The Gamecock Album

by Patrick Davis

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The University of South Carolina Athletic Department & accomplished Nashville singer songwriter & Gamecock Alumni Patrick Davis team up for "The Gamecock Album" featuring 5 South Carolina oriented tunes along with seven of Patrick's more popular solo works.

"The Gamecock Album" includes a sure to be Gamecock fan favorite in the gospel tinged "We Ain't Far" which features a sing along between Davis & his Gamecock brothers Darius Rucker & Edwin McCain.

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released 23 August 2013

See "Bonus Items" for list of studios, musicians, songwriters, etc.

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Track Name: Just a Big Ole Gamecock
Well… I barely slept a wink last night
Cause I could hardly wait…
To wake up this morning on game day
So as soon as I heard that rooster crow I set off on the road
Straight down 1-20 to the capitol city
Where the pretty Carolina girls go….

Cause I’ve heard all the stories of the great George Rogers
& how back in 1980 he made the whole nation holler
& I’ve seen that photograph of young Steve Taneyhill
Up in old death valley signing his name on the field
Yeah & I love to hear 2001 & feel Williams Brice rock…
Oh what else can I say
I’m just a Big Gamecock…

Well you know I come from a long line of cocks just like me.
Who never stop believing despite our history
Cause though we’ve had heartbreak & oh so many tears
I know one day I won’t have to say
Wait until next year…

Cause I’ve hear all the stories of 1984
& how if we’d just beat Navy we’d won it all for sure
& I’ve cheered for Todd Ellis, Duce Staley & Lou Holtz
& even at 0 & 11 I never gave up hope
Yes & I hate those Georgia Bulldogs,
Florida Gators & Rocky Top
Oh what else can I say
I’m just a Big Gamecock

Yes & when I die I have just one request
So if you could would you promise me this

Put a keg on my coffin inside the state fair grounds
Serve chicken & biscuits with all the fixins’
Gather everyone around
Have the ole’ ball coach say some words in his golf shirt & his visor
& then send the boys off to destroy them Damned Old Clemson Tigers…

Cause I’ve heard all the stories of the great George Rogers
& how back in 1980 he made the whole nation holler
& I’ve seen that photograph of young Steve Taneyhill
Up in old death valley signing his name on the field
Yeah & I love to hear 2001 & feel Williams Brice rock…
Yeah what else can I say…
Until my dying day…
I’ll be a South Carolina Gamecock…
Track Name: We Ain't Far (feat. Darius Rucker & Edwin McCain)
Yeah we used to be lost…
& down hearted…
Scared & beaten…
Before we even got started…
It took some time… but a change has come…
& now those long dark days are gone…

& I sing Hallelujah… I do believe it’s happenning…
We’re almost to the top of the mountain…
Yes so brothers & sisters… lift your voices… clap your hands…
Cause we ain’t far from the Promise Land…

Yes for way too long…
All the seasons were cold…
No matter how we prayed…
Nothing would grow…
But we never gave up…
Never stopped believin’…
That someday someway somehow we’d be singin’….

CHORUS

Some folks swore… we’d never climb this high…
But the best things in life… they take a little time…
& now that we have finally made it here…
I think we’re bound to stay for years & years…

CHORUS w/ Outro
Track Name: My Carolina
She’s cathedral bells ringin’ down cobblestone Charleston streets…
She’s the morning sun risin’ on the horse shoe at USC…
She’s moonlight on black water…
A John Deere down a Greer farm road…
Movin’ nice and slow…

No there ain’t nothin’ like her…
She’s a Southern one of a kind…
Even in my dreams I still find her…
She’s like an old friend waitin’ when I close my eyes…
& How lucky I am…
To call her mine…
No you’ll never find…
My Carolina…
My Carolina…

She’s lake Hartwell in September with the leaves all a glow…
She’s the Spanish moss hanging from a Beaufort county oak….
She’s a horse race in Camden…
Myrtle Beach 1st week…
Teenage memories…

CHORUS

And no matter how far I roam…
Or how long I’m gone…
She’s always home…

CHORUS w/ OUTRO
Track Name: Game Day Carolina Girls
They come from the city,
they come from the hollar…
From double wides and million dollar…
Homes filled with all the finer things…
Like antique crystal & sweet ice tea…

They drive pick up trucks
& shiny black beamers…
Every girl that ain’t them justa wants to be em’…
From the way they shag…
To the way they walk…
To the sweet lil’ twang every time they talk…

