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SOMETIMES I DRINK ALONE
Sometimes I Drink Alone
V1
It don't happen every time
But girl it’s worth the try
Even the chance to see you’s worth the drive
I’m in Montgomery now
Traffics light and I’m headed south
With any luck I’ll be there by 5
I’ll do the same thing I always do
To try to find you
CHORUS
I’ll stop and buy two Ice cold beers
Walk down Miller County pier
Sit on the end and watch the setting sun
I’ll think about that goodbye kiss
From your cotton candy lips
How we lived a dozen summers in just one
Sometimes your memory joins me for a toast
Sometimes I drink alone
V2
Girl I don't even care
When people stop and stare
As I laugh and talk with someone they can’t see
I open your bud light can
Set it beside me and
I hope and pray this time you’ll come to me
When I get there I’ll do what I always do
To try to find you
(Chorus)
If you don’t show
I’ll drink em’ both
But, I’ll be back…and
(Chorus)
Sometimes I sit there talking to your ghost
And sometimes I drink alone
Pat Kelley
Bazonkers Music, LLC BMI
C 802-376-8847
pk2@vermontel.net
Marty Dodson (Martin Edward Dodson) IPI# 00179354240 (SESAC)
Sail Away Songs Acct 5285698 - IPI #01078430260
martydsongs@gmail.com
615-300-7371
CJ Stevens Self Publishing
cjstevens82@yahoo.com 518-321-3113
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IT'S A COWBOY LIFE
IT’S A COWBOY LIFE
Chorus
It’s a cowboy life
It’ll rope you in
It gets real deep under your skin
Ain’t about gettin’ rich
It’s a daily scratching of an itch
Yeah, it’s a cowboy life
Some are born to it
Some make the choice
Neither one can quit
It all comes with a heavy price
It’s a cowboy life
He’ll ride the range from dusk till dawn
We call it wild, he calls it home
His painted horse has served him well
They’ve been through storms, they’ve been through hell
He’s got a gun strapped to his hip
For the rattlesnakes along his trips
Chorus
Still thinks about what could’ve been
With a blue-eyed girl from way back when
She was a fire that never died
Still keeps him warm sometimes at night
Won’t be headlines when he’s gone
Just a simple cross and stone
Chorus…instrumental
It’s a cowboy life
It’ll rope you in
It gets real deep under your skin
It’s a cowboy life
Chorus
Copyright 12/20/21 Pat Kelley/Bucky Jones/Jordan Oaks
C 802-376-8847 O 802-885-3307
Email: pk2@vermontel.net
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SOMETHIN' BOUT A BEACH
Somethin’ Bout A Beach
Horns are honkin', it's a traffic jam
Birds are flyin' from the drivers hands
My baby tells me, "boy be patient
We've got a little bit of heaven waiting"
A rainbow kite is flyin' high
A girl's bodyboardin' as we arrive
(Chorus)
Warm sand, cool Colada's
Worries fade with the waves in the sea
Can't wait to get there
Always hate to leave
There's peace in the salty breeze
There's somethin' bout a beach
Aw, somethin' bout a beach
We're Coppertoned, yeah the suns on fire
Busy chillin' to a sea gulls choir
Livin' in flip flops, ain't this the life
Para salin' through a clear blue sky
(Chorus)
It's like steppin' off a treadmill
The world slows down to a standstill
(Chorus)
Long kisses in the moonlight
Rollin' with the tide, we've got all night
Yeah, there's somethin' bout a beach
Yeah, there's somethin' bout a beach
Oh, somethin' bout a beach
Man, there's just somethin' bout a beach
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WHEN WE GET LIKE THAT-DUET
When We Get Like That
It's crazy how our fires start
Sometimes with just a look
You catch me with a simple touch
Then girl you set the hook
There comes a point, where I can't help myself
Once we get started, can't think of nothing else
Then it's....
CHORUS
Here we go again
Ain’t no big surprise
There's no stoppin' us
When I'm drowning in your eyes
Wild horses couldn't hold us back
Yeah, baby that's a fact
When we get like that
Ouu, when we get like that
A little wine round our fire pit
Just you and me and the stars
A sexy song comes on the radio
Now we’re close dancin’ in the dark
It’s somethin’ just as simple as that
Comes on slow or comes on real fast
Then it’s…
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Seems like you always know…when I need you most
Then it’s…
CHORUS
Oh, don't you just love it when we get like that
Ouu, when we get like that
© April 13, 2022 Pat Kelley/Jim Karns
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A PLACE TO PLANT MY BOOTS
Right now I'm breathin' in my freedom
Lovin' every song I sing
Tappin' my hand over my heart
For the crowds the good Lord brings
Someday I'm gonna settle down...way down
Marry a special girl, live in a cornfield town
(Chorus)
With our name painted on the mailbox
Near a white picket fence
Our kids rope swingin' from the tree house
Sleepin' in their backyard tent
We'll be kickin' back
Kissin' our way through I love you's
When these crazy days are over
I'll be looking for
A place to plant my boots
She'll be rockin' the PTA
And teachin' Sunday school
Makin' sure homework gets done
Layin' down her momma rules
I'll be coachin' Little League and untyin' fishin' lines
Hangin' birthday pinietta’s and stringin’ Christmas lights
Chorus
Sometimes I'll spot a girl through all those faces
And my heart and my mind start racin'...to
Chorus
A place to plant my boots
Layin' down some hometown roots
Oooh yeah, a place to plant my boots
© 10/2/15 Pat Kelley
Office: 802-885-3307 Cell: 802-376-8847 pk2@vermontel.net
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SMALL TOWN BIG BARN
Small Town Big Barn
There's a bright red wooden structure out on Highway 5
Holds a hundred head 'a cattle, it's long and it's wide
It becomes a billboard when the young bucks raise some hell
White letters spell out secrets no ones supposed to tell
(Chorus)
Small town big barn
All the latest gossip fresh from the farm
When nosy neighbors need to know
They don't need to go too far
Small town big barn
The ministers got a mistress, the mayors on the take
Kate Johnson loves her liquor, Jack and Billy both love Kate
Judge Walker's bouncin' checks, the game warden's jackin' deer
For a good time just call the sheriff's daughter 'round here
(Chorus)
Every time that ol' farmer puts on a fresh coat of red
New headlines seem to crop up when he goes to bed
(Chorus)
Oh, small town big barn
Dang that barn
Copyright 7/3/16 Pat Kelley and Sandy Ramos
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TOUCH ONE LIFE
Touch One Life
TV man says, "don't look away you can do something great for penny's a day"
It's so hard to see the pain on the face of that little boy
There’s a mom right here in my home town
She’s been sick, two kids runnin' 'round
And she comes from a long line of proud
Never learned how to put her hand out
And I think…
(Chorus)
If not me....who
If not now...when
But, for the grace of God
I'd be one of them
Hey, I know I can’t change the whole world
But, I….can touch one life
So, tonight I’ll go down to the grocery store, fill a few bags to leave by the door
When they wake up tomorrow at least there’ll be food in the house
I’ll write a note and sign, “Just a friend”
With five simple words, “I’ve been where you’ve been”
I can’t make her troubles all end
But, I can help her get back up again
Because...
