Mitch Stephen

“TAKE HIM TO THE RANCH” Writer: Mitch Stephen [verse] Well I’ve had enough, of his Nine ta Five His desk and chair, robs me of my life Loadin’ down that ice chest I’m gonna screw his workday up I don't care if I have ta tie him in the bed a my truck [verse] I'm gonna take'im to the country Down a gravel road He's gonna kiss me under... “Lover’s Oak” This is my weekend plan I'm gonna take'im to the ranch [verse] I'm gonna take'im to the sticks Where we can skinny dip I packed nothin’ but his boots and his cowboy hat I'm gonna take'im to the ranch [chorus] TV reception ain’t worth a damn The phones don't work, baby that's the plan He'll have nothin' to see but the moon and me Hey I'm lookin' for a little romance Gonna take'im to the country I'm gonna take'im to the ranch [verse] By the time I pull in it's gonna feel like heaven’s gate I'll make'im walk the dog While I change the combo on the chain He ain't talkin' no business He ain't takin' no friends He's gonna be pretty damn tired When this weekend ends I'm gonna take'im to the country I'm gonna take'im to the ranch [instrumental] [chorus] TV reception ain’t worth a damn The phones don't work, baby that's the plan.... He'll have nothin' to see but the moon and me I'm lookin' for a little romance I'ma take'im to the country I'm gonna take'im to the ranch I'm gonna take’im to the country I'm gonna take'im to the ranch We gone! It's on.... I'm gonna take'im to the ranch

“TAKE HIM TO THE RANCH” Writer: Mitch Stephen [verse] Well I’ve had enough, of his Nine ta Five His desk and chair, robs me of my life Loadin’ down that ice chest I’m gonna screw his workday up I don't care if I have ta tie him in the bed a my truck [verse] I'm gonna take'im to the country Down a gravel road He's gonna kiss me under... “Lover’s Oak” This is my weekend plan I'm gonna take'im to the ranch [verse] I'm gonna take'im to the sticks Where we can skinny dip I packed nothin’ but his boots and his cowboy hat I'm gonna take'im to the ranch [chorus] TV reception ain’t worth a damn The phones don't work, baby that's the plan He'll have nothin' to see but the moon and me Hey I'm lookin' for a little romance Gonna take'im to the country I'm gonna take'im to the ranch [verse] By the time I pull in it's gonna feel like heaven’s gate I'll make'im walk the dog While I change the combo on the chain He ain't talkin' no business He ain't takin' no friends He's gonna be pretty damn tired When this weekend ends I'm gonna take'im to the country I'm gonna take'im to the ranch [instrumental] [chorus] TV reception ain’t worth a damn The phones don't work, baby that's the plan.... He'll have nothin' to see but the moon and me I'm lookin' for a little romance I'ma take'im to the country I'm gonna take'im to the ranch I'm gonna take’im to the country I'm gonna take'im to the ranch We gone! It's on.... I'm gonna take'im to the ranch

COULD A LOVE SONG Co-writer: Mitch Stephen [verse] My pen’s workin’ overtime Tryin’ na find a dozen lines That’ll make you, change your point of view [verse] And I been strummin’ these strings so hard I wore a hole in my ol’ guitar But it’s alright, if I can change your mind [pre chorus] And tell me… Are there any words might be said ‘Fore my pen writes blood red [chorus] Could a love song ever turn your love back on Is there a line or rhyme a man might write To change your mind Could a melody sung sweet Ever bring you back to me Could a love song ever turn your love back on [verse] And if you’re thinkin’ that I’m givin’ up You better stop and take another look ‘Cause I’m still right here, where I’ve always been [verse] If I could only find the words to say What’s in this heart ev’ry night and day I’m sure you’d stop, and let this love back in [pre chorus] Until then… Don’t know nothin’ else to do But strum three chords and tell the truth [chorus] Could a love song ever turn your love back on Is there a line or rhyme a man might write To change your mind Could a melody sung sweet Ever bring you back to me Could a love song ever turn your love back on Could a love song ever turn your love back on [instrumental] [bridge] Every body says I aughta writer off I guess I’ve tried but I’m not that strong For ev’ry line I beg and plead I try an write a line of dignity But you know that’s getting’ hard It's getting haaaaard [chorus] Could a love song ever turn your love back on Is there a line or rhyme a man might write To change your mind Could a melody sung sweet Ever bring you back to me Could a love song ever turn your love back on Could a love song ever turn your love back on

HOUSE ON HAUSMAN RD. Writer: Mitch Stephen My daddy bought this place in 1941 When ol’ man Gus had to sell off I use to hunt this land Back when I was young And long before the urban sprawl My grandchildren like to play Right there on that swing Where Daddy drank his beer And Momma loved her shade Now they’ll cut those Oak trees down today [chorus] Another road is bein’ paved Another high rise bein’ raised Some monumental feat In some developer’s grand scheme Another paged tore from my past Erased off of the map I don’t think they could ever know They’ll tear down more than sticks and stones When they lay low, that house on Houseman road [verse] The bulldozer operator’s scraping off the ground Beyond what I can recognize The demolition man is taking out the doors And all the windows and the lights Every piece could tell a story But most will go untold Except the pieces in my pick-up truck And their stories will grow old [chorus] Another road is bein’ paved My foot steps all but erased And I know my old man’s probl’y Rollin’ over in his grave Another paged tore from my past oh no there ain’t no goin’ back And where I go from here Heaven only knows When they lay low, that house on Houseman road [bridge] Burger Kings A Stop N Go Famous hotel chain built right across the road It makes me think When I’m alone There is no place I can call home [chorus] Another road is bein’ paved Another high rise bein’ raised Some monumental feat In some developer’s grand scheme Another paged tore from my past Erased off of the map I know they will never know They tore down much more than sticks and stones When they lay low… When they lay looow… That house on Houseman road

