I like beer

In some of my songs, I have casually mentioned
The fact that I like to drink beer.

This little song, is more to the point,
Roll out the barrels and lend me your ears,

I like beer
It makes me a jolly good fellow,
I like beer
it helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow (makes him feel mellow)

Whisky’s too rough,
Champaign costs too much
and Vodka puts my mouth in gear,
This little refrain, should help me explain,
as a matter of fact, I like beer (he likes beer)

My wife often frowns, when We’re on the town,
And I’m wearing a suit and a tie,
She’s sipping vermouth and she thinks I’m uncouth,
when I yell as the waiter goes by,

Whisky’s too rough,
Champaign costs too much
and Vodka puts my mouth in gear,
While this little refrain, should help me explain,
as a matter of fact, I like beer (he likes beer)

Last night I dreamed, that I passed from the scene
and I went to a place so sublime
All the water was clear and tasted like beer
then they turned it all into wine

I like beer
It makes me a jolly good fellow,
I like beer
it helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow (makes him feel mellow)

Whisky’s too rough,
Champaign costs too much
and Vodka puts my mouth in gear,
This little refrain, should help me explain,
as a matter of fact, I love beer (yes he likes beer)

Tom T Hall—I Love

I love little baby ducks, old pick-up trucks
Slow movin’ trains and rain
I love little country streams, sleep without dreams
Sunday school in May and hay

And I love you too

I love leaves in the wind, pictures of my friends
Birds of the world and squirrels
I love coffee in a cup, little fuzzy pups
(old TV shows, and snow)
(Bourbon in a glass, and grass)

And I love you too

I love honest open smiles, kisses from a child
Tomatoes on the vine and onions
I love winners when they cry, losers when they try
Music when it’s good, and life

And I love you too

Daylight – Maroon 5

Here I am waiting
I’ll have to leave soon
Why am I holding on?
We knew this day would come
We knew it all along
How did it come so fast?

This is our last night but it’s late
And I’m trying not to sleep
Cause I know, when I wake, I will have to slip away

And when the daylight comes I’ll have to go
But tonight I’m gonna hold you so close
Cause in the daylight we’ll be on our own
But tonight I need to hold you so close

Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Here I am staring at your perfection
In my arms, so beautiful
The sky is getting bright, the stars are burning out
Somebody slow it down

This is way too hard, cause I know
When the sun comes up, I will leave
This is my last glance that will soon be memory

And when the daylight comes I’ll have to go
But tonight I’m gonna hold you so close
Cause in the daylight we’ll be on our own
But tonight I need to hold you so close

Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I never want it to stop
Because I don’t wanna start all over
Start all over
I was afraid of the dark
But now it’s all that I want
All that I want, all that I want

And when the daylight comes I’ll have to go
But tonight I’m gonna hold you so close
Cause in the daylight we’ll be on our own
But tonight I need to hold you so close

And when the daylight comes I’ll have to go
But tonight I’m gonna hold you so close
Cause in the daylight we’ll be on our own
But tonight I need to hold you so close

Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-whoa (yeah), oh-whoa (yeah), oh-whoa (yeah), oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (yeah)
Oh-whoa (yeah), oh-whoa (yeah), oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

singing the spirit home

Singing the Spirit Home
They come for him in the morning, on hour before the dawning
The pale white moon was waning in the African sky
The cell-door flew wide open and they stood looking at him
He saw no mercy in their hearts, no pity in their eyes
As they took him and they bound him, tied his trembling hands behind him
He felt his courage leave him, his manhood disappear
His legs would not support him, so from the cell they dragged him
He sobbed and screamed cad cursed them in his loneliness and fear

Chain, chains, chains—how many souls have died in freedom’s name?
To some it is a way of life, to others just a word
To some it is a snow white dove, to some a bloodied sword
But until the lost chain falls
Freedom will make slaves of us all.

