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This Lyric is #050

My Best Guess
(c) Jana Pochop

Sometimes I feel like I’m an astronaut
Stuck in traffic in a parking lot
I’ve been to outer space, but I feel so common place
Barely moving in this parking lot

Sometimes I feel like I’m a magazine
A glossy page with nothing in between
I’m biographical but rarely factual
I’m just as deep as reading Seventeen

Chorus:
It’s not what I have; I don’t have much
It’s not what I need, I need less
I’m just worried about losing my way
I need a little faith in my best guess

I am an atlas that is old and worn
Came to this world with all my pages torn
I kind of know my way; it’s always hard to say
Things have shifted round since I was born

Sometimes I feel like I am poetry
Nobody ever gets the hang of me
I stop at every phrase and ponder it for days
Try to do my best with subtlety

Chorus:
It’s not what I have; I don’t have much
It’s not what I need, I need less
I’m just worried about losing my way
I need a little faith in my best guess

Could it be that I am in a war
Where no one knows just what they’re fighting for
More humanity, better humility
But all they’re doing is just keeping score

Chorus:
It’s not what I have; I don’t have much
It’s not what I need, I need less
I’m just worried about losing my way
A little faith, please

It’s not what I have; I don’t have much
It’s not what I need, I need less
I’m just worried about losing my way
I need a little faith in my best guess



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This Lyric is #051

Little Brown Bear
©Revised 2006,2001
Lyrics by Kaley Willow,ASCAP
Music by Harriet Ames,ASCAP & Kaley Willow

I sit so still on my small rocking chair
Lonely and sad, 'cause you are not there
I longingly look out the window for you
If I wasn't so brown....I'd really be blue

I know you're outside the door on the swings
Or climbing a tree doing little boy things
Tonight, like each night, you'll run up the stairs
You'll hug me so tight, 'cause I'm little brown bear...

Chorus
I'm your little brown bear, your little brown bear
And...you are my very best friend
Just like before, you'll race through the door
And we'll be together again

It's three o'clock and school should be out
I hear you coming with laughter and shouts
You'll change your clothes and pat my brown head
Toss me up in the air and we'll bounce on the bed

We'll go downstairs and get something to eat
I'll sit at the table in my very own seat
The telephone rings and you say "gotta go"
You've gone out to play, but there's something I know

Chorus
I'm your little brown bear, your little brown bear
And...you are my very best friend
Just like before, you'll race through the door
And we'll be together again

The years have flown by, and the times sure have changed
Though now on the back shelf, I hold in my pain......
College can't keep you; you'll soon be home
I know you'll come back...and I won't be alone

Bridge
I hear slower, thoughtful footsteps..then a pitter-pitter patter
It's been fifteen years...but time no longer matters
As your tiny son of two, who looks a lot like you
Reaches out for me.........
Now I'm his little brown bear

Chorus
I'm his little brown bear, his little brown bear
And....he is my very best friend
Like you before, he'll race through the door
And we'll be together again

We'll be together again................



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This Lyric is #052

Song Writer: Nikkole Hall
Song Title: Breathe

Palm Trees
Asphalt breeze
People pass me by
Cell phone talk
Everywhere you walk
Can you hear me cry?
Superstars
In their shinny cars
Under the California sky
Cute chicks
And the guys are slick
They say – enjoy it before you die

Chorus
But all I wanna do is…..
Breathe
All I wanna do is…….
Breathe

Heart beats
Chaos in the streets
No one sees inside
Pain so deep
Happiness can’t compete
No matter how hard I try

Chorus
Cause all I wanna do is…..
Breathe
All I wanna do is……
Breathe

Bridge
I wanna blow like the wind
Catch my breath again
Learn to live free from the voices within
Sail on the Seine
Run in the rain
I don’t wanna live life in vein

Just Breathe –breathe

Chorus
Cause all I wanna do is…..
Breathe
All I wanna do is……
Breathe




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This Lyric is #053

"HANK"
(c)2005 Lori Kelley
ASCAP Prancing Pony Pub.

Hank was doing the crossword puzzle and he says out loud,
“C-H-blank-blank-C-H, what’s missin’?”and his wife says, “You are!”
Ya might find Hank in the back yard with a six-pack and the dog and a cheap cigar,
But C-H-U-R-C-H is the one place he ain’t.

Hanks’ been married for seven years and when he talks, well, she don’t hear, but that’s okay, his dog is all ears.
And when he gets home there’s a tail a waggin’ and then he hears his honey naggin’ to wash up.
What does she mean? He’s already been licked clean.

Chorus
He don’t go to church with them, but sometimes he lifts his hands to pray.
And he prays, “Dear Lord, make me the man my dog thinks I am."
And old Rover, he runs over to play.

Just last night when Hank was turning off the light, to crawl into his bed with his wife, he could see her hiding in his spot.
When he nuzzled up so close, in the dark, nose to nose, a big wet tongue on the chin was all he got.

Chorus
He don’t go to church with them, but sometimes he lifts his hands to pray.
And he prays, “Dear Lord, make me the man my dog thinks I am."
And old Rover, he runs over to play.

Bridge:
That dog is a faithful friend and he ain’t hard to understand, like a certain person that Hank is married to.
And the both of them got things in common: Sports and beer, scratchin’, yawnin’ and hey look, Hank is hairy, too.

Chorus
He don’t go to church with them, but sometimes he lifts his hands.
“Dear Lord, make me the man my dog thinks I am."
And old Rover, he runs over to play.




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This lyric is #054

Title' "If it's not alot"
Justin Hauser

Paradise is many things to many people
But I don't believe what we have ain't enough.
I've worked my whole life on poor mans wages
We've always made it through when times were tough

I've heard people say they need more money
But does anyone ever know what they've got?
If the question's posed to me, I know I'm damn sure,
We've got enough, if it's not alot.

(Chorus)
If it's not alot in your opinion,
Keep your opinion to yourself.
Time's been good to me,
I've got no worries on my shelf.
I've got a wife and daughter,
A yard where we can play.
A house that's a little older,
We make home, day by day.
There's a creek we swim in,
If it ever get's too hot.
We've got enough, if it's not alot.

I look back when I was young, and things were simple
When you could still judge a man by his word
Before bank rolls, fast cars, and big houses
Became what we use to figure one mans worth


(Bridge)
There's no need to worry, We've always made it through
There's no need to hurry, If we keep doin' what we do
As a family we are stronger, Than anything that can be bought
We've got enough, if it's not alot.


(Repeat Chorus)

COPYRIGHT........JUSTIN HAUSER.



