Backgrounder: "My wife of 38 years wondered what inspired this song. I've observed that late-night bars can be sad and lonely places for some people." gaharrison
1. If you come to the bar
and you drive your own car
I’m the guy sitting there on the right.
If you’ve got several itches
and one or two hit you
I might be your friend for the night.
* ’Cause I don’t want you sitting alone.
I won’t say stuff you hear at home.
I don’t have much money,
but I’ll try to be funny
And I’m not a man without hope. (*repeat)
One day I’ll just run out of rope.
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2. If our talk starts to ramble
I may start to gamble
To keep you there at my side.
I’ll tell a few stories
about my past glories
I’ll try not to tell many lies.
* ’Cause I don’t want you leavin’ too soon.
You’re the prettiest girl (now) in the room.
I don’t have much charm,
but you won’t come to harm
And I’m not a man without hope. (* repeat)
One day I’ll just run out of rope.
3. When you say that you’re done
and you’ve got to run,
I’ll find my last ten dollar bill.
I’ll say, “We’ve had the rest
now let’s try the best,
The night is pretty young still.”
* ’Cause I don’t want to sit all alone,
When I leave there’s no one at home.
I don’t have much going,
the (damn) whiskey’s been flowing
But I’m not a man without hope. (*repeat)
I’m half down that slippery slope,
One day I’ll just run out of rope.
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Mother Goose’s New World
Backgrounder: "Sometimes, as individuals or countries, our priorities get severely out of whack and I feel future generations will suffer as a result. Joni Mitchell said it right in one of her songs." gaharrison
1. Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
there’s an SUV hogging the road.
I barely survive when I go for a drive,
every highway is feeling the load.
Then there’s Jack Horner who lives at the corner,
his huge truck blots out the sun.
He says it’s no lark to back up and park
and the price of gas ain’t no fun.
Chorus:
We won’t know what we’re missing
‘til it’s gone. (repeat)
Joni Mitchell got it right, we pave paradise
and we put up a damn parking lot.
Do we live in a nation
or a huge corporation?
We should all have a say
should we not?
2. Little Miss Muffet sits on her tuffet,
but she’s been quite depressed for awhile.
She was handed some pills to cure all her ills,
now she’s wearing a pale yellow smile.
Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall,
and he landed right smack on his head.
He faced hours of doom in a packed waitin’ room.
His wife cried, They must want you dead.
3. Jack used to be nimble, used to be quick,
but his breathing’s been going downhill.
He finds it harder to talk and go out for a walk
‘cause the smog warning ain’t lifted still.
Then there’s Jack Sprat he’s drowning in fat,
and fast food damaged his heart.
The Great Lakes are old, fresh water got sold.
It’ll cost you 10 bucks at Wal-Mart.
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1. Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
there’s an SUV hogging the road.
I barely survive when I go for a drive,
every highway is feeling the load.
Then there’s Jack Horner who lives at the corner,
his huge truck blots out the sun.
He says it’s no lark to back up and park
and the price of gas ain’t no fun.
Chorus:
We won’t know what we’re missing
‘til it’s gone. (repeat)
Joni Mitchell got it right, we pave paradise
and we put up a damn parking lot.
Do we live in a nation
or a huge corporation?
We should all have a say
should we not?
2. Little Miss Muffet sits on her tuffet,
but she’s been quite depressed for awhile.
She was handed some pills to cure all her ills,
now she’s wearing a pale yellow smile.
Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall,
and he landed right smack on his head.
He faced hours of doom in a packed waitin’ room.
His wife cried, They must want you dead.
3. Jack used to be nimble, used to be quick,
but his breathing’s been going downhill.
He finds it harder to talk and go out for a walk
‘cause the smog warning ain’t lifted still.
Then there’s Jack Sprat he’s drowning in fat,
and fast food damaged his heart.
The Great Lakes are old, fresh water got sold.
It’ll cost you 10 bucks at Wal-Mart.
.
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