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Great Falls Road includes thirteen original songs, followed by a reprise of the title song featuring the great vocals of my musical family...very special! To purchase your copy, mail a check for $17.50 ($15 plus $2.50 postage and packaging) to: Susan D. Taylor, PO Box 596, Winnsboro, SC 29180, order from Apple iTunes, or

  Photo and artwork by Will Salley 

      Click on > below to hear audio clips from Great Falls Road

The Old Barndance

Susan Douglass Taylor/Great Falls Road

Song for a Wrangler

Susan Douglass Taylor/Great Falls Road

Time and Gasoline

Susan Douglass Taylor/Great Falls Road

The Ghost of an Old Guitar

Susan Douglass Taylor/Great Falls Road

     All words and music by Susan Douglass Taylor © 2010 & 2011.

Published by Dixie Child Music (BMI) 2012. All rights reserved.

"Time and Gasoline" 

Susan Douglass Taylor w/Jack Williams, Cary Taylor, Danny Harlow, Steve Klinck

"It is a strange delight to hear an artist, with a wealth of time playing, finally release an album full of original material late in a career full of profound experience. Susan Douglass Taylor’s “Great Falls Road” is a foolproof mix of bluegrass and folk, with some country thrown in, making it perfectly pure Americana. Taylor’s guitar and banjo playing show deep proficiency and although there is plenty of amazing studio talent backing her up, this is clearly all her show.

Sean Knight, SC Music Guide

"There’s a touch of Western swing here, a dash of bluegrass there, and it’s all sung and performed with a gentle warmth that wraps around you like a fresh mound of hay in a hayloft....a great batch of original songs.

Mike Miller, Free-lance Music Writer/Author

LYRICS

Great Falls Road

Susan Douglass Taylor--Copyright 2010   

Here in Carolina there’s a place I call my home

There's a full moon shining through the trees in the woods we used to roam

I wanna see it with my eyes, wanna feel it in my soul

That’s where I wanna be, out on the Great Falls Road.   

Call all my pickin’ friends, tell Red to bring that old guitar

I wanna hear Lester’s mandolin, you know he plays it from the heart

Music lifts our spirits high; it lightens up our load,

Play one for George and Clyde out on the Great Falls Road   

There’s an open window by my bed ‘cause I love to breathe this air

I think I hear Richard playin’ blues, he used to live right over there

Those people never had a dime, but they made that place a home

And they had themselves a time out on the Great Falls Road.   

Daddy knew it in his heart when he built this house back then

That music would always fill these walls; we heard that banjo over and over again.

How could I ever dream my years would turn to gold,

Reliving all those memories out on the Great Falls Road.

Out on the Great Falls Road,

Out on the Great Falls Road,

Out on the Great Falls Road.    

Weary Vagabond

Susan Douglass Taylor--Copyright 2010   

I am a weary vagabond

I’ve traveled far to bring this song

In younger days this life I chose

An old man reaps what a young man sows.   

With guitar as my closest friend

I’m passin' through this town again

I’ll play my songs for wages small

On smoke and gin I’ll spend it all.   

I’ve seen this road from end to end

And know what lies around each bend

I’m never any place too long

And have nowhere to call my own.   

The night is getting dark and cold

I’m growing tired of growing old

In weariness I write this song

God bless a weary vagabond.    

Black Top

Susan Douglass Taylor--Copyright 2010   

Driving down this highway, never knowing what’s ahead

Each new day’s a mystery, each night’s a lonely bed

Talkin' to the radio, it answers with a song

Feels like I’ve been traveling too long.   

Living on the road is only for the travelin' kind

Taking all you’ve got to give, what’s left is left behind

Gotta move out early, still tired from yesterday

I wish it didn’t have to be this way.   

Chorus

Black top winds through towns I’ve never seen

East and west and places in between

An endless stretch of highway rollin' on

Black top, won’t you ever take me home?   

I get a lonesome feelin' when I think of where I’ve been

Moving past the white lines, I’m a gypsy in the wind

Thinking of a southern town, my heart begins to yearn

Something's tellin' me I must return.   

(to chorus)   

(to chorus)  

......through towns I’ve never seen

East and west and places in between

An endless stretch of highway rollin' on

Black top won’t you ever take me home?    