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This Lyric is #055

So Many Young Men
Matthew Temple
Copyright 2004

Well beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
Lay me to rest at the break of the dawn
Then take yourselves home to the land of our fathers
An tell the young mother her true love is gone

Now listen my brothers don’t weep at my passing
It’s a price we all knew we could pay in the end
Our measure of honor’s our measure of freedom
If it’s ours to enjoy then it’s ours to defend

Chorus
I would not have left her for the arms of another
For glory adventure or the promise of gold
But my country had called me to fight for her freedom
Like so many young men who’ll never grow old

So on that spring morning I left my possessions
The woman I loved and a baby unborn
And sailed with my brothers to the land of oppression
To fight for the freedom of a people forlorned

As we did battle through the smoke and the shadow
We watched as our comrades fell one by one
I knew that by morning my sprit would leave me
Before the dawn broke my life would be done

So beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
Lay me to rest at the break of the dawn
Then take yourselves home to the land of our fathers
An tell the young mother her true love is gone

I would not have left her for the arms of another
For glory adventure or the promise of gold
But my country had called me to fight for her freedom
Like so many young men who’ll never grow old


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This Lyric is #056

MISERY
(C) 2005 Billie Burke Estate
If I was lost in the middle of nowhere
Running out of gas with two flat tires
It could be raining, angry headlights gaining,
From some off duty trooper who wants to stick it to queers
Well I’d rather be there than here
At least I’d understand the fear
‘Cause the only thing that’s really clear:

This must be misery
I never knew love could feel so bad
This must be misery
Even the sunshine makes me sad

I’d rather be stranded on a desert island
No food, no water, just a tidal wave
I prefer imminent destruction by volcanic eruption
Whether I burn while I’m drowning or drown while I burn
Beats the pants off crawling round like a worm
Yes I know I’ve got a lot to learn
And there’s evidence wherever I turn

This must be misery
I just can’t take this anymore
This must be misery
I can’t stop digging my tongue in the sore
This must be misery
Another prisoner of war

From the day you moved in with me
(That day lives in infamy)
You’ve had it in for me.
You took me to the mountaintop
I begged you not to stop…
So you did
You made me a slave for you
I always behave for you
I dug my grave for you
You killed the last of my pride
You say your love has died
You got a guy on the side
You bend me over, I open wide

If I was on a tightrope over a shark tank
Riding a unicycle set on fire
Throw in a stiff wind, a tap-dancing elephant
Tip-toeing over to jump in my arms
This would be ecstasy compared to the harm
Wind chimes compared to your fire alarm
I got my heartburn to keep me warm

This must be misery
It killed me to find my love was true
This must be misery
I didn’t know one and one was blue
This must be misery
It’s always darkest, so where’s the dawn?
This must be misery
Yes this is the end but it goes on and on and on


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This Lyric is #057

Yard Sale
Sherrin Frances, c2006

China cups line the street
On velvet chairs and folded sheets
With broken lamps and broken shoes
And broken mugs and honey spoons.

Rifle through a box or two.
Everything must go.

Poker chips to play the odds,
A telescope to name the stars,
Warn out books with broken spines,
A broken clock with worn out time.

Rifle through a box or two.
Everything must go.

Only glass in the photo frames,
The faces there have been packed away.

Rifle through a box or two,
Everything must go.
Everything must go.



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This Lyric is #058

THE WAR IS OVER
SUSIE BREIDENBACH
© 2003


BOMBS ARE FLYING, BAGDHAD HAS FALLEN
BUT WHERE ARE THESE WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION?
WAS THIS A THREAT OR DID WE GO TO WAR
JUST SO OUR GOVERNMENT COULD EVEN THE SCORE
NOW YOU CAN SAY I'M NOT PATRIOTIC
BUT THAT WOULD BE WRONG, I LOVE MY COUNTRY
THIS IS THE BEST PLACE TO LIVE IN THE WORLD
I'M PROUD AS CAN BE WHEN THAT FLAG IS UNFURLED
BUT DID WE DO THIS FOR OIL PRODUCTION?
COULD THIS BE A CASE OF JUSTICE OBSTRUCTION?
HOW MANY LIVES WILL HAVE TO BE LOST?
HOW MUCH DEVASTATION ...WHAT IS THE COST?

CHORUS:
THE WAR IS OVER SO LET'S GET GOING
THE FEAR AND HATRED JUST KEEP GROWING
THE WAR IS OVER SO LET'S GET MOVING
PRECIOUS TIME IS WHAT WE'RE LOSING
THE WAR IS OVER SO LET'S GET GOING
THE FEAR AND HATRED JUST KEEP GROWING
THE WAR IS OVER SO LET'S GET MOVING
PRECIOUS LIVES ARE WHAT WE'RE LOSING


WHEN I HEAR ON THE NEWS THAT THEY COULDA BEEN LYIN
I THINK OF ALL THE TROOPS OVER THERE THAT ARE STILL DYIN
LIKE THE YOUNG SOLDIER WHO FELL TO A SNIPER
WHO CAME OUT OF NOWHERE LIKE A SAND VIPER
HE WAS 22 AND HE STUCK TO REGULATIONS
HE ALWAYS STOOD AT ATTENTION WITHOUT HESITATION
HE WAS GUNNED DOWN ON THE CAMPUS AFTER BUYING A DRINK
IT HAPPENED SO FAST IT JUST MAKES YOU THINK
THEY SHOULDA BEEN HOME LONG BEFORE
THIS MAJOR COMBAT TURNED INTO GUERRILLA WAR
CHARLIE COMPANY FIGHTS WITH NO END IN SIGHT
WHILE THE GOVERNMENT STILL THINK'S THIS IS RIGHT

CHORUS:
THE WAR IS OVER SO LET'S GET GOING
THE FEAR AND HATRED JUST KEEP GROWING
THE WAR IS OVER SO LET'S GET MOVING
PRECIOUS TIME IS WHAT WE'RE LOSING
THE WAR IS OVER SO LET'S GET GOING
THE FEAR AND HATRED JUST KEEP GROWING
THE WAR IS OVER SO LET'S GET MOVING
PRECIOUS LIVES ARE WHAT WE'RE LOSING

THERE'S A WAR AFTER THE WAR AND THIS AIN'T OVER
AFTER THE HOT SAND COMES THE SICKENING ODOR
OF A HOSPITAL DISINFECTANT,POCKETS OF RESISTANCE
BETWEEN THE LIFE THEY HAVE NOW AND THEIR FORMER EXISTANCE
HE RIPS THE HOSPITAL ID BAND FROM HIS WRIST
HE CRUMPLES IT UP AND SHAKES HIS ANGRY FIST
IN FRUSTRATION HE WONDERS HOW HE'LL GO ON
BUT WHEN HE WAS NEEDED FOR HIS COUNTRY HE ANSWERED THE CALL
ITS PRETTY CLEAR SOME DIDN'T WANT US HERE
IT'S NOT LIKE WE'RE BLAZING SOME NEW FRONTIER
WE SHOULD DEFEND OUR COUNTRY, THAT MUCH IS TRUE
WE DID WHAT WE CAME FOR; NOW WE'RE THROUGH

CHORUS:
THE WAR IS OVER SO LET'S GET GOING
THE FEAR AND HATRED JUST KEEP GROWING
THE WAR IS OVER SO LET'S GET MOVING
PRECIOUS TIME IS WHAT WE'RE LOSING
THE WAR IS OVER SO LET'S GET GOING
THE FEAR AND HATRED JUST KEEP GROWING
THE WAR IS OVER SO LET'S GET MOVING
PRECIOUS LIVES ARE WHAT WE'RE LOSING

THE WAR IS OVER THERE'S NO MORE COMBAT
BUT YOU STILL NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU'RE GONNA GET SHOT AT
YOU FIGHT CAUSE YOU'RE THERE FOR THE U.S.OF A.
ANOTHER BOMB KILLED A U.S. SOLDIER TODAY

(REPEAT CHORUS)



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This Lyric is #059

Before These Jeans Were Faded
© 2006 Russ Bonagura


It’s 4am again, I’ve forgotten you were gone
Your scent is still on the pillow and I left your night-lite on
I drank myself to sleep, knowing nothing is gonna change
As the breeze comes through the bedroom
I keep whispering your name

Does anybody know where she’s been?

