Smart Guy

He was born into a family of wealth and power
but even when life was sweet, it was sour
There were many things he couldn’t understand
So he found solace with a pencil in his hand

He could figure out why x + y = z
To him, nothing mathematical was a mystery
He used equations to figure out his life
They even helped him find his long-lost wife

One summer, a long, long time ago
He knew more than he ever thought he’d know
While others went outside to laugh and play
He stayed inside and worked night to day

He slept with a notebook by his side
I’m not sure if he ever even cried
‘Cause the anger and the hurt was the shield
and he worked through many problems in that field

They say he was quite a smart guy
but as soon as there is a truth, there’s a lie
He was smart, I will definitely give you that
but why did he let them beat him with the bat?

Why couldn’t he see what they would do-
Those peers of his, the ones I thought he knew?
The gang of four I figured out would do him harm
one spring morning as I worked on my farm.

2006, Revised 2017

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The Final Cut

I remember when I was in the seventh grade
And tried to make the cut for my school team
Basketball was in my blood, I believed
So I concentrated on my dream

I made sure I got my homework done early
So I could go outside to play across the street
With a friend who had talent and ambition
The game was in him from head to feet

As tryouts got closer
I deepened my focus
On the hoop and the ball
And not school
So when the teacher told me
I couldn’t play due
To poor grades
Man, I felt like a fool

Mom convinced them my grades would improve
“Just give him a chance,” she pleaded
So the teacher and the coach made the exception
And I was happy that they conceded

But the first day of practice
Coach Kelly ran me like a dog
Yelling “Move, Slowpoke!”
And I broke down, I admit
That night I had terrible cramps
I already knew I wasn’t fit

So I cut myself off before he could do it
The next practice I didn’t appear on the court
My friends said Coach Kelly asked about me
He wondered why I decided to abort

And I found my one and only sport
Tennis was in me the whole time
Every time I tried out for the High School team
The “cut bell” would never chime
So to those kids out there who didn’t make the final cut
Maybe you haven’t found your calling yet
Hang in there, keep dreaming and believing
As for the coach who cut you, forgive and forget.

1999

The Boy in Me

V1

The boy in me is creative
He’s the one who oversees my art
He’s the one who deserves the credit
He’s the one in charge of my heart
You want a real man, my dear
You’re saying I should lose the boy in me
This is my response and position
I wholeheartedly disagree

CHORUS

The boy in me is the best part
He loves to have a wonderful time
He’s always in his prime
The old man in me is cranky
and the teenager inside is insecure
But the boy in me is who keeps me mature

V2

He makes my bed every morning
Packs the bag for work, not school
He had the focus of a hawk in flight
For love and friendship, he’s a fool
He’s playful and he’s witty
and he’s your number one fan
Don’t tell me I don’t need him
He supports me in being a man

BRIDGE

He is good… He is bad….
He’s happy and can be sad
He’s the best at who he is
The things I use are his

Back To CHORUS

V3

The boy in me I’m proud of
He’s believed in me from the start
He’s guided me when I’ve lost my way
and when I’ve totally fallen apart
You want a real man, my dear
but have you ever considered this
If I killed him off like so many do
It’s him that you’d miss

CHORUS 2 and TAG

Because the boy in me is the best part
He loves to have an awesome time
He’s the reason behind every rhyme
The old man, he’s too tired
and the teenager’s too eager for lust
But the boy in me, my love, is the one to trust

Yeah, the boy in me, my love, is the one to trust.

1999 – Revised, 2017

John Denver Song

If Sunshine on your Shoulders makes you happy
and hey, it’s great for you to be Back Home Again
You Guess You’d Rather be in Colorado
’cause you just can’t miss a Starwood in Aspen
You’ve been Looking for Space with Your Sweet Lady
and it seems like you’ve gone Around and Around
All of your Memories are of The Country Girl in Paris
The Seasons of the Heart have got you down

Hey There Mr. Lonely Heart, I know what’s going on
And by the way, This Old Guitar belongs to you
You’ve just been living a John Denver song
and Love is the Master of Everything you do

So if you’re gonna be Leaving on a Jet Plane soon
Don’t think twice, I won’t ask for your Autograph
Keep living On The Wings of a Dream my friend
I hope Forest Lawn keeps making you smile and laugh
Singing Skies and Dancing Waters, you will see soon
Rhymes and Reasons are What’s on Your Mind
Go on – head To The Wild Country for a Rocky Mountain High
Poems, Prayers and Promises, you’ll leave behind

Hey There Mr. Lonely Heart, It Makes Me Giggle, too
That Downhill Stuff was so fun, so Let Us Begin
to realize living a John Denver song ain’t so bad
‘Cause his way of life was playing from win

Living a John Denver song, like “Turned out fine,”
said his good friend Werner, is playing from win.

