I've Got Two Hands (and Two Bottles of Champagne)

I came into this boat town

on a two-propellor plane…

Petroleum’s a-pumpin’

through our brains…

 

riding silent sports cars

on the sleeping fields

these Big Fish got 

Diamonds in their gills

 

I’ve got Two hands, and Two bottles of Champagne!

Two Hands, and Two bottles to my name!

 

Lonely on the boardwalk, 

and tired of drinking grey…

a blondes’ a blonde, 

and her mothers’ just the same.

 

I want the storm to get here…

let the waters fall

blow away the booze and shopping mall

 

I’ve got Two hands, and Two bottles of Champagne!

Two Hands, and Two bottles to my name!

 

It’s a real drunken rodeo, 

and the Skippers’ on the Mic-

every man’s dancin’ with each other’s wives…

 

I’ve got Two hands, and Two bottles of Champagne!

Two Hands, and Two bottles to my name!

I’ve got Two hands, and Two bottles of Champagne!

Two Hands, and Two bottles to my name!

 

I said oh Yea! Blow Daddy blow blow blow…

I said oh Yea! Blow Daddy blow blow blow!

Oh Yea! Blow Daddy blow blow blow!

OH YEA!

Your Only Son

The moon rose up on California,

smiled sweet and toothy for a soft “hello”-

some’s had enough of California, 

and some’s say they’ll never let her go-

 

here’s to all the Happy and Discontented

here’s to all the battles lost and won

the human Heart has not consented…

after all, she’s your only son

 

The wind swirled round sweet Chicago-

kissed all the women and the men

some’s had enough of sweet Chicago

and some say they know no better friend

 

here’s to all the Happy and Discontented

here’s to all the battles lost and won

the human Heart has not consented…

after all, she’s your only son

 

 

 

the sun beat down on New York City

hoping that she might notice him, 

some’s had enough of New York City, 

and some seem to take it with a grin

 

here’s to all the Happy and Discontented

here’s to all the battles lost and won

the human Heart has not consented…

after all, she’s your only son

Let's Go Walking In The Moonlight

I started out too sweet, 

too sweet to have you for my own. 

Been headed down the same street, 

the one that never brought you home to me. 

 

Well I’ve got a good mind, a good mind

to show you what’s been awakened in me-

it’s feelin like a good time, a good time

to take you walkin’ by them willow trees

 

Let’s go walking in the moonlight, 

down the river, nice and slow.

Let’s go walking in the moonlight, 

and I’ll take you down, down, down, to where you want to go

 

Hey little honey, 

you never looked this way at me before.

It feel’s kinda funny, 

but that’s what trouble makins’ for- me and you

 

It’s feelin like a good time, a good time

to show you what’s been awakened in me-

yea I’ve got a good mind, a good mind

to take you walkin’ by them willow trees

 

Let’s go Walking in the Moonlight, 

Down the river nice and slow

let’s go walking in the Moonlight, 

and I’ll take you down down down to where you want to go

Roses

Roses, Roses

from where I do not know

Roses, Roses

show me where to go

 

my mother came a long way, 

her courage tossed and tried-

no matter how tired or lonely,

a rose was by her side

 

Roses, Roses

from where I do not know

Roses, Roses

show me where to go

 

my father and her children, 

came to her by Rose

someone was watching o’er

watching quiet and close. 

 

Roses, Roses

from where I do not know

Roses, Roses

show me where to go

 

to me a Rose came softly, 

amidst a big parade

I knew my prayer’d been answered, 

I knew that I was safe

 

Roses, Roses

from where I do not know

Roses, Roses

show me where to go

If We Call This Home

if we call this Home, 

if we call this Home, 

it can not be alone

if we call this Home

 

there’s a Mountain in the City that many try to climb

and they’ll push you and shove you, ‘fore they ever stand in line. 

 

all the shapes and all the sizes of People young and old

i like to think they know the difference ‘tween 24 carat and Fools Gold

 

if we call this Home, 

if we call this Home, 

it can not be alone

if we call this Home

 

there’s a City in the desert from where the prophets hail

and we send them all our guns so that War will never fail.

