Eric Church

Mr. Misunderstood

Mr. Misunderstood

Released November 4, 2015

  1. Mr. Misunderstood

    Written by Eric Church and Casey Beathard

    Hey to the weird kid in your high top shoes
    Sitting in the back of the class I was just like you
    Always left out, never fit in
    Owning that path you’re walkin’ in
    Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood

    All your buddies get their rocks off on Top 40 radio
    But you love your daddy’s vinyl and old time rock n roll
    Elvis Costello & Ray Waylie Hubbard
    And think Jeff Tweedy is one bad mother
    Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood

    One day you’ll lead the charge
    You’ll lead the band
    Guitar hero with lightening hands
    The girls’ll like your tattoos and the veins in your arms
    They’ll be helpless to your musical charms
    Yeah they’ll all hold up their hands
    They’ll all wanna dance
    With Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood

    First time I met Alabama Hannah
    I was skinny as a rail
    Red hair tied up in a blue bandana
    She was hotter than the devil’s hell
    She turned me onto back porch pickers
    Jackson, Pollack and gin
    Her daddy didn’t trust my intentions
    So he turned to his daddy’s old 410
    Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood

    Had an axe to grind so off I went
    Mad at the sun for coming up again
    I lost religion and found my soul in the blues
    Rubbed the velvet off my blue suede shoes
    And everybody held up their hands
    And every soul on Beale Street danced
    With Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood

    So I went with it like a colt on my Plymouth
    Through the glass behind my rear-view
    Took a left when the world went right down 16th Avenue
    Played with fire and I played on ledges
    Every circus stage and county fair
    They tried to file my points and sand my edges
    And I just grew out my hair
    Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood

    They’re standing in lines chasing the buzz
    Till the next big things and already was
    Hell if they know what they’re tryin’ to find
    If it ain’t that same old been done kind
    Yeah gives the head scratchers fits
    Wondering how in they hell they missed
    Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood

    Hey there weird kid in your high top shoes
    Sitting in the back of the class I was just like you
    Mr. Misunderstood, I understand
    Mr. Misunderstood, I understand
    Mr. Misunderstood, I understand
    Na na na na na na…
  2. Mistress Named Music

    Written by Eric Church and Casey Beathard

    I still remember Miss Bessie singing
    Black wrinkled fingers on ivory keys
    Just 5 years old my church shoes a dangling
    Yeah she’s long gone and I’m still chasing this song

            With a guitar full of freedom
            And a head full of lines
            That nightlife full of demons
            Has been a hell of a ride
            I got a crazy heart
            But I was born to lose it
            Married to a dream with a mistress named music

    No hope and squarely solitary
    Enough whiskey and coke boys to get me in a bind
    Amps juiced the whole damn block could hear me
    Even that cop car rolling past
    By the time they hit the front door
    I was out the back

            With a guitar full of freedom
            And a head full of lines
            That nightlife full of demons
            Has been a hell of a ride
            I got a crazy heart
            But I was born to lose it
            Married to a dream with a mistress named music
            Na na na na na na na na na na

    White callused fingers on bronze and nylon
    These same old boots are still tapping time
    Not quite the buzz I used to tie on
    But till I’m gone I’ll be chasing this song

            With a guitar full of freedom
            And a head full of lines
            That nightlife full of demons
            Has been a hell of a ride
            I got a crazy heart
            But I was born to lose it
            Married to a dream with a mistress named music

    Yeah I’m married to a dream
    With a mistress named music
  3. Chattanooga Lucy

    Written by Eric Church, Jeff Hyde and Ryan Tyndell

    Two miles east of the Chicamauga
    Just over the hill and across the holla
    End of the path leading from the water
    There’s a one room a frame house
    Hot pie potbelly stove
    When she workin’ the flame it never get cold
    The only place on earth I know
    It gets hotter when the sun goes down

            Oh my my Chattanooga Lucy
            Woman what it is you do to me
            Forbidden fruit it sure is juicy
            You got me comin’ around, comin’ around
            Oh my my Chattanooga Lucy
            Break me easy or bend me bluesy
            Hold on tight or hold on loosely
            Keep me comin’ around, comin’ around

    Post my bail and pay my bounty
    Anything to get me down to Hamilton County
    Up and down and all around me
    Every time I hear the sound
    Every time I hear the sound
    Oh ooo oh oh ooooo oh

    Oh my my Chattanooga Lucy
            Woman what it is you do to me
            Forbidden fruit it sure is juicy
            You got me comin’ around, comin’ around
            Oh my my Chattanooga Lucy
            Break me easy or bend me bluesy
            Hold on tight or hold on loosely
            Keep me comin’ around, comin’ around

