Words and music by Jim and Jamie Becker
Copyright Foggy Idea Music (ASCAP)

Ballad Of Eddie Griffin

Music by Gordon Wall and Jim Becker
Lyrics by Jim Becker

Bigger Fish To Fry

Shotgun

Small Town

Sweet Lord

Something From Nothing

Our first love song...

Words by Jim Becker
Music by Jim Becker and Gordon Wall
Soul by DEEPFRIEDBUBBLEGUM
Copyright 1993 Foggy Idea Music (ASCAP)

Can't Stand Up

Inside Every Woman
Words and Music by Jim Becker
Copyright 2014 Foggy Idea Music (ASCAP)

She's got a uniform, badge, and a gun 
She's not afraid to use it 
She's tough as they come 
But when her shift is done she slips into a softer world 
She curls up on the sofa and lets her hair unfurl 
Inside every woman is somebody's little girl 
Inside every woman is somebody's little girl 

Her sister is a dancer 
She slither's 'cross the floor 
While drunk and drooling faces betray her hopes for more 
Because love is so elusive where those blue and red lights swirl 
Love is like an oyster grinding sand into a pearl 
Inside every woman is somebody's little girl 
Inside every woman is somebody's little girl 

Before she cries herself to sleep at night, 
She calls her sister on the phone 
'Cause there's comfort talking to someone, 
Who knows just what it's like to be alone 

And they talk for hours without a a worry in the world 
And before they say goodnight, 
They say I love you more than anyone in the world 

Goodnight sister 
Goodnight sister 
Sister, goodnight 

Inside every woman 
Inside every woman 
Inside every woman 
Take care of every woman, 
'Cause Inside every woman is somebody's little girl 
Take care of every woman 
'Cause she's somebody's little girl

2014

Inside Every Woman (Single)

Whiskey Flats
Music by Gordon Wall and Jim Becker 
Lyrics by Jim Becker
Copyright 1993, 2014 Foggy Idea Music (ASCAP)

Flat on my back at Whiskey Flats 
I'd trade a lot of this for a little of that 
Don't need a credit card, don't need a phone, no no 
You can tell your mama, you'll never be alone 

Diving off the rocks 
Skimming stones across the river 
Betcha Mark Twain wished that he could live here 
It ain't the Mississippi 
It ain't got the pollution 
You say you got a problem 
I've got the solution 
Take the Skyway into Paradise 
Down a dusty road 
Down to Feather River 
Take off your clothes and lie flat on your back 
At Whiskey Flats 

Get a friend or three on a Saturday mornin' 
Makes watchin' TV just borin' 
Ya might bring a pan for gold but ya won't get rich, no no 
Get a bumper sticker says life is rich and then you die
credits

Refried

Whiskey Flats

Whiskey Flats
Words and Music by Jim Becker and Gordon Wall
Copyright 1993 Foggy Idea Music (ASCAP)

Flat on my back at Whiskey Flats
I'd trade a lot of this for a little of that
Don't need a credit card, don't need a phone, no, no.
You can tell your mama you'll never be alone

You'll be diving off the rocks
Skimming stones across the river
Betcha Mark Twain wished that he could live here
It ain't the Mississippi
It ain't got the pollution
You say you got a problem
I got the solution
Take the Skyway into Paradise
Down a dusty road
Down to Feather River
Take off your clothes and lie flat on your back
At Whiskey Flats

Get a friend or three on a Saturday morning
Makes watching TV, just boring
You might bring a pan for gold but ya won't get rich no no
Get a bumper sticker, says "life's a bitch and then you die"
Have a nice day!

Feather River

An upbeat little folk rocker during some difficult times....

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