Up To My Neck In It

by Mason Reed

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released 02 April 2013

Mason Reed
Up To My Neck In It

Produced and Recorded by Stuart Mathis
@ Indian Cricket Studios Brentwood, TN

Players:
Stuart Mathis: Guitars, Vocals, Pedal Steel, Banjo, Violin, Mandolin, Drums, Percussion
John Oates: Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
Michael Webb: Hammond B3, Accordion, Piano
James Haggerty: Bass
Mason Reed: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Percussion, Wurlitzer Piano, Organ, Harmonica

Additional Players:
Fred Eltringham: Drums on "Hard Living"
Trey Grey: Drums on "In The Moment"
Rick Schell: Congas on "In The Moment"

Tracking engineer Steve Bishir
Mixed By Mike Kyle
Mastered by Stuart Brantley @ Rodeo Punk Music


All songs written by Mason Reed
Except "Up To My Neck In It" Written By Mason Reed and D Henry Fenton

Album Art By Mo Valdez at Lastleaf
Cover Photography By Kim Mathews Jameson

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Track Name: Thrill A Minute
Thrill A Minute
Words and Music by Mason Reed

You broke my heart on Thursday babe
By Friday I was out on the town
I drove by your place on Saturday
Was sad to see you creeping around
Early Sunday morning knocking walking in
You’re sleeping in my bed
You smell like booze and cigarettes
And sex and sweat and suicide lead

You’re gonna lose me honey
You’re gonna lose me quick
You’re gonna lose me honey
You’re just a thrill a minute

Well it’s up, down, up, down
Roller coaster mood swings
I run a thousand miles an hour
Just to please the queen of everything

Up, down, up, down
Roller coaster mood swings
When you don’t get your way
I know you hate to make a scene

You’re gonna lose me honey
You’re gonna lose me quick
You’re gonna lose me honey
You’re just a thrill a minute

Well it’s bye bye baby
It was fun while it was
But now your loving ain’t no good for me

And it’s bye bye babe
I can’t beleive the way you behave
You made a mess you passed the blame to me
Can’t you see, honey I’m going to leave

You’re gonna lose me honey
You’re gonna lose me quick
You’re gonna lose me honey
You’re just a thrill a minute
Track Name: Hard Living
Hard Living
Words and Music by Mason Reed

Well its hard living, hard luck
hard getting back on the truck
three days home and I’m back on the road

It’s hard giving a flying fuck
Get driving, stay driven
Get stoned get drunk
Get home to find your baby’s little note

She wrote I got married I moved to Tennessee
With a looker who can cook and a drawl and he’s all mad about me
Don’t worry babe I’ll still sing your songs
About all them women who’ve done you wrong
And I hope I have been, the least bit inspiring

Well its hard living, hard luck
hard getting back on the truck
three days home and I’m back on the road

It’s hard giving a flying fuck
Get driving, stay driven
Get stoned get drunk
Get home to find your baby’s little note

Page two

Well I know you said you’d wait for me
But it’s been weeks and weeks and weeks
and weeks and weeks and a woman like me has got needs

so I went on a couple dates
When he asked I didn’t hesitate
Cause a man like you has got needs in every state
Oh my goodness!

Well its hard living, hard luck
hard getting back on the truck
three days home and I’m back on the road

It’s hard giving a flying fuck
Get driving, stay driven
Get stoned get drunk
Get home to find your baby’s little note

Some day
I’m going to get my way
I’m going to see for real
Everything that I’ve dreamed

And it’s all happening
Yeah it’s all happening

With or without you babe

Well its hard living, hard luck
hard getting back on the truck
three days home and I’m back on the road

It’s hard giving a flying fuck
Get driving, stay driven
Get stoned get drunk
Get home to find your baby’s little note