 

beautiful Children, on each side of a wall

you know that when they are born there ain’t no difference at all

 

if we call this Home, 

if we call this Home, 

it can not be alone

if we call this Home

 

Brothers and Sisters with whom I was raised

are treated so different as we walk through the day

 

If we stopped to listen to more than ourselves, 

our families would grow and so would our health

 

and then when we’re standing, near to our ends

our Children would see that at least we had Friends. 

 

if we call this Home, 

if we call this Home, 

it can not be alone

if we call this Home

Try As You Might

Hello, Chicago! 

You and your Welcome Winds

are a long long way from here…

 

if El Dorado

could survive the night, we would drive alright 

and get caught between here and there…

 

well sometimes you’re right

and sometimes you’re wrong

sometimes the light, 

just doesn’t turn on…

i’m not a Bad Man, 

though i fear i’m alone. 

try as you might, 

sometimes you’re right, 

and sometimes you’re wrong

Little King

Little King!

Sitting in the Snow

no one else around you, 

no one near to hear you crying so. 

 

Little King!

Watch your Kingdom go- 

down to burning embers, 

down to such a happy orange glow

 

The Wind is blowing now!

He seems to be reminded it’s December- 

Ten feet ahead is all that you can see, 

and all that you remember-

Yet never has the Cold of Night 

kissed you quite so softly, 

or so tender

 

Little King!

I think your Kingdom knows

just how much you love ‘em

even if they can’t see past their toes

 

Little King!

Nows your chance to show

those of Us who follow

just how far an Honest Man can go

 

The Wind is blowing now!

He seems to be reminded it’s December- 

Ten feet ahead is all that you can see, 

and all that you remember-

Yet never has the Cold of Night 

kissed you quite so softly, 

or so tender

Ride On, Nebraska

Three stars are falling

through the seams of bursting dreams, 

across Nebraska

further than I’ve ever been before. 

 

and Two cars are piling-

through the day, a golden way

across Nebraska

riding through the belly of a storm

 

some days make better Rain, 

and a better Rain will fall

 

Ride on, Nebraska. 

Ride on, there are Mountains past the Plains for you

Ride on, and the Others, they will follow you

Ride on, Nebraska. 

Ride on, sweet Nebraska, 

Ride on, Ride on

Ride on. 

 

Four nights forgotten

seem to please those at ease

across Nebraska-

happy with their saddles on the floor

 

and five Knights are driving

through the clouds, 

their faith abounds

across Nebraska

lightening flashing brightly from their swords. 

 

some days make better Rain, 

and a better Rain will fall

 

Ride on, Nebraska. 

Ride on, there are Mountains past the Plains for you

Ride on, and the Others, they will follow you

Ride on, Nebraska. 

Ride on, sweet Nebraska, 

Ride on, Ride on

Ride on

Good Luck Unto Ya

Hallelujah! Good luck Unto Ya,

Who knew it could feel so good - to say “goodbye”?

Hallelujah! Good luck Unto Ya,

no need to shake my hand - no need to cry

 

I gave you my back porch and a radio…

That radio was good to me. 

What did happen to that radio?

What’s left of the back porch, I can see…

 

Never the Bad Man- take your things and scram, Sam!

 

Hallelujah! Good luck Unto Ya,

Who knew it could feel so good - to say “goodbye”?

Hallelujah! Good luck Unto Ya,

no need to shake my hand - no need to cry

 

I remember the sad song you used to sing, 

used to sing for me. 

It was quite the sad song you used to sing, 

though you never noticed what the words did mean…

 

Never the Bad Man- take your things and scram, Sam!

 

Hallelujah! Good luck Unto Ya,

Who knew it could feel so good - to say “goodbye”?

Hallelujah! Good luck Unto Ya,

no need to shake my hand - no need to cry

The Little Pie Blues

She’s my favorite Little Pie on the window sill

She’s my favorite Little Pie on the window sill

I heard one taste of you, mama, would be any man’s fill

 

In the evening when the clouds seem to sigh

In the evening when the clouds seem to sigh

they say I’m an easy man to satisfy

 

Rhubarb, Pecan, Pumpkin, Apple or Peach- 

don’t matter to me, what you preach

Strawberry, Blueberry, Rasberry, one of each- 

with a cup of tea always in reach

Won’t you come out of that oven, mama?

I’ll be the breeze that you seek