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Maybe Not This Time
02:25
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Don’t change the station, gonna be a long, long day.
What’s our destination, where we gonna play?
500 miles west, driving through the night.
Maybe silence is best, no singing tonight.
But I know every word, every verse, every chorus.
Tired of my singing?Don’t you want a performance?
Shall we make a joyful noise? Maybe not this time.
You said sing another chorus? Maybe not this time.
Should I sing a duet with Dori? No she’s doin’ fine.
How ’bout Harmony with the boys? Maybe not this time.
The Train has left the station. It’s been a long, long day.
But my heart’s still longing to perform anyway.
You should close your eyes, enjoy a silent dream.
No encore for tonight. Let sleepy eyes sleep.
But I know every word, every verse, every chorus.
A lullabye for you? No final performance.
But I know this song. Don’t sing it.
Even know the verses. Don’t dream it.
I could drum the tune. Don’t beat it.
But I know this song. Don’t repeat it.
You claim my voice is pretty and worth a shiny dime.
Your silence now is petty, but my voice is still mine.
Just ’cause you know it, don’t mean you have to show it.
Listen with your ears, maybe just this one time.
But I know every word, every verse, every chorus.
Just let me sing for you–one final performance.
Shall we make a joyful noise? Maybe not this time.
You said sing another chorus? Maybe not this time.
Should I sing a duet with Dori? No she’s doin’ fine.
How ’bout Harmony with the boys? Maybe not this time.
But I Know This Sooooong. Maybe just not this time.
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2. |
Somethin's Fishy
02:54
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All day cooking, dinner to prepare
Chicken on the menu, dinner is near
Buttermilk batter, crackers to coat
Chicken on the table, find the gravy boat
Don’t think I can wait, maybe just a snack
Sardines & Saltines, eaten right out back
“Somethin’s fishy,” I heard her yell.
“Don’t ruin your dinner,” How can she tell?
“Somethin’s fishy. Are those sardines?”
To the sidewalk with my Saltines.
“Somethin’s fishy,” I heard her yell.
“Don’t ruin your dinner.” How can she tell?
“Somethin’s fishy. You can’t really hide.
Come back inside ’cause dinner’s at five.”
The day’s half done, potatoes to mash
Don’t forget milk & salt, just a dash
Ambrosia salad, coconut pie
String the beans, and beets beside
Can’t wait much longer, another little snack
Sardines & Saltines, eaten right out back
“Somethin’s fishy,” I heard her yell.
“Don’t ruin your dinner,” How can she tell?
“Somethin’s fishy. Are those sardines?”
To the sidewalk with my Saltines.
“Somethin’s fishy,” I heard her yell.
“Don’t ruin your dinner.” How can she tell?
“Somethin’s fishy. You can’t really hide.
Dinner’s on the table”, said with a smile wide.
Day’s over, here we sit
Sunday Dinner, lickety Split
No salad, then no pie
Dinner ruined. Wonder why?
Back porch snacks did me in.
Sunday Dinner, ruined again
“Somethin’s fishy. I just knew it.
Parked on the stairs–How could you do it?”
“Somethin’s fishy. Those ARE sardines
Out on the sidewalk with your Saltines.”
“Somethin’s fishy. You made me yell.
And ruined your dinner, I could just tell.”
“Somethin’s fishy. You’ll get your due
Tomorrow for dinner, enjoy sardine stew.”
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3. |
Last Words
03:12
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Eighteen months later, he crossed the equator
Home with PTSD & a replacement knee
The seeds of sadness sown, the seeds of sadness sown
He fought wars in his sleep. Swallowed feelings down deep.
A newlywed no more, his family found the door
All but for his momma, all but for his momma
Heart so full, sheep of dark wool.
How long can you stay? Just today?
Heart of gold, dark sheep so bold.
How long will you go? A day or so?
Loved, but lost, but love endures.
Dark sheep lost, my love is yours.
Home from foreign war, injured where no wounds are
Just a drink or a dance, that’s all he would ask
Just to see you smile, just to see you smile
Wife followed girlfriend. Girlfriend followed wife.
Searching for family, could it end so nice?
Loved, but alone. Still loved, but alone
Four decades passed. He raised a glass
Every morning, every noon, every night
They found him dead–last words unsaid
Dark morning, dark noon, dark night
The war is over. Go home soldier.