(Repeat chorus)
I’ve got clothes on my back and I’m well fed
I’m safe from the storms with a roof over head
(Repeat chorus)
Yea I…can touch one life….oh, I…can touch one life
Copyright 6/7/14 Bucky Jones and Pat Kelley
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I SURE MISS 9/12
I Sure Miss 9/12
Twin towers turned to rubble and ashes from the planes
Our hearts were like one, bursting from the pain
Evil men thought they could tear us all apart
They hit a couple targets, but they sure missed their mark
(Chorus)
Our spirits soared like eagles flying high
Never seen us come together
And be more unified
Politicians arm and arm
Didn't matter what their stripes
Average Joe's becoming heroes
A million flags waving with pride
Somehow it's all gone to hell
Man, I sure miss 9/12
Now everybody’s angry at everybody else
We’re busy pointin’ fingers, never blaming ourselves
It shouldn't take a war to get us back on track
When all we’ve gotta do is have each others back
Repeat chorus
Our Pentagon still stands wide and proud
Flight 93 in Shanksville lies on sacred ground
Bet those terrorists were shaking in their souls
When that patriot stood up and yelled “let’s roll”
Repeat chorus (break down)
I pray someday with God’s help
We’ll get back to how were on 9/12
© 6/7/22 Pat Kelley/Bucky Jones
Contact: Pat C 802-376-8847
Email: pk2@vermontel.net
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LORD SAVE ME FROM MYSELF (BEST OF SONGU.COM)
Lord Save Me From Myself
Lord, I've been studyin' the bible searchin' for the truth
I wanna learn ev'ry word that came from you
These days ain't been easy, guess I'm goin' through a test
My hard head makes things harder and I make a bigger mess
(Chorus)
Lord save me from myself
While I get out of the way
When you speak to me
Let me listen closer
To what you have to say
You're the only one I know that can help
Lord save me from myself
I thought I knew all the answers, huh, turns out I don't
Can't find peace awake or asleep goin' it alone
Now I turn to the page, where you say, "turn the other cheek"
Oh, why can't I be that strong, in those times I need to be
(Chorus)
Please lift this veil of darkness, cause I'm lost
And I could sure use a hand with this cross
(Chorus)
Lord save me from myself
Copyright 2013 Pat Kelley
pk2@vermontel.net 802-885-3307
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POUR ME SOME HAPPY
Pour Me Some Happy
My baby ran off with the UPS man
Headed down to Vegas in his big ol' brown van
I'm left with the bills for all these packages and
None of them belong to me
My old Dodge is dyin' in a bed of rust
My corn crop is dryin' in a field of dust
I'm lower than a snake belly in a rut
But, you've got the remedy
(Chorus)
So, pour me some happy
Big glass of feel good
Gimme what they got
Cuz it's lookin' real good
Ask me what I need
I'll tell you exactly
Pour me, pour me some happy
Ev'rybody's celebratin' like it's New Year's Eve
Or a Mardi Gras party in New Orleans
Boys slappin' high fives, girls smilin' at me
Wish I could buy 'em all a round
But, that lottery number I forgot to play
Turned out to hit the jackpot today
I'm missin' out on fourteen million and change...
(Repeat chorus)
A shrink might take a year, but I can get my healin' right here
(Repeat chorus)
Copyright 2013 Kelley/Haller/Leavitt
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REAL GIRL
Real Girl
I watch you fightin' with the mirror
And fussin' with your dress
That cloud of doubt your wearin'
Is messin' with your head
You keep starin' at the cover of that Cosmo Magazine
Comparing yourself to airbrushed fantasies
(Chorus)
I wanna real girl
And that's what I see
Talkin' bout a real girl
Pure perfection to me
Oh, you're beautiful
So, don't change a thing
I wanna real girl
And you're a real girl
You glance up from your menu
As she slowly passes by
Her type are like a magnet
Holdin' everybody's eyes
You turn around and ask me if I still want what you've got
And I say, "everything you have is everything I want"
(Repeat chorus)
If you could stand inside my shoes for one minute
And gaze out from my eyes
You'd know I've found the only girl I want
To love for the rest of my life
(Repeat chorus)
Oh, I want a real girl
And you're a real girl
Copyright 2012 Susie Strange, Ed Leavitt and Pat Kelley
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THE MAN MY DOG THINKS I AM
THE MAN MY DOG THINKS I AM
Well I've finally come to grips with the man I am
And I know I'll never please you baby, there's just no way I can
To you I'm just a loser and that's all I'll ever be
But I've found someone who sees me yeah a little differently
(Chorus)
I just wanna be the man my dog thinks I am
To her I am a rock star and she's my biggest fan
I just love those pretty brown eyes oh and how they don't condemn
And I just wanna be the man my dog thinks I am
Everytime you turn away well she comes to lick my face
When you raise your voice in anger, she shows me its ok
Honey when you put me down, well she's right there by my side
I know you ain't happy, but she's always satisfied...and
(Repeat chorus)
(Bridge)
Well I'll admit she's no Lassie, but she's good at chasin' sticks
And I'm her knight in shinning armour, and I just love that little...
(Repeat chorus)
(Outtro)
Oh, I just wanna be the man for my floppy eared best friend
I just wanna be the man my dog thinks I am
You be careful now honey...don't step on the dog's toys on the way out
Copyright 2010 Bucky Jones, BMI and Pat Kelley, BMI
802-885-3307 pk2@vermontel.net
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HE BLEEDS BLUE
He Bleeds Blue
She runs her hot iron over his uniform
It's cleaned and pressed with a crease, not one thread is torn
She kisses him goodbye, plants one on his badge for luck
Then he's off to his thankless job, the one he loves so much
(Chorus)
He bleeds blue
Pride written on his face
He knows the danger
And does his job anyway
Out there trying to make a diff'rence
Protecting me and you
Tuning out the ridicule
'Cause he bleeds blue
There's kids that hang in the park, he's takin' a liking to
Spends time with them to listen and to shoot some hoops
He brings Ms. Jones her mail, cause she's been laid up for months
Then he saves a wife with a black eye and hauls the creep away in cuffs
Just a routine traffic stop, like he's done a thousand times
Soon his partner cries while he tells the wife,
"God called our brother home tonight"
(Breakdown Chorus)
And he bleeds blue
Pride written on his face
He knew the danger
And did his job anyway
Out there trying to make a diff'rence
Protecting me and you
Was scorned and ridiculed
Yet, he bleeds blue
Scorned and ridiculed
Oh, he bleeds blue
She runs her hot iron over his uniform
It's cleaned and pressed with a crease...'cept where the threads are torn
Dispatcher final call: "Dispatch to badge 371 (silence). Dispatch to badge 371 (silence). Officer...thank you for your service. Your work here is done."
Copyright 7/8/16 Pat Kelley, BMI
Office: 802-885-3307 Cell: 802-376-8847
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TOP DOWN DAY
TOP DOWN DAY
Vs.1
Not a cloud in the sky, the brightest shade of blue
What a day for a drive, we’re on our way
Baby me and you
Let our cares slip away, no time for them today
Ridin’ side by side, feel the wind in our hair
Spirits comin’ alive, we can go anywhere
So fun to drive, flyin’ away, it’s a TOP DOWN DAY
Chorus
CAN’T BEAT CRUISIN’ ON A TOP DOWN DAY
SINGIN’ ALONG WHILE THE RADIO PLAYS
FEELIN’ THE FREEDOM OF A LONG HIGHWAY
OH, WE’RE CRUISIN’ ON A TOP DOWN DAY
YEAH, JUST CRUISIN’ ON A TOP DOWN DAY
Vs. 2
Slip on my shades and lean back, holdin’ hands real tight
Got the other on the wheel, you whisper in my ear
Can’t wait for tonight
We’ll leave the world far away, right here I wanna stay
Ridin’ side by side, feel the wind in our hair
Spirits comin’ alive, we can go anywhere
So fun to drive, flyin’ away, it’s a TOP DOWN DAY
Repeat Chorus x2 and fade
*Note: The demo was cut with V1 and V2 then Chorus 2x. This was done for potential use in a car commercial. The chorus is 30 seconds. It can be done either way.
