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Miss You, Babe

The girls won’t leave me alone
They wanna know when you’ll be home
I said I’d ask cause I didn’t know
We miss you, babe
We miss you, babe

They wish I could cook like you
And I really don’t know what to do
You should know the truth
We miss you, babe
We miss you, babe

Our little one –
She reads to me at night
But she puts up a fight
She knows something’s not right
And the older one,
She understands you may be not coming back
She knows what happened on the train tracks
And sees me have nightly panic attacks

All I know is we hope you can wake
We’ll celebrate with a chocolate cake
I don’t know how much more I can take
We miss you, babe
We miss you, babe

But if you soon rise to Heaven above
Know I’ll take care of them, my love

The girls won’t leave me alone
They wanna call you on the phone
So you would always know
We miss you, babe
We miss you, babe

They wish I could be like you
And I really don’t know what to do
You should know the truth
They miss you, babe
I miss you, babe
Oh,
We miss you, babe
We miss you, babe
Miss you, babe

August 4, 2020

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Don’t Forget Your Key

You’re heading off to college this morning
I got up early so we could talk before you go
I’ve made pancakes with chocolate chips
And wrapped something up with a bow
I know I haven’t been the greatest father
I missed some softball games you’ve played
That whole year I spent away in California
Wasn’t the smartest decision that I made

And I’m sorry for all the disagreements
About those boys who weren’t right for you
I’m sorry for grounding you on weekends
For something you said you couldn’t do
I’m sorry for saying you’ve lost my trust
And I’m sorry for just about everything
I did to force you who I wanted you to be
I hope you like what’s outside in the drive
And one more thing, don’t forget your key

You’ve liked my Chevy since you were eleven
But I didn’t let you drive it, you got a Bug
I was too overprotective and domineering
Hooked on stubbornness like it was a drug
Your mother said you’ve cried in your room
Whenever I said your choices were wrong
Even when you snuck out your window
I kept it secret and didn’t want to hurt Mom

And I’m sorry for all the disagreements
About those boys who weren’t right for you
I’m sorry for grounding you on weekends
For something you said you couldn’t do
I’m sorry for saying you’ve lost my trust
And I’m sorry for just about everything
I did to force you who I wanted you to be
I hope you like what’s outside in the drive
And one more thing, don’t forget your key

I’ll tell you you this, I’ll miss you like crazy
I’ll miss hearing about each lesson you learn
I’ll miss those things you don’t think of now
Like the picture from Prom you had to burn
It was of you & the boy who broke your heart
Who left you for a mean girl you didn’t like
I hope you’re ok with taking my Chevrolet
To college instead of that 4 year old bike

Honey, I’m sorry for all the disagreements
About those boys who weren’t right for you
I’m sorry for grounding you on weekends
For something you said you couldn’t do
I’m sorry for saying you’ve lost my trust
And I’m sorry for just about everything
I did to force you who I wanted you to be
I hope you like what’s now yours in the drive
And one more thing, don’t forget your key

Oh,
I hope you like what’s now yours in the drive
And one more thing, don’t forget your key
You’re always welcome to come home
And visit your Momma and me
We love you daughter, don’t forget your key

July 13, 2019

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The Rebel

Everything went right but I still went left
Back home to live my life & do my thing
Then I took a journey I wasn’t planning
Met people who said I couldn’t sing

Took odd jobs like Front Desk at a hotel
Where I gave notice to selling ties & suits
Meanwhile friends who I was hanging on to
Gave me a stronger pride about my roots

Chorus:
I’m a rebel by nature
My ex-friend called it a curse
And when things got bad
They eventually got worse
Then I met a girl & got married
But there was this cross I carried
I was hungry for what I didn’t feel
I had the fear I wasn’t being real

Lost my parents,
Lost my courage
Lost my way
but then found a bridge
To what I still had
inside me to release
I’m still a rebel
but now I call it a gift
and know when I die
years from now
I’ll be at peace

Solo then back to Chorus & last section.

June 26, 2019

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That Kind of Wrong That’s Right

We met in high school
She was trouble for me
She lived across town
In a broken family

I was really lucky
I had some stability
That attracted her
To her I was somebody

We split at least twice
The fights weren’t nice
We’d make up very fast
I didn’t think we would last
Now at the end of every night
I turn off my bedside light
And I shut my eyes
Knowing we’re that kind
That kind of wrong that’s right
That kind of wrong that’s right

She’s doesn’t cook or clean
At least she isn’t mean
She can balance our books
And has great hygeine

She’s got a blazing heart
And is stubborn as can be
But when her hand’s on my cheek
She’s all I’ll ever want or need

We split at least twice
The fights weren’t nice
We’d make up very fast
I didn’t think we would last
Now at the end of every night
I turn off my bedside light
And I shut my sleepy eyes
Knowing we’re that kind
That kind of wrong that’s right
That kind of wrong that’s right

Her parents don’t like me at all
That just makes her love me more
If they start yelling in our place
She quickly shows them to the door
They say I’m too easy on her
They say they’re deeply worried
We just look over at each other
The tell ’em we love our journey

We split at least twice
The fights weren’t nice
We’d make up very fast
I didn’t think we would last
Now at the end of every night
I turn off my bedside light
And I shut my sleepy eyes
Knowing we’re that kind
That kind of wrong that’s right