With faces closed and hidden the white guards walked beside him
Indifferent to his pleading, they’d been down this path before
But other ears were listening, other eyes were watching
Other hearts beat with him in his final desperate hour
From the darkness of that prison come the sound of his brothers singing

“Courage” their voices told him “You do not walk alone”
From their cells beyond the shadow, he heard their voices echo
As in love and pride and sorrow they sang his spirit home

And their song of hope and freedom it rang inside that prison
It beat against the iron bars and crashed against the stone
As in their fear and hate they hung him the last sound that filled his being
Was his brothers singing, singing, singing his spirit home

“Courage brother, you do not walk olone
We will walk with you and sing your spirit home”

one of these days

We used to chase that boy home from school
We called him freckle faced, red headed fool
He was different, he wasn’t cool like me
Sticks and stones didn’t break any bones
But we never left well enough alone
One day he ran away from home you see
And I passed him as he walked away
And in his eyes I heard him say

One of these days you’re gonna love me
You’ll sit down by yourself and think
About the times you pushed and shoved me
And what good friends we might have been
And then you’re gonna sigh a little
And maybe even cry a little
But one of these days you’re gonna love me

Patty Sue was a small town beauty
I took one look at her and had to pull her to me
Lord knows she should have seen right through me
When I promised her the world

But at 17 you only want one thing
I left her standing with my high school ring
Innocent tears in a pourin’ rain
As I walked away
And I still see her in my dreams
And to this day she’s whispering

One of these days you’re gonna love me
You’ll sit down by yourself and think
About the time you turned from me
And what good friends we might have been
And then you’re gonna sigh a little
And maybe even cry a little
But one of these days, you’re gonna love me

Now everybody stands up
The congregation sings
It’s a song of sweet forgiveness
And as the chorus rings
The wind blows clear my memory
The pages start to turn
And suddenly I’m singing
The moment that I learn

One of these days I’m gonna love me
And feel the joy of sweet release
One of these days I’ll rise above me
And at last I’ll find some peace
And then I’m gonna smile a little
And maybe even laugh a little
But one of these days…
I’m gonna love me

i’m not ready to make nice

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting

I’m through with doubt
There’s nothing left for me to figure out
I’ve paid a price
And I’ll keep paying

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and I don’t have time
To go round and round and round

It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell, can’t bring myself
To do what it is you think I should

I know you said
Can’t you just get over it??
It turned my whole world around
And I kinda like it

I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’
It’s a sad, sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger

And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they’d write me a letter sayin’ that I better
Shut up and sing or my life will be over

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and I don’t have time
To go round and round and round

It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell, can’t bring myself
To do what it is you think I should

I’m not ready to make nice…
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and I don’t have time
To go round and round and round

It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell, can’t bring myself
To do what it is you think I should

What it is you think I should

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting

frank’s chair

DUSK IS A VERY DIFFERENT EXPERIENCE IN THE PASTORAL, UNBLEMISHED SURROUNDINGS OF THE MOUNTAINS. I TRULY BELIEVE THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS DUSK IN THE CITY. THINK ABOUT IT, AFTER YOU SPEND A DAY IN A SOCIETY WHOSE PREVAILING PHILOSOPHY IS “WHY MAKE SMALL PROBLEMS WHEN YOU CAN CREATE A HOLOCAUST,” THEN YOU MUST NAVIGATE YOUR WAY HOME WITH A SOCIETY WHO MAINTAINS THE SAME PHILOSOPHY IN THEIR DRIVING.
YEAH, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS DUSK IN THE CITY.

WELL NOW I SIT ON THE PORCH OF A RUN DOWN CABIN IN A CHAIR THAT SQUEAKED JUST LOOKING AT IT. EMBRACING THE DEEP UNSPOILED, TRANQUILITY OF “DUSK”. EVERY SOUND WAS AS SHARP AS BROKEN GLASS. I COULD EVEN HEAR THE STEAM RISE FROM THE HOT CUP OF FRESHLY BREWED COFFEE I HELD IN MY SORE, BLISTERED, VIRGIN HANDS. THE SUN WAS SETTING ON TALL PINES THAT REACHED THEIR HEADS TO A DEEP, AZURE SKY, DUSTED WITH WISPS OF ASH-ORANGE.

I LEANED UP AGAINST THE CABIN WALL, AND WAS JUST ABOUT READY TO PUT THE LIGHT OUT ON THE BIG CUBAN I WAS CHEWING ON, AND YOU KNOW, I REALISED THE SHADOW WORKING ITS WAY TOWARD ME, WASN’T A SHADOW. NOW I HADN’T SEEN A SOUL IN THIS NECK OF THE WOODS ALL WEEK LONG. ALTHOUGH, IT WASN’T ALL THAT UNCOMMON TO SEE SOME FOLK MOSEY BY WITH A FRIENDLY “HI,” CASUAL WAVE ON THEIR WAY TO THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN. BUT IT WAS QUITE UNCOMMON TO SEE A LADY DRESSED IN A LONG FLOWING WHITE GOWN. HER DEEP AUBURN HAIR, SHOWN BRONZE, AND GOLD IN THE SETTING SUN. HER EYES ALIGHT LIKE A FIRE STARING AT ME FROM WAY INSIDE HER. LIKE AN ANIMAL LOOKING OUT FROM THE BRUSH. ‘COURSE, I TOOK THIS MOMENT ABOUT AS LIGHT HEATEDLY AS A CORONARY. FELT THE DEAFENING ROAR OF SILENCE INSIDE ME WHEN SHE SAID, “MISTER, YOU’RE SITTING ON MY CHAIR.”