Pat Kelley © 2004
Office: 802-885-3307
pk2@vermontel.net
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WHERE I GO TO CHURCH
Where I Go To Church
It's a perfect Sunday mornin' down here at the creek
And I'm a one man congregation once again this week
My troubles start to drift away as the water rolls on by
And the birds sing hallelujah as my spirit comes back to life
(Chorus)
That's where I go to church
In a sanctuary of heaven here on earth
The one my Father built
No human hand can stand a chance
Against God's handi-work
So, that's where I go
Where I go to church
I take my communion where my soul is fed
And I don't need a cathedral, a steeple high over my head
And I'm not tryin' to change you or tell you where to find your peace
But, a field of green or a mountain stream always works for me
(Chorus)
That's where I go to church
In a sanctuary of heaven here on earth
The one my Father built
No human hand can stand a chance
Against God's handi-work
So, that's where I go
Where I go to church
(1/2 chorus)
It's not made with human hands
It's God's own handi-work
So, that's where I go
Where I go
Where I go to church
Copyright 2011 Angela Kaset/Pat Kelley
Angela-Eleven Eleven Publishing Nashville
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HURT PEOPLE HURT PEOPLE
HURT PEOPLE HURT PEOPLE
His whiskey lit temper caught fire again and again
Ghosts in his closet just always haunted him
He’d lash out at his boy, and it was passed on down
Now that boy is grown and the pain goes round and round
CHORUS
Hurt people, hurt people
Like a ripple on the water when a stone is thrown
From one heart to another, the wave keeps rollin’ on
That’s just the way it goes
And why, nobody knows
Hurt people, hurt people
His daddy hurt him, and now he’s hurting you
You don’t understand it, wondering what did you do
Well, you’ve done nothing to deserve the pain you feel
There’s a wound deep in his soul that just won’t ever heal
(Repeat CHORUS)
We can’t break the chain
Not even for love’s sake
So it just goes on and on
Heartache to heartache
(Repeat CHORUS)
© 3/17/22 Bucky Jones/Pat Kelley
802-376-8847
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MY TATTOO'S
My Tattoo’s
Don’t have much ink painted on my skin
No face of Jesus, though I believe in Him
No “I love mom” on my arm, but she knows that I do
No name of an old flame, I'd have to get removed
All my best ones lie deep inside
Some I’m proud to share, other ones I hide
Chorus
That kinda ink can’t be erased
I’ll take ‘em all to my grave
Faces and places
Mistakes and God's graces
They all tell my truth
My tattoo's…my tattoo’s
Some make me smile and some left scars
First love, first broken heart and first guitar
My best friend from school, I haven’t seen since then
Front porch talks with grandpa, wish I could have again
(long talks and walks with grandpa)
Memories engraved on my heart
At least a thousand more left their mark
Chorus
Some have faded to black and white
Some are summer rainbow bright
Chorus
Yeah, they all tell my truth
Oh yes, they do…my tattoo’s
My Tattoo’s
© 3/30/22 Pat Kelley, BMI Bazonkers Music, LLC
Email: pk2@vermontel.net C 802-376-8847 O 802-885-3307
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BORN ON THE BAYOU BABY
BORN ON THE BAYOU BABY
Vs. 1
I'm a hard headed boy from Alabama, with hot southern blood in my veins
I was hitch hikin' through Atlanta, when I was saved from the Georgia rain
By four wheels from Louisiana with Ms. Heaven in the drivers seat
Oh, she held my eyes like a carpenters vice and wouldn't let go of me
Chorus
She's my BORN ON THE BAYOU BABY
Cajun queen and I don't mean maybe
She’ll catch a crawfish
Give ‘em a beer
Tame an alligator without any fear
She likes livin' on the other side of crazy
She's my BORN ON THE BAYOU BABY
Vs. 2
Well, that long legged girl from Louisiana, made a bee line to Baton Rouge
She was a dancer in Savanna, but she was headed back to her roots
Now we’re livin’ on jambalaya and I’m lovin’ her voodoo ways
And her wild side keeps me satisfied, that’s why I’m here to stay
Repeat chorus (With my...)
Bridge
Oh, there’s nothing wrong with settlin’ down
With a girl who was raised on the edge of a swamp
Ring on her finger, fire in her eyes
I’m so glad she’s my
Repeat chorus (BORN ON THE BAYOU BABY...one in a million man I don’t mean maybe...)
Tag
Oh, she’s my BORN ON THE BAYOU BABY
Oh, I love my BORN ON THE BAYOU BABY
© 2008 Pat Kelley, BMI and Bucky Jones, BMI
pk2@vermontel.net
Office: 802-885-3307
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I DON'T LOOK A DAY OVER YOU-DUET VERSION (BEST OF SONGU)
I DON’T LOOK A DAY OVER YOU
Vs. 1 (duet-male)
I look at the pictures, we took down in old Mexico
Then I glance in the mirror, and the years have been kind I suppose
I still look the same, except for a wrinkle or two
And when I look in my eyes, there's no way to deny
I DON'T LOOK A DAY OVER YOU
Chorus
The way my arms held you that day
Is the way my heart holds you tonight
I'd never let you slip away
If I could just go back in time
There are feelings the years can't erase
And some ties that bind won't come loose
And teardrops don't lie
And I guess that's why
I DON'T LOOK A DAY OVER YOU
Vs. 2 (duet-female)
I remember the night, we spent in that Red Rose cantina
We danced in the shadows, kissed as we sipped margarita's
My body’s in Texas, but I left my heart in Cancun
'Cause every woman (man that) I meet, says it's plain to see
I DON'T LOOK A DAY OVER YOU
Repeat Chorus
TAG
Oh, tear drops don't lie
And I guess that's why
I DON'T LOOK A DAY OVER YOU
Copyright 2008 Pat Kelley, BMI and Bucky Jones, BMI
Note: We have a male only version.
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LET'S GO OUT TONIGHT
LET’S GO OUT TONIGHT
GIRL YOU’VE BEEN WORKIN’ TOO HARD YOU KNOW THAT I HAVE TOO
I’M LEAVIN’ THIS MESSAGE ROUND 3PM ON FRIDAY AFTERNOON
I’LL BE HOME AROUND SUNDOWN PLEASE LEAVE THE KIDS WITH MY MOM
THROW THE DISHES IN THE SINK LET THE PHONE RING
PUT YOUR BOOTS AND BLUE JEANS ON
(CHORUS)
LET’S GO OUT TONIGHT LIKE THE GOOD ‘OLE DAYS
PRETEND WE'RE STARS AT THE KARAOKE BAR
LIKE WE DID ON OUR FIRST DATE
LET'S GO OUT TONIGHT
THEN WITH SPRINGSTEEN ON
LAY A DUST CLOUD DOWN TO THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN
MAKE WAVES IN THE SKINNY DIP POND
HOLD EACHOTHER TIGHT
LET’S GO OUT TONIGHT
THERE’S TWO BIKES LYIN’ IN THE DRIVE STUBBED MY TOE ON GI JOE
THAT STEAM FROM THE SHOWER CLEAN JEANS ON THE BED SAY YOU’RE GETTIN’READY TO GO
TILL THE SUN COMES UP TOMORROW IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU AND ME
NO BALLGAMES ‘R WORK NO SWEEPIN’ UP DIRT
RUNNY NOSES OR SKINNED UP KNEES
(REPEAT CHORUS)
ALL THIS STRESS CAN’T BE A GOOD THING A LITTLE FUN CAN’T BE A SIN
IT'S TIME WE TOOK A LITTLE TIME OUT TO GET A SECOND WIND
(REPEAT CHORUS)
OH A LITTLE KISSIN’ IN THE DARK LITTLE LOVE UNDER THE STARS
LET’S GO OUT TONIGHT
LET’S GO OUT TONIGHT
LET’S GO OUT TONIGHT
© 2009 Pat Kelley, BMI
Office: 802-885-3307
Email: pk2@vermontel.net
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IT MIGHT GET LOUD-DUET (BEST OF SONGU)
It MIGHT GET LOUD
MAM I SEE YOU'RE NEW IN TOWN
IF YOU LEFT THE CITY LIGHTS FOR A QUIET COUNTRY LIFE
A PLACE TO SETTLE DOWN...WELCOME TO MAYBERRY RFD
QUIET AS A TUMBLE WEED MOST OF THE WEEK
BUT WHEN FRIDAY NIGHT ROLLS AROUND
GONNA GIVE YOU FAIR WARNING RIGHT NOW
(CHORUS)
IT MIGHT GET LOUD
OH IT MIGHT GET ROWDY
YEAH IT HAPPENS EVERY TIME WE PARTY
THERE MIGHT BE DANCIN' ON THE BAR
FIGHTS OUT IN THE YARD
LIKE A BOLT FROM A THUNDER CLOUD
IT MIGHT GET LOUD
OH IT MIGHT GET LOUD
I SAID COWBOY I AIN'T NO CITY CHICK
I GREW UP IN KICKER BOOTS GOT DEEP COUNTRY ROOTS
OUT IN THE STICKS...WHAT YOU SEE AIN'T ALWAYS WHAT YOU GET
AND YOU AIN'T SEEN MY WILD SIDE YET
CUZ WHEN FRIDAY NIGHT ROLLS AROUND
