A curious and fresh combination of grit and humor, Josh Morningstar is knocking down stereotypes with his worn boots and unforgettable raspy voice. He is a small-town boy that originally hails from Funkstown, Maryland, and he carries those roots in a suitcase with him everywhere he goes. His small-town charm is evident in the way he greets people, and in the conversational way that he weaves the stories of his life into his music.

In front of the bright lights and behind the microphone isnt where Morningstar feels most at home. Named the 2018 Texas Radio Songwriter of the Year, he and his Kristofferson signed guitar have knocked out melodies in dingy hotels all across the country. He’s written songs alongside Kendell Marvel, Channing Wilson, Autumn McEntire, and many more. Morningstar was also the writer of several Cody Jinks songs, including his #1 hit “Must Be The Whiskey.

His lyrics force listeners to sit up and pay attention, and his songs are always full of truth-bearing stories. The familial connection Morningstar forges with people continues long after his shows are over. Josh Morningstar has shared the stage with some of today’s most sought after folk and country artists, including Shooter Jennings, Cody Jinks, Tyler Childers, Todd Snider, Colter Wall, and Ward Davis. Morningstar continues to lead the charge on the front lines of a new wave of country music - one full of soulful honesty, the familiar and true twang of an old guitar, and provoking melodies that tattoo stories to the souls of the listeners. His ability to write about tragedies and victories enamor his tribe of self-proclaimed “Crazies”, and the best part of it all is that he’s just getting started.

Song writing credits with: Hayes Carll, Big Al Anderson (NRBQ), Kendell Marvel, Cody Jinks, Erin Enderlin, Autumn McEntire, Hannah Blaylock (Edens Edge), Sunny Sweeney, Ward Davis, Larry McCoy, Mark McGuinn, Billy Don Burns, Alex Williams, Channing WIlson, Wyatt Durette, Casper McWade, Steve Dean, Chris Gantry, John Berry, Sam Williams, Waylon Payne

Tour Dates

Thu, Sep 09

Bucks Bar and Grill

Venice, NE

Sat, Sep 11

Ryders Saloon

Henriette, MN

Music

Pullin’ Weeds

SommerSession

Damn These Birds

CME Artist Sessions

Sellout? Lyrics

The show last night was sold out
Wrote it large across the marquee
But tonight I’m hanging back down on the corner
Selling weed
I’m proof that what you’re looking at
Ain’t always what you see
Last night I played the Opry
But tonight I’m selling weed

In the alley by the Ryman, where the legends used to walk
Lie a hundred years of dead careers
Outlined in tears and chalk
I hate to pull the curtain back on everything you thought
But in this town it’s pray and pay to play
And number ones are bought
All them Nudie suits, guitar shaped pools, and
Big ol’ Cadillacs
Yet the stars don’t talk, the tricks they’ve turned
That got them where they’re at
Sometimes I hold a guitar, sometimes I hold a stash
Sometimes I sing his songs
Sometimes I take ol’ Johnnys cash
Quick as it comes it can go
You wanna know how I know?

The show last night was sold out
Wrote it large across the marquee
But tonight I’m hanging back down on the corner
Selling weed
I’m proof that what you’re looking at
Ain’t always what you see
Last night I played the Opry
But tonight I’m selling weed

There’s ghosts in all those houses down on sixth and seventeenth
If you listen close they’ll whisper
“Son, this shit ain’t what it seems”
They’ve heard the voice of angels
Watched the devil make his sales
To all dreamers, and the schemers
And the kings and queens that fell
They’ve seen them come, they’ve seen them go
The revolving door called Music Row

Repeat Chorus

You’ll try to find a different way to say the same old things
You’ll try to write a song that someone else might wanna sing
You’ll sacrifice your heart and soul for gold and stacks of green
Cause when they hear you on the radio
The folks back home ain’t gonna know
You’re bowing down
Bow down to the machine

The show last night was sold out
Wrote it large across the marquee
But tonight I’m hanging back down on the corner
Selling weed
I’m proof that what you’re looking at
Ain’t always what you see
Last night I played the Opry
But tonight I’m selling weed

