All The Real Girls

Produced, Engineered & Mixed by John Goodmanson Recorded at Robert Lang Studios, Shoreline, WA Mastered by Rick Fisher at RFI Mastering, Seattle, WA Written by Peter Donovan Performed by All The Real Girls Eric Corson - Bass Peter Donovan - Vocals, Guitar Shelby Earl - Vocals Amy Elhoff - Vocals Steve Fisk - Keyboards Jacob Hoffman - Vocals Eric Howk - Guitar Jason McGerr - Drums, Percussion Jim Roth - Guitar Album Artwork by Eshom Nelms "Elk City" Verse One You caught the first train that left today You were up all night when you thought to pray The Lord, he had himself something nice to say As the bricks and mortars dissolved away Verse Two He told you, "Darling, head down the coast. Don't you be remembered. Don't stop to boast. And I'll meet you soon with the Holy Ghost He'll pour the whiskey and lead the toast." Pre-Chorus If you're lost, get down on your knees again Because he'll always remind you just where you've been Chorus Lace up your dresses and braid your hair The band is tuning up downstairs Bow your fiddle and beat your drum We're mighty blessed that you chose to come But the night... The night's just begun Verse Three You took the silverware off the shelves And you set the table for the other twelve They asked you to just look inside yourself They were so convinced you were someone else Pre-Chorus These are your oldest friends They'll always remind you just where you've been Bridge I came all the way from Elk City They said you were so proud and pretty I traveled the whole night through Just to see if those crazy stories were true That's when I prayed to him Because he always reminds me just where I've been Last Chorus Leave your privilege and leave your pride Save all that for some other time Now you just need to realize What it is that you mean tonight

Produced & Mixed by John Goodmanson Recorded at Robert Lang Studios, Shoreline, WA Mastered by Rick Fisher at RFI Mastering, Seattle, WA Written by Peter Donovan Eric Corson - Bass Peter Donovan - Vocals, Guitar Shelby Earl - Vocals Steve Fisk - Keyboards Erik Howk - Guitar Jason McGerr - Drums, Percussion Jim Roth - Guitar

Produced & Mixed by John Goodmanson Recorded at Robert Lang Studios, Shoreline, WA Mastered by Rick Fisher at RFI Mastering, Seattle, WA Written by Peter Donovan Eric Corson - Bass Peter Donovan - Vocals, Guitar Shelby Earl - Vocals Steve Fisk - Keyboards Erik Howk - Guitar Jason McGerr - Drums, Percussion Jim Roth - Guitar

Produced & Mixed by John Goodmanson Recorded at Robert Lang Studios, Shoreline, WA Mastered by Rick Fisher at RFI Mastering, Seattle, WA Written by Peter Donovan Eric Corson - Bass Peter Donovan - Vocals, Guitar Shelby Earl - Vocals Steve Fisk - Keyboards Erik Howk - Guitar Jason McGerr - Drums, Percussion Jim Roth - Guitar

Produced & Mixed by John Goodmanson Recorded at Robert Lang Studios, Shoreline, WA Mastered by Rick Fisher at RFI Mastering, Seattle, WA Written by Peter Donovan Performed by All The Real Girls Eric Corson - Bass Peter Donovan - Vocals, Guitar Shelby Earl - Vocals Steve Fisk - Keyboards Eric Howk - Guitar Jason McGerr - Drums, Percussion Jim Roth - Guitar

Those Shoes She Liked To Wear by All The Real Girls

Produced & Mixed by John Goodmanson Recorded at Robert Lang Studios, Shoreline, WA Mastered by Rick Fisher at RFI Mastering, Seattle, WA Written by Peter Donovan Eric Corson - Bass Peter Donovan - Vocals, Guitar Shelby Earl - Vocals Steve Fisk - Keyboards Erik Howk - Guitar Jason McGerr - Drums, Percussion Jim Roth - Guitar

Produced & Mixed by John Goodmanson Recorded at Robert Lang Studios, Shoreline, WA Mastered by Rick Fisher at RFI Mastering, Seattle, WA Written by Peter Donovan Eric Corson - Bass Peter Donovan - Vocals, Guitar Shelby Earl - Vocals Steve Fisk - Keyboards Erik Howk - Guitar Jason McGerr - Drums, Percussion Jim Roth - Guitar

Produced & Mixed by John Goodmanson Recorded at Robert Lang Studios, Shoreline, WA Mastered by Rick Fisher at RFI Mastering, Seattle, WA Written by Peter Donovan Eric Corson - Bass Peter Donovan - Vocals, Guitar Shelby Earl - Vocals Steve Fisk - Keyboards Erik Howk - Guitar Jason McGerr - Drums, Percussion Jim Roth - Guitar

That Kind Of Night by All The Real Girls

Produced & Mixed by John Goodmanson Recorded at Robert Lang Studios, Shoreline, WA Mastered by Rick Fisher at RFI Mastering, Seattle, WA Written by Peter Donovan Performed by All The Real Girls Eric Corson - Bass Peter Donovan - Vocals, Guitar Shelby Earl - Vocals Steve Fisk - Keyboards Eric Howk - Guitar Jason McGerr - Drums, Percussion Jim Roth - Guitar "Lizzie" Verse One If I could take it back I would I'd take it back for good I never would of left you all alone I didn't come to fight It's too late besides You look so happy on your own Chorus Liz I tried to find The peace of mind I'd lost so many years ago You could always see Right through me I tried to fool you the best I know Oh Lizzie, why the hell did I let you go? Verse Two You begged us not to stay But we sat there anyway We held your head and heart there like a queen And when you shut your mouth to speak I could hear it between your teeth I realized then all the miracles you'd seen Bridge I don't wanna talk, because I don't want to lie I just wanna be right by your side tonight

Produced & Mixed by John Goodmanson Recorded at Robert Lang Studios, Shoreline, WA Mastered by Rick Fisher at RFI Mastering, Seattle, WA Written by Peter Donovan Performed by All The Real Girls Eric Corson - Bass Peter Donovan - Vocals, Guitar Shelby Earl - Vocals Steve Fisk - Keyboards Erik Howk - Guitar Jason McGerr - Drums, Percussion Jim Roth - Guitar "Las Cruces" Verse One It always seemed like such a long time ago But I remember her well when the horizon stands in tow I was careless and hopeful like a prospector town She was fleeting and vibrant like a young girl's summer gown Chorus As I lay my head down, on this cheap motel bed Visions of Josephine are dancing in my head I pray to you, oh Lord, won't you climb down from your cross And shepherd your chosen, shepherd your flock Verse Two She came like a thief with a basket full of thorns Her eyes were fanatic and her finger nails so worn She coveted everything I showed her that was bright I said, "You take what you want, but you just gotta stay the night." Bridge It was really anybody's guess What we'd find there in Las Cruces Verse Three In the morning I couldn't remember my own name And she was guessing apostles like it was some kind of game I told her, "Go on now and take what is yours, There's oil paintings, gold teeth and myrrh."