I'LL GIVE YOU FAIR WARNING RIGHT NOW
(CHORUS)
IT MIGHT GET LOUD
OH IT MIGHT GET ROWDY
YEAH IT HAPPENS EVERY TIME I PARTY
I MIGHT BE DANCIN' ON THE BAR
CAT FIGHTIN' IN THE YARD
LIKE A BOLT FROM A THUNDER CLOUD
I MIGHT GET LOUD
OH I MIGHT GET LOUD
WELL YOU JUST MIGHT DISCOVER
IF WE RUN INTO ONE ANOTHER
(REPEAT 2ND CHORUS)
(OUTTRO)
I POUND SOME SHOTS ON THE ROCKS
AND IT SETS ME OFF
LIKE A FUSE LIGHTIN' UP A BOMB
IT MIGHT GET LOUD
OH IT MIGHT GET LOUD...YEAH IT MIGHT LOUD...IT MIGHT GET LOUD...YEAH YEAH YEAH
Copyright 2010 Pat Kelley, BMI
Office: 802-885-2193 Cell: 802-376-8847 pk2@vermontel.net
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EVERY SUNDAY (BEST OF SONGU)
EVERY SUNDAY (Best of SongU)
Vs.1
He wore his past on his calloused hands
His chest beat with the heart of a lonely man
He’d been a slave to that old brown bottle
And each tomorrow was just yesterday again
In a vision late one night, he saw an Angel dressed in white
Who whispered to him throw that bottle down
Chorus
Then EVERY SUNDAY, a few pews from the back
He'd open up his Bible, to keep himself on track
And with the Gospel choir, sang praises to our Father
He believed God heard him every time he prayed
And he prayed, yes he prayed
EVERY SUNDAY
Vs. 2
A single mom, tryin' to make her way
Two precious kids to feed and bills to pay
She gave up on love when her man left her
And her heart became more bitter every day
In a vision late one night, she saw an Angel dressed in white
Who told her how to turn her life around
Chorus
Then EVERY SUNDAY, a few pews from the back
She'd open up her Bible, to keep herself on track
And with the Gospel choir, sang praises to our Father
She believed God heard her every time she prayed
And she prayed, yes she prayed
EVERY SUNDAY
BRIDGE:
They still don't know why, they caught each others eye
When the annual church picnic came around
But a look can be enough, to plant the seeds of love
When an Angel dressed in white is smiling down
Final chours
Now EVERY SUNDAY, a few pews from the back
They open up their Bibles, to keep themselves on track
And with the Gospel choir, sing praises to our Father
They believe God hears them every time they pray
And they pray, yes they pray
EVERY SUNDAY, oh yes they pray, EVERY SUNDAY
© 2006 Pat Kelley and Bucky Jones
pk2@vermontel.net
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FIX THIS TRUCK
Fix This Truck
Drivin' down to Macon my 'ole truck's engine played out
Oil light was blinkin', it was spittin' out a hot steam cloud
Took a tow truck ride to a Texaco a man put 'er on a lift
Said, she's bleedin' rust, motors cooked 'n its hard to find parts for it
And I said,
(Chorus 1)
"This truck was my dad's
I still see him in that cab
What I'd give for one more fishin' trip
When I close my eyes he's drivin' it
There's a million boyhood mem'rys 'neath that red Georgia dust
So mister, please fix this truck"
He stood there for a minute, greasy rag held in his hands
Then he tugged his cap n' said, "I'll do the best I can
Can't promise much, but I'll be in touch, son if it's meant to be"
I said, "I know it's only metal, but it means so much to me
doncha' see,
(Repeat chorus 1)
It must've been a month when he pulled up right out front
In a 30 year old like new red pickup truck
Well, he tugged his cap, gave my back a slap, then pulled his wallet out
Showed me a black n' white and I thought I saw a tear run down
And he said,
(Chorus)
This truck was my dad's
I still see him in that cab
What I'd give for one more fishin' trip
Cuz, when I close my eyes he's drivin' it
There's a million boyhood mem'rys 'neath that Alabama dust
And he taught me how to fix this truck
Yea, he taught me how to fix this truck
Copyright 2012 Pat Kelley/Curly Putman/Bucky Jones
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DANCIN' IN THE BARN
Dancin' In The Barn
I plow the fields, load that silo
Mend a fence, by the corn rows
Move some dirt with that back hoe
Aw, doncha know it takes a toll
Well, I'm just hired hand
And sometimes I'd like to quit
But, the farmer's got a daughter
And she's everything I'd miss
(Chorus)
She sneaks out the back door
When the sun goes down
Meets me in the hay loft
And we go round 'n round
Got a disco ball and boom box
And the best time on that farm
Is when the work day's over
And we go dancin' in the barn
We take off our boots, play a slow track
Move in close, I lose my ball cap
Start to sway, yeah she likes that
Pick up the pace and we rock fast
(Chorus)
Oh, I love it when she shows off her moves
Aw, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake away my blues
(Chorus)
Oh, we go dancin' in the barn
Yeah, round 'n, 'round, 'n 'round
We go...dancin' in the barn
Oh, we go dancin' in the barn
....Hey girl, show me that move one more time
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout...ha-ha...whew
Copyright 9/27/15 Pat Kelley, BMI --- END ---
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YOU'RE MY MERRY CHRISTMAS
You’re My Merry Christmas
V1
The mall Santa's getting quite an ear full
From every girl and boy
Moms and dads 'r wearing out their shoes
Loading up with toys
There's no mystery bout what I want
Can't get it from ol' St. Nick
No catalog or Amazon
Has that special gift...'cause
Chorus
Your my Merry Christmas baby
The one thing on my wish list
You light my love light up like crazy
When we're cuddled up like this
Ouuu, you're my Merry Christmas
V2
Mistletoe is hanging like an invite
Fire's poppin' and the mood is just right
I'm all wrapped up with you and me
Couldn't care less what's under the tree...ooh
Chorus
Instrumental....la, la, la's
Chorus
Ouuu, you're my Merry Christmas
Ho, ho, ho, you're my Merry Christmas
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Copyright 1/1/21 Pat Kelley, BMI
802-376-8847/802-885-3307
Email: pk2@vermontel.net
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THE BEST IS YET TO COME (BEST OF SONGU)
THE BEST IS YET TO COME
V1
I see your green toy soldiers in a box with a mask from Halloween
Your first grade pictures lying there with a cap from your old ball team
Your bedroom seems so empty now, without you in it son
But as you start your life with your new bride, I know the best is yet to come
CHORUS
Take her hand
Spread your wings
Fly as one
And build a million memories
I wish you joy
Oh, I wish you love
And I trust in God
That the best is yet to come
V2
Well, there’s smiling faces all around and the vows have all been said
There’s a pretty girl who waits for you with a white veil on her head
As we move across the dance floor, I’m so proud of you son
And I look in your eyes and realize, that the best is yet to come
Repeat chorus
Instrumental
Repeat chorus
Tag
Oh, I trust in God
That the best is yet to come
© 2007 Pat Kelley
Office: 802-885-3307
pk2@vermontel.net
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YOU GOT ME STARTED
You Got Me Started
© 2016 Pat Kelley/Lee Johnson
I'd picked out my cornflakes, turned left on aisle 5
My head was out in space when I felt our carts collide
We chased your can of peas down to the frozen foods
Laughed till we were breathless, flirting like two damn fools
I was fallin' fast for you, 'cause...
(Chorus)
You got me started like a spark-plug firing up and
My heart was pumpin' like a NAS-CAR driver bumpin’
Those lips, that smile, those dimples
That laugh, those eyes that twinkle
Like all the brightest stars,
You caught me so off guard
Girl, you got me started
Girl, you got me started
I got your cell phone number, rang you up that Friday night
Went out for Marguirita's, swore I'd get you home by nine
Next thing I knew we’re dancing, last ones out on the floor
Bartender yelled out, “last call”, it wasn’t drinks we were lookin’ for
But, we still wanted something more, ‘cause...