New morning, new noon, new night
Heart so full, sheep of dark wool.
How long can you stay? Just today?
Heart of gold, dark sheep so bold.
How long will you go? A day or so?
Loved, but lost, but love endures.
Dark sheep lost, my love is yours.
My love is yours…
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4. |
Cut a Rug
02:11
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Swing shift is over, Friday put to bed
Saturday’s comin’, heels over head
“To the record store we go,” Maggie Bee said.
“Give me 45s, every new release.
The hits & the B Sides, both up & down beats
Country, ROCK & soul, play & repeat.”
Cut a Rug, June Bug, Cut a Rug
One step, two steps, Jitterbug
Cut a Rug, June Bug, Cut a Rug
One two three, baby dance with me
One two three, baby dance with me
Push back the couch, sofa table too.
Roll up the rug. Close the curtains blue.
Kick off your heels. Find your dan-cin’ shoes.
Open up the console. Stack the records high.
Be sure to check the speed–It’s 45.
Let the vinyl spin & drop–one at a time.
Cut a Rug, June Bug, Cut a Rug
One step, two steps, Jitterbug
Cut a Rug, June Bug, Cut a Rug
One two three, baby dance with me
One two three, baby dance with me
Cakewalk, Can Can, Cha Cha too
Disco, Double-time, Quick step do
Foxtrot, Lindy Bop, Western Swing
Waltz or Shimmy–Dancin’ Queen
A few minutes left, last record drops.
We’ve heard them all from 10 to the top.
What do we do when the music stops?
Until next week, Saturday you see.
Stack them back high, every new release.
Play them all again, both the UP & down beats.
Cut a Rug, June Bug, Cut a Rug
One step, two steps, Jitterbug
Cut a Rug, June Bug, Cut a Rug
One two three, baby dance with me
One two three, baby dance with me
Cut a Rug, June Bug, Cut a Rug
One step, two steps, Jitterbug
Cut a Rug, June Bug, Cut a Rug
One two three, baby dance with me
One two three, baby dance with me
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5. |
Sweet Dumplin' Rose
02:57
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When your favorite shoe no longer fits
And your favorite chair ceases to sit–quite right
A family dream continues to swell
All hopes and fears, a big fairy tale–burns bright
Still the glass slipper just doesn’t fit
Her seat on the throne ceases to sit–quite right, quite right
Sweet Dumplin’ Rose spent all her life
Collecting hearts in Sugar Grove
Sweet as pie, oh Sugar, my
Oh darlin’, don’t you go
Or will she roam beyond the grove
Taking her heart, Sweet Dumplin’ Rose
Momma’s wedding dress will never fit
Borrowed & blue ceases to sit–quite right
A town holds its breath, hoping to sell
Their favorite daughter on reasons to quell–her flight
Every pew is packed. Will they all fit?
The bride is due. Where do we sit—the left or right?
Sweet Dumplin’ Rose spent all her life
Collecting hearts in Sugar Grove
Sweet as pie, oh Sugar, my
Oh darlin’, don’t you go
Or will she roam beyond the grove
Taking her heart, Sweet Dumplin’ Rose
Out the back, through the door
Across the Grove, see you no more
Keep the dress & favorite shoes
The throne is yours, borrowed & blue
Toes IN the grass, shoes in hand
Suitcase packed, taking a stand
Fairy tale aside on the road leaving Sugar Grove
Sweet Dumplin’ Rose spent all her life
Collecting hearts in Sugar Grove
Sweet as pie, oh Sugar, my
Oh darlin’, there she goes.
And now she roams past Sugar Grove
Taking our hearts Sweet Dumplin’ Rose
Sweet Dumplin’ Rose spent all her life
Collecting hearts in Sugar Grove
Sweet as pie, oh Sugar, my
Oh darlin’, there she goes.
And now she roams past Sugar Grove
Taking our hearts Sweet Dumplin’ Rose
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6. |
Land of Grace
03:07
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Water falls on a jungle scene
T.C.B., a movie screen
Dining room for every feast
Kitchen of white in which to eat
Video Screens, a royal view
Wary eyes, blue suede shoes
Shining spotlight, a royal life
Land of Grace, nowhere to hide
Throne of burden, too great to bear
Homage to the king. You’ll find him there.