HER SHEER SMOOTHNESS WAS ALIEN, EVEN INTIMIDATING. SHE GRABBED MY HAND AND LED ME INSIDE THE CABIN. WE WALKED TO THE LARGE ROOM I CALLED THE LIVING ROOM AND SHE PULLED BACK AN ANCIENT RUG TO REVEAL A HINGED DOOR. THE DOOR LED TO A SPIRAL STAIRCASE AND BEFORE I KNEW IT, WE STOOD AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRCASE FACING A REMOTE, MAJESTIC CHAP IN REGAL LOOKING BOOTS AND A DOUBLE-HUMPED CAMEL BY HIS SIDE. SHE CALLED HIM, FRANK, THE CHAP

WE SPENT THE BETTER HALF OF THE NEXT FOUR DAYS TRAVELING SAND DUNES AND HARD WINDS. ON TWO OCCASIONS, I THOUGHT I WOULD BE LEFT BEHIND. BUT, FRANK LIFTED ME ON THE CAMEL AFTER COOLING MY PARCHED LIPS WITH A LITTLE WATER THAT WE HAD LEFT. ON THE FOURTH DAY, WE REACHED A LONG, QUIET OASIS AND I DIVED FOR RICH, DEEP WATER IGNORING GROUPS OF TWO-HEADED LIZARDS AND OTHER ASSORTED CREATURES. WITHIN HOURS, I WAS AWAKENED BY THE LADY IN THE LONG FLOWING GOWN. HER INDEX FINGER PRESSED TO HER LIPS. WE WERE BESIEGED BY A BAND OF ARAB RAIDERS. THE THREE OF US WERE CAPTURED TRYING TO ESCAPE OUT THE BACKSIDE OF THE OASIS AND HELD PRISONER FOR, AS NEAR AS I COULD CALCULATE, EIGHT DAYS.

I MUST HAVE PASSED OUT FROM THE LACK OF FOOD, BECAUSE I DON’T RECALL HOW I GOT ONBOARD AN OLD FREIGHT BOAT. WE WERE HEADED DOWN THE THICK, BROWN WATERS OF THE WIDE RIVER WITH THICK JUNGLE ON BOTH SIDES. IT WAS JUST HER AND I AGAIN. SOMEHOW, WE HAD ESCAPED. FRANK, AGAIN, SLIPPING ME ONBOARD THIS STINKY SHIP BEFORE HE CAUGHT A HALF DOZEN ARROWS IN THE BACK. WE DRIFTED FOR DAYS. MOST OF THE TIME IN THICK FOG AND TORRENTIAL RAIN. SHE AND I TALKED ABOUT OUR PAST AND OUR FUTURES IF WE EVER GOT OUT OF THIS MESS.

WELL, I ‘D LOST ALL TRACK OF TIME, BUT ONE MORNING I WOKE UP TO THE MELODY OF BIRDS AND A STREAK OF SUNLIGHT ACROSS THE WINDOW OF MY ROOM BELOW DECK. A NOTE LAY BESIDE MY HEAD ON THE PILLOW. I STUCK IT IN MY SHIRT POCKET AND CLIMBED THE STAIRS, GRABBED A TIN CUP OF COFFEE, AND SAT ON THE BOW TO READ THE NOTE. SHE WAS GONE, APPARENTLY EARLIER IN THE MORNING ON A SMALL FISHING BOAT PASSING THE OTHER WAY. SHE SIMPLY WROTE, “UNFINISHED BUSINESS. YOU’LL UNDERSTAND.”