Chorus 2 then Bridge:
I tipped our taxi driver, and we kissed like more than friends
As you turned the key on your front door
You smiled that smile said, "come on in"
Chorus 3 Breakdown 1st ½ then Big then Vamps out...
You got me started like a spark-plug firing up and
My heart is pumpin' like a NAS-CAR driver bumpin’
Those lips, that smile, those dimples
That laugh, those eyes that twinkle
Like all the brightest stars,
You caught me so off guard
Girl, you got me started
Oh...girl you got me started
Vamps out: Girl you got me started//
Contact: Pat Kelley/Bazonkers Music, LLC (BMI)
Office: 802-885-3307 pk2@vermontel.net
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I NEED A DAY (BEST OF SONGU)
I Need A Day
Don't feel like workin'
Don't feel like toein' the line
Wanna put on my laid back
Soak up the sunshine
Gonna pack a lunch
Gonna call in sick
Bust outta this rut I'm in
24 hour fix
(Chorus)
I need a day away from everything and everyone
Kick back, relax, rewind and have a little fun
Lay out a blanket in a big field of grass
No clouds-blue skies
Solo dancin' with a glass of wine
Just Chillin' out givin' myself a break
Yeah, I need a day
Won't make no diff'rence
Won't change a thing
World won't stop spinnin'
If I break my routine
I might skinny dip
Might pick some violets
Or chase some butterflies
Until the sun sets
Cause...
(Chorus)
No boss, no boys, no deadlines (drama) or high tech toys
(Chorus)
I need a...I need a...I need a day
Copyright 11/14/15 Pat Kelley and Ed Leavitt
Office: 802-885-3307
pk2@vermontel.net
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PREACH IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT
Preach It Like You Mean It
Oh, yeah preach it, come on preach it
The old preacher said, "Son, I don't mean to laugh
But, before my first sermon, my knees knocked like that
Just take a deep breath, feel the message in your bones
Then bring the holy hammer down, and Brother take it on home
Open up the heavens, close the door to hell
Reach down deep, pull it from the well and
(Chorus)
Preach it like you mean it
Yeah, have a real come to Jesus
Thump your Bible
Raise the roof
Bring 'em to their feet
Screamin' for the Truth
And preach it like you mean it
Oh yeah, preach it like you mean it
The young preacher stood, then he grabbed that mic
And went about the business of showing them the light
The sermon that he gave was not the one he planned
Words rained down from something greater than a man
Every arm reached up, like he'd cast a spell
The walls did shake and the old preacher yelled
(Chorus)
(Turnaround)
(Chorus)
Then he shouted, can I get an amen, let me hear an amen--oh a little louder now, little bit louder, hallelujah...come on now you've got it brother, preach it like you mean it
Copyright 10/22/14 Bucky Jones and Pat Kelley
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TALKIN' TO HER COFFEE CUP
Talkin' To Her Coffee Cup
He hangs his cane on the diner coat rack, near his favorite corner booth
Even though he's alone, the waitress sets a place for two
Always pours him his black coffee and one more with a touch of cream
Soon he's deep in conversation with someone no one can see
(Chorus)
He ain't crazy
He's just lonely
Oh, her memory
Keeps him company
Like she's still alive
Gets a twinkle in his eyes
Yeah, they light up
Talkin' to her coffee cup
He slips a quarter in the Juke box, hits A-6 for Nat King Cole
Sings along like he wrote their song, the one called, "Ramblin' Rose"
It brings him back to when they'd dance and she'd take his breath away
In a ballroom or their kitchen, he shuts his eyes and starts to sway
(Repeat chorus)
Says to the waitress, "People are like candles
Their flame can blow out anytime
A breeze came along and before I knew it
In a blink, she lost her light"
(Repeat chorus)
Oh, you outta see his eyes light up
Talkin' to her coffee cup
Copyright 2012-revised Nov 2015 Pat Kelley, BMI
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THE BEST PICTURES (BEST OF SONGU)
THE BEST PICTURES
Copyright 2015 Lee Johnson/Bucky Jones/Pat Kelley
Girl, there’s a shoebox in my head full of photographs
None of them were taken by a camera lense
Like the first time I laid eyes on you in high school
And the way you wore that California tan
They’re special moments of a time and place
Snapshots of life that never fade
(Chorus)
I can’t hold them in my hands
But, they’re real
Like my first bike, my first fight
My first time behind the wheel
I can see ‘em in my mind
Crystal clear
Like our first touch, our first kiss
Yeah, that one I had to steal
The first time we gave into temptation
Girl, all the best pictures are the ones not taken
I remember that balloon ride at Daytona Beach
Your eyes looked like saucers way up there
When we touched the ground again you kissed it
But, you never did admit that you were scared
Girl, I keep a thousand memories like that
In this photo album covered by my cap
(Chorus)
All the best pictures are the ones
Girl, the way you look tonight, you know it’s true
I wanna freeze another frame of you
(Chorus)
All the best pictures are the ones….the ones not taken (Repeat x2)
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A GREATER HAND WRITES THE SONGS
A Greater Hand Writes The Songs
Another show...
A lot of souls came here lookin' for a good time
I'd like to touch...
Something deep inside each one tonight
Oh, there's somethin' 'bout the right words
That flow with perfect rhymes
Yeah, it's almost like magic
When a writer gets it right
(Chorus)
I'm a painter of pictures in someone's mind
A teller of tales unfolding line by line
I'd sure like to take the credit
When they laugh, when they cry
Oh, but I've known all along
Though I move the pen
A greater hand writes the songs
Songs hold the power...
To move a grouchy old bitter man to tears
Might spark romance..