Land of grace, behind the gates
Memories trace, back to Graceland
A music room for every hit
A baby grand at which to sit
Carpet white, muse tonight
Curtains gold, behind he hides
Mirrors ahead. Royals to see.
Land of Memphis, graceful were we
Shining spotlight, a royal life
Land of Grace, nowhere to hide
Throne of burden, too great to bear
Homage to the king. You’ll find him there.
Land of grace, behind the gates
Memories trace, back to Graceland
Royalty, behind the gates
White house, guarded gate
Public face, private side
For a King, room to hide
Gates of note, left behind
In a state of grace, forever he lies
Forever he lies
Shining spotlight, a royal life
Land of Grace, nowhere to hide
Throne of burden, too great to bear
Homage to the king. You’ll find him there.
Land of grace, behind the gates
Memories trace, back to Graceland
Back to Graceland
Back to Graceland
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7. |
Hand Me Down Life
04:12
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Always second in line for a father’s love
Always first in line for a mother’s don’ts
He never wanted a life of his own
A hand me down life, an era bygone
Silk flowers in the front yard, a welcome mat to greet
Basket by the front door, tiny shoes for absent feet
A night light in the hall, rose soap & bubble bath
A rusty old shaver & fringe around the mat
Lived in, weary, worn & wise
Of What does a life comprise?
Tied down by stories & lives
Not lived, only compromised
Up from the past will he rise?
Or will he live a hand me down life?
Rooster holds the cookies, a pocket knife for cheese
Mom’s old china pattern, a coffee can for keys
China for his coffee, a Mason Jar for tea
Dad’s old turkey carver, Mom’s best recipes
A colonial couch, a giant floral rug
A lazy recliner, Nascar poster above
A sea of pink carpet, a big screen TV
Steer horns on the mantle, a ragged doll beneath
Lived in, weary, worn & wise
Of What does a life comprise?
Tied down by stories & lives
Not lived, only compromised
Up from the past will he rise?
Or will he live a hand me down life?
Carved four post bed, quilt for the spread
Pillow just for one, old clock by the head
Shot gun by the dresser, doilies in the drawer
Gold leaf on the mirror, boots from the last World War
Always second in line for a father’s love
Always first in line for a mother’s don’ts
He never wanted a life of his own
A hand me down life, an era bygone
Lived in, weary, worn & wise
Of What does a life comprise?
Tied down by stories & lives
Not lived, only compromised
Up from the past will he rise?
Or will he live a hand me down life?
Up from the past will he rise?
Or will he live a hand me down life?
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8. |
Loonie Bird
03:00
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Born & bred, raised all along
To call it home, both sand & loam
Always constant, Faithful & true
A smile & wave to passers through
True of heart, absent of song
A different beat, so different all along
A fish out of water, a loon on the land
Air in the gills, walking on sand
At home on water, the loon at sea
But never a fish shall he be
An Expanse of blue, hereditary sod
Or pastures new, send my soul abroad
Fruit of the tree, never to roam
Wary to see, I have no home
Blue of heart, absent of song
A different beat, so different all along
A fish out of water, a loon on the land
Air in the gills, walking on sand
At home on water, the loon at sea
But never a fish shall he be
Black sheep, blue fish
Loonie bird, sing a song
Black sheep, blue Fish
Loonie bird, get along
A fish out of water, a loon on the land
Air in the gills, walking on sand
At home on water, the loon at sea
But never a fish shall he be
Black sheep, blue fish
Loonie bird, sing a song
Black sheep, blue Fish
Loonie bird, get along
Black sheep, blue fish
Loonie bird, sing a song
Black sheep, blue Fish
Loonie bird, get along
Get along, get along
Get along
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9. |
Don't Be Blue
03:53
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Federal, royal or soft Alice blue
Lying on the shore beneath the sky–no shoes
String tied to my toe, cutoffs of blue
Using scraps for bait, line dropped low–in pursuit
Here little blue crab, we’re waiting for you.
The end of the string holds a treat just for you.
I’ll sing you a song, written anew
While sitting in sand just thinking of your hue
The color of you, of eyes so true
And baby bundles of little boys new
The color of you, of water so clear
And the sky above, come closer dear
The color of you, we want to see
Come up from the deep. Have dinner with me.