Those Carolina Born & Bred…
Brunettes, Blondes & Red Heads
Wearin’ cut off jeans…
Cowgirl boots…
Little black sundresses…
High heel shoes…
Heartbreakers
Every single one…
But falling in love with them sure is fun…
Cause there ain’t nothin’ finer in the world
Than those Game Day Carolina girls…

Their mama taught em how to act like a lady…
And still drive all the boys crazy…
With a smile, wave, wink or a laugh….
That’ll turn your head and bring ya right back…
They were raised on Hootie, Skynyrd & Dre…
They love grits, Jesus, the USA…
Wild & free… worth the risk…
Change your life with just one kiss…

CHORUS

Go around the block…
Go around the world…
Won’t ever find nothin’ like these girls…
Under the sun…
Under the lights…
Fall Saturdays at Williams Brice…
Track Name: Wingo & His Yard Cocks
I hear it’s 1200 miles from Columbia to Omaha…
But I think that might be wrong…
Cause ever since last year…
When the Gamecocks play there…
It sure feels like home…

It started with Jackie Bradley, Jr…
Down to his last strike before roping a single straight into right…
& then we beat Clemson twice when once wasn’t enough…
& them boys from California… well they just weren’t as tough…

As… Wingo Wingo & his Yard Cocks….
From Walker to Mooney…
They can’t be stopped…
There’s Roth & there’s Holmes
& ole’ Matty Price…
Yeah when he Comes in the game… just turn out the lights…
So thank you Coach Tanner for building us a winner…
It sure feels good at the top…
So how about another…
For our boys of summer…
Wingo & his Yard Cocks…

Well nobody thought that we’d be back…
But we sure showed em’ all…
That down in Carolina… the real Carolina…
We know how to play a little ball…

We spotted A & M 4 1st inning runs…
Just so we could come back in the 9th and beat em by one…
& those Virginia Cavaliers well they gave us their best…
But we sent home crying just like all the rest…

CHORUS

Well I’ve always been haters…
Of those Florida Gators…
So the taste is a little extra sweet..
When the team we’re taken down…
For the glory & the crown…
Is our rival… our hated rival… from the SEC East…
Track Name: Numbers
I’m doin’ 72 in a 65 on 1-24 in a 4 wheel drive…
Got a 10 O’clock on 18th Avenue…
And there’s a 30 percent chance of rain all week
& the high today’s gonna be 83…
They’re playin’ highway 101 on 102.5…
An 18 wheeler by my side…

Numbers… all around… flyin’ by… up and down…
Some as slow as Christmas coming… some like the speed of sound…
And we all wonder… what they mean… the highs the lows… the in betweens…
Why most of them mean absolutely nothing…
But some of them mean everything…

I met her at 9:15 on my buddy’s back porch…
Shooting bottle rockets on July 4th….
We were both 19 and she was a perfect 10….
Yes and 3 years later neath a million stars…
In my f-150 on her granddad’s farm…
I slipped a half carrot diamond on the 3rd finger of her left hand….
And asked to be her one and only man…

CHORUS

Well John 3:16… the fab four…
The 50 yard line… the 13th floor…
9/11… the dirty dozen…
And we’re all waiting on the 2nd coming….

CHORUS
Track Name: Lucky
I hope you get to be on a TV game show

And win a million dollars ’cause that’s lucky

And I hope a playmate appears with a shot and a beer

Every time you holler ’cause that’s lucky
And I hope you get to live in a big old crib

In some fancy neighborhood ’cause that’s lucky

And you never have to fight for an invite

To the coolest parties out in Hollywood, oh that’s lucky

But if you are just a regular guy

Living beneath this red, white and big blue sky

With your job, your car, your family, your friends

The love of a girl that you know will never end

Then you’ve already got it made every single day

Yeah, you know what it’s like to be Lucky

Well, I hope you get the chance for a paparazzi romance

With a supermodel ’cause, yeah man that’s lucky

And I hope you’re getting chased first place full throttle

In a NASCAR race, oh that’s lucky

But if you are just a regular guy

Living beneath this red, white and big blue sky

With your job, your car, your family, your friends

The love of a girl that you know will never end

Then you’ve already got it made every single day

Yeah, you know what it’s like to be Lucky
Track Name: Summer in the South
She’s sleepin’ in the back porch hammock in her white sun dress…
Yeah Just watchin’ her sleepin’… Lord it… steals my breathe…
5 foot 5 with dark brown eyes… and a smile you can’t ignore…
She thinks she’s just Ginny from Virginia but she’s so much more….

To me she’s a Sunday sermon… makes me wanta be a better man…
Sets me free like a truck tire turnin’ down a dirt road in Alabam…
And yes she moves like the breeze through the cotton with the hot sun beatin’ down…
And when she lays her kiss on my mouth
It’s like summer in the south….