Or make folks dance like they haven't done in years
Some might be medicine
To heal a broken heart
And another may join lovers
Who had drifted worlds apart
(Chorus)
I write...He crafts the message
And I play...He gives me the notes
And I sing...pour my soul into it
And watch the music matter
To the ones who need it most
(Chorus)
Yeah, a far greater hand writes the songs
Copyright 10/15/15 Pat Kelley and Allen Krehbiel
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GUITARS 'N WHAMMY BARS
Guitars 'N Whammy Bars
A dirt parkin' lot, jacked up trucks, "live music" painted on a sign
The whole joint's shakin, earth is quakin' 'neath my feet while I stand in line
I'll be gettin' coyote ugly on the bar with some 'a my friends
And all we need to disturb the peace is a guitar with a little bend
(Chorus)
Give me a loud guitar 'n whammy bar
Yeah, and I feel right at home
Country boys 'n girls gone wild
Kickin' up a perfect storm
Where they don't close till 4 am
Good times always go too far
Yeah, stamp my hand, count me in
I love guitars 'n whammy bars
I grab a cold one, hug 'ol friends, rack 'em up for some 'ole eight ball
The dance floors packed, funs on tap ya'll, a honky tonk free for all
I'd like to kiss that country cutie, struttin' 'round in his Stetson hat
But, that guy in the band, pick in his hand, is givin' me a heart attack
(Repeat chorus)
I love it when that guitar man steps right up front
Stretchin' them strings, makin' 'em sing, blowin' them speakers up
(Repeat chorus)
Ah, I just love them guitars, said I just love them guitars
I just love them guitars 'n whammy bars,
Guitars 'n whammy bars
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Copyright 2010 and (Female version 2012) Pat Kelley, BMI and John Heartson
802-885-3307 or 802-376-8847
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WE DO LOVE-WORK TAPE
We Do Love
He came in, closed the door, said I need to talk
Cause things at home have gone from bad to worse
Dropped his head, said, man I've never felt so lost
Don't know what I'd do without her
You can cut the tension in the air with a knife
How to change it, I ain't got a clue
We want what you’ve got with your wife
What's the secret, what is it that you do
(Chorus)
We do thanks
We do sorry
Belly laughs 'n bedtime stories
We do prayers on our knees
Goodnight kisses faithfully
Forgiveness comes with bear hugs
No matter what
We do love
Whatever she says, just learn to listen
She needs to talk after all day with the kids
It's not like she's asking you to fix it
She just wants you to know the life she lives
‘Cause it’s easy to forget who you are to her
With all the different hats you have to wear
You’re more than a just knight in shining armor
Be her best friend, one who really cares
(Chorus)
The only way love can last forever
Is do all those little things together
(Chorus)
When things get tough
We do love
Copyright 2013 Pat Kelley/Dan Demay
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UNSUNG SAINTS-WORKTAPE
Unsung Saints
He ain’t got wings, but the folks under that bridge would swear he does
'Cause the blankets that he brings are like a gift from up above
He dishes out some food and feeds them all a little hope
And he knows but for the grace of God he’d be in the same boat
(Chorus)
That’s an unsung saint, that’s your everyday hero
Living everyday the only way that he (she) knows
In every town on any street you might not know them when you meet
But they're making this ol’ world a better place
So raise your voice and sing a song for the unsung saints
She taught three generations how to read and write and love
There’s no one in this little town her spirit hasn’t touched
For the hurting and the hopeless she was there in times of need
And last Sunday at her service you couldn’t find an empty seat
(Repeat chorus)
(For the unsung saints) For the fireman running into the flames
(Unsung saints) For the soldier fighting through his pain
Even though you’re never gonna know their name
Every town on any street you might not know them when you meet
But they’re making this ol’ world a better place
So raise your voice and sing a song
Raise your voice and sing along
Raise your voice and sing a song for the unsung saints
For the unsung saints
Pat Kelley/Rob Crosby/Angela Kaset
Copyright 4-17-2013
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SQUEAK IN MY JEEP
Squeak In My Jeep
She's waitin' on her front porch lookin' real fine
Cool shades and a tank top in the hot sunshine
Oh, my 4x4 with the 20 inch rims
Looks a lot better when she jumps in
(Chorus)
She puts the squeak in my Jeep, yea
A squeaky, squeaky, squeak, yea
It's a real cool ride
But I love it when we park
With the rag top down
Underneath the stars
She puts the squeak in my Jeep, yea
A squeaky, squeaky, squeak, yea
Oh, that girl puts the squeak in my Jeep
Five miles off the blacktop, not a soul in sight
Rollin' up the riverbank, cruisin' by the pines
I run us through the mud, tryin' to get stuck
Got a cooler full of fun and my girl full 'a love
(Chorus)
You outta hear the noise when it gets real loud
Sounds like it's comin' from a 10 pound mouse (laughter)
(Chorus)
Well, if my Jeep is a-rockin'....aw, you know the rest...ha, ha
Squeak in my Jeep...yea, squeak in my Jeep...oh, I love that girl
Maybe she can help me put some new shocks on this thing
Copyright 2013 Pat Kelley, BMI
Office: 802-885-3307 Cell: 802-376-8847 pk2@vermontel.net
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BUBBLE BATH (BEST OF SONGU)
Bubble Bath
She's runnin' the water a few degrees from hot
Adds a dash of lavender, suds rise to the top
A soft jazz CD's playin' on surround sound stereo
Pours some wine, eyes roll back, slides in real slow
(Chorus)
Bubble bath
Oou, there goes all her stress
Bubble bath
Aah, her aphrodisiac
Nothin' on but candlelight
The day rolls off her back
Sinks under a sea of foam
In that.....bubble bath
Umm, bubble bath
She's on her job by 8am, her day begins at six
Flips an egg for her husband, packs a lunch for the kids
At night there's dinner 'n dishes, but right after story time
She plugs the drain, locks the door 'n floats off to paradise
(Chorus)
She tip toes down the hallway, to their bedroom door
Falls into his arms, robe falls to the floor
(Chorus)
Bubble bath
Oou, there goes all her stress
Bubble bath
Aah, her aphrodisiac
Nothin' on but candlelight
The day rolls off their backs
They sink under the covers
Yea, she's fresh from that
Bubble bath
Splish, splash
Aah, bubble bath (female voice--sexy sax)
(giggles)
Copyright 2011 Pat Kelley, BMI
Office:802-885-3307 Cell:802-376-8847
pk2@vermontel.net
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FIX US (BEST OF SONGU.COM)
Fix Us
If a board needs a nail, I'm the man for the job
When the motor knocks in your ol' car, I can make it stop
And I've seen you take a broken vase and make it look brand new
Patch a crack in a wall in no time at all, ain't much that you can't do
Why are all these things so easy to make right
When our silence is so loud again tonight
(Chorus)
I miss those love notes on the bathroom mirror
You wrote in soap
Us both bein' late for work
When our body's wouldn't let go
The way you always leaned on me
Whenever times got tough
Girl, we've got too much to lose not to
Fix us
I used to make you laugh till tears ran down your cheek
When my work took me out of town, you'd say you couldn't sleep
Now your tears don't come from laughter, oh how I miss that sound
And while you're lyin' in our bed tonight, I smell your perfume on this couch
Somethin's broken in this house
(Repeat chorus)
Like a puzzle makes a picture when it fits together right
We can put us back together one piece at a time
(Repeat chorus)
Yea, you know we've got too much to lose not to
Fix us
Copyright 2013 Michael Hahn and Pat Kelley --- END ---
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MS. M.I.S.S.I.S.S.I.P.P.I
Ms. M.i.s.s.i.s.s.i.p.p.i
(Whistelin' Dixie)
I wasn't raised on corn bread and bisquits
Grew up where cotton don't grow
Knew nothin' bout country music
Yea, I leaned towards rock 'n roll
Now I strum right along with a Johnny Cash song
Under a sweet magnolia tree
And I can't believe the cravins' I get
For catfish 'n refried beans
(Chorus)
It's all because of that
Girl in the shade of my cowboy hat
Kissin' me and rubbin' my back
Yea, that green eyed, bonafied
Certified, Southern fried
Girl put a twang in my life
Ms. M.i.s.s.i.s.s.i.p.p.i
My business trip to the bayou
Wasn't supposed to last three years
I traded my suits for coveralls
And my Beamer for a new John Deere
Got 40 acres to work, now my bloods in that dirt
In a town with no paved roads
Oh, I mighta been born somewhere else
But, I'm feelin' right at home
(Repeat chorus)
My buddies say, "how ya doin' down there, I hear it gets so dang hot"
I, tell 'em "y'all have no idea", no they don't, yea, but I sure like it a lot
(Repeat chorus)
Oh, Ms. M.i.s.s. oh, I guess, i.p.p.i
Copyright 2011 Pat Kelley, BMI
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SHE'S GOT HER SEXY ON
She's Got Her Sexy On
I'm starin' out our back window watchin' her turn the dirt
She's workin' hard in her garden, wearin' one of my 'ole shirts
Wipes her hands on those cut off jeans, pulls some weeds up by the roots
She's sweatin' beads round her red headband, man she sure looks good in them boots
(Chorus)
She's got her sexy on
Can't turn it off
It's a 24/7 show for me
That she can't stop
Doesn't matter what she's doin'
Could be fishin' out on a pond
Doesn't matter what she's wearin'--no
She's got her sexy on
She's got her sexy on
Throws her bag a tools in the shed, kicks 'er boots off on the steps
Her bare feet slap the hallway floor, as she starts to undress
Steam's seepin' outta that shower, me and the mirror are foggin' up
Now she's wearin' nothin' but a silly 'ole grin and she's real soft to the touch
(Repeat chorus)
She's up before the rooster crows, gotta be to work by eight
Watchin' her grind them coffee beans, I'm hopin' she's gonna be late
She's got her sexy
(Repeat chorus)
She's got her sexy on
Girls got her sexy on
Ah, yes she does
Copyright 2012 Pat Kelley, BMI
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MORE THAN JUST A FARM (BEST OF SONGU)
IT’S MORE THAN JUST A FARM TO ME
Vs. 1
Freckle face little guy, came flyin‘ up the drive-Mom and daddy taggin’ right behind
City folk, head to toe, momma‘s fancy high heel broke-Yeah, I’d seen it all before a million times
They asked, “can he ride the tractor, Can he pet that cow with horns”
Well, I laughed real loud, set him on my plow and told him all about the farm
Chorus
It was my daddy’s and my grandpa’s
That 'ole barn's where I stole my first kiss
It’s my past and my future
It’s my home
And where I raise my kids
My bloods in every acre
And I’ve planted every seed
When I die it’s where I’ll rest in peace
Yeah, IT’S MORE THAN JUST A FARM TO ME
Vs. 2
Skinny as a rubber band, whisker face and summer tan, that boy came back to work my Grandpa’s land
Hands got rough, he got tough, made of the right stuff, that high school boy grew into a man
My fam’ly gave him 20 acres, on the day he took his bride
He cried out loud, said, “I’ll make you proud, cause you’re the man who changed my life...when you said
Repeat chorus
Bridge
Then he said, every night I’ll kneel to God and pray
Someday my own grandson will say
Repeat chorus (Last line...”IT’S MORE THAN A FARM...”