I’m sleepin’ in my clothes, there’s a ringin’ in my ear
A fool is staring back at me in the mirror
I’m not seeing straight ‘cause the only thing that’s clear
Is before these jeans were faded you were here
Before these jeans were faded you were here

It’s been almost a year, since I first woke up alone
I feel so disconnected from the life that I had known
The nights are getting worse, baby I know I was wrong
And you took all the pictures, left me in this house alone

Can anybody tell her I’ve changed?

I’m sleepin’ in my clothes, there’s a ringin’ in my ear
A fool is staring back at me in the mirror
I’m not seeing straight ‘cause the only thing that’s clear
Is before these jeans were faded you were here
Before these jeans were faded you were here

I know someday, you’ll find your way to me
Before I’ve faded…


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This Lyric is #060

Being Me by: Robin Dellinger
copywrited @1980
Why am I sittin here,thinkin bout those lonely nights
I held you near,I love you dear.

I miss you and you miss me ,so why don't we
keep each other company,
and why cant you see, I'm just being me.

You left me or so it seems, I got
nowhere to share my dreams
Just an old guitar and some battle scars.

And these three guys over to my left,
I know you think they're in for theft
of your husbands mind,but don't
be blind, I'm just being me.

You're probably thinkin that this song is just for you.
You don't know the half of it it's true.
Why can't we learn to live and just let things be,
Like being free, so far away from me.

Why did you sigh,why did you lie,
and why did you cry when I died.

Now we been talking about the V,
You know just what she means to me
Well I hope you know, I hope you aint that slow

Sittin here cryin, grinding out a tune,
a dark black night ,I'm lookin at the moon
and it aint no fun, being on the run
from just being me.

Why am I sittin here thinkin bout those lonely
nights I held you near, I loved you dear

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This Lyric is #061

FALLING DOWN
©2006 Scott Mosher/Allroundniceguy music
- from the CD, Deep Horizon (2006)

scenes from my imagination
haunt me in a way
i’m standing in the rain but i can’t find the ground
paralyzed by thoughts i can’t see
this stabbing that i feel
your killing me is real

when all is said and done
i remember better times
we walked down different roads
but stood on common ground
all that’s come before
we spoke what’s on our mind
we shared a secret bond
i thought we’d never break or find

falling down - when life gets in the way
like a fading memory - it’s tearing us apart
we’re reaching out - there’s nothing left to say
there’s no turning back - from secrets in the dark

find another way
i’m standing in the rain but i can’t hear a sound
compromised by thoughts i can’t leave
these dreams that i fear
make me disappear

when all is said and done
and lost in distant time
we kept our separate lives
but stood on common ground
what has come before
we left back in our past
we shared a sacred trust
but found it couldn’t last

falling down - when life gets in the way
like a fading memory - it’s tearing us apart
we’re reaching out - there’s nothing left to say
there’s no turning back - the secrets in the dark
we’re falling down - from all we’ve ever known
leave it all behind - and now we walk alone



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This Lyric is #062

WE’VE GOT SOUL
(Gibson and Mileti @2006)


I WAS AT THIS PARTY LATE ONE NIGHT
MY FRIEND STARTED TALKING, HE WAS WOUND PRETTY TIGHT
HE SAID PEOPLE DON’T CARE ABOUT PEOPLE NO MORE
THEY BOLT THEIR SHUTTERS DOWN AND LOCK THEIR DOORS
I SAID I HATE TO DISAGREE
BUT THAT’S NOT THE WORLD I SEE

I’VE SEEN PEOPLE COME TOGETHER FOR A LITTLE SICK CHILD
PUT A HAND OUT TO A FAMILY IN NEED
TEACHERS WHO STAY AFTER CLASS
TO HELP OUT A CHILD WHO COULD NOT READ
FOR EVERYTIME THIS WORLD SEEMS HOPELESS
THERE ARE DEEDS OF GOOD UNTOLD
I STILL BELIEVE, I STILL BELIEVE, I STILL BELIEVE
WE”VE GOT SOUL

I HADN’T SEEN THAT GUY FOR QUITE A SPELL
BETWEEN THAT TIME THE TOWERS FELL
HE SAID AS MUCH AS I HATE TO ADMIT YOU’RE RIGHT
I HAVE FINALLY SEEN THE LIGHT
CAUSE I’VE WITNESSED IT FIRST HAND
THE GOOD OF FELLOW MAN

I’VE SEEN PEOPLE DIE UNSEFISHLY
GIVE THERE ALL FOR YOU AND ME
I’VE SEEN HEROES EVERYWHERE
THAT I NEVER KNEW WERE THERE
FOR EVERYTIME THIS WORLD SEEMS HEARTLESS
THERE ARE DEEDS OF GOOD UNTOLD
I STILL BELIEVE, I STILL BELIEVE, I STILL BELIEVE
WE’VE GOT SOUL…………..I STILL BELIEVE WE’VE GOT SOUL.

GIBSON & MILETI @2006



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This Lyric is #063

You Are Like The Rain
© 2006 by Clint Anglin

Your beauty is a secret to you,
But it is so clear to me:
A beacon bright in the dark of night,
For this lost ship at sea.
The sound of your voice
Is like the sparrow’s song;
The golden light in your eyes
Is like the sky at dawn.

You are a path through the wilderness,
A fire when the world is cold,
You are food for this hunger in my soul.
When my heart is desert dry
And filled with searing pain,
You are a cool gentle rain;
You are like the gentle falling rain.

I have no wish for fortune,
No desire for power or fame;
I have all I want or need
When you softly speak my name.
Every time I see your face
My cares simply float away
On the river of forgetfulness
To the sea of yesterday.

You are a path through the wilderness,
A fire when the world is cold,
You are food for the hunger in my soul.
When my heart is desert dry
And filled with searing pain,
You are the cool gentle rain;
You are like a gentle falling rain.

For you I will be a crystal mirror
So your beauty you can know;
I will be a mountain fortress
Where you can always go.
When you are sad and lonely
I will come to hold your hand;
When you’re adrift upon the ocean,
I will be dry land.

You are a path through the wilderness,
A fire when the world is cold,
You are food for this hunger in my soul.
When my heart is desert dry
And filled with searing pain,
You are a cool gentle rain;
You are like the gentle falling rain.




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This Lyric is #064

ARE YOU READY FOR THE JUDGMENT
Copywrite 2004/Ric Ledford


I can see the storm clouds rising
across a nation in despair
Morals and ethics have crumbled
is there anyone left who cares
When I read the morning paper
or I watch the evening news
I can hardly stand the thought
are we surely doomed

(Chorus)
Are you ready for the judgment
Will you stand before His throne
Will you be among the chosen
when we’re finally called home?
God has given us direction
His Commandments to obey
So here’s my only question,
are you ready for the judgment day?