    Yeah I come undone
    Every time I get some
    Kick drum guitar strum
    No matter where you come from

    Oh my my Chattanooga Lucy
    Woman what it is you do to me
    Forbidden fruit it sure is juicy
    You got me comin’ around, comin’ around
    Oh my my Chattanooga Lucy
    Break me easy or bend me bluesy
    Hold on tight or hold on loosely
    Keep me comin’ around, comin’ around
    Keep me comin’ around, comin’ around

    Yeah I come undone
    Every time I get some
    Kick drum guitar strum
    She’s everything but a shy one
  4. Mixed Drinks About Feelings (Feat. Susan Tedeschi)

    Written by Eric Church
    Featuring Susan Tedeschi


    Turn on a neon light
    At least make it feel like night
    Put on some this or that
    And maybe I won’t feel so bad
    Need a little background noise
    To drown out this little voice
    Running circles ‘round my brain
    Screamin’ louder that the pain
            
            My head is spinning
            My resolve is reeling
            I can tell by the heavy in my heart
            I’m going down soon
            No use fightin’ the fight
            It’s no contest tonight
            My figured out’s never been more confused
            Havin’ mixed drinks about feelings and you

    Turn off the bedroom light
    Put on a brave face and face the night
    It’s either get used to this dread
    Or the cold spot in our bed
    The bottle helps but the memory burns
    The whiskey soothes but I toss and turn
    I’ll find sleep till dreams relent
    Wake up tired and try again

            My head is spinning
            My resolve is reeling
            I can tell by the heavy in my heart
            I’m going down soon
            No use fightin’ the fight
            It’s no contest tonight
            My figured out’s never been more confused
            Havin’ mixed drinks about feelings and you
            Havin’ mixed drinks about feelings and you

    Turn on a neon light
    At least make it feel like night
  5. Knives of New Orleans

    Written by Eric Church, Jeremy Spillman, and Travis Meadows

    Yeah I’d give this last wrinkled dollar
    In my pocket that I earned
    With a hammer and vice
    If I could undo some things
    And grow me some wings
    Fly out of this quarter tonight

    Yeah tonight every man with a TV
    Is seein’ a man with my clothes and my face
    In the last thirty minutes
    I’ve gone from a person of interest
    To a full blown manhunt underway

    I did what I did
    I have no regrets
    When you cross the line
    You get what you get

            Tonight a bleeding memory
            Is tomorrow’s guilty vein
            Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall
            Screams across the ponchatrain
            I’m haunted by headlights
            And a crescent city breeze
            One wrong turn on Bourbon
            Cuts like the knives of New Orleans

    I’m a ghost dodging bullets
    In all of these alleys
    Just looking for my get away keys
    Wrapped up in the night
    Hiding out in plain sight
    But this grip’s getting tight around me

    Ain’t no getting out
    That I can see
    They’ll take me dead
    If they ever take me

            Tonight a bleeding memory
            Is tomorrow’s guilty vein
            Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall
            Screams across the ponchatrain
            I’m haunted by headlights
            And a crescent city breeze
            One wrong turn on Bourbon
            Cuts like the knives of New Orleans
            Of New Orleans

    What I wouldn’t do
    For just one more kiss
    I’m all out of time
    Honey its come down to this

    I’m haunted by your hazel eyes
    And this crescent city breeze
    One wrong turn on Bourbon
    Cuts like the knives of New Orleans

    I did what I did
    I did what I did
    I did what I did
    I did what I did
  6. Round Here Buzz

    Written by Eric Church, Jeff Hyde, and Luke Dick

    Another Friday night
    There’s a line of cars leavin’
    Home team’s got an out of towner
    Me I’m sittin’ on the hood of mine drinkin’
    I’m just a parkin lot down and outer

    Under that high school bleacher
    I drove that preacher’s daughter crazy
    Her momma was my homeroom teacher
    And her dad was hell bent on savin’ me

    Yeah I’m sure there’s higher highs
    Where the high risers rise
    But me I’m gonna sit right here tonight
    and

            Catch me a ‘round here buzz
            Cause you ain’t ‘round here none
            Keep putting ‘em down here
            ‘Nother round here
            Till my down goes up
            Lit up like that one stop light
            Across from that welcome sign
            Ever since you caught that out there bug
            I catch me a ‘round here buzz

    I never had big city eyes
    Hell I’ve never been east of Dallas
    Got no idea where you are now
    Or if you ever got that penthouse palace

    No Scotty’s ain’t got no vibe
    Got no gas in his neon light
    But he’s got two for one ‘til two tonight

            Catch me a ‘round here buzz
            Cause you ain’t ‘round here none
            Keep putting ‘em down here
            ‘Nother round here
            Till my down goes up
            Lit up like that one stop light
            Across from that welcome sign
            Ever since you caught that out there bug
            I catch me a ‘round here buzz