TAG
IT’S MORE THAN A FARM
IT’S MORE THAN JUST A FARM TO ME
Hey, ey, ey
© 2008 Pat Kelley and Ed Leavitt
Office: 802-885-3307
Email: pk2@vermontel.net
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(IT'S ALMOST LIKE) I DIED AND WENT TO NASHVILLE
(It’s almost like) I DIED AND WENT TO NASHVILLE
V1
I'd listen real close on my transistor radio
To Grand Ole Opry shows every Saturday night
In my mind I was a star, strummin' on my old guitar
I knew every line of every song they'd sing
After all those "maybe next year's" can't believe I'm standin' here
All it took was a leap of faith and a Greyhound bus
Chorus
And I can hear ol' Hank and Patsy Cline
The Man In Black singin', "I Walk The Line"
Their voices echo off the Ryman walls
Now I'm a dreamer down on Lower Broad
Playin' for quarters and dollar bills
And it's almost like I died and went to Nashville
V2
Lookin’ out each night through the glare of an old spotlight
I’m the star behind the mic in a smoke filled bar
I pack up and walk back home to a motel bed alone
They may never know my name on Music Row
My friends say I’ve gone to hell, but as far as I can tell
It’s the closest place to heaven that I’ve ever been
(Repeat chorus)
If I never fill a stadium with fans
This is where my heart is, so I hope you understand
Chorus (That I can hear ol' Hank…)
Yeah, it's almost like I DIED AND WENT TO NASHVILLE
© 2007 Pat Kelley, BMI
pk2@vermontel.net
Phone: 802-885-3307
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THESE ARE MY SONGS
THESE ARE MY SONGS
V1
He worked hard his whole life, puttin' food on the table
He'd dust off his old guitar, and play when he was able
He had a dream that slipped away, when he was still young
And through the years he heard the call, of a song left unsung
But then he made a choice one day, said I'll make it somehow, make it some way
Before another year rolls by, I'm gonna do this thing before I die
CHORUS
I'm headed to Tennessee
Where my destiny awaits
A straight line to the music city
To be with my soul mates
I will take my prayers and take my wife
To where my heart belongs
I will tell them all - this is my life
And THESE ARE MY SONGS
V2
On the plane ride into Nashville, it was a beautiful sight to see
He said I'll do this for my mother, my father and my brother and me
And he forgot every course from all the country music schools
And he knocked on all the doors, and he broke all the rules
But they treated him like gold, and he treated them the same
He said they may or may not like my stuff, but at least they'll know my name
CHORUS
I'm here in Tennessee
The workin' world can wait
In the heart of Music City
With all of my soul mates
With an answered prayer and a loving wife
It's where my heart belongs
I'm havin' the time of my life
And THESE ARE MY SONGS
BRIDGE
And it's never too late, you're never too old
You gotta make your own fate, and listen to your soul
Repeat 2nd Chorus
TAG
This is the time of my life
And THESE ARE MY SONGS
© 2007 Patrick T. Kelley
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FREE TO BE ME (BEST OF SONGU)
FREE TO BE ME © Pat Kelley
(Vs. 1)
I left our wedding China
Tore up the photographs
The screaming and the fighting
Are finally in the past
Couldn't live with your cold stares
Or your heart that turned to ice (alt: or another lonely night)
You made me the enemy
And a stranger in your eyes
(Chorus)
Like a brush paints a canvas
Guided by a hand
I’m free to paint my future
Free to be who I am
No more trying to please
No more down on my knees (alt: I'm landing on my feet)
Steady and strong
I’m movin’ on
FREE TO BE ME
(Vs. 2)
I grew tired of your lying
Tired of blaming myself
Tired of being angry
That you found someone else
I don't need your approval
I'm making my first change
Standing in this courthouse
And taking back my name
(Repeat chorus)
(Bridge)
I'm gonna dance like a child in the pourin' rain, be my own best friend again and leave behind the pain
(Repeat chorus)
(Outtro)
Oh, I’m steady and strong
I’m movin’ on
FREE TO BE ME...ooh, ooh, yeah
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LET'S GET RIDIN' (BEST OF SONGU)
Let’s Get Ridin’ (Best of Songu)
V1
Wake up girl/boy, the clocks a ringin', bird's are singin' us a mornin' tune
Ride 'em cowgirl/cowboy, let's get movin', life's a flyin' by us way too soon
Yeah, we got the mornin' light, sun's out and the road's are dry
Quick kiss and we're on our bikes, grab yours and I'll get mine
Chorus
Ouuu, LET'S GET RIDIN'
Yeah, a little two wheel drivin'
Let's cruise up that mountain
We’ve been talkin’ about
We'll get low on the corners
Cut 'em loose on the straight-aways
Fly on down the highway
Ouuu, LET'S GET RIDIN'
Yeah, baby LET'S GET RIDIN'
Oooh, LET'S GET RIDIN'
V2
Crank 'em up, let‘s get ‘em roarin’, keep 'em rollin 'til the blacktop ends
Bring a blanket, we'll do some lovin', under the willow where the river bends
Yeah, we need some time alone, so let’s slip our leathers on
Spend the day out spinnin' stones, no pagers-no cell phone
Repeat chorus
Bridge:
A long road can set me free
With you right along side of me
Repeat chorus
TAG:
Yeah, baby LET'S GET RIDIN, oooh, LET'S GET RIDIN'
Yeah, baby LET’S GET RIDIN’
© 2006 Pat Kelley, BMI
PH: 802-885-3307 pk2@vermontel.net
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SECOND DANCE (BEST OF SONGU)
SECOND DANCE (Best of SongU)
V1
He holds a picture from 20 years ago
Takes him back in time to when he wasn’t alone
He puts it on his dresser and whispers I love you
He knows she’d understand that he’s found someone new
His heart hears a new love song and it’s dancing one more time
He’s afraid to pop the question, but tonight is the night
CHORUS
The SECOND DANCE
Sometimes you've just got
To take a chance
When the love you feel is strong
Gotta trust
It's enough
Wrap your heart around it 'cause
It’s not always planned
Not everyone gets
A SECOND DANCE
V2
She’s in his arms now, dancing close to him
He touches her cheek and a brand new song begins
From inside his coat pocket he takes the diamond ring
A tear comes to her eyes and her hands are trembling
And she wants so bad to say yes, but she's been here before
Will this time be forever, can she really be sure
(Repeat chorus)
(Repeat chorus)
TAG
No not everyone gets a SECOND DANCE
© 2007 Pat Kelley, BMI and Bucky Jones, BMI
pk2@vermontel.net
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STRONG IN THE BROKEN PLACES (BEST OF SONGU)
STRONG IN THE BROKEN PLACES
Vs. 1
She's standin' with her suitcase, about to board the train
Her body’s bruised and battered, her eyes can't hide the pain
She's run out of choices, but she ain't run out of pride
She's taking her first steps into a better life
Chorus
We begin to heal
Wounds on the inside
The moment we decide
It’s time to turn the page
When we let go of the past
‘Cause it’s gone and we can’t change it
That's when we get STRONG IN THE BROKEN PLACES
Vs. 2
He's puttin' on his best smile, he wheels across the floor
His friends say he's lookin' great, just like before the war
Tonight they'll share a toast, but he won't share his thoughts
He's tryin' to move on with what he hasn't lost
Repeat chorus
Bridge
Wounds turn into scars with the passing of time
But scars can turn into a blessing in disguise
Repeat chorus
Tag
Oh, that’s when we get STRONG IN THE BROKEN PLACES
That’s when we get STRONG IN THE BROKEN PLACES
© 2008 Pat Kelley and Bucky Jones
Office: 802-885-3307 pk2@vermontel.net
