J.T. Patten, Writer; LONE WOOLF LYRICS

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Walking the Plank (Life Shackled Pirate)

Pull a long sword from my... all-inclusive Mai-Tai drink,
Scan the island horizon, borrowed time left...I think.
I wanna sail the seven seas, but
Spent my day and years living for others, not me.

Trading thrills for brief respites, keepin’ up the grind,
Drifting away with dull-drum work, tow the endless line.
Payin’ debts, mortgage, taxes due,
See old friends in their pine box, nothing I can do.

Chorus

I’m a life shackled pirate,
Still aiming to plunder.
Bury some treasure,
Fire cannons like thunder.
Slash foes with my saber,
Wrastle a shark or a gator.
I’m a life shackled pirate,
And just walking the plank.

Life cruised past by so quick
Till the doctor and tests said I’m C sick.
Kids left, all together on their own,
We stay connected, typing our phones.

But the young version of me,
Still wants to be healthy and free.
I can’t let that young boy down,
Time left to keep his dreams above the ground.

Chorus
I’m a life shackled pirate,
Still aiming to plunder.
Bury some treasure,
Fire cannons like thunder.
Slash foes with my saber,
Wrastle a shark or a gator.
I’m a life shackled pirate,
And just walking the plank.

So I chug the last drop of rum,
Drop my shoes and just run.
I’ll steal time to soak up the sun,
Commandeer me some fun.

Sprint down to the beach
Sand and water still in my reach
Excitement floods life through my soul
Fill my hull of dreams, won’t dig my own hole.

Outtro
Don’t wanna be a life shackled pirate,
I’m ready to plunder.
Bury some treasure,
Fire cannons like thunder.
Gonna hoist some sails
Forgive my family fails.
Don’t wanna be a life shackled pirate,
Not ready to walk the plank.

WALKING THE PLANK


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Walking the Plank (Life Shackled Pirate)

Pull a long sword from my... all-inclusive Mai-Tai drink,
Scan the island horizon, borrowed time left...I think.
I wanna sail the seven seas, but
Spent my day and years living for others, not me.

Trading thrills for brief respites, keepin’ up the grind,
Drifting away with dull-drum work, tow the endless line.
Payin’ debts, mortgage, taxes due,
See old friends in their pine box, nothing I can do.

Chorus

I’m a life shackled pirate,
Still aiming to plunder.
Bury some treasure,
Fire cannons like thunder.
Slash foes with my saber,
Wrastle a shark or a gator.
I’m a life shackled pirate,
And just walking the plank.

Life cruised past by so quick
Till the doctor and tests said I’m C sick.
Kids left, all together on their own,
We stay connected, typing our phones.

But the young version of me,
Still wants to be healthy and free.
I can’t let that young boy down,
Time left to keep his dreams above the ground.

Chorus
I’m a life shackled pirate,
Still aiming to plunder.
Bury some treasure,
Fire cannons like thunder.
Slash foes with my saber,
Wrastle a shark or a gator.
I’m a life shackled pirate,
And just walking the plank.

So I chug the last drop of rum,
Drop my shoes and just run.
I’ll steal time to soak up the sun,
Commandeer me some fun.

Sprint down to the beach
Sand and water still in my reach
Excitement floods life through my soul
Fill my hull of dreams, won’t dig my own hole.

Outtro
Don’t wanna be a life shackled pirate,
I’m ready to plunder.
Bury some treasure,
Fire cannons like thunder.
Gonna hoist some sails
Forgive my family fails.
Don’t wanna be a life shackled pirate,
Not ready to walk the plank.

WALKING THE PLANK

That boy, Morgan Wallen, a name we all know,
Drinkin’ on Broadway, missed the Country Music Show.
He walked into Chiefs, with reputation all in hand,
But things got wild, just as the Devil planned.

(Chorus)
Tossin' chairs off the roof, from the Church like it’s a dare.
Morgan's in trouble, but he don't seem to care.
With a whiskey in his hand, and a wild-eyed glare,
He's the talk of the web
Cuz Morgan’s tossin' chairs.

