My heart hasn't felt the same since
I saw you kickin round the pavement
Damn you're pretty in what's left of this city
Like a flower blooming out of the street
Life's hard, livin' in the end times 
To get by ain't nothin but a slow climb
I'm a survivor but things could be finer
Would you maybe like to fallout with me?

I don't usually talk to strangers
I shoot first just to cover all my dangers
But you're clean cut, so I'll tell you what  
Let's see what to me you might be
Lord knows that living on rations 
Has, of late, fallen out of fashion 
So, how's your cookin, cause I've been lookin'
To spice up this mundane cuisine 

Oh, there's something worth saving
In a world that's crumbling down
I've been counting days since the bomb hit 
Feeling like a hermit, scavenging from town to town  
To find another soul waiting 
With the same post-apocalyptical needs
For what good is livin in the end times 
If you can't love somebody 

Tell you what, if you don't mind my pardon
I got seeds, we can plant them in a garden
Oh, I make a mean curry, so don't you worry
I'm a man with the means to supply
I'm bound just south of the state line
A safe spot in the woods and the sunshine
Sure it's humble, but there ain't a lot of trouble 
Got a bunker, maybe you could stop by?

Sounds nice, I could bring along my stockpile
A guitar and some books that are worthwhile 
I've got ammunition, but boy am I wishin' for 
A place to settle down for a time
I've had, hard luck keeping my boyfriends
Alive, you see something always kills them
Zombies, marauders, disease, and other bothers
Can you promise me you're not gonna die?

Oh, there's something worth saving
In a world that's crumbling down
I've been counting days since the bomb hit 
Feeling like a hermit, scavenging from town to town  
To find another soul waiting 
With the same post-apocalyptical needs
For what good is livin in the end times 
If you can't love somebody

Livin In The End Times

My face holds traits of my father it’s true
I look like his sister, my aunt Mary Lou
But when I’m singing it’s easy to see
My Mom gave her music to me

Yes it is true
Joanne Lucille, my music is through you

As we gather together on each Christmas Eve
In service of music for those who believe
Four generations in sweet harmony
Music’s in our family tree

Yes it is true
Joanne Lucille, my music is through you

There are genes and there’s inspiration
She’s given me each of these parts
Between nature and nurture – they plotted my future
Music is firmly held inside my heart

I know all gifts are from God above
Yet music has blossomed because of Mom’s love
I learned it first as a child in her choir
A song our faith to inspire

Yes it is true
Joanne Lucille, my music is through you
Oh Mother mine, my music is through you

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Joanne Lucille

50/90 2020

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Maybe a coffee addict. Usually a distance runner. Sometimes a songwriter. Currently a skiier. Always a teacher. Used to be a stegosaurus.

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