All By Myself

by Jon Bonner

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“...Bonner lays down a gravelly, full-throated brand of country-blues that's both cathartic and engaging....”

“...’Tennessee Moonshine’ bristles with a slow, moody honesty, his voice lingering over each note until it's soaked into the listener's skin.”

“…Loneliness comes to the fore. It’s this sort of texture that makes the album “All By Myself” so addicting.”

“…Bonner's colloquial tone belays the smartness of his writing, the way his lyrics snap and fold with seeming ease, the way his portraits of love dwindling and burning seem fully formed in thin sketches. Moreover, it's fascinating to listen to how he connects what might otherwise be straightforward country fare to a continuum of music.”

“..This is a performer who knows who he is, a nod of honesty that lends an air of authenticity to both the cover and to the whole album. Indeed, “All By Myself” is an album that bristles with honesty.”
-Victor D. Infante TELEGRAM & GAZETTE


“…An eclectic but tightly-wound mix of blues-based folk, southern bluegrass and country rock…it’s a privilege.”
-Jeffrey Starr, GoLocalWorcester.com

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released November 28, 2012

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Track Name: All By Myself
All by myself
Ain't no time, nothin' to do
But you know I don't mind my time
When my time's spent with you

All by myself
Time got a way of makin' me feel blue
But you know I don't mind my time
When my time is with you

Am I ever gonna see you, baby
Sittin' on my bed with your favorite sweater on
Tell me I need ya, I'll cook ya and I'll feed ya
The best, I'll take that sweater off
And maybe all the rest, but instead I'm...

All by myself
Oh, it's such a shame, yes it's true
But you know I don't mind my time
When my time's spent with you
Baby you know I don't mind my time
When my time's spent with you
Track Name: Blame It On the Radio
Gimme all your lovin' baby blue
I'll give you all my lovin', baby too
And you come knockin' on my door
Sit yourself right on the floor
Now tell me baby what're you gonna do?
Drive home again without a kiss from you-know-who?
And every song I heard today reminded me of you
It made me blue
Blame it on the radio
Blame it on the radio

Are you just another song in my head?
Dark eyes lookin' tired by the fire and it's time for bed
And I hear that Conway Twitty tune "I'd Love to Lay You Down"
You know I would
Blame it on the radio
Blame it on the radio

Oh honey, honey, honey pie
You know I'd love to lay you down
I've just been skatin' by with the moonshine in your eyes
So come and get me
I'll keep you warm through all these cold New England nights

Tell me a little somethin' baby that I wanna hear
Give it a little gas crazy mama if you want me to steer
And lately I'ma tell you, it's all become so clear
That maybe I was meant for you, my dear

I know this ain't a song that ain't been sung
Tryin' to put a little bit of whiskey on your tongue
Your sleepin' on my guitar strings and dancin' in my head
To Grateful Dead
Blame it on the radio
Blame it on the radio

Oh honey, honey, honey pie
You know I'd love to lay you down
I've just been skatin' by with the moonshine in your eyes
No time for reflection
Let's take all this misdirection and just...

Blame it on the radio
Blame it on the radio
Blame it on the radio
Blame it on the radio
Track Name: A Man Again
Words and tales, they come and go
Tales and fables above or below
Stories born and thrive in the mind of a poet
If the Choctaw did transcend through time
to see the cities, trash and slime
Would he even try to overthrow it?

Red roses for the heat of your love
Red wine to stop the push and shove
A love worth thirty dollars at the store
Instead let's let us plant the seed,
Crush the grapes with our feet
Don't need thirty dollars anymore

Cars go by in a hush-hush
My fellow man, he's in a rush-rush
And wastin' time ain't wastin' time to me

And everyday he takes a seat
down at the bar, he drinks his tea
'Cause he don't know where else he ought to be
And his clients try to cheap him
And his mama tries to keep him
Mixin' his business with his friends
His business took him to the woods,
Far from any neighborhoods
He said "Here I am, indeed a man again"

Rain and dreams, they come and go
Visions and sunshowers above or below
His religion and his savior are his cash
City dump stacked a hundred feet high
Piles of steel, they scrape the sky
Can you even clean up this kind of trash?

My neighbor came and said hello,
He likes to watch his roses grow
He said, "Boy, it's all inside the soil"
We live in such a busy city
And the only thing that's pretty
are the sunsets and the rainbow spots of oil

Some of us don't need another statement of our livin'
Some of us don't need or want much more than what we're given
And wastin' time ain't wastin' time to me

Wide Appalachian valley, smoke a-risin' through the trees
From the modest homes amongst the evergreens
They never met their neighbors, but they heard they're lots of fun
Heard they grow all their own veggies and get their power from the sun
Who knew?

Oh, movin' on, movin' on
I'm gonna get back to the land,
I'm up at dawn

I'm up at dawn
Track Name: Rifleman John
Johnny Pearse was a man with gusto
He showed it in his chin
Picked his guitar on the range
Like an angel of sin
And everytime he'd come to town,
People lined up at his door
Cause Johnny was a gunsmith too
He'd craft the guns of yore

Keep them rifles comin, John
Keep away the wrong, you better stand back
Keep them rifles comin, John
Keep away the wrong, you better stand back
And by the fire, you'll sing your song
Rifleman John

Some say he's quite the bachelor
Some say that he's too rough
But you know his boots are made real tough
He'll probably shoot you off-the-cuff
Maidens come from near and far
To hear him strum on his guitar
It's gunsmoke tales of yesteryear
On the range under the stars

Keep them rifles comin', John
Make them barrels strong, you better stand back
Keep them rifles comin', John
Make them barrels strong, you better stand back
And in saloons you'll sing your song
Rifleman John

His iron was hard as diamond
And his bullets were chiseled low
He once sold to men in Carlisle
Who killed em by the dozen or so
You don't even know
Track Name: Crazy About Daisy
I'm crazy about Daisy
And I think she's crazy about me
I'm crazy about Daisy
And I think she's crazy about me
If my Daisy don't come a-knockin'
Oh how blue I will be

Well I called up my fair Daisy
And I met her in the town
Moved her body to a Cajun rhythm,
Put a bowl of gumbo down
Oh will I ever meet another like my sweet ol' Daisy fair?
Even if I do, well I don't care

Daisy said, "Hey, little boy red,
You're movin' awful fast
Why don't you take another shoot of booze,
We'll have ourselves a blast
And when the morning comes, we'll remember what we can
And I'll call you when I need myself a man

CHORUS

I had plans to meet my Daisy
Tomorrow evening in my car
But she showed up late this evening
While I played on my guitar
And when I walked on over, she had Guinness on her lips
And I knew she ain't seein' me just for kicks

She walks just likes minx,
Sings like Billie Holiday
My Daisy gonna be the death of me
If she throws my love away
And she's up there singin', up there dancin'
For all these guys to see
But when she's all done, she comes right on over to me

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