(Verse 2)
The cops showed up, with their flashing lights,
But Morgan just laughed, in the Nashville night.
He said, "Boys, take a seat, have a cold one with me,
We'll raise ourselves some hell, the next round is free.

(Chorus)
Tossin' chairs off the roof, from the Church like it’s a dare.
Morgan's in trouble, but he don't seem to care.
With a whiskey in his hand, and a wild-eyed glare,
He's the talk of the web
Cuz Morgan’s tossin' chairs.

(Bridge)
Now the papers'll talk, and the gossip will spread,
But Morgan's just livin', with no regrets in his head.
He'll sing his songs, and he'll play his guitar,
If not on stage, in a prison not so far.

(Chorus)
Tossin' chairs off the roof, from the Church like it’s a dare.
Morgan's in trouble, but he don't seem to care.
With a whiskey in his hand, and a wild-eyed glare,
He's the talk of the web
Cuz Morgan’s tossin' chairs.

(Outro)
So if you see Morgan, down on Broadway tonight,
Raise a glass to the man, before cops read him his rights.
He'll keep tossin' chairs, till the break of dawn,
Cause that's just drunk Morgan, carryin' on.

TOSSIN’ CHAIRS

(Verse 1)
Knew a preaching man, wore a straight line tie and a crooked smile.
He spoke of love, but his eyes and touch was vile.
Used a silver silk tongue to weave his web of lies
Ruled his flock, a wolf wearing fleece of white.

(Verse 2)
Behind veneer he beat his wife and children too,
Loved on broken ladies, they shook weeping in the pew.
His sermons rang hollow, his prayers fell flat,
I’d had enough, so loaded my pistol and I aimed it at

Chorus
A man preyin on—not praying for.
I had to snap his evil lure.
His looking down on them ‘n me
Perched high on Calvary’s tree
But now they’ll never find your bones
Deacon Jones
No good Deacon Jones
I broke your smile and burned your bones, Deacon Jones

(Verse 3)
Yeah, that man who wore a collar but had a devil's grin,
Who twisted the word of God to justify his sin.
I took the sun of murder, let it blaze,
Took down that false prophet in a righteous smoky haze.

(Bridge)
Now I'm on the run, like an outlaw in the night,
But I sleep easy knowing I did for the sheep and me what's right.
They'll hunt me down, but I won't be afraid,
I'll keep riding free, hope my debt with God is paid.

Chorus
A man preyin on—not praying for.
I had to snap his evil lure.
His looking down on them ‘n me
Perched high on Calvary’s tree
But now they’ll never find your bones
Deacon Jones
No good Deacon Jones
I broke your smile and burned your bones, Deacon Jones

(Outtro)
In a town of the darkness, I held His light,
And I'll keep riding on, through the day and through the night.
If I don’t pass pearly gates and land in hell
I’m gunna find him by his smoky smell.
No good Deacon Jones
Deacon Jones
They’ll never find your bones

DEACON JONES

Met a new old friend yesterday,
Came to my Chi hometown hollar just to play.
Shook his hand, lost the words to say.
So I nodded. Thank you.

He’d been with me in the beginning thick and thin.
Through a radio, couldn’t see me cry or grin.
Both on our own grieving love, sons of gone dads,
Left with big n small patches of what we had.
Too much to say, so I said Thank you.

(Chorus)
Yeah, we’re two strange souls,
Happen to cross a same path.
Give a nod.
Tip of the hat.
You go yours and I’ll go mine.
Til us werewolves meet the next time.
My new old friend.
I’ll catch you around some time,
Happy to wait in line.
To see my new old friend.

Seems like we both rode through fires of Hell.
Cursed the gods, the mighty beasts
Took a short slither with the Devil.
Cried their name, as we’re left alone.
Lookin at the goddamn telephone.
But we hear their voice.
Can’t hang up, no one letting go.

It’s a twisted thing.
Humanity.
Not knowing a person but feeling close
Take a long enough walk
You can relate to most.
All missing the echo of steps,
Next to ours.

