Shadow

Somebody’s Shadow is hanging round my wall.

My window’s open in the rain.

The full moon’s chasing memories across my field.

I’m praying for one more crop of grain.

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Seven years behind this lonely plow.

Seven years since I heard you call.

Seven years that shadow pulled me down the hall.

To where your picture hangs.

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Ah Life!  What’s it going to be?

Will there be anything at all?

Ah life!  What’s it mean to me?

Did I misread the shadow on the wall?

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I’ve seen your silhouette, in the morning fog.

Full moon hanging low.

One morning I will embrace that ghostly fog.

Where we’ll go, I don’t know.

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Your shadow pulls me down that lonely hall.

Where seven generations hang.

To the end, where your eyes are still dancing,

in front of your picture frame.

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Ah life!  What’s it going to be?

Will there be anything at all?

Ah life, what’s it mean to me?

Did I misread the shadow on the wall?

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Seven years, that’s a long long time.

To be strapped behind this lonely plow.

I tried to leave, you know I did.

But you call, call, call me down that dusty hall.

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Seven years your shadow pulled me down

to where your picture hangs.

I see your eyes. I see your smile.

I see room for one more frame.

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Ah life!  What’s it going to be?

Will there be anything at all?

Ah life!  What’s it meant to me?

Will I become another shadow on the wall?

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Ah life.

Good Morning In The Country

It’s a Good Morning In The Country.

Have another cup of coffee.

The Sun will soon be peeking through.

The cleft between the mountains.

Where the waters flow in fountains.

I guess it’s time to tie those shoes.

 *

We’ll go milking cows and chopping wood.

Hunting like old Robin Hood.

Plowing corn and pitching hay.

Cleaning stalls and feeling good.

Then it might be time to say.

 *

Good afternoon in the country.

Have another cup of coffee.

The Sun is shining high above.

The valley between the mountains.

Where our sweat flows in fountains.

I guess it’s time to hose off those shoes.

 *

We’ll go milking cows and chopping wood.

Hunting like old Robin Hood.

Plowing corn and pitching hay.

Cleaning stalls and feeling good.

Then it might be time to say.

*

“When you work hard you drink hard.

We make our coffee out of the hardest water available.

Have another cup”.

 *

Good evening in the country.

Don’t have another coffee.

The Sun will soon be peeking through.

The slit between your eyes.

Where you were trying to hide.

Now it’s time to put on those shoes.

 *

We’ll go milking cows and chopping wood.

Hunting like old Robin Hood.

Plowing corn and pitching hay.

Cleaning stalls and feeling good.

Then it might be time to say.

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It’s Sunday in the country.

Have another cup of coffee.

We’ll do no work today.

But when your done a-shining and a-buffing.

Shaving or powder puffing.

We’ll walk to church, it’s only ten miles away.

 *

Good Morning In The Country.

How do you do

(all of that)

?

IT

Well she was huffin and a puffin

and all kinds of stuff and

I was pumping up steam.

When it all came to a head

and she rolled over dead.

I proceeded to scream.

 

Stanley your a dreamer

if you think this wheezy steamer

will ever be a public hit.

 

It just goes to show

you don’t roll your dough

into a pile of

IT don’t work right.

 

Well that young Mr. Edsel,

with a brain of a pretzel.

You know this thing makes me rather sick.

I sunk all kinds of money

on this lemon sucking honey.

I can’t even find the stick shift.

 

Mr. Ford, your a screamer

if you think this cheesy creamer

will ever be a public hit.

 

It just goes to show

you don’t roll your dough

into a pile of

IT don’t work right.

 

Well I bought me a Yugo

to go, oh well, you know.

Something about the price was right.

When I stepped on the gas ‘n’

my baby started laughing.

We never made it home last night.

 

It just goes to show

you don’t roll your dough

into a pile of

IT don’t work right.

 

So I bought me a Honda

to go where I wanna.

At least I had a place to sit.

Until it came to repair

I started pulling my hair.

I couldn’t find a cheap part to fit.

 

Japan, your still Nappin

if you think this rusty scrappin’

Will ever be a public hit.

 

It just goes to show

you don’t roll your dough

into a pile of

IT don’t work right.

Easy Come and Easy Go

How are things in your life?

Since you’ve been gone,

it’s been hard in my life.

What is life without a song?

 

And baby, I was wondering,

did I go to far?

Or maybe I missed it honey,

are you a superstar?

 

Oh yes, I know that dream.

Sometimes dreams can last forever.

Hold on to that dream.

Sometimes dreams are filled with lovers.

 

And hold on to me.

If you can hold anything.

Hold on to me.

I hold a dream.

 

Of you.  Walking through the world.

When a wild wind comes

and blows you back to me.

What a sweet summer breeze.

 

Come on back into my life.

You can do just what you please.

You know my life

is such an ebb and flow.

 

Oh, why is my life.

Easy Come and Easy Go?