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Miles To Go

DJ Leonak - Pure Leader

Jailbreak/Sunday Supper

Sunday Supper

this song is made for someone so special in my heart 

For My Love

Champagne Dreams

For Recreational Use Only

Strangers

Never Call Again

A fun tune about my experiences at Joes Cigar shop. 

Joes Cigars

Amen

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When It Comes to Daughters

A Place To Stay

Biscuit Beats - I Ain't gay

The Prancing Pony's Merry Tune

Lyrics:
Table Top Two-Step

The neon sign's buzzin’, it's Friday night
Boots on the sawdust, feeling just fine
Jukebox is loud, got a beer in my hand
Didn’t expect what was about to land

She saunters in with a glint in her eye
Cowboy boots and a skirt yay high 
With a stomp and a clap she starts to sway,
Every head in the place turns her way

She’s the queen of the barroom, stealing the show
Hops on a table, lets it all go
Heads are turning, jaws hit the floor
She does the table top two-step 
And the crowd yells for more

She jumps down laughing, drags me onto the floor
We circle the room like we’ve done this before
Crowd’s hootin’ and hollerin’, can’t get enough
That sassy girl is struttin’ her stuff

She’s the queen of the barroom, stealing the show
Hops on a table, lets it all go
Heads are turning, jaws hit the floor
She does the table top two-step 
And the crowd yells for more

The bouncer shrugs; the bartender grins
This ain’t the first time this gal’s been in
Friday night and she’s here again
Blows into the bar like a hurricane

She’s the queen of the barroom, stealing the show
Hops on a table, lets it all go
Heads are turning, jaws hit the floor
She does the table top two-step 
And the crowd yells for more

She does one last twirl around the dance floor
Then with a wave of her hat she’s out the door
I’m willin’ to bet, not many’ll forget
That gal and her table top two-step

Table Top Two-Step

It’s ten to twelve, Friday night, belly to the bar
Eatin’ Dunkin Donuts, wondrin’ who you are

I won’t get no second chance if I don’t speak up soon
Cause one like you don’t come along but once in a blue moon

Every time I glance at you—you look my way
I get these big fat butterflies 
And what I’d like to say

   Is what’s the Deal
   Are you for real
   I’m afraid you’ll disappear by midnight

   You understand
   I’m just a man

   Ya got too much sex appeal
   And I can’t help how I feel
   Ya seem too good to be true
   Now what’s the deal

I stop to get my coffee and my donuts every night
Hopein’ that you’ll speak to me—stretchin’ every bite

You’re fascinatin’—to watch, you have so many ways
Of packin’ up those donuts--Jelly filled or Glazed

I wanna ask you for a date but I don’t think I can
You look at me, I’m paralyzed 
You’re messin’ up my plan
   
   So what’s the Deal
   Are you for real
   I’m afraid you’ll disappear by midnight

   You understand
   I’m just a man

   Ya got too much sex appeal
   And I can’t help how I feel
   Ya seem too good to be true
   Now what’s the deal
 
   I might get the nerve some day to look you in the eye
   And it don’t matter what you say, I will still reply
   
   So what’s the Deal
   Are you for real
   I’m afraid you’ll disappear by midnight

   You understand
   I’m just a man

   Ya got too much sex appeal
   And I can’t help how I feel
   Ya seem too good to be true
   Now what’s the deal
     
Yeah what’s the deal

Are you for real

Yeah what’s the deal                                                            


c  6/01

What's the deal (s)

His tank was filled with high test, hell on wheels loaded down with the devil’s brew
Mountain people loved old Cross Eyed Willie when he brought them a jug or two


CROSSED EYED WILLIE 2 3 23

Kissin' Do The Talkin'

A llama sings about how he is like a lot of other dudes.

Alpalamapaca

I’m The Problem

I Got Better

Every Single Raindrop

Good 'Ole Days

Open Road

In “Email Recall Blues,” the abrupt click of a “send” button on a late Sunday night captures the cold efficiency of mass firings by email—“Big bold letters said you’re outta sight”—mirroring how the Trump administration laid off over 275,000 federal workers in early 2025, often via impersonal electronic notices. The song’s later plea—“Now they’re draggin’ us back through the wire”—echoes the real-world scramble to reinstate essential personnel when vital functions ground to a halt, as the administration reversed layoffs for hundreds of health and safety workers at agencies like NIOSH just ahead of congressional hearings. By framing this cycle of dismissal and recall as a messy “big ol’ mess they couldn’t foresee,” the lyrics indict leaders who treated public service roles as disposable, only to realize too late that their “house of cards” depended on the very employees they’d cast aside.

LYRICS 

[Verse]
Boss man clicked send on a Monday night
Big bold letters said you're outta sight
Packed our desk up in a cardboard square
Tipped our hats and got out of there

[Verse 2]
We were sipping coffee watching the news
Who knew chaos was the job they'd choose
Servers crashed and lines went wild
Ran the country like a reckless child

[Chorus]
Now they're draggin' us back through the wire
Emailing like we’re the fuel for their fire
A big ol' mess they couldn’t foresee
Turns out they can’t run it without folks like me

[Verse 3]
They thought the wheels would spin on their own
Now they’re lost without their worker drone
Paid consultants couldn’t call the shots
All the brains left the parking lot

[Bridge]
Oh the irony tastes like sweet champagne
When power trips flow straight down the drain
Guess sometimes you need the ones you scoffed
To stop your house of cards from falling off

[Chorus]
Now they’re begging us back through the wire
Lighting inboxes like a frantic pyre
Turns out they need our sweaty sleeves
To fix the system they don’t believe

Email Recall Blues.mp3

what happens when a heartache leads to me grabbing the whiskey 

WHISKEY AND ME - AUSTIN RAY.mp3

Roll (Nashville Reprise) feat. Shawn Byrne

Easy To Love

TIME ON MY HANDS

The Northern Isles are the northernmost part of Scotland. Ground zero for my heritage dating back to the 1700's and beyond

The Scot from the Northern Isles.mp3

Chess, chess, chess

Digging For Change

Dear dad Written by david

Melbourne

Lyrics by John Schofield turned into songs with the help of his ai-band Amigos Imaginarios. Many different genre - from country to jazz. These songs are produced in order to demonstrate what can be done with John's lyrics.
John Schofield won the lyrics sections of UK Songwriting contest in 2020 and 2021, finalist in the following two years.