Let The Birds Fly

Let the birds fly

See just how freely they roam

Time will pass on by

You see now, they’re ready, I know

Things never seem to be

I’ve waited so patiently

I can’t wait anymore

I’m ready now can’t you see?

So you think you’re enough

Think I just don’t stand a chance

We’ll see when things get rough

Come on now, don’t shoot me that glance

Let the birds fly

See just how freely they roam

Time will pass on by

You see now, they’re ready to go  

I can’t see anymore

My eyes, they’re too tired to care

I can see you through the door

Come out now, act like you’re here

What’s your deal this time?

We’ve cried, the tears just washed away

I can see your staircase climb

I turned, you refused to stay

Everything comes to an end

I don’t believe you, what now my friend?

I’ll meet you around the bend

You never showed, I ended up dead

Let this bird fly

See just how freely I roam

Time will pass on by

You see now, I’m ready to go

Other Side of The Sea

When you’re worried & blue, Your feet stuck in the sand

And the only sense of time is what’s ticking on your hand

Tell me do you believe, or do you not know?

What’s in store later down the road

No one really knows

When and where they’re bound to go

You can take a look and see

But it may not be

What you’re looking for

It’s a path that’s shed with light

A light you and I can’t see

Are you really aware, do you know someone there

On the other side of the sea

Can you feel the current shake

And rumble neath your feet

On the land, on the shore

Is where my future’s in store

On the other side of the sea

You and I may really not know

What will be and what there is to show

I’m taking that risk and boarding the ship

That will only take me home

No one really knows

When and where they’re bound to go

You can take a look and see

But it may not be

What you’re looking for

It’s a path that’s shed with light

A light you and I can’t see

Are you really aware, do you know someone there

On the other side of the sea

On & On

It’s so hard when people ask me how I feel

There’s nothing to explain, nothing to conceal

Keep on wondering, keep on telling me

Just to seem real

I've got enough on my mind, gonna take some time to heal

I’ll be leaving, I’ll be gone

Don’t mean to lead you on

I’ve been singing the same damn song

To forget that you’re gone

But I can’t, the thought rolls on

And on, and on, and on, and on

Like a freightliner through my heart, It just tears me apart

Water’s rising and like an ark, things just drifting apart

The things that fill, this old world, they just don’t come to heart

And I know I’ve been with it girl, it’s just so hard

It’s just so hard, It’s just so hard

Make my bed up and mow the yard

Get done, drive my car

Thoughts are spinning through my ears just like a birthday card

And tell me it goes on and on

And on, and on, and on ,and on

And on and on and on and on and on and on ………

How Ya Doin' Little Sadie?

How ya doin’ little Sadie?

Oh I’d really like to know

How ya doin’ honey baby?

Tell me where did you go?

I looked all over Austin, honky tonked in Houston too

I was singing about losing

And losing was my loss of you

How ya doin’ little Sadie?

Oh I’d really like to know

How ya doin’ honey baby?

Tell me where did you go?

You could have been something

Something lost or something new

Something other than what I see now

Something other than the you in you

But it’s alright, we both see now

What and how we have become

We both see the brightness burning

Burning to the rhythm of

Of  you,  little Sadie?

Oh I’d really like to know

How ya doin’ honey baby?

Tell me where did you go?

Did you cry or were you screaming

For a name so high above

Did he talk to you little Sadie?

Did you see God’s true love?

 It’s all over little Sadie

We both know it’s so sad to go

But I’ll see you on the other side

And if I’m ready, would you let me know

Let me know little Sadie

Oh I’d really like to go

How ya doin’ honey baby?

Tell me where did you go?

Tell me where did you go?

I Just Can't Help But Getting' The Blues

They keep following me, I can’t seem to shake them out

They’ll be with me when I sleep

I can see, there’s no doubt

Will they leave me when I move?

Stop and shake me when I’m through?

There’s only one thing I know that’s true

I just can’t help but gettin’ the blues

Will I see them when they show?

Will they follow me on down the road?

When they’re here, I feel the same refuse

I just can’t help but gettin’ the blues

Will they show themselves?

Will I know or be able to tell?

They won’t seem like passing through

Oh, can you feel it too?

Once a day and twice a night

The same thing strikes me with a fright

How can I know what to do?

When I can’t help but gettin’ the blues

Will I see them when they show?

Will they follow me on down the road?

When they’re here, I feel the same refuse

I just can’t help but gettin’ the blues

The same old show rolls on, with nothing left to lose

How can I know what to do?

If all I can do is get the blues

Will I see them when they show?

Will they follow me on down the road?

When they’re here, I feel the same refuse

I just can’t help but gettin’ the blues

Lord you know it’s true

I just can’t help but gettin’ the blues

Monday Morning Blues

Rolled into town about supper time

My pen was broke my typewriter was fine

Just hoping to find something to move my mind

All I saw was an old lady just standing there crying

Used to be simple, I guess so

Or else nobody was willing to show

Just maybe what they were going through

I just ate my lunch and passed on through

I woke up on Monday in the morning hour

Drove through a meadow of  beaten old flowers

Wishing I was smelling the morning dew

Instead I woke up here on Monday feeling blue

What's the reason of feeling this way

Some people won't tell me, some will just say

There's an old story it went this way

I'd just get bored and walk away  

My suitcase was tattered, my thoughts were clean

I painted a picture of some nice scenery

Thought it might just improve my mood

But it made me mad and I threw it across the room

I woke up on Monday in the morning hour

Drove through a meadow of beaten old flowers

Wishing I was smelling the morning dew

Instead I woke up here on Monday feeling blue

Hey hey lady, can I talk to you?