(Instrumental Break)

I see brother against brother
race against race
People with no direction
blank stares across their face
I am thankful for salvation
Gods mercy and His love
And I know that I am going home
when the final judgment comes

Repeat chorus



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This Lyric is #065

I Travel Alone
---------------
by Evan Walter

I travel alone
I always pack light
I'll see you in the morning
I'll be leaving by night
I won't stay too long
I won't settle in
Don't wanna leave traces
of where I have been
I know every road
From here to the sea
I know every rest stop
where the resting is free
I know the wide prairie
like part of my soul
When I'm out there
I'm part of the whole


Got no yearning to ramble
'bout what's in my head
My sorrows are cured
by the journey ahead
Late nights by a campfire
and evening's cool breeze
I worship God's gardens
His hills and His trees
Please don't miss me
when I'm no longer here
I might be far away
but my spirit is near
I travel alone
I travel my way
I'm gone when the sun's up
I'll return here someday

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This Lyric is #066

"HAM For The HOLIDAYS"

Sound Copyright 2005,
Song Copyright 2003, ASCAP
Lynn Julian, LynnJulian.com, Julian@LynnJulian.com

Frosty morning sunrise,
leaves are gonna' fall.
Holidays are coming,
this turkey's feeling small ...

VERSE
My mother told the story
of how Grandma was whacked.
She crept into the kitchen
and saw her on a rack.
Feathers plucked, all full of stuff,
she was lying in the buff.
Worst of all, no head was looking back!

CHORUS
Why can't everyone have ham for the holidays?
Why can't everyone have pork with their pies?
I guess I'll never know. I guess I'll never grow.
Guess I should learn how to fly...

VERSE II
I wake up to the laughter
from the old pig pen.
He knows it's me they're after.
He's teasing me again!
Isn't PORK "The *other* white meat?," I recall...
Now the pig is silent in his stall!

I've heard that there's savior in religion. In India, the cow's a sacred beast.
But my faith is low. I'm feelin' fat.
I look silly in this pilgrim hat.
No Hindu's gonna' save me from this feast!

CHORUS
Why can't everyone have ham for the holidays?
Why can't everyone have pork with their pies?
I guess I'll never know. I guess I'll never grow.
Guess I should learn how to fly...

BRIDGE
Why can't life be like "A Christmas Story?" I'd sing "Fa Ra Ra Ra Ra" and be in luck!
Then, I'd only model for the pictures and they would all be drooling at the duck!

VERSE III
But life is never just like in the movies.
I've been gettting overfed for days.
I'm plucking out my feathers in a frenzy...
Why is it Jews don't eat pork anyway?

Last night the barn fell silent.
I've wondered what was wrong.
Just like my Mom before me,
I'll sneek into their home.
Feathers shakin', chance is taken.
Why do I think I smell bacon?
Oh my God, the pig is in the stove!

CHORUS
Why can't everyone have ham for the holidays?
Why can't everyone have pork with their pies?
Sure pigs are cleaner and they're smarter, but juicier for roasting, turkey's dry!
At least this much I know, I guess this year, I'll grow.
Next year, I'll learn how to fly...

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This Lyric is #067

It's The Music That I Love
Bob Lever

V1
Somewhere down this road,
I'm gonna find a place where I can call home,
Don't know when, don't know where,
This journey's gonna end.
Many a mile on these old boots,
Like me, there a little worn,
A little rough around the edges,
souls are thin and torn.

Chorus
But they'll get me to the next town,
to another honky tonk,
where I can sing and play a song for you,
It's the music that I love.

V2
I love to hear that old jukebox,
play the songs about my life,
listen to the old men's stories,
before they go home to there wives,
Drowning there lives in a glass of beer,
talking about there dreams,
they've been dreaming about who they wanted to be,
in life's grand scheme.

Chorus
But just get me to the next town,
to another honky tonk,
where I can sing and play a song for you,
It's the music, that I love.

Bridge
Playing those honky tonks down the road of life,
many lessons to be learned,
gotta pick and chose who to listen to,
you might just get burned,
You gotta be cardful when you live the kind of life that I lead,
You just might end up being the man,
that you don't want to be.

V3
Playing those honky tonks down the road of life,
singing my simple songs,
let me play and sing a song for you,
It's the music that I love
somewhere down this road,
I'm gonna find a place that I can call home,
don't know when, don't know where,
my journeys gonna end.

tag
Don't know when, don't know where,
my journey's gonna end.


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This Lyric is #068


The Family Tree

Well I shook the branches
of the family tree
and I felt the "leaves of love"
falling down on me
they were falling all around me.

From a tiny little bud
we all did grow
from the "seeds of love"
that the family tree did sew
the family tree did sew.

chorus: Well..some chose sun
and some chose shade
some rocky ground
until we found our way
but the roots keep growin
till this very day
they're reaching out
to this very day.

The gifts we were given
from the eldest trees
was the gift of shelter and stability.
while the others held us up
to the stars
so we could dream dreams
of near and far.
And the little ones remind us
to bend and dance.
and that there's always hope
if we just give hope a chance.

chorus:well some chose sun
some chose shade
some rocky ground
till we found our way
but the roots keep growin
to this very day
they're reachin out
to this very day

The thing that connects us all you see
to this one big Forest of Humanity
is we were made by the same Creator
you and me.

So keep on going and growin
and do your best
until it's your time
to lay down and rest
your time to go back to the earth
and help the Family Tree...
keep growin...
thru life, death and birth.

Chorus:well, some chose sun
and some chose shade
some rocky ground
till we found our way
but the roots keep growin
to this very day
they're reachin out
to this very day.

Yes...I shook the branches of the Family Tree
and I felt the Leaves of Love...
falling down on me.....
they were falling
all around me.

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This Lyric is #069

TOKYO HOTEL BLUES

(c)2002 by John Vaughan
All Rights Reserved / GEMA

A bellboy slips tomorrow's paper underneath your door
The view is very cool from the fourteen millionth floor
The window it won't open so you don't hear a sound
Down below the neon glows you're miles from the ground
Lights blink on the skyline twinkle like the stars
You feel like David Bowie on the way to Mars

Chorus
But you can get tired of those highway things
Another night in a double room you share with Larry King
You'd like to get home to your wife and your life
What do you do two a.m. Tokyo hotel blues

The road can be a friend and it can be a bitch
Sometimes it's a real fine line figuring out just which
Get this trip behind you that's what you really need
Not another smiling waitress with a menu you can't read
Jet lag is a demon it cracks the whip and grins
So you pour some more witches brew while the pill is kicking in


Yeah, you can get tired of these highway things
Another night in a double room you share with Larry King
You'd like to get home to your wife and your life
What do you do two a.m. Tokyo hotel blues




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This Lyric is #070

Missin' You
Jak Kelly © 2003

I can’t find a better word for lonely.
But I think about it almost all the time.
When you’re not around,
I’m lost , but can be found.
All alone, in my room,
Just missin’ you.

For many years, I took our love for granted.
I know I didn’t always meet your needs.
I didn’t read the signs,
Now it haunts me all the time.
All alone, in my room,
Just missin’ you.

