Suburban Cowboy Wannabe

V1
He’s done his wardrobe research
Wears flannel shirts, jeans and hat
He listens to 80’s country artists
At home it’s just him and his cat
Weekends are when he gets loose
Drives his Chevy out to the Roadhouse
But all the country girls know better
He’s desperate for a spouse
Just another big town mouse
To them, it’s plain to see
He’s a Suburban Cowboy Wannabe

V2
Problem is he’s readin’ old magazines
He’s wearin’ the least popular brands
He’s too polished, too put together
This is not somethin’ he understands
But the girls there at that Honky Tonk
Let him think he’s what they’re lookin’ for
They’ve taught him the dances
Even given him chances
But it’s clear they all agree
He’s just a Suburban Cowboy Wannabe

Bridge:
His boots are brand spankin’ new
There’s no mud on those tires
He’s too naive with new friends
He doesn’t know they’re cheats & liars
He’s got a job in a corner office
Within a Fortune 500 firm
He doesn’t fit in with them at all
Oh, when will that city boy learn?

V3
Rich dogs should not be huntin’ there
He’s not Daisy Mae’s or Sue Ellen’s kind
He’ll keep strikin’ out every Saturday
They’re not into the wealthy and refined
They could care less about his watch
How it’s worth more than that bar
His Mercedes back home
Or his apartment in Rome
Don’t impress them all and never will
Cause he’s bound to a life that’s not free
He’s just a Suburban Cowboy Wannabe

Tag:
To that crazy proud hillbilly crowd,
He’s just a Suburban Cowboy Wannabe

May 1, 2019

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One Who Totally Got Me

For my life-giving wife, Melanie Ann Gray

Back in those days I had major issues
When I found a message in my inbox
You grew up in a small town like I did
I was living at home but on the rocks
I was chasing women & drinkin’ heavy
‘Cause each girl wasn’t right for me
As soon as I saw your email I was taken
By your sweetness & refreshing honesty

You saw me through all my trials
You listened to me when I had enough
And told me everything would be ok
You still know exactly what I need to do
The one who totally got me was you

You and I started talking a lot via texting
Not on smartphones, they weren’t out yet
It was via chatting on Yahoo messenger
You said you once danced & played clarinet
You told me you had two older brothers
That intrigued me my dear, ’cause so did I
You didn’t get all the way through college
And recently had broken up with a guy

You saw me through all my trials
You listened to me when I had enough
And told me everything would be ok
You knew exactly what I needed to do
The one who totally got me was you

So I paid attention like a good man should
And we met a year later in a golfing town
I know I should have never kept you waiting
But when I walked in I didn’t see a frown
And we spent all day talking like schoolkids
We ended that night closer than before
We kept dating and eventually got married
We were banking on what was in store

We’ve had sadness but more smiles
You’ve become who I knew you were
I hope you’re happy with what we have
I’ve done what I’ve thought I should do
And I’ll love you beyond this life
My sweet dearest darling wife
The one who totally got me was you

The one who’ll forever get me is you.

April, 10, 2019

Sweetheart from Soquel

I once had a sweetheart from Soquel
Who moved across the bay from Carmel
We worked together at a local resort hotel
That summer she had me under her spell
I was a couple of years older than she
I don’t know what she ever saw in me
She already had her Associate’s degree
And loved reading all my latest poetry

We never know who’ll be right
Who’ll know us better than we do
Who’ll see the magic in our eyes
And never know how they knew
Why they were only passing through
Why they were only passing through

She said she knew I’d be famous one day
She knew eventually I’d move down to LA
She helped me polish my original screenplay
We’d go on drives to beaches in Monterey
She was my dear sweetheart from Soquel
While I was very shy, she loved raising hell
Others didn’t think she was a bombshell
To me she was, and she treated me well

We never know who’ll be right
Who’ll know us better than we do
Who’ll see the magic in our eyes
And never know how they knew
Why they were only passing through
Why they were only passing through

That sweet summer came to a close
We broke apart but that’s the way it goes
Where she is now only heaven knows
She haunts me like a ghost at my shows

We never know who’ll be right
Who’ll know us better than we do
Who’ll see the magic in our eyes
And never know how they knew
Why they were only passing through
Why they were only passing through

Luck

She knew my story likely a little too well
It was the kind of tale I couldn’t quite sell
I was a bunch of basic for someone like her
She was the same age, but more mature

She had admirers who were older than me
Who I’d get to know and like reluctantly
I was jealous of those guys who she dated
She’d treat me like she and I were related

Sometimes we’d hug and I’d look in her eyes
Like at the County Fair when I won her a prize
And I thought eventually I’d have a chance
Like the night of the Sadie Hawkins Dance
We had a great time, everything was right
And we sat on the bed of my pickup truck
But we never kissed and I was outta luck

She had light Auburn wavy hair & freckled face
We’d spend time together just about everyplace
I’d pick her up in my Chevy I bought from my Dad
And I’d spend every last nickel, everything I had

The more I did with her, more boys came around
Guess they wanted some of the happiness I found

Cause
Sometimes we’d hug and I’d look in her eyes
Like at the County Fair when I won her a prize
One night she asked me what was wrong
I told her she and I felt like a great song
I said, I felt like everything was going right
As we sat on the bed of my pickup truck
But we didn’t kiss then and I was outta luck

Years later I ran into her at the local corner bar
She was promoting alcohol & looked like a star
And I asked if she could go out after her shift
Turns out she wanted to give me a special gift

That night we hugged and I looked in her eyes
She was beaming like when I won her that prize
She said she was sorry for how she treated me
She just felt like we were better as like family
But then she switched and kissed my lips
As we sat on the bed of my Silverado truck
Suddenly I had that girl and a lifetime of luck

Oh, suddenly,
I had that girl
and a lifetime of luck.

