NASHVILLE SONGWRITER BYRON HILL

Byron Hill...Stay A While

"I had never been that far from home,

but not for long…blame it on Kristofferson" -BH

"This album marks my thirty years as a professional songwriter. I moved to Nashville from North Carolina on Saturday, May 13, 1978, with a hundred or so songs, a thousand dollars in my pocket, and a borrowed car. I'm still doing what I love, and for that I am so grateful. Thank you to all my family, my co-writers, my friends, and to the artists who have recorded my songs." -BH

Musicians on tracks 1, 3, 6, 8, 9, 11: Paul Scholten (drums and percussion), J.T. Corenflos (electric guitar), Mike Rojas (piano, keyboards, and organ), Dave Pomeroy (electric bass), Byron Hill (acoustic guitar, keyboards, timpani, all vocals).

Musicians on tracks 2, 5, 7, 10, 12: Paul Scholten (drums and percussion), Glen Duncan (mandolin, acoustic guitar), Pat McGrath (acoustic guitar), Terry Smith (upright bass), Tommy White (dobro), Byron Hill (acoustic guitar, all vocals). Terry Smith of The Grascals, courtesy Rounder Records.

Musicians on "You Ain't Chet Yet": Billy Panda (acoustic guitar),

Byron Hill (acoustic guitar, all vocals).

Recorded in April and October 2008 at County Q Studios, Nashville, TN. Engineered by P.T. Houston. Assistant engineers J.P. Barker, Jeremy Winnett, Rowland Hill, Craig Headon, and Carlos Morales. All vocals and additional recording at The Reserve, Nashville, TN, engineered by Jorge Colina. Mixed at County Q Studios by Rob Matson. "You Ain't Chet Yet" mixed by Jorge Colina.

Mastered at Audio Services Group by Mike Poston

Produced by Byron Hill

Production consultant Mike Poston

Photography by Ashley Hylbert

Layout and Design by Missy Herrington

RADIO STATIONS AND SHOWS

Click HERE for a list of Radio Stations and Shows

playing songs from the album.

REVIEWS

Music Row Magazine

Performing Songwriter Magazine

Americana Music Times

Jeff Warfle - The Warfle House Newsletter

Yahoo Group - Chet Atkins Fans

Radio RCV Rivages - France

Rootstime - Belgium

Country California - Online Magazine

Country Music News (Canada)

Kountry Korner Magazine (Sweden)

Up Country Magazine (UK)

Reviews from Radio and Magazines in Europe (Album & Single: "Stay A While")

Reviews from Radio and Magazines in Europe (Single: "You Ain't Chet Yet")

Reviews from Radio and Magazines in Europe (Single: "Blame It On Kristofferson")

Today's Country Magazine

Country Music People (UK)

Reviews from Radio and Magazines in Europe (Single: "Way Too Long")

Clarksville Now - Serving Clarksville and Ft. Campbell

STAY A WHILE

Words and Music by Byron Hill and Jennifer Schott

Copyright 2009 Byron Hill Music (ASCAP)/Sony/ATV Tree Publishing (BMI)

IT’S GETTING LATE

IT’S GETTING COLD OUTSIDE

YEAH YOU COULD GO

OR YOU COULD STAY A WHILE

STAY A WHILE

HEY WE COULD SHARE

ONE MORE GLASS OF WINE

I KNOW YOU WOULD

IF YOU COULD READ MY MIND

STAY A WHILE

STAY HERE BY THE FIRELIGHT

RIGHT HERE WHERE IT FEELS RIGHT

NOTHING ‘BOUT TOMORROW

SAYS THAT YOU SHOULD LEAVE

WITH MY ARMS AROUND YOU

WHO KNOWS WHERE IT’S GOING

MAYBE IN THE MORNING

YOU’LL BE HERE WITH ME

AND I’LL WAKE UP TO YOUR SMILE

BABY STAY A WHILE

WE DON’T HAVE TO TALK

'BOUT WHERE IT GOES FROM THERE

ALL THAT COUNTS

IS RIGHT NOW RIGHT HERE

STAY A WHILE

REPEAT CHORUS

INSTRUMENTAL

REPEAT CHORUS

BABY STAY A WHILE

MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM

Words and Music by Byron Hill and Roger Brown

WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I LOVE YOU

I COULD SAY IT ALL DAY LONG

NO SHORT SUPPLY OF WHAT I’M FEELIN’