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HIGHWAY TO FREEDOM (BEST OF SONGU)
HIGHWAY TO FREEDOM
Gotta find the strength to leave him, break loose from his vice
Not the same man I married, his words cut like a knife
Dangerous situation, he’s out of control
When he’s drinkin we’re fightin’, this ain’t no life at all
I’ll take my HIGHWAY TO FREEDOM
Find the courage to leave
Pack the kids into that old car
And just believe
I know of a small town
Where everyone’s welcome
A bright new beginning
On our HIGHWAY TO FREEDOM
V2
I know deep down he’s a good man, but I can’t be his wife
His true love is the bottle, gonna ruin his life
I’m all out of choices, got a full tank of gas
We’ll be leavin’ at daybreak, he’ll be part of the past
(Repeat chorus)
Sure I'm scared but I won’t look back, can make it on my own
Said goodbye to the love we had-oh, I’m better off alone
(Repeat chorus)
On my HIGHWAY TO FREEDOM
I’ll find the courage to leave…
Repeat last two lines…ooooh… A bright new beginning…on our HIGHWAY TO FREEDOM…ooooh…on our HIGHWAY TO FREEDOM…whoooa oooh
Pat Kelley BMI © Dec 2005
Publishing office 802-885-3307
pk2@vermontel.net
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MY GRANDMA WAS A HELL-A-VA MAN
My Grandma Was A Hell-A-Va Man
She was 45 when grandpaw died, never did marry again
My ol' man ran off, mom lost her job and she took us in
Outhouse poor, but self-assured, old school top 'a the class
She could bake a pie, spit in yer eye or knock you right on your ass/back
(Chorus)
Taught me how to skin a deer
'N how to fish
To get myself back on a horse
'N not to quit
How to use my two fists
'N how to lend a hand
Aw, my grandma was a hell-a-va man
She read ev'ry page of ol' King James and made sure I did too
When we broke bread we bowed our heads and gave thanks for our food
She could swing an axe, throw back some Jack, fix a fence or a truck
I didn't get toys like other boys, but a got a whole lotta love
(Repeat chorus)
She didn't look like nothin' special
Never stood out in a crowd
Life didn't give her medals
But, she's my hero anyhow
(Repeat chorus)
Yea, my grandma was a hell-a-va man
Aw, a hell-a-va man
Copyright 2013 Pat Kelley and Bucky Jones
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I WANNA GO DOWN SOUTH
I WANNA GO DOWN SOUTH
Vs. 1
Well the flowers in the spring are a beautiful thing
To us livin' in the states up North
I like a warm summer breeze with birds in the trees
And a drive to the sandy shores
But with the colors of the fall and the start of football
You can see the fear in my eyes
'Cause in just a few weeks after those trees peak
Well you know that's when the snow flies
Chorus
I WANNA GO DOWN SOUTH
Take a train or a plane or a long car ride
I gotta work this out
Every year it gets worse when I'm locked inside
I wanna see the palm trees
And the blue seas
Wanna party all night in the Florida Keys
It's all I've been dreamin' about
Yeah, and baby there ain’t no doubt
I WANNA GO DOWN SOUTH...yes sa!
Vs. 2
Well I’m dancin' in the sand to the sounds of a band
Playin' Buffett ’til the sun comes up
Watchin’ tikki torch flames and a low limbo game
While I’m sippin’ on Bacardi rum
It’s just my tropical dream and as real as it seems
I’m stuck here in the winter cold
Sub zero degrees the snow up to my knees
And before I get too old
Repeat chorus
(option: modulate 3rd chorus)
Tag
Baby there ain't no doubt
I WANNA GO DOWN SOUTH
Yeah, I ain't leavin' no doubt
I WANNA GO DOWN SOUTH
© 2007 Pat Kelley, BMI
PH: 802-885-3307 pk2@vermontel.net
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COUNTRY GIRL
Country Girl
Copyright 5/27/15 Katey Laurel and Pat Kelley
I grew up with cows ‘n corn in my backyard
Wore coveralls and a cap that read “Carhartt”
I was baling hay when I was ten years old
Lost a part of me the day that farm was sold
My daddy wiped his tears and a knee dropped to the ground
When the auctioneer brought that hammer down
We left our empty house in a cloud of dust
My childhood faded in the mirror with that old Dodge truck
But, my hands I held onto one steel horseshoe
Daddy nailed above the front door of
The only world I knew
(Chorus)
Memories of where I’m from take me where I go
That earth we plowed keeps me grounded
That’s the power of home
You can take the girl out of the country
To anywhere in the world
But you can’t take the country
Out of a country girl
There were no 4-H Clubs on 16th Avenue
And my city cousins, they didn’t wear cowboy boots
I sure missed the dirt in that land of cold concrete
We may have left the farm, but the farm never left me
Don’t get me wrong, I’m so thankful family got us through
But I’d trade the whole Big Apple for my old saddle
And that backyard view
(Chorus)
Well, it took ten years and this guitar
To buy back that farm
But, it sure paid off when daddy smiled and nailed that horseshoe
Right back where it belonged
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JAMAICA THIS WAY
Jamaica This Way
Jimmy Buffet would be right at home in this Kingston bar by the sea
A cool dude with dreadlocks rocks out a steel drum
To a classic calypso beat
A salty breeze drifts from the beach, where bare feet dance in the sand
My girl woulda made this all heaven
Not just a spot for a winter tan...but
(Chorus)
She's high in the Rockies two thousand miles away
Things got crazy and she wanted some space
We had big dreams of the day we'd come to this place
Oh, I never expected to see Jamaica this way
Now the tiki torches are lit, a ball of fire's goin' down in the west
And a black haired beauty sits down next to me
With a smile that steals my breath
She says, "I've worn that look before and been down the same dark road"
I say, "Let's throw back some strong Marguirita's
And have a broken hearted toast...'cause
(Chorus)
They say you can touch the clouds in Denver
Nearly whisper in St. Peter's ear
Kingston Town ain’t got much elevation
But, I just met an angel down here
(Chorus)
My ex is high in the Rockies two thousand miles away
Man, things got crazy and she wanted some space
Didn't know how much would change when I got on that plane
Cause, I never expected to see Jamaica this way
No, I never expected to see Jamaica this way
Aw, I'm here in Jamaica, mon I love this place
Feelin' good...
Copyright 5/9/15 Pat Kelley
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LIKE THE HIPPIES DID
Like The Hippies Did
They wore tie dyed shirts, had flowers in their hair
They'd flash you a peace sign outta nowhere
Showed up at Woodstock, half a million strong
Three days of nothing, but mud, love and songs
Chorus
I wanna live
Like the hippies did
Crank up the Janis
Make my bell bottoms dance
I'd buy a ticket to the 60's
If I had the chance
Smoke myself a couple a' trips
Ride a rainbow rocket ship
Like the hippies did
I'd live in a bus splashed with psychedelic paint
Lay out on the beach even when it rained
Go find a guru to meditate with me
Fall in love once a week 'cause lovin' is free
Chorus
My grandma tells me stories
Bout when rock really rolled
She was a flower child back then
And she still is in her soul
Chorus
Oh yeah, like the hippies did
Musta been a helluva kick
To live...like the hippies did
Copyright 11/4/21
Pat Kelley (Patrick W. Kelley)
Acct #001003415 IPI#:00490420177 (BMI)
Bazonkers Music, LLC Acct #001105279
IPI #00550426081
802-885-3307/802-376-8847
pk2@vermontel.net
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