The Ghost of an Old Guitar

Susan Douglass Taylor--Copyright 2010   

Spruce top is worn; I can see it’s been played

The case smells like smoke and shows signs of its age

Wish I could hear all the music you’ve made

Hangin’ around in this bar, the ghost of an old guitar.   

Strings all in tune ring clear as a bell

I'd listen so close for the stories you’d tell

Now they’re a secret, you hide them so well

Wish I could know who you are, the ghost of an old guitar.   

Chorus

An old guitar passed along through the years

From picker to singer, through laughter, through tears

I almost can hear your voice in these strings

Tellin’ me everything.   

(to chorus)   

Alone in a corner for tips did you play,

Late in the night after working all day,

Or some hobo who traveled out under the stars

Asleep in a cold box car, the ghost of an old guitar

The ghost of an old guitar.    

Song for a Wrangler

Susan Douglass Taylor--Copyright 2010   

Kick off your boots, old cowboy, you’ve had a long, hard day

I know a place where we can go and watch the big sun slip away

Sing a song for a wrangler, yippee-ti-yi-yay.   

All day out on the prairie you’ve been feelin’ your oats

Now you’re growin' weary listenin’ to an old coyote

Howlin’ for spring, shedding his winter coat.   

I’ve got a dream worth sharing, come along and ride with me

The moon is full, stars are dancin’, aren’t they a sight to see

Shootin’ over the canyon, make a wish for you and me.   

I’ve got a dream worth sharing, come along and ride with me

The moon is full, stars are dancin’, aren’t they a sight to see

Shootin’ over the canyon, make a wish for you and me.   

Well, you put a tune in my heart, I’ll sing it ‘til the cows come home

And when they do, I’ll still be with you, hummin’ that old trail song

Ridin' off in the sunset when our wranglin’ days are done.

Ridin' off in the sunset when our wranglin' days are done.

Ooooooo, ooooooooo.       

Old Brick Tavern

Susan Douglass Taylor --Copyright 2011  

What used to be her ceiling is now the open sky

Where once we came for laughter, we gather now to cry

A place that held our memories, the chapters of our past

It breaks my heart to see her now, among the blackened ash.   

The last time that I saw her, the party lasted long

The room was filled with friends and kin, we sang to every song

I never thought that night would be the last with her I’d spend

Before the fire consumed her walls and brought her to an end.   

We’ll find another spot to go to share a laugh or two

There’ll never be a place as dear as the one we knew

For all the times we treasure, I’ll raise the final toast

Our lovely old brick Tavern has given up her ghost.    

Overland Drifter

Susan Douglass Taylor--Copyright 2010   

Overland drifter, the wind at your side

Sun’s shining on you, there’s no place to hide

All that you have are the clothes that you wear

Moon and the stars and the clean desert air   

You travel the back roads and alternate trails

Hikin’ and hitchin’ a ride on the rails

Choosing a life that could never be bound

You must have missed her when she came around         

Chorus

Overland drifter, what are you hoping to find

You found your freedom, a highway to your peace of mind

When you’re alone somewhere under the sky

Do you ever wonder if love passed you by

The price you are payin' ‘cause you’re not the stayin' kind   

Deep in the night, what’s that sound that you hear

A lonely heart aching for someone to care

Do you regret that you turned love away

With no one to hold at the end of the day

Where you are headed, does anyone know

You rise in the morning and follow the crow

That voice deep within you says you must be free

Drifter you are, and a drifter you’ll be.   

(to chorus)   

It's the price you are payin' 'cause you're not the stayin' kind.    

Little Town

Susan Douglass Taylor--Copyright 2010   

We live in a little town; the people here are kind

Some have come from far around, a little town to find.

Some like me chose to remain, and never sought to roam

Others soon returned to find that little town was home.   

On Friday night our appetite finds us on this street

Enzo’s cooking something good; it’s where we love to eat

Linda’s painting pictures, Jeanie’s shining stones

Friends down at The 145 test the microphones.   

Brother Sister work the trade their mama gave to them

Offering a friendly smile each time that we go in

A wooden bench reminds me Gordon loved this town

He’s on a street that’s paved with gold, and I know he’s looking down.   

A smile on every face I see, whether friend or stranger be

Makes me think we all agree our little town does shine.   