    Catch me a ‘round here buzz
    Cause you ain’t ‘round here none
    Keep putting ‘em down here
    ‘Nother round here
    Till my down here
    Is lit up like that one stop light
    Across from that welcome sign
    Ever since you caught that out there bug
    I catch me a ‘round here buzz
    I catch me a ‘round here buzz
    ‘Round here buzz
    I catch me a ‘round here buzz
  7. Kill A Word

    Written by Eric Church, Jeff Hyde, and Luke Dick

    If I could kill a word and watch it die
    I’d poison never and shoot goodbye
    Beat regret when I felt I had the nerve
    Yeah I’d pound fear in to a pile of sand
    Choke lonely out with my bare hands
    I'd hand hate so that it can’t be heard
    If I could only kill a word

    I’d take brokenness out back
    And break heartbreak stand there and laugh
    Right in its face while shootin’ it the bird
    I’d put upset down in its place
    I’d squeeze the life out of disgrace
    Lay over under six cold feet of dirt
    If I could only kill a word
    If I could only kill a word

            Give me sticks, give me stones
            Bend my body, break my bones
            Use staff and rod to turn me black and blue
            ‘Cause you can’t unhear, you can’t unsay
            But if it were up to me to change
            I’d turn lies and hate to love and truth
            If I could only kill a word

    I’d knock out temptation’s teeth
    I’d sever evil, let it bleed
    Then light up wicked stand and watch it burn
    I’d take vice and I’d take hostile
    Hang ‘em high and leave ‘em for the birds
    If I could only kill a word

            So give me sticks, give me stones
            Bend my body, break my bones
            Use staff and rod to turn me black and blue
            ‘Cause you can’t unhear, you can’t unsay
            But if it were up to me to change
            I’d turn lies and hate to love and truth
            If I could only kill a word
            If I could only kill a word
  8. Holdin' My Own

    Written by Eric Church

    Always been a fighter, scrapper, and a clawer
    Used up some luck in lawyers
    Like Huck from Tom Sawyer jumped on my raft
    And shoved off chasing my dreams
    Reeling in big fishes
    I had some hits and a few big misses
    I gave ‘em hell and got a few stitches
    And these days I show off my scars

            With one arm around my baby
            And one arm around my boys
            A heart that’s still pretty crazy
            And a head that hates the noise
            If the world comes knockin’
            Tell ‘em I’m not home
            I’m finally holdin’ my own

    I’ve burned up the fast lane
    Dodging drugs and divorce
    If I’m proof of anything
    God sure loves Troubadours
    Sometimes late at night
    I miss the smoke and neon
    Sneak out of bed, grab a six string
    Play what’s still turnin’ me on
    Like that tight old time rock n roll
    Or that right down home country gold
    I miss blues and soul
    But not more than I miss being home

            With one arm around my baby
            And one arm around my boys
            A heart that’s still pretty crazy
            And a head that got sick of the noise
            If the world comes knockin’
            Wondering where I’ve gone
            Tell ‘em I’m holdin’ my own

    Till I run out of time
    I’m gonna spend the rest of mine

            With one arm around my baby
            And one arm around my boys
            A heart that’s still pretty crazy
            And a head that just got sick of the noise
            If the world comes knockin’
            Tell ‘em I’m not home
            I’m finally holdin’ my own

    And when my time on earth is done
    I want they write it on my stone
    I lived, loved, and died holdin’ my own
    I lived, loved, and died holdin’ my own
  9. Record Year

    Written by Eric Church and Jeff Hyde

    Since you turned the tables on me
    I’ve been steady and learnin’ lonely
    Keepin’ this turntable spinnin’
    Everything from Jones to Jennings
    Slowly plannin’ my survival
    In a three foot stack of vinyl
    Since you had to walk outta here
    I’ve been havin’ a record year

    I bet you thought before you left
    I’d just sit in silence by myself
    Turn this house into a jail
    Dyin’ slow in a living hell
    But love’s got a funny way of keepin score
    And your leavin' lit up my scoreboard
    I usually make it through Side A sober
    All bets are off when I flip her over
    One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
    I’m havin a record year

            Quarter notes and Hank’s half time
            Are pounding on this heart of mine
            Song to song, I pass my time
            With these speakers on ten
            Your good and gone keeps me up all night
            Along with Songs In The Key Of Life
            I’m either gonna get over you
            Or I’m gonna blow out my ears
            Yeah you’re out there now
            Doing God knows how and I’m stuck here
            Havin’ a record year