(Chorus)
Yeah, we’re two strange souls,
Happen to cross a same path.
Give a nod.
Tip of the hat.
You go yours and I’ll go mine.
Til us werewolves meet the next time.
My new old friend.
Catch you around some time,
Happy to stand in line.
To see my new old friend.

So next show whether you see me
Or another strange familiar face
All of us, coyote kids running wild in the human race,
Relate.
May still feel all alone. Words lost.
So we say to ourselves for you.
Not cookoo. Just thank you.

New Old Friend

(Verse 1)
She sits side-saddle with heartache and unrest,
Colt warms her icy hand, head’s a raging scorpion nest.
When the bank job got hot, her forever partner left her for dead
Saved his own neck from a rope, his back from law man’s lead.

(Pre-Chorus)
Now she rides into towns, looks for her traitor with vengeful eyes,
Made a deal with the devil, to save her own damned life.
Take a badge or die, there was nothing left to lose,
Deputized for a crime, he’ll run hearing the news.

(Chorus)
Oh, she wears black.
Like a shadow in the night.
This deserted outlaw queen gotta make things right.
A silver badged Bonnie hunting Clyde
With vengeance as her drive.
She’s a future dead man’s widow,
So she wears black, on the in and outside.
Yeah, she wears black on the in and outside.

(Verse 2)
Folks in town saw trouble, a devil with a white hat and star disguise.
They reached for their irons, put her in front of shaky sights.
She just smiled and said you’ll need a prayer for this gun fight.
Let’s go boys, she fired then turned out all their lights.

(Pre-Chorus)
She leaves them laying like splinters from a parting storm,
Tornado of chaos and destruction, can’t say they were not warned.
A lawless lawman, who’s spirit died, with a knife stuck in her back.
She's alone and hunting her once hearted One Eye’d Jack.

(Chorus)
Oh, she wears black.
Like a shadow in the night.
This deserted outlaw queen gotta make things right.
Silver badged Bonnie hunting Clyde
With vengeance as her drive.
She’s a future dead man’s widow,
So she wears black, on the in and outside.
Yeah, she wears black on the in and outside.

(Bridge)
Been betrayed, left behind,
Never let love make her blind.
She'll fetch her pound of flesh,
Then figure out the rest.

(Chorus)
Oh, she wears black.
Like a shadow in the night.
This deserted outlaw queen gotta make things right.
Silver badged Bonnie hunting Clyde
With vengeance as her drive.
She’s a future dead man’s widow,
So she wears black, on the in and outside.
Yeah, she wears black on the in and outside.

(Outro)
So if you see this woman riding, you best beware,
She's a raging force of nature, though inside she’s runnin’ scared.
She'll take your breath away, give brimstone bullets back,
That future widow of a wanted man, and she wears black.

SHE WEARS BLACK

[Verse 1]
Jailbroke in the wild, miles to go,
A runaway man, can’t lay low… til Mexico.
Left bodies and cell behind, dogs on tracks,
Law on his tail, gunna hang his… Devil ass.

[Chorus]
He's a renegade rider, a bullet’s son,
Through the dust and the dirt, he’s on the run.
With the wind in his hair, rot on his breath,
He's a wanted rebel cheating life and death.
An old gunslinger with no time left.
Yeah, no time left.

[Verse 2]
With every mile and day, he carries ticking chains,
In his heart, there's still fire, flames in his… veins.
As his heart beats, he's fleeing his past,
In the rearview mirror, life’s fading… too fast.

[Chorus]
He's a renegade rider, a bullet’s son,
Through the dust and the dirt, he’s on the run.
With the wind in his hair, rot on his breath,
He's a wanted rebel cheating life and death.
An old gunslinger with no time left.
Yeah, no time left.

[Bridge]
In the calm of the night, he hears sirens wail,
But he won't surrender, to ticking time in a dead man’s jail.
With stars as witness, he'll never be found,
He's a fugitive spirit, unleashed ‘n unbound.