I know so many times,
You wanted just to tell me.
But I didn’t hear the things
You had to say.
Now the die is cast.
My hand is dealt.
But I’m not at the table.
I’m all alone, in my room,
Just missin’ you.

(break)
repeat chorus

Now if you ever, feel the need,
to get together.
And if you ever need a lovin’ hand to hold.
You know right where to find me.
You can just pick up the phone,
‘Cause I’ll be here, in my room,
Just missin you.
Yes I’ll be here, in my room,
Just missin you.




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This Lyric is #071

My Back Yard
Music & Lyrics by Krisanthi Pappas
©2000 Krisanthi-To-Mum Music Publishing / ASCAP

Verse 1: Back when I, was a little girl,

My back yard was the whole wide world,

And I would dream, of spotlights in the clouds,

Friendly trees, became applauding crowds.

And the creaking of the swing set always seemed to chant my name,

So I would stand upon a rock to face my fenced in fame, and

Chorus: I used to sing in my back yard, before my heart was scarred,

And only the birds were there to please.

I think I’ll sing in my back yard, and if my life gets hard,

I’ll just keep singing to the rhythm of the breeze.

Verse 2: As time went on, singing songs became my trade.

The nights were long, but the bills were always paid.

To reach the top, deep down I knew I could,

I met Mr. Slick, and Mr. Hollywood.

They said “Now pack your songs up, move your dreams right into town”,

Their promises to bring me up, would only bring me down, but

Chorus: I used to sing in my back yard, before my heart was scarred,

And only the birds were there to please.

I think I’ll sing in my back yard, and if my life gets hard,

I’ll just keep singing to the rhythm of the breeze.

Bridge: When did all the leaves begin to fall in my back yard,

How could such a joy become such hell,

Someday when I’m riding high and people want to know,

Why it’s in my blood then I will tell, that

Chorus: I used to sing in my back yard, before my heart was scarred,

And only the birds were there to please.

I think I’ll sing in my back yard, and if my life gets hard,

I’ll just keep singing to the rhythm of the breeze.

I’ll just keep singing to the rhythm of the breeze.

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This Lyric is # 072


Louise "Goody" Haines
----------------------


HEADED HOME


Now I know, I'm headed home...to my baby.

I've been away...So very long.

I know he'll be there waiting...with his arms wide open

I'm headed home, my baby...I'm headed home.


I knew at seventeen I was gonna wander.
For adventure and to find myself some fame.
But I hooked up with a man... who wanted just a someone.
I had a child but when I left, all I had was my name.

CHORUS:

(Instrumental Break)


I'm Headed Home, my baby...I'm headed home.


And there were times that I thought it was the end of the line.
I did some wrongs and don't you know...I did some time.
But through the missed years... and all of the lost tears,
My child is waiting...
Yes he's waiting for mama, his mama to return.

CHORUS:

I'm Headed Home, my baby...I'm headed home.




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This Lyric is #073

Just To Be With You

Copyright 2005 Steve Humes


I 've heard it said............

That folks learn best

From pain and loss of money

I know its true

Cause I've learned so much

from you honey

But I'd walk on fire and broken glass

Spend my last dime and write hot checks

Grab hold of an electric fence

Just to be with you............


I 've heard it said............

That love is a game

That guys like me can never win

I know its true

I’ve played the game

with you again

But I'd gamble everything I ever owned

To re-live the chances I had blown

If I could only have you know

Just how I care for you

CHORUS

It just puzzles me

How you cannot see

The love I show you daily

But maybe one day

You might say

I'm glad that

You are crazy..............

About me...............

VERSE

I 've heard it said............

That if you love someone

Then you could go and set them free

I know its true

Thats what I've had to do

With you and me

But I'll never let you go too far

Without you life would be too hard

And wouldn't be worth living

If I had to live without you

CHORUS

It just puzzles me

How you cannot see

The love I show you daily

But maybe one day

You might say

I'm glad that

You stayed crazy.........

About me...........

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This Lyric is #074


Don't Make Me A Hero

copyright 2005
Kevin Wright
(Florida Ranger)

My life is filled with heros, that I have never seen before,
there are those who serve on the homefront, and those who've gone to war.
Soldiers, sailors, policemen, firemen, nurses, the EMT,
those who do their duty, to keep me safe and free.

And they are all just doing their jobs, and I never hear them complain,
yet each time that I see one, I hear this refrain:

What would it take to persuade you, to put your life upon the line?
If I gave you ten million dollars, would you give your life for mine?
If I gave you pretty cheerleaders, a mansion, a family, a luxury car,
and added to that a cheering crowd, and the title "SUPERSTAR."

When you signed on the dotted line,
I think you knew there would come this day,
but you did not know that it would be me,
for whom you'd brave the fire to save.

And as you lay there dying,
I witnessed your final request:
"Don't make me a hero."
You said with you final breath.

Good bye, Ranger Tillman, it is the hardest thing I'll ever do...
Whatever it takes, no matter the cost...
I won't make a hero out of you.

Instead, Instead, Instead....
My life is filled with heros, that I have never seen before,
there are those who serve on the homefront, and those who've gone to war.
Soldiers, sailors, policemen, firemen, nurses, the EMT,
those who do their duty, to keep me safe and free.

And they are all just doing their jobs, and I never hear them complain,
yet each time that I see one, I hear this refrain:

What would it take to persuade you, to put your life upon the line?
If I gave you ten million dollars, would you give your life for mine?
If I gave you pretty cheerleaders, a mansion, a family, a luxury car,
and added to that a cheering crowd, and the title "SUPERSTAR."




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This Lyric is # 075

Respect Is The Key
Kevin Mulderig
Sun sets over the mountain
Waves roll in on the shore
I breathe deep and I wonder
Do we stand at the door?

As we go into the future
What kind of world will it be?
Our children need the message
Respect is the key

Chorus:
You got to teach them while they’re young
Before the song is sung
You only get one planet
You only get one sun

The river’s thick with oil
Toxic waste in the soil
Exhaust chokes my eyes
Another rain forest dies

The world is full of ruins
Civilizations gone by
The same mystery surrounds them
How did these people die?

They were farmers and builders
They ruled the land and the sea
The one thing that they forgot
Respect is the key

Chorus:
You got to teach them while they’re young
Before the song is sung
You only get one planet
You only get one sun

Could it be global warming
Sets the sharks to swarming?
Highways littered with trash
Cigarette butts and glass


The sun comes over the mountain
Waves roll in on the beach
I breathe deep and realize
The solution’s in reach

We need to work together
And we can open the doors
I’ll tell it to my kids
You tell it to yours

Chorus:
You got to teach them while they’re young
If we’re to have an affect
You only get one future
Treat it with respect

You got to teach them while they’re young
Before the song is sung
You only get one planet
You only get one sun


Respect the world around you
Respect the flowers and trees
Respect the air you’re breathing
Respect is the key


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This Lyric is #076

Creed

c. 1999, E. Muller

199It’s a fire’s foe
It’s a mystic show.
Beneath the willow tree
Swimming the endless sea.
A symbol or a truth?
A message out to sooth?
What is it all about?
What is it out to prove?

It’s the meaning of
The future’s sight above.
A view when told aloud
Will make the mystics proud.
The mountain’s view of fate.
History, pre or late?
When they speak they’ll know
Its myth they shall abate.