THERE’S MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM

THOUGH IT SEEMS A BIT LIKE BRAGGIN'

I’M NOT ABOUT TO BITE MY TONGUE

I WANT THE WORLD TO HEAR ABOUT IT

THERE’S MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM

I COULD GO ON AND ON

WHEN IT SOUNDS SO PERFECT

HOW CAN IT BE WRONG

THOUGHTS TO WORDS AND WORDS TO ACTIONS

BABY THAT’S WAY IT’S DONE

IF IT’S OK I’LL KEEP ON TALKIN’

THERE’S MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM

INSTRUMENTAL

I COULD GO ON AND ON

WHEN IT SOUNDS SO PERFECT

HOW CAN IT BE WRONG

THOUGH I HATE TO BE REDUNDANT

SOME THINGS CAN’T BE SAID ENOUGH

EVERY PHRASE IS WORTH REPEATING

THERE’S MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM

INSTRUMENTAL

I COULD GO ON AND ON

WHEN IT SOUNDS SO PERFECT

HOW CAN IT BE WRONG

WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I LOVE YOU

I COULD SAY IT ALL DAY LONG

NO SHORT SUPPLY OF WHAT I’M FEELIN’

THERE’S MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM

BLAME IT ON KRISTOFFERSON

Words and Music by Byron Hill

I WAS ONLY SIXTEEN

WHEN I HEARD THAT MELODY

AND THOSE WORDS ABOUT A YOUNG MAN

WHO WAS ALMOST JUST LIKE ME

ON A SUNDAY MORNING SIDEWALK

HE WAS FEELING ALL ALONE

I HAD NEVER BEEN THAT FAR FROM HOME

BUT NOT FOR LONG

BLAME IT ON KRISTOFFERSON

HE CHANGED MY LIFE FOREVER

WITH EVERY WORD HE WROTE

HE SANG WITH RHYMES THAT RAMBLED

AND THEY HIT ME LIKE A TOKE

SO I HEADED OFF WITH MY GUITAR

TO NASHVILLE TENNESSEE

MADE A PROMISE TO MYSELF I’D ALWAYS BE

WHAT I’D BECOME

BLAME IT ON KRISTOFFERSON

I’VE BEEN BLESSED TO BRING A SMILE

TO A FEW FOLKS WITH MY SONGS

BRING A TEAR TO SOMEONE’S EYE

AND HEAR THEM SING ALONG

BUT SOMETIMES I START HATING

EVERY WORD I’VE EVER WRITTEN

THINKING I AIN’T EVER LIVIN’ UP

TO SUNDAY MORNIN’ COMIN’ DOWN AT ALL

BLAME IT ON KRISTOFFERSON

SO HERE’S TO JOHNNY CASH

AND 1970

THAT TV SHOW WHERE FIRST HEARD

THOSE WORDS THAT SPOKE TO ME

OF A SUNDAY MORNING SIDEWALK

AND A YOUNG MAN ALL ALONE

I HAD NEVER BEEN THAT FAR FROM HOME

BUT NOT FOR LONG

BLAME IT ON KRISTOFFERSON

REPEAT CHORUS

BLAME IT ON KRISTOFFERSON

YOU AIN'T CHET YET

Words and Music by Byron Hill and Tony Hiller

I SAT DOWN ON A BENCH OUTSIDE

THE LOCAL FILLING STATION

PULLED OUT THAT GUITAR OF MINE

THEN I STARTED PLAYIN'

WHEN THIS OLD MAN SAT BY MY SIDE

AND SAID SON YOU’RE PRETTY GOOD

BUT IT TAKES MORE THAN STRUMMIN'

STRINGS AND WOOD

YOU AIN’T CHET YET

YOU AIN’T PICKIN' LIKE THE KING

YOU AIN’T GOT THAT THUMB-A-THUMPIN’