April 5, 2019

Sell a Song

When I sell a song
When someone loves it enough to cut
When an artist listens to that darn thing
And decides to just go with his or her gut

I’m gonna holler and hoot
And take my family out to celebrate
It’ll be one of the best days of my life
When I…. Sell a song.

When it’s on the radio
And a hit on Amazon, iTunes ‘n Spotify
I’ll be happier than my dog at any beach
There’ll be tears coming from my eyes

I’m gonna be so grateful
I’ll thank my Mother and my Dad
I”ll thank everyone who supported me
Especially my daughters and loving wife
When I…. Sell a song.

I’ll have everything I ever wanted
Validation for doing what I felt was right
Every time I’d work on something new
Even if it was during a great date night
I’ve got scraps of paper with random titles
And tons of lyrics I’ve written in my trunk
So if one of them hits the big time
I’ll know my ship is sailing, not sunk

And then I’ll keep writing more
I’ll work hard in the writing rooms
I’ll bring all my best ideas to the table
I’ll be as honest as a songwriter can be

When I sell a song,
then I’ll know deep in my heart and soul
I’ll know the industry likes that song & me
When I sell a song, I’ll feel loved & free
When I sell a song, I’ll feel loved & free
when I….
when I….
Sell a song

April 2, 2019

My personal “I Want Song”. Probably should go into a story about an aspiring songwriter like me in middle age, perhaps a modern day sequel to “The Jazz Singer” who strikes up a friendship with a popular female jazz/pop artist because he’s writing her hit after hit.

An inverted “Star is Born”.

Brand New Ball Game

Now that we’ve said our vows
Now that we are married
Now that we’ve committed
To one love until we’re buried

It’s a brand new ball game
Things are different than before
It’s a brand new ballgame
Without innings or keeping score
Without bases, without pitches
With dreams of going
from rags to riches
No, things will never be the same
Cause it’s a brand new ball game
Yeah, it’s a brand new ball game

We’re safe to have disagreements
without the fear of being ejected
There’s a relief I’m feeling now
One I never would have expected

I would have never thought I’d have
the kind of endless joy I used to see
In those couples who chose love
instead of staying single and free

It’s a brand new ball game
Things are different than before
It’s a brand new ball game
Without home runs or keeping score
Without foul balls or bad calls
I still might say,
“You’re killing me, Smalls.”
The Bangles called it an eternal flame
and if we fail, then we’re to blame
In this brand new ball game
This brand new ball game
This brand new ball game

April 1, 2019

If We Had To Say Goodbye

When we’re at the movies
And I look over to you in the soft light
So many memories fill my mind
As you hold my hand so tight

Me being me, I get fearful
Like an awkward boy in junior high
I think about what would happen
If we had to say goodbye

It would be so awful
They’d have to drag me out of bed
Things I like would bore me
I’d be longing for you instead

I know I’d be more than a mess
Even when wearing black tie
Something just wouldn’t feel right
And I’d just call it a night

So when you seeing me look at you
And there’s a sad look in my eye
Know that I’m quietly praying inside
That we’ll never have to say goodbye

Know that I’m quietly praying inside
That we’ll never have to say goodbye

May 16, 2014

Me and my Rotgut Whiskey

She’s really gone
She packed all her things
She took the ring I scrimped and saved for
On this freezing day in early Spring
I’m left with this bitter sting
Now It’s just me and my Rotgut Whiskey

She’s really out
She left her phone and a note
She’s had enough of what we didn’t have
And rather than cut her own throat
She bought herself a sailboat
Now it’s just me and my Rotgut Whiskey

I should have known it was comin’
I should have seen all the signs
She was out with friends at night
And always dressed to the nines
Our apartment has been neglected
Just like my devastated heart
I’m alone and feelin’ rejected
At least she left the Mason jars

We’re really through
I’m stuck here without any plan
She was my fiance’, my whole world
Has suddenly come to an end
There goes my best friend
Guess from now on it’s just me
Oh it’s me and my Rotgut Whiskey

My Rotgut Whiskey
My Rotgut Whiskey
Now it’ll forever be
Me and my Rotgut Whiskey

St. Patrick’s Day, 2019.

The Best Is Not Behind Me

I was born to a sweet Mother & Dad
They gave me all the love they had
They provided me with experiences
Some were good and some were bad
But the best is not behind me

I won the hearts of those in my life
And even have an adoring, loving wife
Who is there when I’m struggling
And I’m beat up, and oh, so sad
She says the best is not behind me

When I get to where I want
And life is the greatest it’ll ever be
I’ll know the best is not behind me
It’s in heaven with my loved ones for eternity

So when I’m fearless on my deathbed
You’ll see me joyful, cause I’ll be free
I”m looking forward to what comes after
I’m buried under that old magnolia tree
’cause I know the best is not behind me

No, the best is not behind me.

February 25, 2019