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Makin' Good Time

by Lloyd Mark Sutton

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    An original eclectic blend of Americana-Folk with a dash of Jazz, Irish Folk, Swing, and Ragtime.

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Makin’ Good Time © 2018 By: Lloyd Mark Sutton I don't know where I'm going, But I'm makin’ good time. I’m chasing the sun in search of a rhyme No place to call home and I ain't got a dime But hey I'm makin’ good time. I left my home when I was quite young, Following dreams a looking for fun. Headed out west to join a band, Wound up in Lubbock my guitar in hand. I don't know where I'm going, But I'm makin’ good time. I’m chasing the sun in search of a rhyme No place to call home and I ain't got a dime But hey I'm makin’ good time. Up to New York, Old Sugar Hill, Driving Mules in a backwoods sawmill. Winter set in and south I did flee, Down to Atlanta my guitar and me. I don't know where I'm going, But I'm makin’ good time. I’m chasing the sun in search of a rhyme No place to call home and I ain't got a dime But hey I'm makin’ good time. I'm still drifting, blown by the wind, Down this road that I call my friend. I’ve traveled long and I've traveled far, Toting this knapsack and my old guitar. I don't know where I'm going, But I'm makin’ good time. I’m chasing the sun in search of a rhyme No place to call home and I ain't got a dime But hey I'm makin’ good time. Repeat
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Trim the Sails By: Lloyd Mark Sutton ©2005 Ocean winds taking us off with its blow Away from the thinker of life that was so Mystical sunrise over the sea Observes to witness life coming free Dream of illusion just melting away From life lived ragged, torn and frayed Losing the darkness that’s kept us insane The only thing real is all that remains Swirling patterns just bind us in time Keeping us spinning in a hurricane rhyme Fueled by old wounds from battles gone past Till we trim the sails and tie down the mast Reflecting world mirrors of false self form Its control has so long been feeding this storm Lost in the nightmare seas no way out Just drowning in pain, despair and doubt Swirling patterns just bind us in time Keeping us spinning in a hurricane rhyme Fueled by old wounds from battles gone past Till we trim the sails and tie down the mast Stars in the heavens the guides that stay Rough waters to safe harbors while full underway A journey not traveled by most come before Leads us back to the beginning, we’re home once more Swirling patterns just bind us in time Keeping us spinning in a hurricane rhyme Fueled by old wounds from battles gone past Till we trim the sails and tie down the mast
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Step by Step 02:32
Step by Step © 1987 By: Lloyd Mark Sutton Lost and lonely and confused Feeling empty and abused I sought out places I could hide From the, the person I become inside I couldn’t do this on my own Without your power I was all alone I couldn’t manage the smallest things Until you showed me step by step what to do I thought I was the only man That saw one set of prints in the sand But when I really started to see I found you had never left me. I couldn’t do this on my own Without your power I was all alone I couldn’t manage the smallest things Until you showed me step by step what to do Practice makes progress and success So don’t you settle for anything less Just try and take it one day at a time A whole new way of life you will find. I couldn’t do this on my own Without your power I was all alone I couldn’t manage the smallest things Until you showed me step by step what to do
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Madam Poteet 03:18
Madam Poteet ©2019 By: Lloyd Mark Sutton Way back in the speakeasy days Music was jazz and big bands played Dancers would sing and masquerade It was American made Bourbon Street was the raging seen Men came searching for a Cajun dream Madam Poteet filled the bill it seemed Or was it all a scheme Into the club walked Madam Poteet All of the men fell at her feet She was a real French Quarter treat But she was bittersweet She could take a man’s money and take his heart Then she would tear him all apart He was a goner from the start So he better be smart Then one day ole Pierre comes in He’s just a grinning and drinking gin He thought he was smarter than other men But guess what happened then Into the club walked Madam Poteet All of the men fell at her feet She was a real French Quarter treat But she was bittersweet Well old Pierre wanted her for his own Called her up on the telephone She answered with her sweetest tone Meet me at my club alone Into the club walked Madam Poteet All of the men fell at her feet She was a real French Quarter treat But she was bittersweet She took Pierre’s money and she took his heart And then she tore him all apart He was a goner from the start He wasn’t very smart So if you down on Bourbon Street You best steer clear of Madam Poteet She ain't the one you want to meet Cause she is bittersweet Into the club walked Madam Poteet All of the men fell at her feet She was a real French Quarter treat But she was bittersweet
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Shadows In My Dreams © 2019 By: Lloyd Mark Sutton In my dreams by the sea On golden sands Just you and me Walking hand in hand Shadows in my dreams Are silhouettes of you and me It’s all so real it seems The hopes of what could be In my dreams painted skies Sun setting low I can hear your sighs As the feelings grow Shadows in my dreams Are silhouettes of you and me It’s all so real it seems The hopes of what could be In my dreams candlelight Reflecting in your eyes Late summer’s night Moon on the rise In my dreams French café I won’t be afraid Of what you might say To my proposal made Shadows in my dreams Are silhouettes of you and me It’s all so real it seems The hopes of what could be In my dreams you’re my wife Times flying by While we're living life Just you and I Shadows in my dreams Are silhouettes of you and me It’s all so real it seems The hopes of what could be In my dreams