LIKE A WELL TUNED UP MACHINE

YOU AIN’T CHET YET

TIL YOU MAKE THAT GUITAR SING

YOU GOT YOUR FEET WET

BUT YOU AIN’T CHET YET

SO I PLAYED HIM EVERYTHING I KNEW

DAVE MATHEWS TO LED ZEPPELIN

PLAYED ‘SATELLITE’ THEN FINISHED OFF

WITH ‘STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN’

HE JUST SMILED AND LOOKED AT ME

WINKED AND SHOOK HIS HEAD

AND I JUST KEPT ON THINKIN'

WHAT HE SAID

REPEAT CHORUS

INSTRUMENTAL

REPEAT CHORUS

YOU GOT YOUR FEET WET

BUT YOU AIN’T CHET YET

WAY TOO LONG

Words and Music by Byron Hill, Gord Bamford and Duane Steele

Gord W. Bamford (SOCAN)/Swede Sound Of Music (SOCAN)

HE ROLLS DOWN THE WINDOW

TO CATCH THE NIGHT BREEZE

HIS EYES ARE GETTING HEAVY

FIGHTING OFF SLEEP

HE LEFT DENVER AT SUNDOWN

STILL GOT A LONG WAY TO GO

HE CRANKS UP THE TUNES

ON HIS RADIO

TRIES TO SING ALONG

WITH THE SONGS HE KNOWS

GONNA LET THAT BIG OL’ DIESEL

CARRY HIM HOME

TAKING SOUTHBOUND 25

DOWN TO SANTA FE

HE’S GOT A GIRL THERE WAITIN’ ON HIM

AND HE CAN’T BE LATE

BEEN JUST TWO DAYS GONE

BUT THAT’S WAY TOO LONG

HE CAN’T GO FASTER

AND HE CAN’T SAVE TIME

SO HE KEEPS HER PICTURE

ALWAYS IN HIS MIND

AND IT’S GETTING HIM THROUGH

EVERY LONELY MILE

HE STOPPED FOR COFFEE

IN WALSENBURG

NO MORE STOPPING

TILL HE GETS TO HER

SOMEDAY HE’S GONNA LEAVE

THAT TRAVELING LIFE BEHIND

REPEAT CHORUS

INSTRUMENTAL

REPEAT CHORUS

BEEN JUST TWO DAYS GONE

BUT THAT’S WAY TOO LONG

ONCE YOU'VE BEEN TO THE MOON

Words and Music by Byron Hill and DeeAnn Dominy

SPAIN IS JUST A PLACE ON A MAP

AND LONDON'S JUST A VERY OLD TOWN

AND NEW YORK, WELL IT’S NOTHING NEW

ONCE YOU'VE BEEN TO THE MOON

I'VE ALWAYS DREAMED OF WHERE I'LL GO

MAGIC PLACES FAR AWAY

BUT IT SEEMS A POINTLESS THING TO DO

ONCE YOU'VE BEEN TO THE MOON

YOUR LOVE TOOK ME OVER THE MOUNTAINS

HIGHER THAN ALL THE CLOUDS

YOUR LOVE TOOK ME INTO THE STARLIGHT

WHAT COULD THRILL ME MORE THAN THAT

SHOW ME ENDLESS FIELDS OF GREEN

THE SUNSET OUT ON FRISCO BAY

IT'S JUST ANOTHER PRETTY VIEW

ONCE YOU'VE BEEN TO THE MOON

INSTRUMENTAL

REPEAT CHORUS

SPAIN IS JUST A PLACE ON A MAP

AND LONDON'S JUST A VERY OLD TOWN

AND NEW YORK, WELL IT’S NOTHING NEW

ONCE YOU'VE BEEN TO THE MOON

LIFE’S A DITCH

Words and Music by Byron Hill and Brent Baxter

NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED

I JUST NOW REALIZED

DON’T EVER TRY TO DODGE A DEER

ON HIGHWAY 45

SO HERE I AM WITH TWO WHEELS STUCK

AXEL-DEEP IN MUD

THERE’S A LOT OF THINGS THAT COME TO MIND

WHEN YOU GET MAD ENOUGH

YEAH LIFE’S A DITCH ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD

THE SUN BEATING DOWN TEN MILES FROM HOME

CARS PASSING BY, PAYING ME NO MIND

I COULD THROW A FIT, GET A LITTLE TICKED

OR JUST ADMIT…..LIFE’S A DITCH

SO I FINALLY FOUND MY CELL PHONE

ON THE FLOORBOARD OF MY CAR

MUST BE A ONE DRY COUNTY

COULD EVEN GET ONE BAR

SO I’M STANDING ON MY BUMPER

THEN A CALL GOES THROUGH AT LAST

A TRUCK BLOWS MY FEET FLY UP

AND I’M FACE DOWN WITH A SPLASH

REPEAT CHORUS

NOW I’M LOOKING FOR THAT CELL PHONE

IN THE WATER AND THE WEEDS

WHEN A KID WADES UP BEHIND ME

PANTS ROLLED UP TO HIS KNEES

HE’S STROLLING LIKE IT’S HEAVEN

HE LAUGHS AND DIPS HIS NET

THEN HE SAYS "HOWDY MISTER

CAUGHT ANY CRAWDADS YET"

ONE LOOK AT HIS GRIN, AND THE TRUTH SUNK IN

YEAH LIFE’S A DITCH ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD

THE SUN BEATING DOWN TEN MILES FROM HOME

CARS PASSING BY, PAYING ME NO MIND

I COULD THROW A FIT, GET A LITTLE TICKED

OR JUST KICK BACK AND GO WITH IT

I GUESS YOU GET, WHAT YOU GET

SO IT’S ALL HOW YOU LOOK AT IT

LIFE’S A DITCH, A BIG OL’ DITCH…..GET IT?

LIFE’S A DITCH, A BIG OL’ DITCH

OH YEAH

THAT OLD CAR

Words and Music by Byron Hill and Jeff Childress

THERE'S THAT OLD CAR SITTIN’ IN THE YARD

YEAH THE ONE NOBODY WANTS

TO DRIVE NO MORE

IT'S TIRES ARE FLAT AND THIN’, HANGIN’ OFF THE RIMS

AND YEARS OF WEEDS ARE GROWIN’

THROUGH THAT OLD FLOOR BOARD

BUT YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN HIM BACK IN HIS YOUNGER DAYS

LEAVIN’ A TRAIL OF MEMORIES DOWN A LOST HIGHWAY

MANY A GIRL FELL IN LOVE WHEN THEY ROLLED THAT OLD TOP DOWN

UNDER THE STARS……..IN THAT OLD CAR

THERE'S THAT OLD CAR, RUSTED AND WORN

AND IT'S BACKSEAT’S GOT A FEW

GOOD STORIES TO TELL

THE RADIO WORKS, BUT YOU’D NEVER KNOW

CAUSE THE KNOBS ARE GONE AND THE SPEAKERS

ARE BLOWN TO HELL

REPEAT CHORUS

INSTRUMENTAL

REPEAT CHORUS

THERE'S THAT OLD CAR, STILL SITTIN’ IN THE YARD

MAYBE SOMEONE’S GONNA

FIX IT UP SOMEDAY

THE PHOTOGRAPH

Words and Music by Byron Hill and Mike Dekle

Fool Hearted Melodies (ASCAP)/WB Music Corp. (ASCAP)/

Almo Music Corp./Square D Music (ASCAP)