The Plea Lyrics

Mama, this highways gonna kill me
Mama, I think my rose is wilting
With the kids and her alone while I’m so far from home
God, I feel so guilty
Mama, this highways gonna kill me
I hope the road that takes me there will always bring me back
But I guess whatever will be, will be
Mama, this highways gonna kill me

Woman, I wish I wouldn’t hurt you
Cause woman, it’s clear I don’t deserve you
I know it seems I only need you when I ain’t got nowhere else to turn to
Woman, I wish I wouldn’t hurt you
I’m sure there’s some relief in giving up and moving on
And sometimes it seems way too much to work through
But woman, I never meant to hurt you

Lord, I beg of you protect me
Cause lately I swear the devils out to get me
It ain’t a leap of faith to say he always preys on the unsuspecting
Lord, I beg of you protect me
Cause I can’t walk with you if the devils got my hand
So I ask you have my back and direct me
Jesus, I beg of you protect me
Jesus, don’t let them get me

Must Be The Whiskey Lyrics

No, I’m not going crazy
But lately
My head and my heart
Seem to be at least a million memories apart
My heart says to love you
My head says to run
It’s like my heart is too afraid to tell my head what it’s done
I know that it can never be the way that it was
Even though you’ll be the death of me
I can’t give you up
Too much is not enough
It’s not the love, it’s not the lust that grips me
Must Be The Whiskey

I’ve been drinking to remember and drinking to forget
I’ve got “I love you” on my mind
I’ve got Jim Beam on my breath
Loneliness has got the rest
Now I’ve got nothing left within me
Must Be The Whiskey

No, I’m not going crazy
But lately
These thoughts in my head
Are a whirlwind of a world of a million regrets
All the thing I should’ve done
All the things I could’ve said
All the pain that comes with hating the mess you’ve made of yourself
I know I’m chasing rainbows, thinking I could make it work
Cause the fact is that my actions spoke louder than my words
It only makes it worse-thinking of her
Thinking she’ll forgive me
Must Be The Whiskey

Repeat Chorus x2

Whole Lotta Crazy Lyrics

Ol’ Hank blew shots through a jukebox that didn’t have a record of his in it to play
Mr. John Cash would trash a hotel room just about every other day
When “The Possum” got to drinkin’ and blowin’ on cocaine
He’d walk around talking like Donald Duck
What?
All of my heroes followed the same credo-
“We don’t really give a fuck”
There’s plenty of us out here tryin’ to fill their shoes
But that’s a whole lotta crazy that you gotta live up to

They say that Waymore paid more than fifteen hundred dollars every single week
So he could go and love women, write songs with friends
And didn’t once have to ever go to sleep
Look out son, crazy Donnie Young’s got a gun and he’s waving it around
They put him on trial up in Ohio, for five whole years he went down
All of these stories that I’m saying are true
And that’s a whole lotta crazy that you gotta live up to

I’ve always been crazy
Now I think I’m going insane
No “if’s,” “and’s” or “maybe’s”-
My country heroes are to blame
Ain’t it a shame
I’m making my name and paying my dues
But that’s a whole lotta crazy that you gotta live up to

I heard Roger Miller liked to get pilled up
Then he’d start to feel up every woman at the bar
Ol’ Keith Whitley would drink a fifth of whiskey
Then he’d hit the Dickerson Pike racing his car
Merle might’ve been a “Ramblin’ Man”
But he was a gambling man
I understand the man liked the cards
Wouldn’t go and play his shows out in Vegas
No-he’s staying home, ducking the loan sharks
Women, guns, money, drugs
Pills and booze
That’s a whole lotta crazy that you’ve gotta live up to

I’ve always been crazy
But now I think I’m going insane
Though time might be different
If you listen the spirits the same
I’m making my name, paying my dues
Running these roads, spreading my truth
Doing my best to do what they’d do
That’s a whole lotta crazy
That you gotta live up to

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