer
Than it seems


You can listen to the song as recorded by Faded Chrome at this link

Thursday, March 12, 2026

Bob Lawry Auto Museum



Links to the lyrics of every song on the album, Bob Lawry Auto Museum, by Faded Chrome 

SIDE A

SIDE B


My OCD Won't Let Me Be


My OCD Won't Let Me Be
by Kenny Van Orden and Richard Lawry

My OCD
Won't let me be
Sheldon ain't got
Nothing on me
Everything
In the number three
My OCD
Won't let me be

I've got a vision
A vision in my mind
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Let's shine
I've got a vision
A dream I won't deny
Oh no no
Oh no
Oh no

My OCD
Won't let me be
Sheldon ain't got
Nothing on me
Everything
In the number three
My OCD
Won't let me be

Can't you see it
It's lighting up the night
Oh yeah
Feeling alright

I've got a vision
A vision in my mind
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Let's shine
I've got a vision
A dream I won't deny
Oh no no
Oh no
Oh no

I'm a lighting designer
On the cheap
I knew that was the trick

Can't you see it
It's lighting up the night
Oh yeah
Feeling alright

My OCD
Won't let me be
Sheldon ain't got
Nothing on me
Everything
In the number three
My OCD
Won't let me be

My OCD
Won't let me be
My OCD
Won't let me be

You can listen to the song as recorded by The Junkyard Misfits at this link

Wednesday, March 11, 2026

Never Said Much


 
Never Said Much
by Richard Lawry

Quiet in the hallway
Head down low
Too shy for the girls
They didn't know
New school, old nerves
I couldn't start
Then you walked in
And stole my heart

Never said much
But I felt it all
Love was knocking
In the school hall
I never said much
Until I knew
That my whole life
Was waiting on you

History class
Harris Pine indoors
Me making dressers
You making drawers
Lost my job
Standing up for right
Found a flower
In a soda can
To my delight

Never said much
But I felt it all
Love was knocking
In the school hall
I never said much
Until I knew
That my whole life
Was waiting on you

First date ride
Made me spin around
Got sick in the sky
Kept nothing down
You took me home
Washed my clothes clean
Said, Let's ride the train
Soft and sweet

Five hundred miles
Tried to pull us apart
Couldn't break the promise
Of a devoted heart

Never said much
But I felt it all
Love was knocking
In the school hall
I never said much
Until I knew
That my whole life
Was waiting on you

I never said much
But I knew for sure
Our kind of love
Was built to endure
Same place, same time
I finally knew
My whole life
I was waiting on you

Never said much
But I felt it all
Love was knocking
In the school hall
I never said much
Until I knew
That my whole life
Was waiting on you

I never said much
But I chose you


You can listen to the song as recorded by The Junkyard Misfits at this link

Friday, March 6, 2026

Bring Her Back


 

Being Her Back
by Richard Lawry

Hiding behind an old barn door
I saw a project I couldn't ignore
Dust on her paint, her tires were worn
But I knew that she could be reborn

Gonna bring her back
Bring her back to life
Bring her back
Bring her back to life

A Forty Buick Limited
With sidemount spares
Jet black paint
Faded by years
Dirty old seats
Her engine worn
But I hear her whisper
She'll be reborn

Bring her back to life
Straight-eight running true
She's been waiting on me
Like old dreams do

Gonna bring her back
Bring her back to life
Bring her back
Bring her back to life

Wrenches and rags, late-night light
Bringing her engine back to life
Grease on my hands, knuckles torn
Every bolt says she'll be reborn

She's more than steel and an old design
She's a bygone era frozen in time
Stately and proud, the things she's seen
She's going to drive the roads again

Gonna bring her back
Bring her back to life
Bring her back
Bring her back to life

Gonna bring her back
Bring her back to life
Bring her back
Bring her back to life


You can listen to the song as recorded by Faded Chrome at this link


Thursday, March 5, 2026

Frazer in the Snow



Frazer in the Snow
by Richard Lawry

Frazer in the snow
Roll on, roll on
Frazer in the snow
Roll on

Cold December, fifty four
Heading north from Tennessee
Blue Frazer rolling through the snow
Just Bob and Pat and what might be

Frazer in the snow
Roll on, roll on
Frazer in the snow
Roll on

Oh, Frazer in the snow keep rolling on
We don't have much but we got love
Thirty dollars and not yet twenty-one
But it feels like more than enough

Frazer in the snow
Roll on, roll on
Frazer in the snow
Roll on

Engine ticking near Michigan
Snow falling thick and slow
Said"I do" while the roads were closed
But two hearts said, "let's go"

Frazer in the snow
Roll on, roll on
Frazer in the snow
Roll on

Oh, Frazer in the snow keep rolling on
We don't have much but we got love
Thirty dollars and not yet twenty-one
But it feels like more than enough

Frazer in the snow
Roll on, roll on
Frazer in the snow
Roll on

Knocking hard on the Kansas line
Pulled one plug, limped back home
Grease and hope and a little luck
And they were safely home

Frazer in the snow
Roll on, roll on
Frazer in the snow
Roll on

Oh, Frazer in the snow you carried them
When the road was hard and long
From snow plows to winter vows
Their love kept rolling on

Frazer in the snow
Roll on, roll on
Frazer in the snow
Roll on 

Oh, Frazer in the snow keep rolling on
We don't have much but we got love
Thirty dollars and not yet twenty-one
But it feels like more than enough

You kept their love rolling on


You can listen to the song as recorded by Faded Chrome at this link



You can listen to the song as recorded by The Junkyard Misfits at this link

Wednesday, March 4, 2026

Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh


Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh
by Richard Lawry

I was walking past the trailers
At the edge of the fair
When a funny little sound
Came through the air
Puhht whoosh whoosh
Whoosh whoosh Puhht
A sound not well known
No steady beat
just a mind of its own

Putt whoosh whoosh
Whoosh whoosh putt
An engine spinning slow
But just fast enough
It hits when it needs
It misses by design
Old iron heartbeat
Keeping perfect time

Flywheels heavy
As a farmer's hands
Spinning out the work
Across the land
Governor swinging
Like a metronome
Tells that piston
When it's time to come home

Putt whoosh whoosh
Whoosh whoosh putt
Fire and coast
Till the load gets tough
Under strain
It talks a little more
At idle it'll rest
Six strokes or more

Hits when it wants
Misses by design
World's laziest engine
keeping perfect time
Missing on purpose
Loud and proud

Corn got shelled
And the water got pumped
Wood got sawed
And the butter got clumped
Wash got done
And the cream got spun
All from a hit and miss
gitting er done

Putt whoosh whoosh
Whoosh whoosh putt
Fire and coast
Till the load gets tough
Under strain
It talks a little more
At idle it'll rest
Six strokes or more

She don't fire on command
She fires on feel
Like an old farmhand
Makin' a better deal
You can't hurry iron
From nineteen ought two
It'll let you know
When it's ready for you

Putt whoosh whoosh
Whoosh whoosh putt
Fire and coast
Till the load gets tough
Under strain
It talks a little more
At idle it'll rest
Six strokes or more

Hits when it wants
Misses by design
World's laziest engine
keeping perfect time
Missing on purpose
Loud and proud

Putt whoosh whoosh
Whoosh whoosh putt
Whoosh whoosh
Whoosh whoosh putt
Whoosh whoosh
Whoosh whoosh putt
Whoosh whoosh
Whoosh whoosh

You can listen to the song as recorded by Faded Chrome at this link


You can listen to the song as recorded by The Junkyard Misfits, under the title Hit and Miss, at this link