[Outro]
He chases the sunset, a silhouette in the sky,
A criminal cowboy, shadows his only…ally.
He may be a damned, but he's finally free,
In outlaw country, not swinging from a tree.
Old gunslinger with no time left.
Yeah, no time left…so he stole time back.

(OLD GUNSLINGER) NO TIME LEFT

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Walking the Plank (Life Shackled Pirate)

Pull a long sword from my... all-inclusive Mai-Tai drink,
Scan the island horizon, borrowed time left...I think.
I wanna sail the seven seas, but
Spent my day and years living for others, not me.

Trading thrills for brief respites, keepin’ up the grind,
Drifting away with dull-drum work, tow the endless line.
Payin’ debts, mortgage, taxes due,
See old friends in their pine box, nothing I can do.

Chorus

I’m a life shackled pirate,
Still aiming to plunder.
Bury some treasure,
Fire cannons like thunder.
Slash foes with my saber,
Wrastle a shark or a gator.
I’m a life shackled pirate,
And just walking the plank.

Life cruised past by so quick
Till the doctor and tests said I’m C sick.
Kids left, all together on their own,
We stay connected, typing our phones.

But the young version of me,
Still wants to be healthy and free.
I can’t let that young boy down,
Time left to keep his dreams above the ground.

Chorus
I’m a life shackled pirate,
Still aiming to plunder.
Bury some treasure,
Fire cannons like thunder.
Slash foes with my saber,
Wrastle a shark or a gator.
I’m a life shackled pirate,
And just walking the plank.

So I chug the last drop of rum,
Drop my shoes and just run.
I’ll steal time to soak up the sun,
Commandeer me some fun.

Sprint down to the beach
Sand and water still in my reach
Excitement floods life through my soul
Fill my hull of dreams, won’t dig my own hole.

Outtro
Don’t wanna be a life shackled pirate,
I’m ready to plunder.
Bury some treasure,
Fire cannons like thunder.
Gonna hoist some sails
Forgive my family fails.
Don’t wanna be a life shackled pirate,
Not ready to walk the plank.

WALKING THE PLANK

That boy, Morgan Wallen, a name we all know,
Drinkin’ on Broadway, missed the Country Music Show.
He walked into Chiefs, with reputation all in hand,
But things got wild, just as the Devil planned.

(Chorus)
Tossin' chairs off the roof, from the Church like it’s a dare.
Morgan's in trouble, but he don't seem to care.
With a whiskey in his hand, and a wild-eyed glare,
He's the talk of the web
Cuz Morgan’s tossin' chairs.

(Verse 2)
The cops showed up, with their flashing lights,
But Morgan just laughed, in the Nashville night.
He said, "Boys, take a seat, have a cold one with me,
We'll raise ourselves some hell, the next round is free.

(Chorus)
Tossin' chairs off the roof, from the Church like it’s a dare.
Morgan's in trouble, but he don't seem to care.
With a whiskey in his hand, and a wild-eyed glare,
He's the talk of the web
Cuz Morgan’s tossin' chairs.

(Bridge)
Now the papers'll talk, and the gossip will spread,
But Morgan's just livin', with no regrets in his head.
He'll sing his songs, and he'll play his guitar,
If not on stage, in a prison not so far.

(Chorus)
Tossin' chairs off the roof, from the Church like it’s a dare.
Morgan's in trouble, but he don't seem to care.
With a whiskey in his hand, and a wild-eyed glare,
He's the talk of the web
Cuz Morgan’s tossin' chairs.

(Outro)
So if you see Morgan, down on Broadway tonight,
Raise a glass to the man, before cops read him his rights.
He'll keep tossin' chairs, till the break of dawn,
Cause that's just drunk Morgan, carryin' on.

TOSSIN’ CHAIRS

(Verse 1)
Knew a preaching man, wore a straight line tie and a crooked smile.
He spoke of love, but his eyes and touch was vile.
Used a silver silk tongue to weave his web of lies
Ruled his flock, a wolf wearing fleece of white.

