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Cause I Have You
02:06
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We don't have a worry
We don't have a care
We don't have to hurry
We're already there
How to make millions
I haven't a clue
I'll take what I have cause I have you
We're over the rainbow
We swing on a star
You do your fandango
To my lazy guitar
So many waiting
For dreams to come true
I don't have to wait cause I have you
The clouds may rumble and the wind may roar
The wolf is knocking at our back door
But life is the bubbles, baby
All of our troubles just run away from view
The king of the jungle
The mighty and proud
They would surely be humbled
If they were allowed
To witness the wonder
Take in the view
Of all that I have cause I have you
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2. |
Paper Route
04:10
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Paper Route
Johnny was the quarterback, he lived just down the block
Every Saturday he would be my favorite stop
See his name in black and white from the game Friday night
Johnny went away to school in his daddy's Oldsmobile
It was on page two how he died behind the wheel
From a drunk driver on the edge of town
Chorus:
I found out on my paper route
I found out on my paper route
Carol was a pretty girl, she wore a ribbon in her hair
At the age of ten I guess I didn't really care
She would often wait for me, take the paper right from my hand
By and by, I wondered what these feelings were
When she smiled at me I guess I smiled at her
Never kissed a girl before, I'd wondered why I'd ever want to...
Every house was different, every house was the same
Some faces smiled at me,some never even knew my name
Fence to fence, tree to tree, they left their mark on me
Now I'm thirty-five and I don't live there anymore
But in my head I remember most every door
And I can see there's a lot in me that...
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We didn't know the first thing
We didn't know at all
Falling in love at sixteen is a short and tender fall
Falling in love at sixteen is a short and tender fall
Black water tower
Play ground slide
I'm over the tracks to
The other side
Two in the morning
By the old bank clock
I'm pedaling faster
With every block
She's waiting for me
At her back door
It's down to the basement
And down on the floor
With two open eyes
And one hungry kiss
We're both in a hurry
We've been waiting for this
We didn't know the first thing
We didn't know at all
Falling in love at sixteen is a short and tender fall
Falling in love at sixteen is a short and tender fall
Note in my locker
A hallway glance
I'm writing your name
On the knee of my pants
Thinking of ways
I can see you in school
I guess that I must have been
A perfect fool
We didn't know the first thing
We didn't know at all
Falling in love at sixteen is a short and tender fall
Falling in love at sixteen is a short and tender fall
I was running for you like I was racing the stars
Head over heels, we were two brave hearts
How could we know just how soon there would be
A new love for you, a new love for me
We didn't know the first thing
We didn't know at all
Falling in love at sixteen is a short and tender fall
Falling in love at sixteen is a short and tender fall
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5. |
Sunday Morning
03:54
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I remember Christ hanging on the wall
Reverend Bronner's alter call
Charley's saxophone
Marion always came alone
Mrs. Bronner's Sunday smile
Communion up and down the aisle
And everyone loved to sing
On Sunday morning
Those four stucco walls
Held the secrets of salvation
For a tiny congregation
And a boy just barely ten
I can recall
It was a holy ghost revival
My shiny golden Bible
Was a wonder to me then
There was no hymn
In that big fat Baptist hymnal
That we hadn't a dozen times
In four part harmony
That willow tree
Where me and Nathan hid out
Tried our first cigarette
And prayed forgiveness on our knees
I remember Christ hanging on the wall
Reverend Bronner's alter call
Charley's saxophone
Marion always came alone
Mrs. Bronner's Sunday smile
Communion up and down the aisle
And everyone loved to sing
On Sunday morning
Now the years unwind
As the stain glass has been lifted
Everyone has drifted
To other parts unknown
But in my mind
There's a little congregation
Who could pray for my salvation
With a love I've never known
I remember Christ hanging on the wall