    Your leaving left me going crazy
    Im countin’ on a needle to save me
    I drop it in the groove
    And we go 'round and 'round
    And down in a spiral
    I guess I really oughta call and thank you
    I rediscovered Red Headed Stranger
    Got down with old James Brown
    And found new grass revival
    If you find your way back, I owe you a beer
    For my record year

            Quarter notes and Hank’s half time
            Are pounding on this heart of mine
            Song to song, I pass my time
            With these speakers on ten
            Your good and gone keeps me up all night
            Along with Songs In The Key Of Life
            I’m either gonna get over you
            Or I’m gonna blow out my ears
            Yeah you’re out there now
            Doing God knows how and I’m stuck here
            Havin’ a record year

    Yeah I’m having a record year
  10. Three Year Old

    Written by Eric Church, Casey Beathard, and Monty Criswell

    Use every crayon color that you’ve got
    A fishin’ pole sinks faster than a tackle box
    Nothing turns a day around like lickin’ a mixing bowl
    I learned that from a three year old

    A garbage can is a damn good spot to hide truck keys
    Why go inside when you can go behind a tree
    Walkin’ barefoot through the mud
    Will knock the rust right off your soul
    I learned that from a three year old

            You can be a cowboy on the moon
            Dig to China with a spoon
            Talk to Jesus on the phone
            Say I love you all day long
            And when you’re wrong you should just say so
            I learned that from a three year old

    Mama is an angel, I heard him tell the man upstairs
    He went on and on and back and forth like God was layin’ there
    Tonight I sleep me down to lay and pray to keep my soul
    Yeah I learned that from a three year old

            You can be a cowboy on the moon
            Dig to China with a spoon
            Talk to Jesus on the phone
            Say I love you all day long
            And when you’re wrong you should just say so
            I learned that from a three year old

    Sometimes all you need is a hand to hold
    Couple arms to kill the cold
    And when I’m wrong I should just say so
    I learned that from a three year old
    Yeah honey, I learned that from our three year old

All songs – All rights reserved. Used by permission. International copyright secured.

Produced by Jay Joyce

Executive Producer – Arturo Buenahora, Jr.

Recorded by Jason Hall at St. Charles (Nashville, TN)

Assistant Engineers: Paul Cossette and Caleb VanBuskirk

Mixed by Jay Joyce & Jason Hall at St. Charles (Nashville, TN)

Mastered by Andrew Mendelson at Georgetown Masters (Nashville, TN)

Musicians:

Eric Church – Electric and Acoustic Guitars

Craig Wright – Drums and Percussion

Lee Hendricks – Bass and Baritone Guitar

Jay Joyce – Electric Guitar and Keyboards

Jeff Hyde – Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, Mandolin, and Background Vocals

Jeff Cease – 12 String Acoustic and Electric Guitar

Driver Williams – Electric Guitar

Additional:

Casey Beathard – Background Vocals on “Mr. Misunderstood”

Joanna Cotten – Background Vocals on “Mistress Named Music” & “Chattanooga Lucy”

Andrea Davidson - Background Vocals on “Kill A Word”

Luke Dick – 12 String Guitar and Background Vocals on “Kill A Word”

Rhiannon Giddens – Background Vocals “Kill A Word”

Susan Tedeschi – Featured Vocals “Mixed Drinks About Feelings” (Recorded by Bobby Tis at Swamp Raga Studios, Jacksonville, FL)

Management: John Peets, Q Prime South, Inc. Nashville, TN

Art Direction & Design: John Peets & Ricardo Alessio

Photography: John Peets

Eric Church Band and Crew would like to thank:

Accurate Staging, Alcorn Custom Cases, All Access Coach Leasing, Aquarian Drumheads, Ampeg Bass Amps, Amptweaker, Blame Funnel Creative, Carroll Guido & Groffman LLP, Christie Lights, Clair Audio, Crom Tidwell Merchandising, Dean Markley Strings, Edge Apparel, Elixir Strings, Ernie Ball Strings, Essential Broadcast Media, Fishman Electronics, Flood Bumstead McCready & McCarthy, Gibson Guitars & Basses, Heil Sound, Hellcat Design Group, HSG Catering Inc., Jack Daniels Distillery, Klein Pickups, Kyser Finger Picks, Legacy Percussion, Lucchese Boots, Mathews Bows, The Messina Group, Mojo Barriers, Morgan Amplification, Paul Reed Smith Guitars, Peterson Electronics, Planet Waves, Q Prime South, Red Monkey Design Guitar Straps, Screenworks, SJC Custom Drums, Stage Call Trucking, Steve Clayton Picks, Tait Towers, Ultimate Ears, Vic Firth Drumsticks, William Morris Endeavor Entertainment, Wornstar Clothing, Zildjian Cymbals.

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