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 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 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 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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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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 pk2@vermontel.net
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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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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) 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 Drivin' down to Macon my ol' 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 runnin' 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 Yeah, he taught me how to fix this truck" Copyright Pat Kelley/Curly Putman/Bucky Jones
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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
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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 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 © 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 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 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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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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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
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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 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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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 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 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 © 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) 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) 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 © Pat Kelley, BMI and Bucky Jones, BMI pk2@vermontel.net
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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 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 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 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 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 Said, girl you bought it for a song
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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 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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