Reverend Bronner's alter call
Charley's saxophone
Marion always came alone
Mrs. Bronner's Sunday smile
Communion up and down the aisle
And everyone loved to sing
On Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
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6. |
Slender Thread of Faith
04:09
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There's a little corner grocery store
Where Murphy spent most of his sixty four years
There's a dollar hangin' by the door
The first dollar that little store ever cleared
Now the neighborhood has changed
There's a big food market just down the way
But Murphy smiles when Murphy sees
That first dollar bill, he still believes
He's hanging by a slender thread of faith
He's sheltered from the bitter wind, the fickle winds of fate
Far above the greedy and the trouble they create
He's hanging by a slender thread of faith
On an Easter Sunday morn
See the minister pray for words to inspire
His flock of thirty four
The trumpets don't{ play, there is no choir
The church right down the block
Has a TV show and a giant flock
But the Lord will bless them both the same
All that gather in his name are
They're hanging by a slender thread of faith
He's sheltered from the bitter wind, the fickle winds of fate
Far above the greedy and the trouble they create
He's hanging by a slender thread of faith
I know that sometimes it's hard to hang on
But this thread is guaranteed
To be just as long and just as strong
As you will ever need
There's a boy at the edge of town
With a rusty old bike and second hand clothes
But he's happy just to be around
Where he gets that smile, I don't really know
But sometimes when I'm not right
I sit by my window and wait for the sight
Of that penniless boy with the priceless face
He can put my troubles in their place
He's hanging by a slender thread of faith
He's sheltered from the bitter wind, the fickle winds of fate
Far above the greedy and the trouble they create
He's hanging by a slender thread
He's hanging by a slender thread
He's hanging by a slender thread of faith
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Grandma sits alone and stares outside the window
Pain is on her mind
She's got nothing left
But watching time go by
Slowly she begins to lose her focus
She prefers to choose the blind
She's got nothing left
To see before she dies
I never saw my grandpa hold her
Now he's gone and I am older
No one touches Grandma's shoulder
No one touches her at all
Little eyes that stare so far away
I wonder where she is today
But I'm leaving and all she will say
Is I'll be alright alone
Chorus:
She says it's only lonely sometimes in the morning
Sometimes in the quiet afternoon
It's only lonely sometimes in the evening
Do you have to leave so soon
Grandma makes her bed
She takes her pills and combs her head
She feeds the bird
Shuffles tiny feet
Across the chilly floor
Everybody rushes by so fast
Now and then she tries a word
But it's lost behind
Another slamming door
She only gets to church at Christmas
Always says she just barely missed us
But her mornings hurt so bad
She just can't get out of bed
She writes a friend a letter
When her trembling hands will let her
She can't believe it, but we tell her
Her friend is three years dead
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Traveling Evangelist
03:50
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In an old school bus and a pickup truck
With seventeen kids in tow
Traveling hard on the word of god
And the power of the holy ghost
He was a man of zeal, a man of faith
An extraordinary man of hope
From the Georgia plain to the sugar cane
To the California coast
Daddy was a traveling evangelist
You’ve never seen a man get down like this
With a bible and a hurricane
And a need to testify
One fist in the sky, one hand on a sinner
With the power of love in his eye
Daddy was a traveling evangelist
Till the la��st day of his life
It was rain or shine on the gospel line
When the tent meeting had begun
There were songs to be played
There was food to be made
The work was never done
This family was a rolling hurricane
With seventeen children strong
Mama had six, ten were adopted
And another just tagged along
I hear my share of that gospel prayer
I hear my share of lies
I know there’s some who’ll take your
Money and run sayin’ god is on their side
Daddy never lied, Daddy never cheated
I believe every word was true
He said “God don’t want your last dollar,
Your faith in him will do.”
