John Martin "Marty" Stuart (born September 30, 1958) is an American country music singer-songwriter, known for both his traditional style, and eclectic merging of rockabilly, honky tonk, and traditional country music. In the early 1990s, he had a successful string of country hits.
Born in Philadelphia, Mississippi, Stuart is of French, English, Choctaw, and Colombian descent.
From an early age, he was obsessed with country music and taught himself how to play the guitar and mandolin. At the age of 12, Stuart started performing with the bluegrass group The Sullivan Family. He later met Lester Flatt bandmember Roland White. White invited Stuart to play with him and the Nashville Grass at the Labor Day gig in Delaware in 1972. After this, White asked him to join the band permanently and Stuart accepted. This made White responsible for the rest of Stuart's education. Fourteen-year-old Stuart appeared with the band on the final episode of the fifth season of Hee Haw. Marty stayed with Lester Flatt until Flatt broke up the band in 1978 due to his failing health.
Marty Stuart is an eponymous album, and the third solo studio album by country singer Marty Stuart, released in 1986 on Columbia, his only album with that label. He recorded a second album for Columbia titled Let There Be Country, which was not released until 1992.
The album features 9 songs, four of which were co-written by Stuart. The single "Arlene" made number 19 on Hot Country Songs in 1985. "Honky Tonker", "All Because of You", and "Do You Really Want My Lovin'" were also released.
There's just too much confusion, to get what's really
going on
The truth is lying out there, and it's covered up in
stone
I get a funny feeling that's been rolling 'round in me
I think it's time to tell you that it's time for me to
leave
It's been fun, it has been a gas
But it's goin' nowhere fast
Somebody call my number and get me on the phone
Lately I've been talking to myself, when I had me all
alone
Thinking I should start a fire and burn a bridge back
into town
It must be time to go back home
'Cause I miss having me around
It's almost real, it could've been a blast
But it's goin' nowhere fast
I'm on a roll so I'll keep rolling
Gaining ground on my control
While I need someone to lean on, a tender hand to hold
As I scramble cross the beckon call of my own heart's
command
I'll fade and disappear into a sea of sinking sand
Like a dark horse running from the past
I'm goin' nowhere fast
I'm a dark horse running through the past