My brother disowned me, my hound dog too

Could you spare me just a few

So I can buy a cigarette and a Mountain Dew

I haven't had much luck right about now

I lost my girlfriend, someone shot my cow

I guess that's all I have to say

Before I swing here to another day

I woke up on Monday in the morning hour

Drove through a meadow of dandelion flowers

Wishing I was somewhere next to you

Instead I'm 12 feet under smelling some old man's shoes

Well it's monday morning and I'm lying here under the dew 

Tell Me Why

You don’t ever talk about, I don’t know why

You don’t ever sing about, I don’t care why

I wonder why I’m wondering about wondering why

I wonder why you even give me the time of day

It ain’t a waste you say

And I’m thinking about it, can’t seem to think today

What’s the use of wondering if you never know why

What’s the use of laughing when all you do is cry

Would it be a shame to know why

That’s all I’m asking this time

Why do you always look so sad

Why do you always seem so bad at guessing

The way you really are

Why do you always look beat out, cheat out and need out

 Tell me why, why, why

Tell me why

Seems just like I don’t care anymore

Seems just like everyone wants a little more and more

Who’s gonna stop and close the door?

My brain’s all scrambled, it’s a big huge mess

My pain from the same things seems to all digress

To the same old stress

Why do you always look so sad

Why do you always seem so bad at guessing

The way you really are

Why do you always look beat out, cheat out and need out

 tell me why, why, why

Tell me why

Hillbilly

You may say I’m hillbilly

Or country, or just really

Not up to the standards that you’ve set

You can justify your reasons or change them, or just leave them

But honey, you better come and listen yet

Hillbilly, Hillbilly, just a normal old billy

Coming from an elevated spot

You can call me a hillbilly, or anything really

But don’t call me something I’m not

I may drive something lifted

Not be, academically gifted

According to the way that you talk

But for me, I’m just different

I like squirrel meat and home cooking

And chew it up when I talk

Now man that might seem a little mean talkin about country folk that way

Walkin’ around in coveralls drippin’ tobaccer juice playin a banjo

Maybe a fiddle, singin real loud  across the mountain

Singin, about, about, about a

Hillbilly, Hillbilly, just a normal old billy

Coming from an elevated spot

You can call me a hillbilly, or anything really

But don’t call me something I’m not

They may be high, but they ain’t wasted

They’re just way up there listening

To the sounds the birds and the trees make

It ain’t wrong, just country

And man are they lucky

To be away from a lot

You Lucky!

Hillbilly, Hillbilly, just a normal old billy

Coming from an elevated spot

You can call me a hillbilly, or anything really

But don’t call me something I’m not

Fine Toothed Comb

Well I'm a struttin' on down that road

The only road I know

See her there in her golden hair

Standing with a fine toothed comb

Said hey little darling

Would you let me want to borrow

Something of your own

I'm desperate for a groom

Need it pretty soon

Let me use your fine toothed comb

Sixteen towns and different sounds

Coming through the radio

Muddy water ringing

High lonesome singing

Running through the ole banjo

Thought I'd wake up early today

Fix myself a brew

Woke up late

No time to explain

Guess that's nothing new

Well I'm a struttin' on down that road

The only road I know

See her there in her golden hair

Standing with a fine toothed comb

Feeling pretty shaggy down in the valley

Somewhere round TN

started feeling better

Right when I got a letter

On of the border of Mississippi

I got to the station

What a relief

Only bout a quarter to 3

Then I see a shady looking figure standing there looking at me

I hollered oh what do you want

There's nothing here to see

It looked kinda funny

Then she came a running

No more on my own

Here she comes

Sweet little darling

Carrying my fine toothed comb

Come on now, come on give me,  give me back my fine toothed comb

Well, Come on now, come on give me,  give me back my fine toothed comb

What Can I Do?

Hey hey baby whatcha trying to do

I think there’s something I need from you

If you can’t tell me what’ll it be

What you trying to pull on me

Because this time won’t be the last

What can I do for you to notice

What can I say that will maybe show this

Constant ringing in my ear

I can see the way you look at me

But I really can’t tell what it’s supposed to be

So tell me baby, what can I do?

When I drive by I can see you nod

But I never really see you smile looking back at me

Please let me know is there something I’ve missed

Because I want another shot at this

And you and me and everything it could be

What can I do for you to notice

What can I say that will maybe show this

Constant ringing in my ear

I can see the way you look at me

But I really can’t tell what it’s supposed to be

So tell me baby, what can I do?

I know I’ve got to try and show this

But could you let me know if it’s worth it

You’re like reading a book in the middle of the night

There’s got to be something to do

That’ll maybe help me grab ahold of you

So tell me baby, what can I do?

What can I do for you to notice

What can I say that will maybe show this

Constant ringing in my ear

I can see the way you look at me

But I really can’t tell what it’s supposed to be

So tell me baby, what can I do?

Please just tell me baby!

What can I do?

A Little More

All the boys & girls know what’s poppin’

And it sure ain’t trains they’re hopping

I just want, a little more

A little more to make me feel easy

A little more lemon squeezy

Ah come on now

I need a little more

I was cruising on down the black top

Jamming to some hard rock

Thinking, I had scored

Then it came & hit me like a bad dream

Where I was standing there screaming

and wanting, a little more 

A little more to make me feel easy

A little more lemon squeezy

Ah come on now

I need a little more

A little more loud to your silence

And a little more of a little less violence

Come on now, I need a little more

I haven’t had time to see it yet

But I know one day I’m gonna see it again

Knocking on my front door

Knocking just like an old acquaintance

Saying they can help with your maintenance

And wanting a little more

A little more to make me feel easy

A little more lemon squeezy

Ah come on

I need a little more

A little more loud to your silence

And a little more of a little less violence

Come on now, I need a little more