Second in Command

You’re the craziest woman I’ll ever know
But I really don’t want you to go
’cause I love hearing your point of view
and I promise I won’t ever leave you

I see the beauty of you behind your eyes
Inside of you is a soul that is wise
From what you’ve said I think your pain
Has nothing to do with being vain

You just know what you want for yourself
and you’re willing to do it alone
I understand you’re the kind of girl
who likes figuring it out on your own
But you don’t have to, you can be with me
I’ll help you out with things you can’t see
So come on girl, let me take your hand
Let me be your second in command

I know I’ll never be in charge of your life
And I’m not asking for you to be my wife
By now I think you should see
You’ll have a lot of fun adventures with me

We can be a couple of goofy fools
Be the ones who make up our own rules
We’ll make it all up as we go along
singing our own special song

More than ever I know I wanna stand
Right next to you as your second in command
I wanna be your second in command
In a car or van zoomin’ all over this land
I think I’d be for you, a great second in command

A great second in command.

February 28, 2018

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The Songwriter’s Daughter

She’s got a way of looking at the world
Like no one else I’ve heard of or met
Her eyes are windows to a universe
I don’t think I’ll want to forget

I know we’re just dating right now
And I don’t have much to my name
But I have this feeling in my heart
That I’ll never ever be the same

I think I’m falling for her
Oh, falling for that sweet girl
I think I’m falling hard for her
The town songwriter’s daughter

She’s got a great smile & funny laugh
She takes me places I’ve never been
Like the diner out by those tracks
She’s comfortable in her own skin

She must have gotten it from her Mom
Who has grown slowly fond of me
Wherever we end up goin’ together
Is exactly where I want to be

And I think I’m falling for her
Oh, falling for that sweet girl
I think I’m falling so hard for her
The town songwriter’s daughter

He’s taught her well and she’s happy
She’s an open book and completely free
She’s fascinating and she’s beautiful
She’s so refreshing and low-key

The music in that girl’s humble soul
Comforts me like cool fresh water
Hope she always knows she lights my world
Not just ’cause she’s a songwriter’s daughter

And I know I’m falling for her
I’m falling for that sweet girl
I’m falling so fast & hard for her
The town songwriter’s daughter
The town songwriter’s daughter
The town songwriter’s daughter

February 25, 2018

Lyrics Notes: So the deal with this one is it’s inspired by the old country cliche and the phrase “Farmer’s Daughter.” I know a popular song is the Love Nostalgia Song… So I’ve heard variations like “The Blower’s Daughter” by Damien Rice or even an old one I happen to really love, “The Mortician’s Daughter,” by Freedy Johnston. I always think I wanted to invent a new one so this is about as inventive as I can get – to imagine what it would be like to fall in love as a college student with a songwriter’s daughter. An interesting twist is that instead of living where songwriters are a dime a dozen, they live in a one-songwriter town. Almost like a glimpse into one of my daughter’s future boyfriends, you know? It was a fun exercise, probably one of my better attempts at a character song. I love coming up with characters and coming up with a concept from a perspective that’s much like my own or someone I relate to because I’ve been there. Hope you like it!

Stealin’ Tomorrows

Verse 1:
She wasn’t lookin’ for anyone that night
She just needed somewhere to chill
So she took an Uber with a girlfriend
and they met up with their friend Jill
At a popular dive bar in the country
They bought a pitcher & played pool
In walked a bad boy with a couple buddies
who could turn smart girls into fools

Chorus 1:
Stealin’ tomorrows
That’s what he does at this place
Stealin’ tomorrows
With that rugged, handsome face
Stealin’ tomorrows
The devil’s up his leather sleeve
Stealin’ tomorrows
He’ll leave you then you’ll grieve

Verse 2:
Bad boy caught Jill’s eye right away
She liked guys with bikes & tattoos
He had smoldering eyes & long hair
She’d make an offer he wouldn’t refuse
Jill strolled up, whispered in his ear
He looked both his friends in the eyes
Signaled an OK over to them at the bar,
hollered, “They wanna hang with us guys.”

Bridge:
Then the other girls picked their poison
Drank tequila shots and fridge-cold beer
Then at closing time Jill told her man
“Come on, let’s you an’ me get outta here”
And they all filed out of the roadhouse bar
Drunk as a bunch of skunks could ever be
The head of the three-man gang said to them
“Y’all are comin’ home with me”

Chorus 2:
Stealin’ tomorrows
That’s what they planned to do
Stealin’ tomorrows
They broke their hearts in two
Stealin’ tomorrows
Traumatized ’em for the rest of their years
Those girls drowned in their own tears
‘Cause the biker gang ripped off their clothes
Treated them like easy and sleazy bimbos
Those assholes,
Stealing their tomorrows
Tomorrows….
Stealing their precious tomorrows
Tomorrows…
Those girls’ only tomorrows

Those assholes.

