You'll Know

You'll Know

© 2013 Chelsey Sears 

Go ahead, wear your freedom with a smile
It's what you wanted all along
Yeah I bet you're on cloud nine
Now that I'm good and gone
But somewhere a memory
Will refuse to fade
And it gonna hit you head on
Like a freight train

An old greeting card
A drink at the bar
Our song on the radio
Yeah an old friend
Will ask how I've been
And it's gonna rock your soul
That's when you'll know

Someday, something, will haunt you
And take you back
In a split second, you'll be missin'
What we had
And you'll know she'll never love you
Quite like I did
Yeah regret will crush you
Like a ton of bricks

A slow dance
A long blonde strand
Of my hair on your pillow
A starlit sky
An endless drive
Down a dark stretch of road
That's when you'll know

Yeah some cold winter night
You'll be layin' all alone
And you'll be so tempted
To pick up your phone
Ask me to come home
That's when you'll know

My fav'rite guitar
That half inch scar
I left on your little toe
A ticket stub
You'll wonder what was
On your mind when you let me go
That's when you'll know

Harder Tomorrow

 Harder Tomorrow

© 2013 Chelsey Sears 

Ev'ry now and then, she sets her ring on the dresser

Never thought it'd be so easy, for him to forget her

She'd love nothing more, than to pack all his things

But she can't seem to throw away the memories

She'll try a little harder tomorrow

As it all comes crashing down

She'd love to pick up the pieces

But it's too late now

So she'll find her strength

In a whiskey bottle

And tell the woman in the mirror

"I'll try a little harder tomorrow"

It gets to the point, where she just leaves it on the pillow

While ev'rything inside her screams "it's time to let go"

Just when she thinks that it's all behind her

That gold band serves as a reminder

She'll try a little harder tomorrow

As it all comes crashing down

She'd love to pick up the pieces

But it's too late now

So she'll find her strength

In a whiskey bottle

And tell the woman in the mirror

"I'll try a little harder tomorrow"

She'll catch her breath, and wipe her eyes

As she hears his car pull in the drive

And do her best to pretend

That she doesn't smell the perfume as he crawls into bed

She'll try a little harder tomorrow

To stand her ground

She'd love to pick up the pieces

But it's too late now

She'll no longer drown her pain

In a whiskey bottle

Yeah the woman in the mirror

Will try a little harder tomorrow

She'll try a little harder tomorrow

The Blog is Back!!

You read right! The Just Keep Writing frenzy has returned. Well, it's not much of a frenzy, but it has officially returned. I know I really let this blog (and myself) down over the past few years about I am ready to hit the ground running.

I wrote this song a little over a year ago when the "life's about bonfire's, tailgates, and country girls" wave seemed to really hit. I decided to jump on the bandwagon with this little tune. I hung onto it for a while while various people listened to it to see if it got any bites. It even got me on NSAI's "ones to watch" list. The reason that I love this one so much (other than the fact that it's dirty) is because it's one of the few fun songs I've written. Usually I write either super angry or super depressing songs, so this was a breath of fresh air. Hopefully I can write a couple more like this!

Have a listen on my Reverbnation widget!

Southern Style
© 2012 Chelsey Sears

I like to do it in the dirt on a Friday night

At the end of a gravel road

So won’t you pick me up and drive me down

Through a honeysuckle grove

With a cooler of miller light, tucked in the bed

If you’re lookin’ for a piece of heaven, it’s ‘bout as close as you can get

It’s half a dozen pickup trucks parked ‘round a ten foot flame

And twice as many country girls barefoot in the clay

Don’t be surprised if things get a little wild

‘Cause ‘round here when we party, we do it southern style

keep a fishin’ pole and tackle box

Behind the seat

In case we decide to take it

Down to the creek

If you’re really lucky and the fish refuse to bite

Us girls will hit the water, it’s just a matter of time

It’s half a dozen pickup trucks parked ‘round a ten foot flame

And twice as many country girls barefoot in the clay

Don’t be surprised if things get a little wild

‘Cause ‘round here when we party, we do it southern style

We do it in the backwoods, do it on the farm

Do it clear up ‘til the crack of dawn

It’s not just a rowdy night, it’s a way of life

It’s half a dozen pickup trucks parked ‘round a ten foot flame

And twice as many country girls barefoot in the clay

Don’t be surprised if things get a little wild

‘Cause ‘round here when we party

It’s half a dozen pickup trucks parked ‘round a ten foot flame

And twice as many country girls barefoot in the clay

Don’t be surprised if things get a little wild

‘Cause ‘round here when we party, we do it southern style