Jimmy’s at the mission now helping those in need

Opening the shelter for hungry mouths to feed

Town clock strikes the hour, church bell rings a chime

We’ll offer up a prayer of thanks for all this love we find.

We live in a little town; the people here are kind.   

Two Dresses

Susan Douglass Taylor--Copyright 201

I found ‘em in a closet behind a winter coat

Just like the day she hung ‘em there

One was made of cotton, the other it was fine

Two dresses Mama used to wear.

One she wore in summer when she had a lot to do

Two pockets, some pink and yellow flowers

The same one she was wearing the day I started school

She kissed me bye and cried away the hours.   

The other dress was emerald, and she wore it perfectly

She turned a lot of heads when she walked by

It wasn’t all that fancy, but it fit her to a tee

And always put a light in Daddy’s eyes.   

Two dresses in my closet, they’re hanging there today

I wear them with the memories we made

One is made of cotton, the other it is fine

Like her dresses, Mama’s love will never fade.

Oooh.    

Running Free

Susan Douglass Taylor--Copyright 2010   

In a land without fences, a mustang’s gonna run

Cooled by the rainfall, warmed by the sun

Nature would have you make a refuge here

Nothing to bind you and no one to fear.   

Chorus

Runnin' free, fast as your legs can fly

Free as an eagle soars across a turquoise sky

Taste the rain fallin' on your tongue

In open space, the place where you were young, runnin' free.   

Move with the spirit of a westward wind

Any direction, freedom has no end

Graze in the valley by a riverbed

Rest in the evening, the stars overhead.   

(to chorus)   

Taste the rain fallin' on your tongue

In open space, the place where you were young, runnin' free.   

Time & Gasoline

Susan Douglass Taylor--Copyright 2010   

Wherever you are, it’s never really far from the one who cares

Hearts beat strong, and the rhythm of that song is in the air

When we’re together and when we’re apart

Think about the promises we keep within our heart.   

Chorus

And go the distance; don’t worry about me

I keep a candle burning, and I’ll keep you in my dreams

You know I could get to you, I swear it’s true you got to me

And the only thing between is time and gasoline.   

The trusting kind knows that love will bind two hearts as one

Doubts and fear are no longer welcome here, so lay down your gun

Think about the memories we’ve made along the way

Listen to that voice inside; hear what it has to say.   

(to chorus)   

(to chorus)      

And the only thing between is time and gasoline.    

Sweet Angel (Song for Ally)

Susan Douglass Taylor--Copyright 2010   

Beautiful angel, ever in mind

All through the ages, hallowed in time

Sometimes unspoken, sometimes a rhyme

I take you wherever I go.   

You’re in my heart when I’m travelin' alone,

I sing of you softly when I’m far from home

And when the night falls, I will dream of my own

Sweet angel, I treasure you so.   

To find such beauty, I would not reach

For a star in the night sky, or a stone on the beach

I’d close my eyes tightly, and there you would be

Frozen in time with your smile.   

I hear your laughter; I feel your love

I’d bring you home on the wings of a dove

But I know you’re our angel in Heaven above

Sweet angel, God’s beautiful child.  

The Old Barndance

Susan Douglass Taylor--Copyright 2011   

Cool wind’s blowin’ the stars around a moonlit desert sky

Pedal steel plays the sweetest sound, makes a weary soul feel high

Cowboy’s spinnin’ his favorite girl across the old dance floor

When I hear that song, gonna sing along, it leaves me wanting more.   

Chorus

We’re gonna have a time at the old barn barndance, we’ve been waitin’ for this all year

A lonely heart finds a new romance when they hold a partner near

Everybody comes to have some fun, forget about your cares and woes

Out under the stars in old New Mexico.   

Children play while the dancers sway, the old folks stay in the chairs

Talkin’ to friends ‘bout the way they’ve been, glad to see ‘em again this year

Smiles are showing, campfires glowin', and love is all around

Feeling the joy that the music brings, lovin' the friends we’ve found.   

(to chorus)   

We’re gonna have a time at the old barn barndance, we’ve been waitin’ for this all year

A lonely heart finds a new romance when they hold a partner near

Everybody comes to have some fun, forget about your cares and woes

Our place in the sun in old New Mexico

Out under the stars in old New Mexico.