That kind of wrong that’s right

March 1, 2019

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There’s No Shame In Being A Country Boy

You can be ashamed of being a rich kid
’cause your parents give you what you want
You can be ashamed of being middle class
and of Uncle Jeb who’s a chef at a restaurant
You can be ashamed of your hand-me-downs
and your little baby brother named Roy
You can be ashamed of all your relatives
but there’s no shame in being a country boy

You can be ashamed of your troubled Ma
who treats waiters like they did her wrong
You can be ashamed that David Allen Coe
wrote your favorite Outlaw Towering Song
You can be ashamed of Granddaddy’s cabin
You can be ashamed of all your cheap toys
You can be ashamed of your unworn boots
but there’s no shame in being a country boy

‘Cause you wake up in the morning
and you feed the animals we own
And you’ll take pride in raising them
‘Cause it’s due to you they’ve grown
You were taught to do these chores for us
to build your heart with compassion & gold
There’s no shame in being a country boy, son
Life’s not what’s your image or in your billfold

You can be ashamed you don’t say things right
You can be ashamed of that beater you drive
You can be ashamed of our three-legged dog
and old gray mare out there who’s still alive
You can be ashamed of this old farmhouse
Here in the smack dab center of Illinois
But son, I know one day you’ll remember us
and say you liked growing up as a country boy

‘Cause country boys end up with country girls
and know how to raise a hardworking family
We make damn sure you’re never hungry
This old farm is worth more than a degree
You want to go off to a hoity-toity college
But son, don’t forget everything I’ve said
There’s no shame in being a country boy
Don’t let the big time get to your head

Son, there’s no shame in being a country boy
Don’t let the big time get to your head

February 10, 2019

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Beach in Seabright

V1:
I look at my kids
I look at my wife
I think to myself
What a wonderful life
We have a house
A couple of cars
I feel so grateful
As I stare at the stars

Chorus:
And I know time is moving
faster than I’d like
I know it’s been a while since
I’ve been on my cruiser bike
I also know all of this
is I would dream about
As I’d go out with my friends
night after night
Searching for the one
with sweetness and light
At the Yacht Harbor near that
quiet beach in Seabright

Bridge:
I didn’t see it comin’
But I fell hard and fast
I was confident and cool
wishin’ and hopin’ we’d last
And sure as hell got so lucky
We’ve been together for this long
When I think we’ll break apart
My prediction is all wrong

Chorus 2:
And I know time is moving
faster than desired
I know it’ll be a while
Before we’ll both be retired
I also know all of this
is what I hoped for as a teen
As I’d go out with my friends
Friday and Saturday night
Searching for more than
sweetness and light
At weekend bonfires on that
quiet beach in Seabright

V2:
I look at my kids
And who I’ve become
We didn’t end up where
In the town I’m from
This journey I’m on
With my new family
Is the best damn thing
That’s happened to me

Chorus 3:
And I know time is movin’
faster than I’d like
It’s been a while since
I’ve been on my cruiser bike
I also know all of this
is all I’d ever need and want
Someday I’ll take them all to
The Crow’s Nest Restaurant
Where I’d admire everyone
with sweetness and light
Who grew up like me on that
quiet beach in Seabright

Who grew up like me on that
quiet beach in Seabright

First Draft, December, 2019
Second Draft, January, 2020

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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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I Just Want My Brother Back

We would go down to the creek and dip our feet in
Those were just little walks but are good memories
I remember he was the one who told me about
them busy hummingbirds and bumblebees

He’d let me go through all his records and tapes
I’d spend hours studying the liner notes and learn
from all the lyrics – those verses, bridges, and hooks
One favorite was by Kansas, “The Point of No Return”

Now I look at those Polaroid snapshots from our youth
like the one where I’m smiling but missing a front tooth
And I know I have to cope with a very brutal truth
I just want my brother back
When he got into that experimental biplane
I didn’t know that I’d never see him again
That energetic man he was before he went insane
I just want my brother back
I just want my brother back

He’s the one who kept it together and made it through school
Learned three languages and multiple intensive college degrees
Meanwhile, I’ve struggled with odd jobs earning minimum wage
Yet he’d probably say for me, life was a breeze

And I review his yearbooks, remember all his good friends
The ones who knew him more intimately and better than me
I talk with my kids who loved their old Uncle so much
I worry that he’s more accomplished then I’ll ever be

Now I look at those Polaroid snapshots from our youth
like the one where I’m smiling but missing a front tooth
And I know I have to cope with a very brutal truth
I just want my brother back
When he got into that experimental biplane
I didn’t know that I’d never see him again
That energetic man he was before he went insane
I just want my brother back
I just want my brother back

I’m not equipped to handle being the responsible one
I was never the son who knew just about everything
All I could ever do is write these crazy little songs
And muster up the courage to remember them and sing

If I could have traded places with him that night
I would have done it faster than a healthy heartbeat
Instead, I’m the one who takes him for ice cream
and that former genius thinks it’s a special treat

And I watch all those home movies with him in the dark
Sometimes I take him to go fishing at Pinto Lake Park
He thinks he might catch a huge Great White shark
I just want my brother back

I just want my brother back.

March 29, 2018

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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

 

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