[Chorus]
I don’t know
What is so?
I don’t know
Where to go

(verse)
As the masses cry
Their story passes by.
through hands that seek to rule
through minds of common school.
For healing or control?
For meaning or their soul?
What are they all about?
What do they want to prove?

[Chorus]
I don’t know
What is so?
I don’t know
Where to go

[Bridge]
There is more than one way.
They say only one way is the right way.
How do I know which is the right way?
How do I know, there is even a right way?


(verse)

And then a speech is heard
without one spoken word.
And when the class is taught
A shadow dance is caught.
Forever dancing free
within the forestry.
The willows catch the breeze
They’re swaying forth to please.

What does this feeling mean?
How does it feed the scene?
A complex networking
Leading to a crossing.
Which way to turn and lead,
the racing mind of creed.
A bland awareness meets
a true knowing freed.


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This Lyric is #077

Give me reasons
copyrighted - Lewis Hallam

Give me a reason to fight
Take away my sword and knife
And give me a shield to defend
And a reason not to take my life... again

Cursed to the bone
And taken back home
Give me another chance
I wish to fight

Give me a reason
To commit treason
As i will only fight
For a right

Give me a reason to fight
Take away my sword and knife
And give me a shield to defend
And a reason not to take my life... again


And when the sun sets down on me...
And i am the only one left....
You will be destroyed by society....
Be cursed to a lifetime of agony

And as i watch the sunset fall
I look into your eyes
And i realise....
its for you i fight...


Give me a reason to fight
Take away my sword and knife
And give me a shield to defend
And a reason not to take my life... again



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This Lyric is #078

Shining In Your Grace
©2005 Amelia Rose

(V)
I fell asleep to summer's breeze
Drifting through my room
It carried me on a golden path
And led me straight to You
I felt a warmth I'd never known
A sweet tenderness inside
Standing face to face with Glory
Had me mesmerized...

(Ch)
In the beauty of Your light
And all the love within Your eyes
I was a perfect soul...shining in Your grace
Every moment of my life
Had led me to this night
I was a perfect soul...shining in Your grace

(V)
You held me close and said, "Hello"
"I'm so glad you're here"
And all the answers I once longed for
Were suddenly so clear
When I looked back at my old life
Every piece fit perfectly
I understood the greatest plan
You prepared for me...

(Ch)
In the beauty of Your light
And all the love within Your eyes
I was a perfect soul...shining in Your grace
Every moment of my life
Had led me to this night
I was a perfect soul...shining in Your grace

(Br)
Lord, I know it was just a dream
But every inch of me believes
Someday when You say it's time
I'll have my chance to shine...

(Ch)
In the beauty of Your light
And all the love within Your eyes
I'll be a perfect soul...shining in Your grace
Every moment of my life
Is leading to that night
When I'll be a perfect soul...shining in Your grace

(Tag)
Oh, every moment of my life
Is leading to that night
When I am a perfect soul...shining in Your grace

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This Lyric is #079

ALL-AMERICAN HIGH
Jim Mason C/P 2005 Big Bucket Pub. ASCAP All Rights Reserved

THERE'S DIPLOMATIC STRIFE
IN OUR DEMOCRATIC LIFE
OUR COUNTRY'S HEART
HAS BEEN CUT RIGHT THRU
BY A BUREAUCRATIC KNIFE....
OOH, WE BEEN BUSHWHACKED

THERE'S A MONUMENTAL SHIFT
TO THE CONTINENTAL DRIFT
AN ELEMENTAL, DETRIMENTAL,
FUNDAMENTAL RIFT
OOH, WE BEEN BUSHWHACKED

CAUSE IT WAS SPECULATED
WE WERE OBLIGATED
SO WE FORMULATED AND PONTIFICATED
INVESTIGATED, INTIMIDATED,
VIOLATED AND MANIPULATED
CONGREGATED, DEMONSTRATED,
LIBERATED AND CONFISCATED
DEVASTATED AND OBLITERATED.....
CHORUS
AN' NOW THE EAGLE FLIES
THRU STORMY SKIES
MIGHTY WINGS BEAR A MOURNFUL CRY... TELL ME
WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO
ABOUT THIS ALL-AMERICAN HIGH...

NOW IT SHOULD COME AS NO SURPRISE
'CAUSE IT'S RIGHT BEFORE OUR EYES
OUR RELATIONSHIP TO THE GOV'T
IS BUILT ON SYSTEMATIC LIES
OOH .... BUSHWACKED
SO ARE WE GONNA TAKE A STAND,
CAN WE COME UP WITH A PLAN
OR DO WE SIT AROUND, WATCH IT ALL GO DOWN
WITH OUR FUTURE IN HIS HANDS
CHORUS--'CAUSE N0W THE EAGLE FLIES
THRU STORMY SKIES,
MIGHTY WINGS BEAR A MOURNFUL CRY, TELL ME
WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO
ABOUT THIS ALL-AMERICAN HIGH.....

SO LET ME STATE A POINT OF FACT
WE WANT OUR COUNTRY BACK
SO LET'S PULL THE TROOPS
ALL THE RAW RECRUITS
AND GET THE HELL OUT OF IRAQ
CHORUS -- AN' NOW THE EAGLE FLIES
THRU STORMY SKIES
MIGHTY WINGS BEAR A MOURNFUL CRY, TELL ME
WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO
ABOUT THIS ALL-AMERICAN HIGH




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This Lyric is #080

Wanderlust
(c) 2005 Scott W. Campbell (scott59)

When your home is on your back
and your weight is on your feet
May everything you carry
be everything you need
And as the miles
beat your soles into dust
May you never, may you never
lose your wanderlust

When outcomes are uncertain
and situations fluid
When you’re damaged if you don’t
and doubted if you do
Well may your instincts
be ones that you will trust
And may you never, may you never
lose your wanderlust

And when your limbs grow weary
and your strength begins to fade
May the journeys in your mind
match the best of those you’ve made
And as the evening
winds its way to dusk
May you never, may you never
lose your wanderlust

May you never, may you never
lose your wanderlust




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This Lyric is #081

Peas Porridge Cold
Copyright 2002
Brian Rock

You`ll date the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker
But you don`t really care about love
Hey diddle diddle it`s really no riddle
That you try to make a game out of love

I`ve tried to be nimble and keep it all simple
But I`m burned every time I get near
You can go and cry wolf but I`ve turned quite aloof
And now your words are gonna fall on deaf ears

Chorus:
Peas porridge cold, your story`s getting old
I don`t believe those fairy tale lies that you told
Peas porridge hot, forget what you thought
I don`t want to hear a story if it hasn`t got a plot

Red Riding Hood, can`t you see it`s no good
It`s not your grandma you`ve been going to see
Fe fi a fool ya I thought that I knew ya
Guess it shows how wrong you can be

So now rub a dub dub it`s not really love
When your actions don`t confirm what you say
Little Miss Muffit I`ve taken enough
And now I really see no reason to stay

(Repeat chorus)




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This Lyric is #082

Where All Kids Make the Team
©2006 Jules J. Dobrowolski


Verse

Baseball tryouts ended early, I could see that he’d been cryin’
He said, “I didn’t make the team Dad, but it’s not for lack of tryin”.
“I just can’t seem to move like the other guys.”
Just then I gave my son a hug and helped him dry his eyes.
The next day I took him for some tests just to set my mind at ease
When the doctor asked me if I’d heard of Lou Gehrig's disease.
Lord, I never felt so helpless and alone,
But, the next words he spoke just cut me to the bone.