I'VE GOT TO HAND IT TO YOU

YOU'VE GOT A GREAT ATTITUDE

YOU KEEP THAT GLEAM IN YOUR EYE

MUCH BETTER THAN I

WHEN THE CHIPS ARE DOWN

IT ALWAYS SHOWS ON YOUR FACE

THAT LOOK JUST GIVES IT AWAY

YEA THAT'S THE BEAUTY OF YOU

YOUR LOVE SHINING THROUGH

ON THE DARKEST DAYS

YOU DON'T EVER STOP SMILING

YOU DON'T EVER LOOK LIKE

ANYTHING'S GONE WRONG

YOU'RE JUST THERE ON MY WALL

REMINDING ME OF ALL

THE LOVE WE HAD

I JUST LOOK AT YOU THERE

OH AND SOMETIMES I SWEAR

I HEAR YOU SAY

EVERYTHING IS OK

IT'LL BE ALL RIGHT

WISH I HAD YOUR POINT OF VIEW

SEE THINGS THE WAY THAT YOU DO

'CAUSE IT AIN'T ALL BLACK AND WHITE

LIVING MY LIFE

MISSING YOU

REPEAT CHORUS

ALL THE HOME I NEED

Words and Music by Byron Hill and William F. Williams

I’VE LIVED A MILE OR TWO

BEEN DOWN SOME TWISTED ROADS

AIN’T GONNA CHANGE ME NOW

FORGOTTEN MORE THAN I WANT TO KNOW

SOMETIMES MY ONLY FRIEND

IS THIS TRUSTY OLD GUITAR

MANY TIMES IT’S PULLED ME THROUGH

PICKED ME UP AND TOOK ME FAR

STRANGERS IN PLACES

I’VE NEVER BEEN

TIP THEIR HAT, SMILE AND SAY

YA’LL COME BACK AGAIN

I’M JUST ROLLIN' ALONG LIKE A TUMBLEWEED

ON THE ROAD IS ALL THE HOME I NEED

I CAN’T CHANGE A THING THAT’S PAST

WOULDN’T DO IT IF I COULD

ALL THE BAD TIMES DIDN’T LAST

THEY GOT ME HERE AND HERE IS GOOD

DAY TO DAY WITH WORDS THAT RHYME

SINGING ‘BOUT MOVING ON

DOING WHAT I’M BORN TO DO

LIFE IS SHORT, THE ROAD IS LONG

REPEAT CHORUS

INSTRUMENTAL VERSE

YOU CAN COME ALONG WITH ME

BUT JUST SO YOU UNDERSTAND

EVERY MILE IS GONNA BE

WITHOUT A MAP, WITHOUT A PLAN

SKIES MIGHT BE GRAY OR BLUE

RAIN OR SHINE IT’S WHAT I AM

ANOTHER SONG ANOTHER TOWN

THE LIFE OF A MUSIC MAN

REPEAT CHORUS

I’M JUST ROLLING ALONG LIKE A TUMBLEWEED

ON THE ROAD IS ALL THE HOME I NEED

THE DREAM COMES TRUE

Words and Music by Byron Hill and Roger Rounce

They say the last thought

You have on your mind

When you go to sleep every night

Will be what you dream

So I dream of you

When I lay down and close my eyes

We fly among the moon and stars

High above this world of ours

Feelin’ like we did when love was new

AND WHEN MY NIGHTLY JOURNEY'S DONE

FOR ME THE BEST IS YET TO COME

KNOWING when that mornin’ sun shines through

The dream comes true

SOME say that your soul

Travels at night

LeavinG your body to rest

And it"S SURE GOOD to know

Mine is with yours

Dusk until dawn still together

REPEAT CHORUS

INSTRUMENTAL

REPEAT CHORUS

MY DAUGHTER’S FATHER

Words and Music by Byron Hill and Arlos Smith

I GUESS IT’S HUMAN NATURE

TUGGIN’ AT MY SLEEVE

THAT GETS ME THINKING TOO MUCH

‘BOUT WHAT I’M ‘SPOSED TO BE

I KEEP AIMING HIGHER

LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE

FORGETTING WHAT I NEED TO BE

IS JUST TO BE MYSELF

IT’S NOT LIKE EVERYBODY’S WAITING

TO SEE IF I’LL GO FAR

IT’S NOT LIKE EVERYBODY’S WATCHING

THOUGH SOMETIMES I THINK THEY ARE

I DON’T HAVE TO CHANGE THE WORLD

I DON’T HAVE TO WALK ON WATER

ALL I HAVE TO BE

IS MY DAUGHTER’S FATHER

SHE’S JUST LIKE HER MAMA

WHEN IT COMES TO ME

COULDN’T FOOL HER IF I TRIED TO

TO HER I’LL ALWAYS BE

NOTHING MORE THAN DADDY

AND WHEN SHE SAYS THAT WORD

IT A WONDERFUL REMINDER

OF WHY I’M ON THIS EARTH

REPEAT CHORUS

A MAN IS OFTEN MEASURED

BY WHAT HE DOES IN LIFE

IT MADE MINE WORTH LIVING

WHEN I REALIZED

REPEAT CHORUS

YEAH ALL I HAVE TO BE

IS MY DAUGHTER’S FATHER

Available only on BHP Recordings

Release Date: February 10, 2009