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Ain't Life Something

Frank M. Gregg

Copyright 2004 All Rights Reserved

 

At the edge of darkness

In the deepest forest

You don’t hear nothing

You did not say

The night comes hunting

And ain’t life something

When you awake for another day

Chorus:

Ain’t life something

It ain’t got nothing

You didn’t bring with you

When you came along

You gotta see it

To believe it

And you believed it right or wrong

 

Well when I die

I hope to go to heaven

I sure as hell don’t want to

Spend more time down here

I’ll pray for rain

I’ll pray for justice

I’ll pray for peace when it’s

My time to go I swear

Chorus:

Well they pray for rain

So they can sell the water

They pray for justice

So they can break the law

They pray for peace in the valley

And on the mountain

They want a piece of it all

Chorus:

And you believed it all along

Yeah, you believed it all along

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Feels Like I’m Going Home

Frank M. Gregg

Copyright 2004 All Rights Reserved

 

Climbing up on this old mountain

Feels like I’m coming home

Looking for the high adventure

Left me weary and alone

Chorus:

And it feels like I’m coming home

Feels like I’m coming home

I went down into the valley

When I heard the city call

Turns out that my salvation

Wasn’t really there at all

 

Chorus:

The city tried it’s best to mold me

To what I’m not supposed to be

Every day I felt it feeding

On another part of me

Chorus:

I’ll live my life up on this mountain

When I’m gone please bury me

Way up high up on this mountain

Where my spirit can run free

Chorus:

Feels like I’m coming home


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I Want To Go Home With You

Frank M. Gregg

Copyright 2004 All Rights Reserved

 

Wanna go home with you

Honey, yes I do

I been alone too long

Wanna go home with you

Honey if I do

I’ll never do you wrong

 

Chorus:

Wanna go home with you

And I think you want it too

I can see it in your eyes

I wanna make it right

On each and every ever loving night

I wanna hold you right by my side

I been looking for you

My whole life through

I want you to know

I wanna go home with you

And honey if I do

I’ll never let you go

Chorus:

I know some other girls

Who’d give me a whirl

That’s not the way that I feel

I want it to be just you and me

I want to make this feeling real

 Chorus:


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Indian Paintbrush

Frank M. Gregg

Copyright 2002 All Rights Reserved

 

Indian paintbrush on the hill above the town

Spilled over in the graveyard where they laid his body down.

He was quick with his pistol, even quicker with his tongue

But he was dead that Sunday morning before the church bell rung.

 

The preacher and the undertaker drove him up the hill

The town was deadly quiet; the air was hot and still

The preacher said the Lord’s Prayer, and when he finished up the verse

They filled up the hole with dirt and climbed up on the hearse.

 

Some shots are fired in anger,

Some are fired in pain

When the bullet leaves the gun,

It can’t come back again.

 

They made their way back into town and neither said a word

As they pulled up to the stable, a single shot was heard

Not a single curtain moved, no one came out in the street

But through an open window, they could hear a woman weep.

 

In a tiny room above the bar a young life fades away

Another hole up on the hill, the second one that day

The marriage vows were said the day before beneath the bell

Before the day was over, it was a marriage made in hell

 

Indian paintbrush on the hill above the town

Spills over in the graveyard where they laid her body down

She fired one shot in anger, the other one in pain

Before they laid her down, the church bell rang again.

 

Some shots are fired in anger,

Some are fired in pain

But when the bullet leaves the gun,

It can’t come back again.


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It Don’t Matter Anymore

Frank M. Gregg

Copyright 2002 All Rights Reserved

 

Outside the storm is raging

It’s raging inside too

The lightning cracks and two minds snap

There’s nothing left to do

But walk on out into the storm

Be sure to lock the door

All that matters now is,

It don’t matter anymore

 

Chorus:

I don’t know replaces anger

I don’t care replaces pain

If I love you causes this much hurt

I won’t go there again.