Chorus


He’s going to a place where all kids make the team.
No one ever gets cut.
It’s every young boys dream.
Where the sun shines every day,
And, they all get to play
He’s going to a place where all kids make the team.

Verse

Well, these last few months were really tough. I would wheel him to the games.
I never ever saw him cry. Never once heard him complain
But, there was that one time when he saw me crying.
He said, “It’s O’kay Dad. I know that I’m dying”.
“But, when I get there you know I won’t be sitting on the bench.
You can bet I’ll be putting ‘em right over the fence.
So, it’s really not as bad as it might seem
‘cause where I’m going everybody makes the team”

Repeat Chorus


Bridge

You know I’ve never been the kind that likes to boast
But, I know he’s suited up, and the good Lord is his coach
And, I’m waiting for that day
When I’ll finally get to see him play
In that special league where all kids make the team

Chorus

He’s gone to a place where all kids make the team
Playing third base that had always been his dream
Where it’s always perfect weather
And, each day’s a double header
In that special place where all kids make the team.

Tag

They’ll be cheering in the stands
For my little third baseman
In that special place where all kids make the team.




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This Lyric is #083

Back When We Were Young
Copyright 2005 Mike Worrall

Your Granny’s wood stove warmed the kitchen
While I brewed tea
You’d been baking since early morning
Expecting me
Gingham curtains on the window panes
The tin roof drummed by autumn rains
Fresh baked bread and marmalade
Back when we were young
Way back when we were young

I braved the storm in my old Ford
When I got your call
Step by step & hand in hand
We walked down the hall
Bedsprings creaking in the afternoon
Candles holding off the evening gloom
An idyll ended all too soon
Back when we were young
Way back when we were young

Our lives lay stretched before us like some open road
Though we had no idea how much we didn’t know
Way back when we were young

October winds pushed a golden moon
Across the sky
Filled with plans and fueled by dreams
We talked all night
I swore to you that I would never leave
They were words we both believed
Sadly foolish, so naïve
Back when we were young

I wonder how you are today
Funny how things always change
We were so in love that day
Back when we were young
Way back when we were young




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This Lyric is #084

"maybe sometimes"
Steve Barnes/a.k.a barkin barney


Maybe Sometimes

Verse 1: Tell me one more time that you’ll always care
And through hard times, you’ll always be there
It’s easy to see that we both know that it’s right
Cause you’re the one I love to kiss goodnight

Chorus: Maybe sometimes I might act like a fool
And maybe sometimes, I’ll say something cruel
Maybe sometimes, things will work out fine
Cause I know you’ll always be that girl of mine

Verse 2: To keep your love
I would beg, steal or rob
Not like some of those guys
Who’d rather hold a beer than a job

Chorus: Maybe sometimes I might act like a fool
And maybe sometimes, I’ll say something cruel
Maybe sometimes, things will work out fine
Cause I know you’ll always be that girl of mine

Verse 3: So let me drive you home in my Ford 58’
We’ll take the back road, so we won’t be late
I’d like to see you again if you don’t mind
Cause I’ve never met no one as sweet and kind

Chorus: Maybe sometimes I might act like a fool
And maybe sometimes, I’ll say something cruel
Maybe sometimes, things will work out fine
Cause I know you’ll always be that girl of mine

Verse 4: Now we’re together, a man and a wife
And I’m so glad you’re in my life
Now don’t you worry bout my love for you
My mind is set and my heart belongs to you

Chorus: Maybe sometimes I might act like a fool
And maybe sometimes, I’ll say something cruel
Maybe sometimes, things will work out fine
Cause I know you’ll always be that girl of mine

(©2003)




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This Lyric is #085

WILD MUSTANG
Idamarie Naelitz (c)1993/2005

v 1
just at dawn the sun is red
a cactus flower bows it's head
tumbleweeds are rollin' by
underneath a flaming sky
v 2
prairie dog will hear the sound
look around, go underground
wise coyote on the hill
won't come down until it's still

pre-chorus (musical change)

rumblin' thunder from the west
warns the quail, move your nest
shiver, tremble, shake and roar
earthquake shudder, moving floor
(enter bass drum rumble)
moving floor

CHORUS:
wild mustang, in a race
wild mustang , in a chase
black stallion in the lead
splenderific speed
wild mustang in a race
wild mustang in a chase
black stallion in the lead
wild mustang, super steed

(fast yodel)

v 3
hooves unshod, they trace the hills
natures claim, Wyoming thrills
mighty power fresh as rain
pounds the cool majestic plain

v 4
no one rides this hairy herd
more than forty is the word
to the sun they gallop free
an awesome sight for you and me

CHORUS:
wild mustang in a race
wild mustang in a chase
black stallion in the lead
splenderific speed
wild mustang in a race
wild mustang in a chase
black stallion in the lead
wild mustang super steed
(fade)

wild mustang in a race
wild mustang in a chase-------

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This Lyric is #086

FORGET ABOUT ME
Music & Lyrics by Anne DeMille, ©2005, Studio Joy Music/BMI
Second Chants Records

Vs1: I could forget about me for you,
All my worldly goals I planned
Their urgency fades away, fades away,
When you take me by the hand.

Vs2: I could forget about me for you,
Trusting love to show the way
My heart seeks wisdom with all its might,
And truth in the light of day.

Br1: I will stand here joyful to hold my place
Drawn by the glow upon your face, your holy face

Br2: I heard your message strange as it seems
My happiness through another’s dream

Vs3: I could forget about me for you
Watching the sun sink in the west
You cared about one shattered heart among millions
Searching for a place to rest

Tag: Thank you for this place to rest.

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This Lyric is #087

SANTA CLAUS
copyright 2005 John Baylor

You see him ringing his silver bell Standing there in the snow
Wishing you a Merry Christmas
And shouting ho ho ho
You smile at him as you pass by
But did you ever stop to think
Maybe he might be genuine
The one and only Saint Nick

chorus
He just might be ole Santa Claus
Checking his list to see
If you're treating everybody
The way you'd want to be
So when you pass a stranger
On the street somewhere out there
Wish them a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year


What would you say if he called your name
As if a friend would do
And he asked about your family
And all their names he knew
And he knew some things about you
That you never told anyone
Would you believe he's Santa Claus
Would you say that he's the one

chorus
He just might be ole Santa Claus
Checking his list to see
If you're treating everybody
The way you'd want to be
So when you pass a stranger
On the street somewhere out there
Wish them a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year

So when you see that jolly old man
Remember what to do
Say Merry Christmas Santa Claus
I do believe in you
Merry Christmas Santa claus
I believe in you

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This Lyric is #088

DEADMAN BAY
by Stephen Brooke ©2006

I met this woman with three young kids,
Each had a different dad;
She told me ‘Every time I try
To love, it turns out bad.’

Oh, she had been a beauty once,
A faded redneck princess;
But time was stripping that away,
Leaving no defenses.