WELL, HERE I AM. A FEW YEARS LATER. A FEW YEARS OLDER. I’M ROMANCING ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL DUSK IN THE MOUNTAINS ON THE PORCH OF AN OLD, FAMILIAR CABIN. THERE IS NO CHAIR THIS TIME. IT WAS REPLACED BY A NOTE. SHE SIMPLY WROTE, LOVE IS A RARE OPPORTUNITY AND WHEN THAT LOVE IS SOMEHOW PARTED, IT’S SOMETHING DEEP, DOWN INSIDE THAT WANTS JUST A REMINDER, A SLICE OF THE MEMORY, A POSSESSION. I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT WANT TO KNOW WHY I CAME FOR FRANK’S FAVORITE CHAIR. NOW, YOU UNDERSTAND. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS DUSK IN THE CITY.

32

I moved toward the light without any fear of what was behind it
I had a feeling everything would be alright now
As I stepped inside, a warmth engulfed me.
It was a sense of well being and
youthful exuberence that I hadn’t felt in 50 years

I was no longer the old man that cried
when he saw his reflection in the mirror that morning
I’d somehow recaptured the best year of my life
when I was 32

My power was at it’s greatest that year
I was becoming a man that I felt proud of being
I wished then that I could always be 32

Now the light began to thin
as I grew nearer to the voices of my life
I could hear my grandmother
she was my best friend until I was 12

She would tell me about my father
and what a wonderful man he was
I believed her,
because I knew she wanted me too

Once after I swore a life-long oath of secrecy
she told me of her love of all loves,
Her only real true love
a soul mate she lost in her youth

Today I could see a youthful version of a smile
that always greeted me with open arms

Her best year was much younger than mine, and so was his

Then there was fox, and Dingus and My Cofine,
barely 11, but already dressed up in olive drab and old helmet liners
running down by the creek with our BB guns
preparing for a war that would someday take something from all of them

I could hear the voice of my first love
my heart raced again for a moment

it reminded me of the way that she looked on that crisp sunny April day when we kissed for the first time
we were 15

she would be the one to teach my heart what to look for when I was 32

The light was fully behind me now,
but there was still one more voice I wanted to hear
Then, it softly touched my ears like warm hands,
It was her voice, the one that had comforted me for all those years
the voice that could rebuild a broken ego with gentle praise
yet one with strength enough to keep me humble when I became too full of myself

it was the voice I had missed so much
the wonderful wonderful voice
I first heard, when I was 32

—-

I think I’ve made more wrong decisions in my life than right ones
I’ve been very selfish, and I’ve hurt a lot of really nice people because of it

Sometimes I wish I could go back and change a few things
But sadly, if anyone could actually grant me a wish
I’d probably ask for money

tenterfield saddler

The late George Woolnough
worked on High Street
and lived on manners

Fifty two years he sat on his verandah
and made his saddles

And if you had questions bout sheep or flowers or dogs
you’d just ask the saddler, he lived without sin
they’re building a library for him

Time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler turn your head
Ride again Jackeroo, think I see Kangaroo up ahead

The son of George Woolnough
went off and got married
and had a war baby
Though something was wrong
and it’s easier to drink than go crazy
and if there were questions bout why the end was so sad
Well, George had no answers bout why a son
ever had need of a gun

Time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler turn your head
Ride again jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead

The grandson of George has been all around the world
and lives no special place
Changed his last name and he married a girl
with an interesting face
He’d almost forgotten them both
because in the life that he leads
There’s no where for George and his library
or the son with his gun, to belong except in this song

Time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler turn your head
ride again jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead

Time is a meddler, tenterfield saddler make your bed
fly away Cockatoo, down on the ground Emu up ahead

Time is a tale-teller, Tenterfield Saddler turn your head
Ride again jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead

Oh, Time is a tale-teller, tenterfield Saddler make your bed
Fly again Cockatoo, down on the ground emu up ahead…

it works

He rattles his glass
She jumps up fast
And pours him a glass a tea
Deep in her heart she believes
That’s the way it should be
Yeah, now I’ve seen my dad get fightin’ mad
Over on little four letter word
He’ll tell you fast you don’t talk like that around her
We may not see it the way they seee it
We may not do the way they do it
But she lives her life for him
And he gladly die for her
And even in this modern age it works
Though he’s been down on his back
He still jumps out of that sack every morning at 5 am
Havin’ her home with the kids has been worth it to him
And she takes pride in being his wife
And making thier house a home
Sometimes she wishes the world would just leave them alone
We may not see it the way they seee it
We may not do the way they do it
But she lives her life for him
And he gladly die for her
And even in this modern age it works
If the good Lords willing
There will come a day
When our children will say
We may not see it the way they seee it
We may not do the way they do it
But she lives her life for him
And he gladly die for her
And even in this modern age it works
And even in this modern age it works