We’ve had our share of angry words

And the hurts were passed around

And when the fight was over

Our minds were upside down

 

Now it’s time to walk away

Leave our troubles at the door

All that matters now is

It don’t matter anymore

Chorus:

It don’t matter how you lay the blame

I’ll take my share and some

You can even tell your friends

I was the one to run

 

But it’s kind of unproductive

Just to stand there at the door

All that matters now is,

It don’t matter anymore

Chorus:


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Lines In The Sand

Frank M. Gregg

Copyright 2003 All Rights Reserved

 

She drove out of Boston, Headed for Austin

The lines on the highway, like words on a page

Like chapter and verse, for better or worse

Stretching her wings, from outside the cage

Playing the games, nearly drove her insane

Her husband and lover, both told her they’d change

There was no time for tears, she’d been leaving for years

She traded her fortune, or a home on the range

Chorus:

From a nice house in Boston, to a flophouse in Austin

Free as a bird, with her back to the wind

Sometimes it ain’t easy drawing lines in the sand

Make no mistake, she won’t go back again

 

She sold her car, Serves drinks at the bar

Sometimes late at night she takes the stage

People come for miles around, Just to hear her sing, she tells ‘em

“If you don’t like the story, you gotta turn the page”

Chorus:


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Living Like There’s No Tomorrow

Frank M. Gregg

Copyright 2002 All Rights Reserved

 

Young couple living in a run-down shack

On the other side of the railroad track

Little baby boy asleep in the back

And there’re living like there’s no tomorrow.

 

Young man working at the grocery store

Pays enough to eat and not a whole lot more

Just enough to feed the wolf at the door

And there’re living like there’s no tomorrow.

 

Chorus:

Until tomorrow, live for today

Whole lot o’ love keeps the blues away

They remember what they promised on their wedding day

And there’re loving like there’s no tomorrow.

Young man playing guitar in the yard

Boy bouncing a ball off a railroad car

When you’re poor, don’t matter who you are

And there’re living like there’s no tomorrow.

 

Days pass, months pass, on into years

Boy grows up in spite of their fears

Take time to laugh, take time for tears

And there’re living like there’s no tomorrow.

Chorus:

(Slow) Old couple living in a rundown shack

By an old abandoned railroad track

They know what’s coming and they don’t look back

They’re living like there’s no tomorrow.

 

Chorus:

And there’re living like there’s no tomorrow.

And there’re loving like there’s no tomorrow.


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The Looking Glass

Frank M. Gregg

Copyright 2002 All Rights Reserved

 

The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things.

Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings

And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings.

Lewis Carroll

Step through the looking glass, sit for a spell

Welcome to my world, it’s one I know well

 We’ll talk about your world, we’ll talk about mine

And then we’ll pull out all the threads in the fabric of time

 

Show me your battle scars and I’ll show you mine

Alone or together we’re one of a kind

 Step through the looking glass, walk for a time

I’ll walk in your shoes and you walk in mine

 

We’ll gaze through the window

We’ll watch it all pass

And then we’ll drink

From both sides of the glass

 

 Sit down beside me

I listen right well

Happy or sad

There’s a story to tell

 

There’s a story between us

I’ve seen it before

It looks the same way

From both sides of the door

 

Pay no attention

To the face in the glass

It’s just a reflection

Of things in the past

 Sit down in anger

 Or rise up in pain

 You only go through life once

 You can’t do it again

 

Step through the looking glass

Sit for a spell

Welcome to my world

It’s one I know well

 Sit down in anger

 Or rise up in pain

 You only go through life once

 You can’t do it again


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Nashville

Frank M. Gregg

Copyright 2002 All Rights Reserved

 

 Got my facts straight

Caught a good break

I was gone by afternoon

Stopped at the mall

Made a phone call

The radio played my tune

 

Went to Nashville

Felt like road kill

On the road to alcohol

Sang my heart out

I got throwed out

If we need you, we’ll call

 

Chorus:

Now I’m singing for you

I’m OK and that’s the truth

We don’t need ‘em

Let ‘em read ‘em and weep

Long as I’m here

And you’re there

That’s all that we need

If I have to, I’ll sing on the street

I just write it

Like I see it

It’s a way to ease the pain

If it ain’t worthy of a story

I may never write again

 

You keep listening

I’ll keep singing

I won’t let ‘em get me down

But I’d like to buy up Nashville

Just to burn it down

Chorus:


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Seven Days A Week

Frank M. Gregg

Copyright 2003 All Rights Reserved

 

He drove all day just to make a dollar

Then he drove on in the night

Raised two kids on a truckers wages

He did his best to raise us right.

He did his best to raise us right.

 

Mama left when we were babies

We ain’t seen her since

Daddy asked Granny to raise us kids

Since he couldn’t take us to where he went.

He couldn’t take us to where he went.

 

Granny took us to church on Sunday

And walked us to school and back each day

Daddy worked hard to make us a living

But he was there each Saturday.

