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The Canadian plains, they stretch and they strain
A thousand miles north of Alpena
Cold, like a curse, drives a ghost-colored hearse
And drones like a Latin novena

Buffalo Jill leaves her calf on the hill
Too broken to run any longer
The pack, standing by, howls, “No time to cry
The weaker make food for the stronger"

When you come back home, run my finger-comb through your hair
Rest my weary head on your strong, young shoulder
When you comin' home? Waitin' for an omen, or what?
Don't forget, ain't nobody ain't growin' older 
Ain't nobody ain't growin' older

The fireman knows how to handle his hose
His truck's painted red for a reason
But I know the way out back 'round the bay
Where the big 'uns are runnin' this season

When you come back home, run my finger-comb through your hair
Rest my weary head on your strong, young shoulder
When you comin' home? Waitin' for an omen, or what?
Don't forget, ain't nobody ain't growin' older 
Ain't nobody ain't growin' older

From a bucket of swords come diminished-fifth chords
That must make you feel quite clever
Yes, time comes in spates, and I know Tom Waits
But nobody waits forever

When you come back home, run my finger-comb through your hair
Rest my weary head on your strong, young shoulder
When you comin' home? Waitin' for an omen, or what?
Don't forget, ain't nobody ain't growin' older 
Ain't nobody ain't growin' older 
Ain't nobody ain't growin' older

Words © Copyright 2014, 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music by Suno.com AI

Winter Solstice

He took her in his arms, held her tight
And told her she saved his life
It might have been the start  of a fine romance
Except she was my wife

She needed to be told she never would grow old
And he'd love her like I never could
As soon as she believed  he always would
He turned his back on her for good

Some kisses feed a hunger
Some kisses mean, I love you
But no lips that long for love can tell
The difference between the two

The difference between the two is only
The distance between heaven and hell
But when your eyes go blind with love
There's no way you can tell the difference

The leaves flew from the trees on autumn breezes
The winter wind chilled the air
No sooner than it seemed  too much to bear
I saw her standing there

Her heart was in her hand, suitcase at her feet
Her smiled opened up the door
Even though I tried  to turn away
I took her in my arms once more

Some kisses feed a hunger
Some kisses mean, I love you
But no lips that long for love can tell
The difference between the two
No lips that long for love can tell
The difference between the two
No lips that long for love can tell
The difference between the two

Words © Copyright 2001, 2015, 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music by Suno.com AI

Difference Between the Two

I was sittin all alone on my lonely log
When a woman came walkin an ugly dog
She was long, lovely, and she pleased my eye
But I had to break right down and cry
Her dog was UGLY!

Its teeth jutted out this way and that
Its neck was skinny and its rump was fat
One yellow eye 'longside its nose
All three paws had extra toes
That dog was UGLY!

The woman's left hand didn't wear no ring
So I asked her, "Where'd you get that thing"
She looked straight ahead, and was I surprised
When her hideous, one-eyed dog replied,
"She's a rescue."

"Not her," I cried, "I was asking 'bout you
"Where'd you learn to talk like a human, dude?"
"Don't worry bout me," the cur replied
"I'm just a humble canine guide
"My master's blind and she doesn't hear
"She's prone to seizures, too, I fear
"But I can tell when she's fixin to have a fit
"And I warn her when one's 'bout to hit.
Can YOU do that?"

Never judge a book by its cover
Never ride a razorback hog
Never look a gift horse in the mouth
Never diss a pretty girl's dog

That's when I figured how to meet that gal
I decided make that dog my pal
I said, "Now, ain't you something, you clever bastard
Maybe I could help you help your master."
He said, "I may only be a canine guide
But I don't think you're qualified."
I said, "I can't believe this conversation
"I'm human, pal. I got an education
"Who are you to suggest I'm dumb
"Show me your opposable thumb"

"Well, " he said, "don't mean to belittle you
"But I've had a bit o' learnin, too
“After I finished obedience school
"I learned to use scientific tools
"Got lab job sequencing DNA
"Earned a PhD in Canis Camenae
"That's Latin for doggerel

"Then I sniffed out drugs for the FBI
"Fought a drug lord's Doberman and lost an eye
"I gave up sniffin to study law
"But books and grades got too bourgeois
"So I scaled K-2 with a pack of canines
“Lost our way far above the snow line
"Froze one leg off and nearly died
"Eventually had to eat our guide
"Talk about dog eat dog

"Before I became a restaurateur
"Played Major League ball with the Cleveland Curs
"Tried every positions till I found my place
"In front of the ump, behind home base
"I was a dog catcher"

Never judge a book by its cover
Never ride a razorback hog
Never look a gift horse in the mouth
Never diss a pretty girl's dog

He said, "I ascertain that you may think I'm fat
"But I can run a mile in three minutes flat
"I can drive a semi and chase a bike
"Make a Manhattan any way you like
"What about YOU?