I remember the night we met… neath’ that July moon…
We were watchin’ the fireworks… and feelin’ em’ too…
I thought I had all I could ever want… all I could need and nothing more…
But I soon found she was everything I didn’t know I was lookin’ for

To me she’s a Sunday sermon… makes me want to be a better man…
Sets me free like a truck tire turnin’ down a dirt road in Alabam…
And she moves like the breeze through the cotton with the hot sun beatin’ down…
And when she lays her kiss on my mouth
It’s like summer in the south….

SOLO

To me she’s a Sunday sermon… makes me want to be a better man…
Sets me free like a truck tire turnin’ down a dirt road in Alabam…
And she moves like the breeze through the cotton with the hot sun beatin’ down…
And when she lays her kiss on my mouth
Even when the snow is falling down...
It’s like summer in the south….
Track Name: Can't Stop Rolling
Lyrics to come...
Track Name: So Sweet
I used to set my life on cruise control
Days just rolling on
Thought I was doing alright alone
Then I saw your smile
Then you looked my way & a everything changed… and I…

Don’t know… how I… got by…
How I… survived life
Living without you
I know now what I was missing…
Cause I wanted to kiss you since the day that I found you
Now everything makes since to me…
Yeah I never knew that love could be so sweet….

Your love has taken me to a place…
A place I want to be…
Get’s better every breath I breathe…
You let your loving ways… fall on me like rain…
Yeah every day…

CHORUS

Every time we touch…
Every time we talk…
Every time I look in your eyes I see how lucky I am…

CHORUS
Track Name: Dixie Lullaby
My father had skin like leather… hands like steel…
from a lifetime spent in a cotton field
…
And though he’d come home tired and dirty almost every night

He found the strength to smile at me and hold my mama tight

While that old transistor radio would play the Opry out in the hall

I’d sit and watch their shadows glide across the wall

And they’d dance to a Dixie Lullaby

A picture of love beneath a southern sky

Oh my what a beautiful life

Just like a Dixie Lullaby

Well I left home at 18 in a hand me down Chevrolet

Packed with my mamas cookin’ and my old man’s stubborn ways

It was college, work, love and then the babies came

The eldest boy got his grand daddy’s name

And in the early morning hours when my children could not sleep

I’d rock them in my arms to a gentle beat

And sing them a Dixie Lullaby

Hush baby don’t you start to cry

Oh my what a beautiful life

Yeah it’s a Dixie Lullaby

My father was a mountain of a man

That was the description I gave

The morning that we laid him in his grave

There with my mama by his side, I said my last goodbye

To a man I thought would never die

And as I stood there in that field of amazing grace

Oh how the tears they ran down my face

As I sang him a Dixie Lullaby

We’ll meet again, by and by

Oh my what a beautiful life

Yes it’s a Dixie Lullaby
Oh my what a beautiful life

It’s just like a Dixie Lullaby
Track Name: Where I'm From
On a 3 hour flight from Memphis to LA
I was silently celebrating my first class upgrade
Laughing at my jeans and my boots beside those high dollar shoes and armani suits
When the gentleman next to me said the drinks up here are free
So if you'd like the first one can be on me
He said I'm heading back from business, in New York and Rome
Tell me son where do you call home

I said I'm from the front pew of a wooden white church
A courthouse clock that still dont work
Where a man's word means everything
Where moms and dads were high school flames and
Gave their children Grandmother's maiden name
Yes, it may not sound like much
But its Where I'm From

So we Drank that round and then another
There wasnt a topic in this world we did not cover
He said I headed out west when I was barely 19
Just a kid chasing my dreams
And I said I'm flying out here to pick up my big brother
He's been fighting the cancer they discovered
But he called last night and said I think this is the end
So come take me home to my family and my friends

Where the quarterback dates the homecoming queen
The trucks a ford and the tractor's green
And amazing grace is what we sing
Where theres a county fair every fall
And your friends are there no matter when you call
It may not sound like much but its Where I'm From

And as we stood to claim the bags we'd checked
He said I'll pray for your brother and did I mention that
Italian suits havent always been my style
See I was the quarter back on my high school team
We took state back in 63 and my wife well she's still my homecoming queen

Cuz I'm from the front pew of a wooden white church
A courthouse clock that still dont work
Where a man's word means everything
Where moms and dads were high school flames
Gave their children Grandmother's maiden name
Yes, it may not sound like much
I said it may not sound like much
But its Where I'm From