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Deep Underground © 2018 By: Lloyd Mark Sutton Winding trails down by the river, Smell of a cook’s smoke deep in the woods. Distant train tracks are a clickety-clacking, I want to go home if only I could. For many odd years I’ve been a running, From all of the things they say I have done. I’m lonely and tired no shoulder to lean on, If someone’s to blame I’d be the one. Full moon a rising over the tree tops, Ghostly song of a lone hoot owl. Silent streak of a falling star a falling, I want to go home but I don’t know how. Morning comes the trackers a tracking, Ahead of the first sign of daylight. Hounds a hunting a scent to follow, Got a keep moving, got a stay out of sight. Another day gone and I'm still a standing, Hold up tonight in an old hobo camp. On and on this path has no ending, I want to go home but I know that I can't. One day my life will finally be over, They'll carry me off and lay me down. Will anyone know the truth of my story? When all that’s left is deep underground.
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Hey Honey Baby ©2019 By: Lloyd Mark Sutton Hey honey baby, what’s your name You’re really driving me insane Ever since I saw you I've never been the same You’re so cute with them big green eyes And that short skirt that shows those thighs Hey honey baby forget those other guys After searching all my life For the perfect little wife Now I know that you're the one Come on honey baby let’s have some fun You can wind me up and toss me on the ground Twirl me like a top all over town Hey honey baby I’ll never let you down You can roll me out and roll me in I’m your yo-yo, take me for a spin Come on honey baby let’s do it all over again After searching all my life For the perfect little wife Now I know that you're the one Come on honey baby let’s have some fun I’m just a prisoner under your spell The things you do to me I will never tell Hey honey baby can you hear those wedding bells Twenty years have come and went It’s all that time has been well spent Hey honey baby you must be heaven sent After searching all my life For the perfect little wife Now I know that you're the one Come on honey baby let’s have some fun
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Voice of the Sea ©1991 By: Lloyd Mark Sutton Saltwater breeze it blows your hair on me As we go walking down by the sea Waves pound the sand I reach out for your hand As we go walking down by the sea The voice of the sea she calls to me Beckons me day and night Just like the sea I call to you I want you to share my life Clouds in the sky reflecting in your eyes As we go walking down by the sea Sun breaking through now it’s just me and you As we go walking down by the sea The voice of the sea she calls to me Beckons me day and night Just like the sea I call to you I want you to share my life Mist in the air caresses your skin so fair As we go walking down by the sea Vapors and spray a wonder what you’ll say As we go walking down by the sea The voice of the sea she calls to me Beckons me day and night Just like the sea I call to you I want you to share my life
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Rolling Down the Track ©2019 By: Lloyd Mark Sutton Sitting in Dallas waiting on a train We played the Palace, that place is strange Heading up to Wichita Falls for a little break I got to see my baby for goodness sake Jjust want to hear the clickety clack Of the train rolling down the track Just want to hear the clickety clack Of the train rolling down the track I get home she ain’t there Well I’m all alone I do declare I should have called or dropped her a line Guess I’ve really done it this time Just want to hear the tappity tap Of her high heels coming back Just want to hear the tappity tap Of her high heels coming back I head to Toodles for a little drink But I had oodles till I couldn’t think They called the law I don’t know why But when I hit the door they blackened my eye Then I felt the whackety whack Of a night stick on my back Then I felt the whackety whack Of a night stick on my back The morning sun shinning in my cell What I have I done they won’t tell Judge says guilty and I say what for He slams his gavel says don’t say no more Son, I don’t want to hear the yackety yack Of you talking back No, don’t want to hear the yackety yack Of you talking back Then Dave arrives he pays my fine I get out barley alive in the nick of time Head to the station we’re off again Going to play music with our friends Just want to hear the clickety clack Of the train rolling down the track Just want to hear the clickety clack Of the train rolling down the track

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Lloyd Mark Sutton is a songwriter from Wichita Falls, Texas. Sutton started writing in the early 80s and continues today with an original blend of eclectic Acoustic-Americana-Jazzy-Folk-Rock sounds that tell a story, make you feel good, and carry you away. The title song to his debut album is "Makin' Good Time", which is based on the year he thumbed the USA in 1972 after he had turned 17. He hitchhiked from Wichita Falls to Lubbock, New York, and Atlanta in a year with guitar in hand all the way.

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released October 15, 2020

Lloyd Mark Sutton - Vocals and Acoustic Guitar
David Holcomb - Fiddle & Acoustic Guitar
Jason Brown - Acoustic Guitar
Kelly Kintner - Recording & Engineering
Lance Turner - Mixing & Mastering
Dustin Fike - Photography & Graphic Design

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Lloyd Mark Sutton is a songwriter from Wichita Falls, Texas. Sutton started writing in the early 80s and continues today with an original blend of eclectic acoustic-Americana-Jazzy-Folk-Rock sounds that tell a story, make you feel good, and carry you away ... more

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