You’re blue of hue, but don’t despair.
Dinner is more of a red tie affair.
Dinner is more of a red tie affair.
Federal, royal or soft Alice blue
We remain on shore beneath the sky, no shoes
String tied to each toe, patience is tested
Sunburn has set in. Your presence is requested.
Here little blue crab, here we still wait.
The table has been set. Now we just need a date.
I’ll sing you a tune, written before
While sitting in sand from the quiet east shore
The color of you, of eyes so true
And baby bundles of little boys new
The color of you, of water so clear
And the sky above, come closer dear
The color of you, we want to see
Come up from the deep. Have dinner with me.
You’re blue of hue, but don’t despair.
Dinner is more of a red tie affair.
Dinner is more of a red tie affair.
Federal, royal or soft Alice blue
We bake on shore beneath the sky, no shoes
Strings have been cut. We’ll wait no more.
Skin gettin’ blistered while you laugh from the shore
There little blue crab, we can-not wait.
Tonight for dinner, I guess we’ll eat steak
So sing me a song, written in lieu
My little blue crab from your point of view
Don’t be blue…
Don’t be blue…
Don’t be blue…
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10. |
Come to Alvina's
03:34
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Red-flocked walls, red vinyl chairs
A red shag rug, winds up the stairs
A red satin cape, a gold-flecked mirror
A chair for you, all tease & shimmer
A color TV, a jukebox too
A beehive for Mag, a bouffant for you
The Red Light District on the right side of town
Alvina’s Salon, good hair won’t let you down
Gold-lettered windows, mark a red-letter day
Your weekly appointment is just a call away
Come to Alvina’s, tall tales at no charge
Good hair & makeup & rumors at large
Hair in a helmet, time for some polish
Soaked, cut & buffed, flawless as promised
Now down the hall to pluck at the brows
A facial for you, hot steam & towels
Time’s almost up, but first for a bite
A cucumber sandwich & champagne on ice
The Red Light District on the right side of town
Alvina’s Salon, good hair won’t let you down
Gold-lettered windows, mark a red-letter day
Your weekly appointment is just a call away
Come to Alvina’s, tall tales at no charge
Good hair & makeup & rumors at large
Then there’s hairspray, rat, tease & comb
A little more hairspray, feather, blush & tone
A little more hairspray, just ONE more pass
With a little hairspray, close your eyes for the blast
All pink-cheeked & red-lined lips
A cat eye liner & lashes black tipped
Perfumed behind the ears & wrists
Fly aways tamed with a curl & twist
See you next week, not a day sooner
But call me tomorrow if there is a rumor
The Red Light District on the right side of town
Alvina’s Salon, good hair won’t let you down
Gold-lettered windows, mark a red-letter day
Your weekly appointment is just a call away
Come to Alvina’s, tall tales at no charge
Good hair & makeup & rumors at large
Come to Alvina’s, tall tales at no charge
Good hair & makeup & rumors at large
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11. |
eBay *bonus track
03:28
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You came home to A pleasant, quiet house
And I fixed your favorite dinner, bratwurst & sour kraut
And after a perfect night, you leaned in to kiss me
Then you had to ask, “Hey baby, where’s Jimmy?”
Well today, I sold our little boy on eBay
Remember all those times, I told him to quit all that fight & running?
Well as far as I’m concerned, he had it coming.
So today, I sold our little boy on eBay.
Don’t you look at me like that.
You remember what he did to the cat?
I just couldn’t help myself.
There’s so many places that could use his help.
So today, I sold our little boy on eBay
Remember all those times, I told him to quit all that fight & running?
Well as far as I’m concerned, he had it coming.
So today, I sold our little boy on eBay.
I feel like we’ve been blessed
And to keep that way, I didn’t put no return address.
I gave him 10 bucks & a so long.
Then I shipped him off to Taiwan.
Yes today, I sold our little boy on eBay.
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Pea Pickin' Hearts Gatlinburg, Tennessee
The Pea Pickin’ Hearts, mash up the storytelling of folk, the energy of rockabilly, harmony of bluegrass and the swagger of western swing.
Witty. Personal. Fun.
Americana.
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