Christmas in Paraiso (Paradise)

Mark Lambert, Ron Day, Ronnie Jackson 

V1..... 

Rudy's on the front lawn 

Got the whole team in tow 

Santa's on his boogie board 

Ho Ho Ho 

 

Yeah, it's coming on Christmas in….. Paraiso 

  

V2..... 

The stockings are all hung 

There's mistletoe 

Coconuts, key limes 

And fresh mangos 

 

Yeah, it's coming on Christmas in ….. Paraiso 

  

Chorus 

Flip flops, cutoffs and a Panama Jack 

My Jimmy Buffet t-shirt and a hammock for a nap 

 
There's a Southeaster whipping up a holiday breeze 

And the high's gonna be somewhere north of 85 degrees 

  

But, there won't be any dashing thru the snow 

Just sunshine dancing on that Gulf of Mexico 

 
Yeah, it's coming on Christmas in ……. Paraiso 

  

V3..... 

The turkey's in the fryer 

Taking on a glow 

Bacardi's in the blender 

Spiking up the show 

 

Yeah it's coming on Christmas in……  Paraiso 

 

Chorus x 2 

 
Yeah, it’s coming on Christmas in ….. Paraiso

Christmas In Paraiso (Paradise)

Written In Stone

Not All Gold
Mark Lambert, Matt Lipscombe

Verse I
Saw a man with a shiny Rolex watch
Sittin’ all alone, sippin’ 40 year old Scotch
Braggin’ on the phone about everything he’s got

But when he hung up 
There was a sadness in his eyes

Pre-Chorus
I’ve met people with next to nothing
Who’d give you the shirt off their backs
With a smile on their face

Chorus
Not all Gold comes from the mountains
Not all Gold comes from the dirt

Some Gold comes from a humble heart
A kind word when you’ve been hurt

Living for giving, my friend 

Is the real Gold

Verse II
When the rains flooded out this town
People came with boats from all around
Checked every house ‘til everyone was found

Said it was the right thing to do

Chorus
Not all Gold comes from the mountains
Not all Gold comes from the dirt

Some Gold comes from a humble heart
A kind word when you’ve been hurt

Oh, living for giving, my friend 

Is the real Gold 

The real Gold

Bridge
When it’s all over, can’t take nothing with you
But you can leave something behind

Chorus
Not all Gold comes from the mountains
Not all Gold comes from the dirt

Some Gold comes from a humble heart
A kind word when you’ve been hurt

Living for giving, my friend 

Is the real Gold 

The real Gold

The real Gold

The Real Gold

The Real Gold


Not All Gold

More Than One
Mark Lambert/Lee Kennedy


Verse I
My Uncle once asked ‘bout the coming weekend
Told him I was painting my house
He said that's a big job for just one guy
Even if he ain't no slouch
 
Come Saturday morning, 8 am
Heard my doorbell ring
There stood my Uncle, carrying brushes
Saying, “Let's get to painting this thing”


Pre-Chorus
It didn’t surprise me
Not even a little bit


He’d always tell me,
“Let’s get on with it”
 
Chorus
He didn’t talk much
Was more of one to do
Men like him are rare
I can’t even name a few
 
He never had kids
But treated me like his son
Man, I really loved my dad
But, I swear


I had more than one
 
 Verse II
Said he hated doing Nothing
And the body is meant to sweat
Said he lived the way he did 
Cause, he didn’t want regrets


He would never say a word
‘til you asked for his advice
But from his big ol’ smile, 
I could tell he loved being in my life


Chorus
He didn’t talk much
Was more of one to do
Men like him are rare
I can’t even name a few
 
He never had kids
But treated me like his son
Man, I really loved my dad
But, I swear


I had more than one


Bridge
Special gifts deserve their spotlight
Man, he taught me how to live my life, right


Chorus
He didn’t talk much
Was more of one to do
Men like him are rare
I can’t even name a few
 
He never had kids
But treated me like his son
Man, I really loved my dad


Man, I really loved my dad
But, I swear…….


I had more than one


More Than One

Mark L Lambert

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