Mountain Home

by Owen Temple

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    Mountain Home, the sixth studio record from Austin, Texas-based songwriter Owen Temple, is a collection of ten songs about eccentric characters living extraordinary lives in small towns and on the fringes of big cities.

    The characters are all on edge- on the verge of freedom, catastrophe, and hope- and the songs cross over decades as well as county roads in the telling of strange happenings in a Texas of both past and present.

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Produced by Gabriel Rhodes
Recorded at Graceyland and Sunbird Studios, Austin, Texas

OWEN TEMPLE - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
CHARLIE SEXTON - Bass, Baritone Guitar
GABRIEL RHODES - Acoustic Guitar
RICK RICHARDS - Drums, Percussion
BRIAN STANDEFER - Cello
BUKKA ALLEN - Piano, Organ
ADAM CARROLL - Harmonica
TOMMY SPURLOCK - Pedal Steel Guitar
GORDY QUIST - Harmony Vocals
JAMIE WILSON - Harmony Vocals


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Portrait (Photo credit: Todd V. Wolfson)
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Album Cover Photo (photo credit: James Watkins)
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Mountain Home, the sixth studio record from Austin, Texas-based songwriter Owen Temple, is a collection of ten songs about eccentric characters living extraordinary lives in small towns and on the fringes of big cities.

The characters are all on edge- on the verge of freedom, catastrophe, and hope- and the songs tell of strange happenings in rural landscapes both past and present.

Recorded with producer Gabe Rhodes, the album has the feel of a live performance with stellar contributions from Charlie Sexton on bass and baritone guitar, Bukka Allen on keyboards, Tommy Spurlock on pedal steel, and drummer Rick Richards.

The project includes songs written by Temple and co-writes with Adam Carroll, Scott Nolan, and Gordy Quist (of the Band of Heathens). Temple’s love of folk, blues, and bluegrass shines through in the arrangements and the playing of his compadres.

“I love traditional music- old songs that cross time and space to tell you what the people cared about,” Temple says. “With my songs I'm trying to get down some of the stories of this place.”

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Cover photo by John Watkins. Used by permission. © Copyright 2008. All rights reserved. auburnwad@hotmail.com

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released 26 April 2011

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Track Name: Mountain Home
Mountain Home
(Owen Temple)

He’s going back to Mountain Home
Cedar trees and stone
Said he’s been gone too long
He’s going back to Mountain Home

Live oak and limestone and rivers when it rains
Big sky and cedar trees and cold clear springs
Every shade of blue, every shade of green
He’s had gray prison walls, he’s due a change
of scene

He’s going back to Mountain Home
Cedar trees and stone
Said he’s been gone too long
He’s going back to Mountain Home

That trouble at the ranch dragged down the family name But he says he got more than his share of the blame
He’s been locked up in Huntsville for twenty years or so The middle of nowhere is where he wants to go

He’s going back to Mountain Home
Cedar trees and stone
Said he’s been gone too long
He’s going back to Mountain Home

Flashing yellow light intersection in town
Tells travelers to take warning, but most folks don’t slow down
With the post office closed,
the wind’s the only sound
He’s headed home on a one way Greyhound

He’s going back to Mountain Home
Cedar trees and stone
Said he’s been gone too long
He’s going back to Mountain Home
To that hilltop all alone
He’s going back to Mountain Home
Track Name: Danger and Good Times
Danger and Good Times
(Owen Temple, Adam Carroll, Scott Nolan)

Slanted eyebrows looking over his glasses
Hand on a hip flicking cigarette ashes
Listening to music with self-employed stresses
Selling all them heaters at midnight in Texas

That ain’t no microphone pass me a hit
I’d just as soon not mess with it
Too fat to fly to stoned to stack BBs
Millions of records, thousands of CDs

Danger and good times
Ain’t too hard to find
So please show me a sign
Through danger and good times

I can do you one better than that, see how this band is so well known
But that first band he was in, was bad to the bone
I ain’t never heard about no farmer going down to the Bahamas
It’s a little thing- I like to call Karma

Danger and good times
All the way down the line
It’s a mighty thin line
Between danger and good times

Watch yourself out there- they’ll knock you down
Golden years? I’m gonna have fun right now
More messed up than a turned over tackle box
Check the phonebook- there’s only one Acox

Danger and good times
Ain’t too hard to find
Please show me a sign
Danger and good times
There’s danger and good times
All the way down the line
Please show me a sign
There’s danger and good times
Track Name: Fall in Love Every Night
Fall in Love Every Night
(Owen Temple)