February 22, 2018

Lyrics Notes: All it took was a glance at a book called “Stolen Tomorrows,” and I knew I had to tackle this subject of predatory bikers out to break women who go out for a good time and their lives are basically ruined in one night.

It’s What You Did Right

For Barbara J. Gray (Mom)

You worked so darn hard
Raising us kids to be good
During those younger years
You both did the best you could
We were rambunctious as hell
Rebels of our neighborhood
But you accepted the call
and you understood
important things in life
like how we’d end up to be
This is how I deeply feel
about what you’ve taught me

It’s not what you did wrong
It’s what you did right
The house was clean
You protected us three
We were all warm at night
You’ve loved us with all your might
Forgiven us after every single fight
Mom, it’s not what you did wrong
It’s what you did right

Dad was off at the salt mines
So busy there to pay all our bills
And when Winter came to our city
You guys brought us to the hills
Where we could play in the snow
Where we could live a different life
You also knew being our Mother
Was just as vital and important
as being a loving housewife
This is what I sincerely see
You were not just our coach
You’ve been a great referee

We sure had our differences
You and I didn’t always get along
But you gave me a fresh start daily
You’re like an inspirational song

And it’s not what you did wrong
It’s what you did right
I always think of you now
When I don’t have a clue
How to remain calm and polite
Sure, sometimes you were uptight
But you’ll always be my leading light
To me, it’s not what you did wrong
It’s what you did right

Oh no, it’s not what you did wrong
It’s what you did right.

February 19, 2018

 

Sweet Tea Sunset

Sweet tea sunset
With her by my side
Out on the front porch
Our smiles are wide
The kids are playing
before it gets dark
Sweet tea sunset
and this trailer park

Most of our family
say we’re not rich
They look at our home
and start to twitch
But we love it here
It’s ours alone
It’s so calm here
in this time zone

Sweet tea sunset
and us holding hands
Spotify streaming
our favorite bands
What we worked for
was life undismayed
Sweet tea sunset
like art by Kincade

Happy to be here
Friends are closeby
in this great town
We look to the sky
that’s like a painting
every single night
Sweet tea sunset
An amazing sight

Sweet tea sunset
An amazing sight

February 18, 2018

If This Ain’t Winnin’, Losin’ Ain’t So Bad

Heard through a friend of mine the other day
I was brought up in a Facebook conversation
A girl I haven’t seen since we graduated in ‘87
Resorted to assumption and speculation

She said I was pathetic ‘n unsuccessful
And I’ll be one until I pass away someday
I gotta say I giggled for a little while
At our reunion, here’s what I’ll say

If this ain’t winnin’, losin’ ain’t so bad
I’ve got a family who loves me very much
I’m a dedicated husband ‘n Dad
We live simply ‘n enjoy our friends
And we’re happy more than sad
If this ain’t winnin’, losin’ ain’t so bad

I heard she inherited millions of dollars
From her folks who sold Real Estate
And I’m sure she’s really thrilled with
Her sudden fortune and amazing fate

Been takin’ vacations ‘round the world
And has a place on a big plot of land
Meanwhile, I’ve been chasin’ my dreams
With my songs and a country band

If this ain’t winnin’, losin’ ain’t so bad
I’ve got a family who loves me very much
I’m a dedicated husband ‘n Dad
We live simply ‘n enjoy our friends
And we’re happy more than sad
If this ain’t winnin’, losin’ ain’t so bad

We write songs that come from our hearts
And play them wherever we’re able to
The crowd likes our well-made music
We’re constantly writin’ somethin’ new

I’d say we make a pretty darn good livin’
Entertainin’ people who come see us play
It may be a different life than she has
But I wouldn’t want it any other way

If this ain’t winnin’, losin’ ain’t so bad
We’ve got great fans who love us a lot
It’s a life we wished one day we’d have
Our kids respect how hard we’ve worked
I’d say our lifestyle’s awesome ‘n rad
If this ain’t winnin’, losin’ ain’t so bad

If this ain’t winnin’, losin’ ain’t so bad.

February 17, 2018

The Early Eighties

I wasn’t of age to drink
But I was old enough to drive
Every time I left my hometown
I felt independent and alive

Met girls up in the city
While clubbin’ late at night
I’d get home in the mornin’
Then my parents and I would fight

In the early Eighties
I wasn’t an adult yet
I’d go to those record stores
For the latest rock cassette
In the early eighties
I had crap jobs and bad pay
And a sweet classic car
I still miss to this day

Relationships came and went
And I was all right with that
I admit I wasn’t the nicest person
I was a lonely young tomcat

Those were some crazy years
I’m glad I’m beyond that past
I worked so hard to get here
and have a true love that will last

But in the early Eighties
I went out and had a lot of fun
I was so far from that sweetie
who ended up being the one
In the early Eighties
I had a lot of growing up to do
So did all my crazy crew
Just don’t take me back there, please
Back to the early Eighties
Back to the early Eighties
The early Eighties
The early Eighties.

2018