"Can you hunt, can you fish without a pole?
"Can you slake your thirst from a toilet bowl?
"I may be ugly, but I ain't no schnook
"Just how good do you think YOU look...
Naked?"

Never judge a book by its cover
Never ride a razorback hog
Never look a gift horse in the mouth
Never diss a pretty girl's dog

Well, I'm still sittin here on my lonely log
Lickin wounds I took from that talkin dog
I'm puttin down roots, I must look like a tree
The neighborhood dogs are gettin used to me
They think I'm a dogwood

The moral of this story ain't hard to find
There ain't even nothin written between the lines
Before you tangle with the canine species
Remember, it's humans who pick up their feces

Never judge a book by its cover
Never ride a razorback hog
Never look a gift horse in the mouth
Never diss a pretty girl's dog

I've sung this song a hundred times or more
People always ask, "Ain't there any more?"
I say, "No."

Words © Copyright 2014 Peter Lloyd
Music by Sonus.com AI

Ugly Dog Blues

Song based on story by Robert Reich of same title

In our kindergarten Christmas show
Back in nineteen fifty-two
I was picked to play the infant Christ
Even though I was a Jew

Mary, Joseph, three wise men
Stood around my bed of hay
Singing “Come let us adore Him”
As I closed my eyes to pray

God, I didn’t have a choice 
They cast me in this role 
I still adore the Torah, Lord
With all my heart and soul 

When I played Baby Jesus
I prayed what you might pray
When chosen for the kind of role
You did not want to play

God, I didn’t have a choice 
They cast me in this role 
I still adore the Torah, Lord
With all my heart and soul

I will alway love my Hebrew faith
Just as much as you love yours
So please don’t make my children pray
To gods they don’t adore

God, I didn’t have a choice 
They cast me in this role 
I still adore the Torah, Lord
With all my heart and soul
I still adore the Torah, Lord
With all my heart and soul

© Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music with Suno AI

When I Was Baby Jesus

Queria hablar español, and so
I wandered my way to Bolivia 
Now from my cell in the heart of La Paz
I pine for my lovely Olivia

Olivia appeared like a long-lost dream
From Heaven she said God had hastened her
“Sip my elixir of love,” she implored 
 My trust then I readily placed in her

We sang to the stars of the southern sky
And sipped sucumbé, tea and lemonade
Danced to the whims of her passion until
Polícia cut short our escapade

O-li-iv-ia, if God sent you down from the sky to me 
O-li-iv-ia, when I asked you your age, why’d you lie to me?    

My sentence may outlive my life, but now
I must not let misery harden me
Locked in La Paz for the rest of my life 
I pray presidente may pardon me

O-li-iv-ia, if God sent you down from the sky to me 
O-li-iv-ia, when I asked you your age, why’d you lie to me?    

My lovely Olivia. Of course, I forgive ya
Olivia, I give ya my love    
Olivia, te doy mi amor    

© Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music composed with Suno AI

Olivia

Another November I stand with the trees
Their black branches robbed by a mean autumn breeze
I lean on a tall oak, my cheek to her bark
And mourn my companion as the woodland grows dark

Oh, I miss my companion, always more, never less
As the years wrap around me, they embrace my distress
I return to you empty. Speak again what you teach
From the ages inside you round and as wide as my reach

Then the oak speaks for hours and her wisdom I heed
I hear in her silence all the solace I need
"Stay standing, she minds me, "let death do its worst
"Welcome each sunrise as if it's your first"

Yes, another November I stand with the trees
Their black branches robbed by a mean autumn breeze
I must leave you again now with tears on your bark
But I'll come back each autumn till my memory goes dark

© Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music with Suno AI

Companion

Justine, you make me feel so clean
Justine, you make me feel so clean
You took my love and run it through the washing machine

Justine, I hate to walk with you downtown
Justine, I hate to walk with you downtown
You talk so loud and you're always putting me down

Justine, you make me feel so clean
Justine, you make me feel so clean
You took my love and run it through the washing machine

Justine, you wear your clothes inside out
Justine, you wear your clothes inside out
Your hearts so full of anger and your heads so full of doubt

Justine, you make me feel so clean
Justine, you make me feel so clean
You took my love and run it through the washing machine

Justine, come and get your cigarets
Justine, come and get your cigarets
You left them on the table and I'm trying to forget

Justine, you make me feel so clean
Justine, you make me feel so clean
You took my love and run it through the washing machine