Boots and rhinestones
Canadian tuxedoes
Honky tonk zeros
Neon lights
Rocky Mountain beer signs
Parking lot Thunderbird wine
Ten ‘til showtime
Dim the lights
Fall in love every night

Metal building stage sound
North Texas showdown
Feeling high and lowdown
Staying up all night
That kid’s gonna be a star
But he can’t find his car
He used his guitar
In a back room fight
He falls in love every night

Bouncing hot checks
Surviving car wrecks
Where you gonna sleep next
Hold on tight
Fall in love every night

Drinks his own snake oil
Mixed with Crown Royal
Crank in tin foil
Blacks and whites
Played cards with Freddie King
Lost everything
That he got to play and sing
But that’s all right
He falls in love every night

The clothes you slept in
You play the gig in
Don’t bother to tuck it in man
It looks all right
You fall in love every night
You fall in love every night
Fall in love every night
Track Name: Jacksboro Highway
Jacksboro Highway
(Owen Temple, Adam Carroll)

Tinsy Eggleston rode a car bomb to Kingdom Come
Elmer Holliday laid in a shallow grave, he had to go away
Locals speaking of the Ringside Pub and the Dueces Club Keep voices low, Little Chicago is Fort Worth you know

A five mile strip, the further you went the badder it’d get 7 nightclubs, 10 motor inns to get lost in Black book with cops’ names and dollar signs Every now and then one of them gets out of line
The Chief of Police and the DA are down Jacksboro Highway

Saw Sally Rand with an ostrich fan at a fireworks stand And the greasy spoon’s upstairs room was packed at noon
High stakes poker games and slot machines Downstairs there’s no one there, just empty chairs
Parking lot full to the break of day down Jacksboro highway

Chrome wheels of Oldsmobiles’ trunks are filled With contraband so please don’t tell Uncle Sam At the Tower Motel, they won’t tell what they sell
Word gets around, when a car explodes it shakes the ground
It’s funny how time slips away down Jacksboro Highway
Track Name: Old Sam
Old Sam
(Owen Temple, Adam Carroll)

Timber Ridge, Virginia is a mighty fine place
From that soil sprung a leader of the human race
He had eyes full of thunderstorms and hair like gold
He was seven feet tall when he was six years old- Old Sam, Big Sam

Down in Alabama in 1812
He and Andy Jackson raised all kind of hell
Got shot by an arrow but he had no fear
Hero was the job that he chose for his career- Old Sam, Big Sam

But Sam got tired of being the governor of Tennessee
So the Raven flew south to be a drunk Cherokee
He slapped a nasty Congressman right in the face
He said y’all go to hell, I’m gonna find a better place for Old Sam, Big Sam

He rambled on down to western Arkansas
Kicked around Oklahoma where he took up with a squaw In those days Texas was damn near Mexico
Old Sam decided next that was where he’s gonna go
Old Sam, Big Sam

That devil Santa Anna was a molester and a thief
Getting him throwed out a Texas was a mighty big relief After swatting Santa Anna like you would a pesky fly
He drank a river full of whiskey and ate a piece of pie
Old Sam, Big Sam

Sam told folks not to start a Civil War
But they told Sam just to go and find the door
He sired eight more kids on the Gulf Coast plain
They don’t bear the scars but they all bear the name of Old Sam, Big Sam

Sam Houston stood tall, he was true and tough That statue’s pretty big, but it ain’t big enough for Old Sam, for Big Sam Old Sam
Track Name: One Day Closer to Rain
Well’s drying up and the creek is gone
Dust is flying, cows are skin and bone
Drought like this could drive you from your home
But we’re one day closer to rain

Weatherman stands there waving his arms
But there’s no more bales of hay down in the barn
Corn crop’s dead on my old man’s farm
He said we’re one day closer to rain

My brother works at a bank in San Antonio
Said the Feds locked the doors two weeks ago
The numbers didn’t add up and their business was slow
One day closer to rain

Hurricane last summer from the Gulf of Mexico
Ran aground and dumped an ocean on San Angelo
It was flooding in the desert just a year ago
So we’re one day closer to rain

Won’t be water, be fire next time
But a forty day flood would suit me just fine
Be on the deck of an ark with a fishing line
If we’re one day closer to rain

Well’s drying up and the creek is gone
Dust is flying, cows are skin and bone
Drought like this could drive you from your home
But we’re one day closer to rain
One day closer to rain