2017

Lyrics Notes: John Denver was always playing in our house, in the car, in the seminars we all took in our family, whether it was in est or Summit Workshops. This is why, I think, I was meant to write this. Tonight, I have to say this is a breakthrough for me. I’ve done different things like this, but this is the first time I’ve attempted to do anything with my experience of John Denver, though only through his music, to really get a hold of it and then mix it in a way to communicate such joy, a fragile and talented man’s work and how it affected me and still affects me to this day. It just had to be written tonight.

Red Man Man

Our house was a customer on his paper route –
A guy who was in my oldest brother’s grade
Half a rebel, sometimes a whole lotta trouble
Our neighborhood’s version of Johnny Cade

He wore local aggie trucker hats
With long black hair in back
In his rad El Camino
He had a bitchin’ gun rack
I asked him what he was chewin’
He spit a little out
Some got on his Vans shoe
He then said “Here’s whatcha gotta do…

Don’t get Copenhagen
You’ll get a ring in your jeans
And stay away from Skoal
Cause it tastes like beans
If you wanna get a classic
You sure as hellfire can
I love this tobacco
I’m a Red Man Man.”

Back then ballplayers didn’t spit out seeds
They didn’t chew gum, they put in a pinch
From a white pouch with a face on the label
That was of an American Indian

So I checked the local gas station
And figured out which one they used
But the clerk wouldn’t let me buy it
Then I came down with the underage blues

I couldn’t get Copenhagen
I couldn’t get that Skoal
I couldn’t get Beech Nut
To save my poor young soul
So I bought a pack of Big League
Opened it right up and took a dip
It was only bubble gum
but it didn’t hurt my lip

I told our paper route teenager
I couldn’t buy any of that Red Man
That I couldn’t even buy Beech Nut
Or that Skoal that came in the can
But I found this Big-League chew
I’ll chew it ‘til I can get that stuff
He looked at me and he said
“One day like me, you’ll be tuff.”

‘member don’t get Copenhagen
You’ll get a ring in your jeans
And stay away from Skoal Bandits
Cause they taste like beans
If you wanna get a classic
You sure as hellfire will
Be a Red Man Man like yours truly
And we’ll hang out at Whiskey Hill

Be a Red Man Man like yours truly
And we’ll hang out at Whiskey Hill.

2017

Life’s Better Now

They say after you turn eighteen
Your best years are far behind you
Your drive to make things happen goes away
like the dreams that won’t come true

Well, I look around this place
and see for us how it all turned out
If I could talk to myself at a younger age
I know what I’d want to cheer him up about

If I got to go back in time
to talk to the teen version of me
I’d tell him all the good news
That he’d have a nice home and family
I’d say true love is what he got
and yeah, he’s still writing songs a lot
I’d tell him he can already take his bow
That it may be overwhelming in 1987
but I’ll be damned, life’s better now

I’d say don’t worry ’bout college
You learned what you learned
And don’t worry ’bout them dead-end jobs
You earned what you earned

Don’t worry ’bout the times you screwed up
Everybody does, there’s no stoppin’ that
When you find the woman you’ll marry
you will know right off the bat

I’d say the time they say he wasted
at home workin’ and havin’ fun
Was time well spent, and
I’m so glad he stuck to his guns

If I got to go back in time
to talk to the teen version of me
I’d tell him all the good news
That he’d have a nice home and family
I’d say true love is what he got
and yeah, he’s still writing songs a lot
I’d tell him he can already take his bow
That it may be overwhelming in 1987
but I’ll be damned, life’s better now.

I’ll be damned, life is better now.

2017

Lyric Notes: I’ve been wanting to write my own version of “Letter to Me,” by Brad Paisley. I think with this one, I’ve done it. My own personal stamp on a theme he wrote about. 🙂 I am happy with it and I hope you are too.