 

Granny already raised her family

She was strong in will and strong in back

She never once complained about us

We were always there when Daddy got back.

We were always there when Daddy got back.

 

Daddy’d leave on a Sunday morning

He’d be gone all through the week

He’d get back on Friday evening

He’d eat a little supper and go to sleep.

Eat a little supper and go to sleep.

 

He’d wake up early on Saturday morning

He’d take a busman’s holiday

We’d often drive out in the country

He and Granny’d talk and watch us play.

 

Granny took us to church on Sunday

And walked us to school and back each day

Daddy worked hard to make us a living

But he was there each Saturday.

 

Then one day, we were almost grown

Granny wasn’t there when we got home

The preacher was waiting when we got inside

He said, “Your daddy was gone when his mother died.”

 “Your daddy was gone when his mother died.”

 

Daddy came home that Friday night

He ain’t left us ever since

He got a job at the filling station

We don’t go to church where my Granny went.

 

I guess some people don’t understand

What it takes sometimes to be a man

Some men lie and some men cheat

But Daddy was Daddy seven days a week


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Shine On Me

Frank M. Gregg

Copyright 2003 All Rights Reserved

 

Shine on me. Shine on me.

Shine on. Shine on me.

I’m going to the crossroads

I may not be coming back

 

Shine on me. Shine on me.

Shine on me. Shine on me.

I’m going to the crossroads

I may not be coming back

 

I’m going down to the corner

To that part of town.

I’m going down to the corner

Down to that part of town.

I’m going down to the corner

I’m going, but I ain’t going down.

 

So shine on. Shine on me.

Shine on. Shine on me.

I’m going to the crossroads

I may not be coming back

 

Gonna get me a jug of water

I’m gonna turn it into wine

Gonna get me a jug of water

I’m gonna turn it into wine

I’m gonna turn this barren desert

Into a lake of burning turpentine

 

So shine on me. Shine on me.

Said shine on. Shine on me.

I’m going to the crossroads

I may not be coming back

 

So shine on…….. me.

Shine on. Shine on me.

I’m going down to the crossroads

I may not be coming back

I’m going down to the crossroads

I may not be coming back


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The Old Man On The Mountain

Frank M. Gregg

Copyright 2002 All Rights Reserved

 

The old man lived on a mountaintop

The woman far below

Friday evenings when the moon was out

Down the hill he’s go

 

Supper on the porch when the nights were mild

When cold, they’d eat by the fire

Comfort in the spaces of their solitude

When love consumes desire

 

Their love was quiet passion

In silence love would speak

It spoke of twenty years of travel

Up and down the peak.

 

It breathed unspoken promises

And never said a word

It hummed a tune of freedom

Like the sweet song of a bird

 

Next morning they’d awaken

Get dressed and go downstairs

Put breakfast on the table

The smell of bacon in the air

 

They’d spend a quiet afternoon

Passion spent but love not stilled

And in the evenings twilight

He’d walk back up the hill.

Chorus:

They knew someday that time would stop

But neither said the words

Time stands still on mountaintops

Whenever love is heard


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The Spotlight

Frank M. Gregg

Copyright 2002 All Rights Reserved

 

The spotlight is a lonely place, a caldron made of light

A place to hide, to get inside

Away from the night

A tiny hole into your soul, where no one comes to stay

The spotlight is a lonely place to play

 

The lights go dim, the spotlight thins, the guitars shadow grows

He steps out into the night

And once again he knows

If the room is full or empty, it don’t matter anyway

The spotlight is a lonely place to play

 

It shines down like space and time, and holds you in its hand

Spills over at the edges where yesterday began

It offers no protection, it won’t help to find the way

The spotlight is a lonely place to play


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Who Are The Heroes

Frank M. Gregg

Copyright 2002 All Rights Reserved

 

Who are the heroes

And who are the cowards

And how can we tell them apart

The heroes are those wearing everyday clothes

Who finish whatever they start

 

Those who mine coal

Deep in the hole

And those who drill in the sand

Those who mend fences

And dig in the trenches

And those in the service

Each woman and man

 

Each of the teachers

Who suffer in silence

To teach our children to read

Those in the pulpit

Who not only teach it

But reach it in thought word and deed

Chorus:

Elected officials

Who do what is right

On camera or clean out of sight

Fathers and Mothers

And all of the others

Who struggle to keep up the fight

 

Chorus:

 


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