Just a pair of lost blue eyes
That looked me up and down
And a hungry voice that asked how long
I would be staying in town.

And it was on the shores of Deadman Bay
That I put my arm around her,
And promised I would try to stay
As long as I was able.
It was on the shores of Deadman Bay,
Where river runs to sea,
That I told her I must go away,
Never to return.
On the shores of Deadman Bay,
On the shores of Deadman Bay.

Well, both of us knew it wouldn’t last,
Forever’s far too long;
We had no time for questions then
Of what was right and wrong.

‘No point in asking why,’ she said,
‘Just take what we are given.
The river brought you to my door
And life is for the living.’

And it was on the shores of Deadman Bay
That I put my arm around her,
And promised I would try to stay
As long as I was able.
It was on the shores of Deadman Bay,
Where river runs to sea,
That I told her I must go away,
Never to return.
On the shores of Deadman Bay,
On the shores of Deadman Bay.

But wanderers and fools like me
Know there will come a day
We watch the sun set one last time
into Deadman Bay.

Who knows what tides we’re drifting on,
What harbors we may find;
At Deadman Bay I once found rest
And left it all behind

On the shores of Deadman Bay,
On the shores of Deadman Bay.



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This Lyric is #089

Tucker’s Point

I spent my nights staring into the fire
The flames lick the logs like a dance
This 9 by 12 cabin, the walls came alive
the movements left me in a trance
I see the warm sun coming early
I hear the day’s lonely chorus
I feel the crisp air and the wispy blue sky
In three years of dwelling
The life here still held me
No desire for humanity’s ties.

(V2)
Scouting one day, I sat on the point
the wind blew, as if it foretold
a small figure appeared, yet so far away
And I jumped to my feet to behold
A firey length of hair falls so free on her shoulders
I can't see the form of her face
She glides like a spirit, and quickly removes
the linens wave there in her place

(CH) How did my thoughts become captive
How did my heart awaken this way
How did longing intrude on this life so pure
and end the rhythm of these simple days

(Tag for 2nd verse) It happened at Tuckers Point

(seg 1) I’ve felt so free
no way to explain it
A heavenly peace without fail
It’s come unraveled, the cord torn and frayed
my moorings snapped loose in this gayle

(V3)
Each afternoon I’m back at Tucker’s Point
Looking well away and well below
I see sheets furl in the wind
like seafarer’s sails
on a rope between two spindly poles
The unpainted house
So small in the distance
Gives no clue, no soul there in sight
I often return, keeping watch by the hour
nodding off till the curtain of night

(repeat chorus)
(V4)
I still stare at the fire, and I barely sleep
The image rarely moves from my sight
If rest overtakes me, that red blaze of hair
Haunts all my dreams thru the night
Now I’m packing my rifle, my clothes and my tools
All else left to another man’s hand
I can’t say where I’m going, but it’s far from here
and leave solitude’s womb if I can
© 2005 Dan Cunningham



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This Lyric is #090

Proverbial Rag
Words and Music by Dave Nealon
Copyright 2002 Dave Nealon
All Rights Reserved.

They say you can’t go home, but I never went away.
And if I ever get on the road, I wouldn’t last a day
because I’m late to bed and late to rise; I’m sick and poor, and, moneywise,
I’m another day older and deeper in debt, and I got bills to pay.

I leapt before I looked. I didn’t stitch in time.
I hesitated and lost, and now I popped all nine.
Well, I wanted because I wasted and wasted because I hasted. I started from scratch when I should have cut and pasted.
As the saying said I made my bed, but now I won’t lie.

You can’t make a silk purse from the ear of a sow no matter how you try,
so don’t throw your precious pearls on the ground in front of the swine.
You get irked if you try to teach a pig to sing. It annoys the critter, and he don’t learn a thing.
You might as well jump out of the pan and right into the fire.

I couldn't even boil water because I watched the pot.
I put my idle hands to work in the devil’s workshop.
Well, it’s worse to be sorry than to be safe, but I cut off my nose despite my face,
and it looks like I spoiled the child when I spared the rod.

You can lead a horse to the water trough, but don’t look it in the mouth.
That’s like shutting the barn door after the horse is out.
They say that pride goeth before a fall,
but it feels so good when you finally stop knocking your head on the wall.

I woke a sleeping dog and tried to teach it new tricks.
There’s more than one way to fall off a log, and oil and water don’t mix.
Well, I counted my chicks before they hatched, and I put all them eggs in one little basket.
I should have left well enough alone. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.



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This Lyric is #091

“The Crowd” © 2005 Doug Barnett

The tattooed girl leaned to the mic
A little more than she should
Drowning the guitarist
Who wasn’t all that good
Emotion in her voice sang out
Of pain she’d never see
You’d think this hardened city girl
Was from the hills of Tennessee

The crowd ignored everything
And looked the other way
Their meal was more important
Than whatever she might say
She just kept on singing
Lost inside the song
Escape from her reality
Just three minutes long

His face was turning red before
The young man took the stage
His movement stiff and awkward
Like his brain just disengaged
Forgot the words the first time
Then started up once more
Dead on key, the sound was gold
As he looked at the floor

The crowd ignored the whole event
Pretending not to see
Wondering about the time
Or what was on TV
He just kept on singing
Pure as morning rain
Short three minute heaven
This world could not contain

Ancient lines stood out upon
His weathered old stone face
He’d seen a thousand microphones
Each in a different place
Played his magic guitar strings
With well worn expertise
Gravel voice croaked out the tune
Like a dusty summer breeze

The crowd turned to watch the show
And forgot about his beer
The aging barfly coughed once
Then choked back a tear
The old man kept on singing
As he had through out his life
He loved the songs like children
And the singing, like a wife


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This Lyric is #092

Every April
Lyrics written by Aaron Authier
Copyright©2006

April you came and went as you may
On occasions when I had something to say
You would turn your back and walk away
the very next day you'd need me
I went out of my way to help stop the bleeding
Over the years this is how I let you treat me

I still hope you miss me
But wouldnt it be interesting

If your friends knew what you put through my heart
Would they stay long enough for the same chronic scar
It starts to hurt every fourth month on the calender
I remember how I always thought you would mature
But You still used your self pity as a lure
And Now every April
Its my fault I'm cursed
Every April

I gave a hundred percent effort being your friend
Then yelled at me to get out of your life time and again
You told me to be gone and I was off like the west wind
But before I left I asked why you had changed
You said people say im like you in a way
To be honest I dont like what I have became

I still hope you miss me
But wouldnt it be interesting

If your friends knew what you put through my heart
Would they stay long enough for the same chronic scar
It starts to hurt every fourth month on the calender
I remember how I always thought you would mature
But You still used your self pity as a lure
And Now every April
Its my fault I'm cursed
Every April

For 30 days of the year
I am Aprils fool
whether I like it or not
After the 30 days are cleared
I can breathe cool
But I still think about her alot

I still hope you miss me
But wouldnt it be interesting

If your friends knew what you put through my heart
Would they stay long enough for the same chronic scar
It starts to hurt every fourth month on the calender
I remember how I always thought you would mature
But You still used your self pity as a lure
And Now every April
Its my fault I'm cursed
Every April

Now every April
Its my fault
Every April



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