Blame it on Alan David. The last song I posted Al left me some terrific comments and he

concluded with a statement that was something to the effect of I could probably write a song

about an empty shoebox. He generously meant it as a funny compliment but I ignored the

humor and saw an idea. So if you make it to the end, AD gets the credit. If you don’t, Blame It

On Al.

There may be another song there but I’ll leave that to someone else.


This was written in Biab using the following tracks. I then substituted my Acoustic, Electric and

Steel. The bass and drums were built from loops. The only real tracks that made the final

starting lineup were 1033:Guitar, 12-String Electric, Strumming Ev 120 Held and

864:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm PopRockWaltzPulsingClean Ev 140



https://soundcloud.com/ta2-659414413/old-empty-shoebox


https://tommyadamsmusic.com/track/3709074/old-empty-shoebox


1189:Bass, Electric, HardRockWaltz Ev 140
856:Guitar, 12-String Acoustic, Rhythm RockWaltzStrumming Ev 140
861:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm HardRockWaltzSustainHeld Ev 140
864:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm PopRockWaltzPulsingClean Ev 140
1033:Guitar, 12-String Electric, Strumming Ev 120 Held
900:Guitar, Acoustic, Strumming FolkRockWaltz Ev 150
RockModernWaltz^8-a:Snare, Open HiHat , b:Snare, Ride, Busy Kick
Royalty Free Loops
Recorded in Logic Pro X
Plug Ins : Nectar 3, Neutron 4, Ozone 10, Tonal Balance, Waves LinMB, Waves, L3-LL Multi Limiter, Logic Pro Metering, Waves Vocal Rider, Scuffam Amps S-Gear

Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Pedal Steel,Vocals, Tom Adams








Old Empty Shoebox


There’s an old empty shoebox stuck way back in her closet

Waiting for the postcards she would send home in the mail

works the counter at the truckstop off of interstate 40

Dreaming of the moment she would head out on the trail


Where are they coming from where are they going

Time is a wastin so maybe in the morning

She really wants to travel with no one supporting

They say that she’s crazy better listen to their warning


She wants to see the mountains to find her family’s roots

spent half her weekly tips on her Danner hiking boots

She no longer sleeps at night and now she has to choose

Between the thrill of the danger or one more poor excuse


If she stays and never leaves what kind of life would that be

Never going nowhere or seeing what she wants to see

Hell of a future broken cigarette machines

And one night stands in cheap motels that rent by the week


There’s an old empty shoebox stuck way back in her closet

Waiting for the postcards she would send home in the mail

works the counter at the truckstop off of interstate 40

Dreaming of the moment she would head out on the trail

Last edited by tommyad; 02/19/24 01:29 PM.