Who That Woman Is To Me

She got a job waitressin’ back in the 11th grade
Bought a cherry 55 Ford with the money she made
Her Mama worked as a stylist at the local salon
Her Daddy’d get up to go to the farm before dawn
She swore one day she’d move far away
Once she graduated she sure as hell tried
But as soon as she loaded up her truck
Her Mama had a heart attack and died

At the reception, she met a guy and he said
he moved to town to give her Daddy a hand
She began writin’ songs on her guitar
Built a strong followin’ with her Western band
The record companies all liked what they heard
Said she’d be cherished like a blue mockingbird
So she signed on with an unheard of 6 record deal
They felt she had a certain special southern appeal

Her Daddy was so damn proud of her
Every holiday she sent him a greeting card
She bought him a big ol’ sturdy RAM pickup
She never complained about how life was hard
She was happier in that place outside of town
She bought a ranch with a big magnolia tree
She found her voice writing all those songs
She became who that woman is to me
She became who that woman is to me

She swore the day she moved far away from home
To record all her tunes out in Tennessee
She’d keep in touch with all them and she said
She’d come back to help out all the family
But when she moved on, she was gone for good
So gone they didn’t hear from that girl for years
Her Dad heard her one night on the Grand Ol’ Opry
and he couldn’t fight back those salty tears

And he’s so damn proud of that grown-up girl
Every holiday she sends home a check
She paid for a remodel of his modest house
Now out back there’s a beautiful redwood deck
And she’s happier out at her ranch in Oklahoma
Sometimes, she’ll sit ‘n write under that tree
She worked so hard to create a whole new life
as she became who that woman is to me

Oh how I love the woman she is
to Country Music and me.

2017

All I Need Now is the Fish (Here Fishy, Fishy, Fishy)

Out on this fishin’ boat this mornin’
Wearin’ this bright orange vest
Spent yesterday preparin’
Last night I got plenty of rest

Got my Ugly Stick rod and reel
My Folgers can is filled with bait
Just loaded my Eagle Claw hook
Cast my line, and now I wait

All I need now is the fish
You know the kind
The one who’s foolish enough
Cause it’s nearly blind
It can’t tell the difference
Between fake and real
A 3-pound bass would be ideal
Prayed to Jesus to grant my wish
All I need now is the fish
Here fishy, fishy, fishy…
All I need now is the fish

My wife’s back at the cabin
She hasn’t gotten up yet
I wanna cook her breakfast
One she’ll never forget

I look out to the sunrise
I’m hopin’ God will provide
Here fishy, fishy, fishy…
So delicious with biscuits & fried

All I need now is the fish
And I’ll be good to go
I’ll wait here patiently
With my thermos of hot Joe
I could bring home a Catfish
Or a big ol’ Rainbow Trout
Then I’ll pack it all up and I’ll be out
Please Jesus, won’t you grant me this wish –
So I can treat her with a special anniversary dish
Here fishy, fishy, fishy, fishy, fishy, fishy
All I need now is the fish.

2017

Good Old-Fashioned Southern Gal

I like Dolly Parton
She’s a kick in the nuts
And Loretta Lynn,
Man, she’s got grit n guts
Miranda Lambert’s accent
is both sexy ‘n funny
and dear Alison Krauss
She’s sweeter than honey

Carrie Underwood’s vocals
Blaze through songs like a wildfire
Natalie Maines has an attitude
I really love and admire
All these women’s voices
have hit my ear canal
Each one of them has traits
Of a good old-fashioned Southern gal

They had good parents
and they have great genes
They all have been named
Country Music’s queens
I feel like any one of them
could be my lifelong pal
Man, there’s nothin’ like
A good old-fashioned Southern gal

Good old-fashioned Southern gal
Good old-fashioned Southern gal
Man, there’s nothin’ like
A good old-fashioned Southern gal

But you don’t have to be
A singer or a TV star
Or drive a pickup truck
It could be a small car
You don’t have to wear
Them Tomy Lama boots
As long as you’re proud
Of your family’s roots

Confidence and drive
Don’t come with country clothes
Neither does havin’ fancy polish
On your nails and toes
You don’t have to have
A couple horses in the corral
To be as cool as a
Good old-fashioned Southern gal

Good old-fashioned Southern gal
Good old-fashioned Southern gal
Man, there’s nothin’ like
A good old-fashioned Southern gal

So if you love your parents
And all your family too
And you love a good joke
Even when it’s on you
If you’re mentally strong
And you love your life
Some stud will come along
And ask you to be his wife

He’ll love you forever
Even when your hair turns white
He’ll cuddle close with you
In your bed at night
You don’t have to have a farm
Or even eat lo-cal
To have the down home charm
Of a good old-fashioned Southern gal

Good old-fashioned Southern gal
Good old-fashioned Southern gal
Man, there’s nothin’ like
A good old-fashioned Southern gal!

2017