(Verse 2)
Behind veneer he beat his wife and children too,
Loved on broken ladies, they shook weeping in the pew.
His sermons rang hollow, his prayers fell flat,
I’d had enough, so loaded my pistol and I aimed it at

Chorus
A man preyin on—not praying for.
I had to snap his evil lure.
His looking down on them ‘n me
Perched high on Calvary’s tree
But now they’ll never find your bones
Deacon Jones
No good Deacon Jones
I broke your smile and burned your bones, Deacon Jones

(Verse 3)
Yeah, that man who wore a collar but had a devil's grin,
Who twisted the word of God to justify his sin.
I took the sun of murder, let it blaze,
Took down that false prophet in a righteous smoky haze.

(Bridge)
Now I'm on the run, like an outlaw in the night,
But I sleep easy knowing I did for the sheep and me what's right.
They'll hunt me down, but I won't be afraid,
I'll keep riding free, hope my debt with God is paid.

Chorus
A man preyin on—not praying for.
I had to snap his evil lure.
His looking down on them ‘n me
Perched high on Calvary’s tree
But now they’ll never find your bones
Deacon Jones
No good Deacon Jones
I broke your smile and burned your bones, Deacon Jones

(Outtro)
In a town of the darkness, I held His light,
And I'll keep riding on, through the day and through the night.
If I don’t pass pearly gates and land in hell
I’m gunna find him by his smoky smell.
No good Deacon Jones
Deacon Jones
They’ll never find your bones

DEACON JONES

Met a new old friend yesterday,
Came to my Chi hometown hollar just to play.
Shook his hand, lost the words to say.
So I nodded. Thank you.

He’d been with me in the beginning thick and thin.
Through a radio, couldn’t see me cry or grin.
Both on our own grieving love, sons of gone dads,
Left with big n small patches of what we had.
Too much to say, so I said Thank you.

(Chorus)
Yeah, we’re two strange souls,
Happen to cross a same path.
Give a nod.
Tip of the hat.
You go yours and I’ll go mine.
Til us werewolves meet the next time.
My new old friend.
I’ll catch you around some time,
Happy to wait in line.
To see my new old friend.

Seems like we both rode through fires of Hell.
Cursed the gods, the mighty beasts
Took a short slither with the Devil.
Cried their name, as we’re left alone.
Lookin at the goddamn telephone.
But we hear their voice.
Can’t hang up, no one letting go.

It’s a twisted thing.
Humanity.
Not knowing a person but feeling close
Take a long enough walk
You can relate to most.
All missing the echo of steps,
Next to ours.

(Chorus)
Yeah, we’re two strange souls,
Happen to cross a same path.
Give a nod.
Tip of the hat.
You go yours and I’ll go mine.
Til us werewolves meet the next time.
My new old friend.
Catch you around some time,
Happy to stand in line.
To see my new old friend.

So next show whether you see me
Or another strange familiar face
All of us, coyote kids running wild in the human race,
Relate.
May still feel all alone. Words lost.
So we say to ourselves for you.
Not cookoo. Just thank you.

New Old Friend


About Me

Bio

Dark Country rock specialty writer; Best Selling Horror and Dark Fiction Author. I find the overlap of darkness and dread between my lyrics and novels create a fresh approach to what I call "Throat Kick" Country. Formerly a ghost writer of lyrics used by a popular country artist.

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CV/History

Living in one of the safest towns in America, J.T. Patten's story lines are anything but safe. An Amazon #1 best seller across over eight categories in Horror, Thriller, and Suspense, his dark fiction novels and novellas have received MUST READ praise and five-star ratings from Publishers Weekly, Kirkus Reviews, BookList, Reedsy, and more. He is an active member of the Horror Writers Association, International Thriller Writers, and Nashville Song Writers Association. His initial best-selling works have gained acclaim for their "blacker than black"
ooding narrative that illuminate the blurred lines in life and twist traditional tropes on their head. A former intelligence professional and special mission advisor, he has seen the best and worst of humanity; an inescapable reality of light, darkness, and all things grey that find their way to his pages.

He has a degree in Foreign Language, a Masters in Strategic Intelligence, graduate studies in Counter Terrorism from the University of St. Andrews.

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