About Family, Country Song, Growing Up, Inspired by High School, Inspired by People, Introspective, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Optimism, Relationships, Rites of Passage, Romance, Women, Young Love

She’s Datin’ a Bad Boy

Her grades began to slip
from A’s & B’s to C’s & D’s
Her current choice of schoolboy
won’t give her fond memories
He’s been makin’ her feel guilty
He don’t respect her one bit
He’s a cocky lil’ sumbitch
Born to end up a misfit

She’s datin’ a bad boy
Oh, he’s not gonna be Mister Right
Ah, but she don’t know any different
so she loves him with all her might
She’s datin’ a greaseball
And he knows she’s outta his league
Cause he can’t help bein’ a bad boy
and she can’t help bein’ intrigued

Up nightly on her phone
maybe one day she’ll learn
Instead of taking care of her
He’ll go and never return
Maybe they’ll end up with a baby
and another one on the way
Then he’ll pick a fight & take off
but she’ll be wishin’ he’d stay

She’s datin’ a bad boy
Oh, he’s never gonna be “The One”
You can see it right in his icy eyes
He’ll eventually cut and run
She’s datin’ a scumbag
And he knows he don’t deserve her
Cause he can’t help bein’ a runner
They could be like her Mom & I were…

Bridge:
Maybe she thinks he’s a fixer-upper
Maybe he’ll change his reckless ways
Maybe she knows he’s just actin’ out
and he’s just goin’ through a phase
They could get thru all the hardships
Maybe they’ll learn from their mistakes
Guess I should just be there for her
Just in case her young heart breaks

She’s growin’ up and can date him
It’s not worth a damaging fight
Who am I to meddle with the little man
He’s someone like me who holds her tight
Maybe under all that stuff he wears
right down to the familiar Converse shoes
He’s no crazy tattooed biker dude
and I’m pickin’ up on all the wrong clues

She’s told me to stay out of it
so that’s what I’m gonna do
This bad boy turned Dad of hers knows
he’s got a lot to live up to

This bad boy turned Dad of hers knows
the inner pain that kid is goin’ through

She’s datin’ a bad boy…

October 6, 2018

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Adult Themes, Autobiographical, Growing Up, Inspired by People, Introspective, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Optimism, Relationships

Not a Big Deal

V1

We went over to the park that afternoon

And sat there on a bench by the pond

She came up with quite a few reasons

Why by month’s end, she wanted me gone

I looked down at my summer sandals

I knew truth from her heart was revealed

And I tried to hide what I felt inside

Then said, that’s ok, it’s not a big deal

Chorus 1

It’s not a big deal

I’ll be all right

I’ll find someone else

To hold me tight

To listen to me

And care about how I feel

Don’t you worry, babe

It’s not a big deal

V2

During my drive to Santa Cruz

‘n listening to a David Wilcox tape

I wasn’t cryin’ but I wasn’t happy

I felt she preplanned my escape

On Highway 17 during rush hour

A nail popped my front right wheel

I told myself I’d get through it

Said I’d be fine, not a big deal

Chorus 2

It’s not a big deal

I’ll call up a tow truck

They’ll be up here soon

I’m not eternally stuck

I’ve got a spare in the back,

Leftovers of last night’s meal

When a woman stopped, I said

It’s not a big deal

Bridge

But she said my head was bleeding

And could get me quickly to emergency

And I looked into her smoky mocha eyes

Sure enough, it was all meant to be

V3

The girl who pulled over ‘n rescued me

She’s now my wife and we have a girl

And I wouldn’t trade my experience

For all the silver and gold in the world

Sometimes she’ll say she’s runnin’ late,

Her workload lately has been so unreal

I smile as I tell her over the phone,

We’ll get our supper, it’s not a big deal

Last Chorus

It’s not a big deal

We’ll be all right

I’ll take her to get

Burgers and fries

‘n Hawaiian punch

I’m not gonna appeal

Don’t you worry, babe

It’s not a big deal

No, don’t you worry babe

It’s not a big deal

Not a big deal

September 5, 2018

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Autobiographical, Growing Up, Inspired by High School, Inspired by People, Introspective, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Relationships, Spiritual, Tragic Death, Wistful

