“Welcome to Regrets” is a song that I wrote in 2014 with the great songwriter Pat Terry and my daughter Katie Furr, who gave me the original idea. One day she said, “Dad, I have an idea for a song—a tattoo parlor in Brooklyn where old hipsters can go to get their tattoos removed.” Great idea! So I set out to write it. Originally, I went for funny, and wrote all the “droopy tattoo” ideas you can imagine. When I pitched this to Pat when we were together for him to lead a workshop, he suggested it had some rich possibilities for a serious story song. I liked that. I prefer going for the non-obvious. But I was stuck after setting it up to find an ending.
Then I heard a real story that made the last verse. We had a couple in the church from Scotland (wife from England). He taught religion at the university here, she was a chaplain. She was fearless in walking in to care for people and bear gentle witness for the love of God for them, once even preaching alone in a men’s prison to inmates in a third world country. She told of a tattoo artist in Chicago who offered free removals to trafficked women caught in prostitution—it was a way pimp’s marked them. I looked up a newspaper account of it and just told the story imaginatively.
I was stuck, though. A lot to explain. So I called on my friend Pat, who wrote a lot of Nashville country songs for Travis Tritt, Tanya Tucker and others after he washed his hands of contemporary Christian music. He came up with verse one. It was brilliant. The song was done, a collaboration of three of us (four, counting Gwen, telling the story!). I simply paid attention to disparate bits of life and conversations that assembled themselves in a way that made heart sense to me. I am always looking for those bits and pieces out there, scanning to find them, hoping random things actually connect somehow. I do better with artistic listening than rational problem solving the cosmos. Maybe the humility. Evocative is better for my gifts than condensation.
I love the song, too. I love this song. A song of redemption. A child who turned out well.
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“Welcome to Regrets”
Gary Allison Furr, Pat Terry and Katie Furr
Gary Furr Music/BMI all rights reserved
There’s a storefront just off main street
I won it in a bet
I set up shop last August,
And I called the place “Regrets”
It’s a name that sounds depressing,
But you don’t know my story yet
Have a cup of coffee while I tell,
About the kind of service that I sell…
I used to be an artist, my canvas human skin
I tattooed tribal signs and
angel wings on people then.
But I figured there’s good money
Erasing youth’s mistakes
Names and skulls and botched attempts
at coiled up rattlesnakes.
CHORUS
Welcome to Regrets, where mistakes are burned away–
for a little pain and a lot of cash
you can leave the past to stay
I can take it off the outside
but that’s all I can do.
Your soul, your heart, and memories
Are up to you.
Some people knew just what they want
When they chose their art.
It sags and droops into their belts
But it still says who they are.
But some got drunk at Myrtle Beach
Didn’t see the harm
Now I take off the career killers
Slithering down their arms
CHORUS
Welcome to Regrets
Where mistakes are burned away
For a little pain and a lot of cash
You can leave the past to stay
I can take it off the outside
But that’s all I can do
Your soul, your heart, and memories
Are up to you.
A young girl comes to see me,
Can’t look me in the eye. Said
“My pimp said I belong to him
Until the day I die.
In the mirror there’s a bar code
On my neck, his mark on me.
But now I’ve got these children,
And I’m trying to be free.
CHORUS
Welcome to Regrets,
Where mistakes are burned away
This one’s on the house, dear
You can bury the past to stay
I’ll take it off the outside
That’s my gift to you.
All the rest from this day on
Is up to you.

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