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Baby Too Early
02:24
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Baby too early, baby too small
I hear them talking about you down the hall
Trembling voices, tears in the eyes
Of the ones who made you
I think you took them by surprise
Baby too early
Baby too early
Baby they surely love you
Baby too early, who can deny
All of the miracles in your eye
Baby too early, baby so new
All of these wonders are meant for you
This world is cold but warm’s the touch
Of the hand of mercy to give you so much
Baby too early
Baby too early
Baby they surely love you
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10. |
Bottom Lines
03:53
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Another stellar evening in my illustrious career
Cheap hotel in the dark
Wondering what the hell I’m doing here
Yeah, I guess I made them crazy
That’s a big deal, I suppose
Fill ‘m all full of alcohol
And that’s generally the way it goes, and I say
God, forgive me for what I’m doing
I’ve plumb run dry
Nothing left for me to sing
There ain’t but one fool that I’m fooling
In terms of bottom lines and dollar signs
My tunes aren’t worth a thing
Little voice on the telephone
Wondering where I am
Lots of talk ab��eout a big dream
Little voice don’t understand
To her I am no hero
I’m just the one who’s never there
To put a sparkle in the eye
Catch a firefly
Put a ribbon in her yellow hair, and I say
Chorus
I guess I’m guilty of dreaming of a grand design
Seems like I’m worrying about suiting everybody’s
Fancies except mine
If this is the end, let me be
Let me go down who am
I will sing my own songs even if
Nobody gives a damn
God, forgive me, I surrender
I’ve plumb run dry
Nothing left for me to sing
This world don’t need any more pretenders
In terms of bottom lines and dollar signs
My tunes aren’t worth a thing
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11. |
Sideways
02:34
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Sideways I stand
Ceiling on the left and right
Window’s jammed
Door is locked up tight
But I know it opens for a
Precious few
Sideways I stand
Sideways I stand
Hard on myself
Hard on the ones I love
Frozen like rain
In a cloud above
But I know it falls
In it’s own sweet time
Sideways I stand
Sideways I stand
Simple in a way of living
Simple in a life worth giving
Simple in a life that won't come true
Forgive me now
A scene that I can’t erase
So much in me
So much I cannot face
But I know I hung this picture
The best that I could
Sideways I stand
Sideways I stand
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Pictures On the Wall
03:04
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There's pictures on the wall
From over the years
So many smiles
So many tears
Whatever happened to the life we hung on the wall
There's pictures there
Of a gold wedding band
Two young hearts
Two younger hands
Those are the hands that put the pictures up on the wall
That wall
With the pictures of life
Holding up our past
Holding us tight
To the good times, not letting them fall
There's still room for one or two pictures up on the wall
Of some other time
Some other dream
In your face and mine
Now mirror, don't lie - is this the face that hangs on the wall
See those old black and whites
Stare down from above
Did we run out of time
Did we run out of love
How I miss hanging new pictures up on the wall
That wall
With the pictures of life
Holding up our past
Holding us tight
To the good times, not letting them fall
There's still room for one or two pictures up on the wall
From over the years
So many smiles
So many tears
Whatever happened to the life we hung on the wall
Whatever happened to the life we hung on the wall
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13. |
Jana's Dad
03:37
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14. |
Smiling Jack
02:56
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SMILING JACK IS OFF AGAIN
I WONDER WHAT HE’S THINKING
HE WON’T BE BACK UNTIL HE’S BEEN
THE FULL LENGTH OF THE KITCHEN
IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY
IF I HAD ALL KINDS OF TIME
I’D GIVE MYSELF TO SMILING JACK
EACH MINUTE, EVERY DIME
SMILING JACK IS A CLIMBING MAN
HE AIMS TO CLIMB THE TABLE
HE WANTS TO BE AS HIGH AS ME
I CATCH HIM WHEN I’M ABLE
AND I KNOW THERE WILL BE BRUISES
I KNOW THERE WILL BE SCARS
BUT I’LL NOT KEEP HIS LITTLE HAND
FROM REACHING FOR THE STARS
SMILING JACK IS SLEEPING STILL
I LISTEN TO HIS BREATHING
TIME WILL CHANGE THE BOTH OF US
SOMEDAY HE’LL BE LEAVING
SO LET ME WATCH HIM FROM A DISTANCE
LET ME HOLD HIM WHILE I CAN
AND BY AND BY THEY’LL TURN MY
SMILING JACK INTO A MAN
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James Hersch Minneapolis, Minnesota
I live on this piece of prairie. I'm passionate and dedicated to writing songs in hopes of singing them for people. I don't think I could continue without both ends of that process. Create then hope. It's here I write songs, and here I wait to sing them for others. ... more
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