Oh Steubenville

It was the Summer before I started freshman year
I was invited to go on a week-long religious retreat
Thought it was neat that my church sponsored me
Maybe Jesus Christ was who I would meet

A small group including my best friend and me
Got on that jet plane and flew through the sky
And we ended up at a college campus in Ohio
It was then, when I discovered my own why

It was bright green
and it was fun
It was peaceful all around
And I loved
When we sang
I’d close my eyes
And hear the sweet harmony
I knew right then and there
On that glorious grassy hill
I’d remember those moments spent
In Steubenville, Oh, Steubenville…

Met a tall girl there who I really liked a lot
She had bright blue-green eyes and a pixie cut
Her name was Tracy, she was from Toronto, Canada
She held my hand tight and I hoped it was love

We kept in touch by mail after we both got home
But we slowly stopped writing letters as much
And when I started my awkward Freshman year
I started longing for another young girl’s touch

Who I had seen
In PE class
And I saw her
At every Sunday mass
And as we sang
I’d close my eyes
And hear the sweet harmony
I knew right then and there
It gave me a familiar thrill
It was like when I was with my friends
In Steubenville, Oh, Steubenville

It was on a December night out on the road
When he decided to pull over to take a nap
See, he’d been driving all night with a load
And in an instant, something fell into his lap

He was distracted and the ice hit his tires
He swerved, his truck wound upside down
I was asked to be a pallbearer at his funeral
So I flew out there to our humble hometown

We all wore black
I hurt inside
His Dad and Mom
and his little sister cried
But as we sang in harmony
I knew right then and there
I’d find comfort and always will
cherish all those memories we made
In Steubenville, Oh, Steubenville

It was the Summer before my Freshman year
I was invited to attend a week-long religious retreat
Thought it was neat that my church sponsored me
Maybe Jesus Christ was who I would meet
in Steubenville… Oh, Steubenville.

August 5, 2018

Lyrics Notes: In these lyrics, I explore the time I went to a Charismatic Youth Group Conference in Steubenville with a small group of High Schoolers and our Youth Group leaders. In this case, I wanted to add in a couple things. I fell for this girl there from Canada and that was pretty neat but I wanted to add something into the story that kinda brings it all together and the only thing I thought of was to add in a death of someone who went with us. This is a character but it has someone I deeply relate to… and it does reframe what happened on that trip but the idea is still the same and I look to move people and find common themes for people to relate to. It’s kind of a Christian “growing up song.” It is supposed to prompt the listener maybe into calling that person who impacted your life when you were young. Life is too short to not reach out to people who are special to you.

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Country Song, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia

Home Cooked Chow

We’ve been out on that road
for what it seems like, years
Singin’ songs for all you people
Makin’ you laugh and cry tears
We’ve seen a lot of blacktops
and highways across this great land
But there’s been something missin’
to myself and this here band

Home cooked chow
Is what we’ve been dreamin’ about
for breakfast lunch ‘n dinner
We’re tired of all the takeout
We’ve gotta tour to make that money
But we’ve gotta get back somehow
to our homes in the dirty South
to munch down on home cooked chow

Fresh roasted coffee in a mug
with lots of sugar and cream
Pancakes, syrup and sausage
with burnt toast is a dream
Made by people who love us
when we’re not playin’ on stage
Not random fans wantin’ pictures
or a autographed CD booklet page

Home cooked chow
Is what we’ve been dreamin’ about
for breakfast lunch ‘n dinner
We’re tired of all the takeout
We’ve gotta tour to make that money
But we’ve gotta get back somehow
to our homes in the dirty South
to munch down on home cooked chow