“HOME IS WHERE THE HURT IS” Co-writer: Mitch Stephen [verse] Never let them tell you That four walls don’t speak Last night they cussed the doorway For allowing you to leave And those hallowed halls Cried all night long Calling your footsteps Since God called you home [pre chorus] It was the saddest sound I ever heard And I agreed with every word [chorus] I just can’t go home… The silence hurts my ears I don’t belong… When you’re not here Oh and these four walls Don’t comfort me at all It hurts me where I live Now home is where the hurt is [verse] I’ve kept your easy chair Where it’s always been Like me it wonders When it’ll hold you again And the windows Don’t see you back soon The lights are on But no life in the livin’ room [pre chorus] You wouldn’t believe how hard it is Just listenin’ to the clocks tic [instrumental] This is one place I should be happy But everywhere I turn There’s a memory that yearns [chorus] I just can’t go home… Even silence hurts my ears And I just don’t belong… When you’re not here Oh and these four walls Don’t comfort me at all It hurts me where I live Now home is where the hurt is Oh this house was my heart Now home is where the hurt is

"LAST MAN STANDING" Writer: Mitch Stephen 1-28-2026 [verse] That house is so much smaller than I remember Oh but I was just a kid I crawled these halls ‘til I could walk But I don’t remember much ‘bout back then I do recall, me and little brother Playin’ football on the lawn While Daddy was out sellin’ And Momma made this house a home [pre-chorus] Kinda hard to believe I’m the last one And now they’re all gone [chorus] It’s a differnt kind a lonely It’s a differnt kind a sad And I hope you never truly understand me And what it’s like… To be… The last man standing [verse] I can show you a picture From nineteen sixty-five Momma and Daddy in the middle With a kid on each side [pre chorus] It was a happy time But now it’s a little too black and white [chorus] It’s a differnt kind a lonely It’s a differnt kind a sad And I hope you never truly understand me And what it’s like… To be… The last man standing [bridge] Guess I’ll see‘em soon enough. I wonder if that’s how God Comforts us [Half chorus] Oh I hope you never truly understand me And what it’s like…To be… The last man standing The last man standing

“IF I DIDN’T LOVE YOU” Writer: Mitch Stephen 12-5-2023 [verse I] I wake up, you’re the first thought on my mind I go to sleep, you’re my last thought of the night And then in between, I struggle to get through Wond’rin’ what, would make you think I didn’t love you [chorus] If I didn’t love you, I’d just move on The days and nights would pass And I wouldn’t count them One by one If I didn’t want you, if I didn’t need you What’s this Hell I’m goin’ through And tell me why’s this so damn hard If I didn’t love you [verse II] So here’s your song, it’s not the one I meant to write I hate words, and the blue in your brown eyes One day you’ll find, in the quiet of its truth I’d not have taken it so hard If I didn’t love you [chorus] If I didn’t love you, I’d just move on The days and nights would pass And I wouldn’t count them One by one If I didn’t want you, if I didn’t need you What’s this Hell I’m goin’ through And tell me why’s this so damn hard If I didn’t love you [modified chorus] If I didn’t love you, I’d just move on The days and nights would just pass I count them, one by one If I didn’t want you, if I didn’t need you Why’s this Hell I’m goin’ through Oh and tell me why’s this so damn hard Oh why’s this so damn hard Tell me why’s this so damn hard If I didn’t love Oh if I didn’t love you

“WINDSHIELD TIME” Co-writers: Mitch Stephen / B.O. [Verse] I’ve got my life, it runs alright All my bills get paid on time The sun comes up, the moon goes down You’d think I’ve got it figured out Sometimes this world can be too much When the things you didn’t do, start stackin’ up The thought runs through my mind Windshield time [Chorus] Grab the keys - Saddle up Check the tank - there’s just enough East or West - North or South I’ll know I’m there - When it’s figured out And I clear my mind… Windshield time [Verse] I count my gains, I count the loss Let my conscience, cris and cross No radio sound, the windows down My thoughts like wheels go ‘round n ‘round Starin’ through that piece of glass I know this feeling’s gonna pass But until that time arrives Windshield time [Modified Chorus] 7 Eleven Coffee up -Top the tank More than enough East or West - North or South I’ll know I’m there when it’s figured out And I ease my mind I need a little windshield time [Bridge] Rhythm of the road – My lullaby Grab a hotel – And close my eyes [Chorus] Grab the keys - Saddle up Check the tank there’s just enough East or West - North or South I’ll know I’m there when it’s figured out And I clear my mind Windshield Time I need a little windshield time windshield time

“PLAY’EM AGAIN” Writers: Mitch Stephen / Ashe Underwood [verse] 13, Fishin’ hole, Me n Daddy and a fishin’ pole Sit and listen to some Rock-n-Roll as we realed’em in Backseat, 18, First love, Springsteen, on the radio Aaw man she was good to go [chorus] And the song can take me back And the words remember when And the, melody still works it’s magic No matter where I’m at And I never get tired of listenin’ Hey play’em again [verse] Was 25 when Daddy died, And our whole town cried And “Amazing Grace” would never sound the same Crazy after all this time, I can hear, “Rocky Mountain High” And I can get higher than an Eagle flies [chorus] And the song can take me back And the words remember when And the melody still works it’s magic No matter where I’m at And I never get tired of listenin’ Hey play’em again [instrumental] [bridge] Let the memories play, let the music flow Every song’s a moment, a place I know Turn it up, feel the vibe, never let it end I could listen forever… Hey play’em again Oh I never get tired of listenin’ Hey Play’em again Oh play’em again Mmmmm Play’em again Oh I never get tired of listenin’ to… Oh play’em again