Nothin’ against all y’all out there
We’re grateful for what we get to do
We’re enjoyin’ this tour so much
Playin’ this homegrown music for you
But you’ve gotta understand us
We’ve been out on the road so long
We’re missin’ our Southern honeys
That’s why we wrote this song

About that home cooked chow
The truck stop diners just can’t beat
Even the fanciest places out there
don’t have that delicious deer camp meat
Whether it’s biscuits and gravy
or meals that melt in your mouth
Down at our cabins in the Dirty South
We’ve gotta get there soon ya’ll
to have some yummy home cooked chow

Oh, we can’t wait to devour
all that comfort food –
that home cooked chow
that home cooked chow
that home cooked chow.

August 1, 2018

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Adult Themes, Growing Up, Inspired by a Place, Introspective, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Romance, Southern Gothic

Meadow in the Moonlight

In a meadow in the moonlight
Where the rabbits fall asleep
We laid down on a blanket
And we both started to weep

For we were so grateful to be alive
A good friend of ours recently died
It was the passing of our innocence
That night our souls became tied

The stars above us were aligned
As we spoke of how we felt
And as I looked into her hazel eyes
My heart started to melt

We made a vow in the morning
That it wouldn’t change anything
It was only a temporary passion
one emotional evening in Spring

To the meadow in the moonlight
I return with high hopes every year
That she will break her promise
That she will magically appear

But deep inside I know the truth
She is long gone without regret
So with a heavy heart I go home
Knowing I will never forget.

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Americana, Introspective, Jazz, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Optimism, Romance

California Vacayday

We’ve looked forward to this
Just our children, you and me
Spending quality time together
In scenic Capitola-by-the-Sea

It’s a perfect California Vacayday
We went bodysurfin’ in the bay
It’s a perfect California Vacayday
It’s so great to be away
from the hustle and bustle
and our big city street
And eating gourmet tacos
filled with lobster meat
No worries, just leisurely play
On this perfect California Vacayday

Wind making our sand-dusted hair dance
and I’m gently holding your tanned hand
We’re rekindling and nurturing our romance
as we’re strolling together on the sand

Our kids are having so much fun
It’s been a complete and total blast
reflecting & joking with you, my dear
We’re in the moment, not stuck in the past

It’s a perfect California Vacayday
We went bodysurfin’ in the bay
It’s a perfect California Vacayday
It’s so great to be away
from the hustle and bustle
and our big city street
And eating gourmet tacos
filled with lobster meat
No worries, just leisurely play
On this perfect California Vacayday

With you, my life-long love
and our funny, darling children
on this perfect California Vacayday

On this perfect California Vacayday.

May 15, 2018

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Americana, Caberet, Inspired by College, Introspective, Jazz, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Romance, Unrequited, Wistful

Pinto Lake

Well, I’m thinkin’ about Half Moon Bay
and those egg sandwiches you would make,
All those black and white analog snapshots
you wanted to but didn’t have time to take

And I’m thinkin’ about that early Spring day
It was a bit foggy, you had something to say
When we were in that rowboat on Pinto Lake
When we were in that rowboat on Pinto Lake

I was wearing khaki shorts & a white pocket tee
You wore a gingham top and favorite ripped jeans
You brought a picnic basket with Martinelli’s,
Potato salad, French bread & freshly baked beans

And I wonder about all the reasons why my dear
You chose to tell me you weren’t gonna stay
When we were in that rowboat out on Pinto Lake
Oh, in that little rowboat out on Pinto Lake

We were from that place
That sleepy farm town
Filled with roses
Old friends
Ramsey Park
Where our Mothers
took us both to play
We were twenty-four
and we had planned
to move out of state
But you said you’ve packed
and was moving that very May

I’m sad and thinkin’ about that early Spring day
You brought me a bright yellow roses bouquet
My heart was breaking apart every which way
As you said what you needed to say
In that little rowboat with me out on Pinto Lake

In that little rowboat with me out on Pinto Lake.

May 15, 2018

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