© Copyright 1976, 2000 , 2025Peter Lloyd
Music with Suno AI

Justine

Well, I never climbed a mountain, no, I never even tried
What’s the point of crawlin halfway to the sky? 
When everything I wanna see is somewhere in your eyes
And I never have to ever leave your side 

No, I’ll never solve a mystery or cure a rare disease
My face will never grace Time magazine 
And though I try to please you and keep you trouble free
I can never ever give you guarantees 

But every day I try to make you smile and never cry
Help you soothe your wounds and chase away your blues 
I’ll never get it all right and always come up shy
But I’ll never ever give you alibis 

Oh, there’s so much more I haven’t done and so much more to do
To be the man you hoped that I would be 
But there’ll always be one promise you can count on comin true
I will never, no not ever, not love you 

And every day I try to make you smile and never cry
Help you soothe your wounds and chase away your blues 
I’ll never get it all right and always come up shy
And I’ll never ever give you alibis 

Oh, there’s so much more I haven’t done and so much more to do
To be the man you hoped that I would be 
But there’ll always be one promise you can count on comin true
I will never, no not ever, not love you

No, I’ll never, no not ever, not love you 

Words © Copyright 2014 Peter Lloyd
Music with help from Suno AI

Never

let’s remember Alice Ball, long unrecognized 
found a cure for leprosy, so long ago   
Alice died at twenty-three      
white men called her work their own
I think we all know why
I think we all know why

let us give Charles Drew his due, long unrecognized
taught us how to share our blood, so long ago
volunteered to donate first
white men turned charles drew away
I think we all know why
I think we all know why

where have all the lepers gone?
Alice healed them all
blood banks save so many lives
Charles made it so
why were they not recognized?
jealous white men feared their fame

I think we all know why
I think we all know why

© Copyright 2025
Music with Suno AI

We All Know Why

I see the way you look at her            
It hurts me
Can’t help the way it makes me feel            
It hurts me                                            
I remember you when you were near                                      
Whisp’ring sweet words in my ear
When you’re not here where you belong
It hurts me
   
I see the way you walk with her 
It hurts me                                                                  
I hear the way the way you talk with her         
It hurts me                   
You hold hands that don’t belong to me
She’s right where I long to be     
When you’re not here where you belong         
It hurts me
                                          
I swear I try to stay away                    
But I saw you just the other day                
It made me want to break right down and cry  
I want to smile and wish you well 
But I’m still underneath your spell
When you’re not here where you belong
It hurts me

I see the way you look at her            
It hurts me
Can’t help the way it makes me feel            
It hurts me                                            
I remember you when you were near                                      
Whisp’ring sweet words in my ear
When you’re not here where you belong
It hurts me
                                                                     
When you’re not here where you belong  
You hurt me

© Copyright 2021, 2025Peter Lloyd
Music with help from Suno AI

It Hurts Me

If I had to do it all over again
Would I be content to reply
To the question, “What do you do for a living?”
“Me?...

I just teach. It’s what I do. I know I’ve found my groove
I just teach. It’s all I do.  I’ve nothing more to prove
I just teach. I just teach

I awake primeval minds, where dormant wonders lie
Introduce tenderfoot minds  to why they wonder why
I just teach. I just teach 

Those who do can do, do
Those who can’t do, teach
Well, that’s what they say
If you think that’s true
I could teach a thing or two, too, to you

Now diagram that sentence

Let me ask you a question.
 Have you ever seen a  shy, introspective misfit
 Suddenly catch on to what makes  Shakespeare worth reading

 And then watch his writing  slowly evolve from
 Black-and-white into vivid  color? I have.

 Ever have a precocious  preteen smart ass not only
 Prove you wrong, but  replace what you thought was set in stone
 
 With an entirely new idea  using the critical-thinking skills 
 You’ve just taught her?  I have 

 Ever seen a roomful of  smug, surly faces as their
 Dim, un-inquisative eyes start to  blaze with wild, child-like fire

 When it dawns on them  all of a sudden that 
 What they call common sense is actually  complicated?

 And, for the very first time  learn to accommodate
 Inside their green  ripening little brains

 Two diametrically opposed  viewpoints as
 Perfectly  plausible!

 I have. And I wouldn’t have missed it for the world

Those who do can do what they do
I know I can do what they do too 
Let them do what they do
I do all that I can do as well
Maybe even better

I excite young appetites  and nurse them on unknowns
As they grow, I watch them fly  where no one’s ever flown
I just teach. I just teach. I just teach.

© Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music with help from Suno.com AI

I Just Teach

Everybody thinks jocks are dumb
Not the case where I come from
I know what it takes to read a faking fullback
I know what it takes to anticipate an all-on sack
I know what it takes to make sure you don't head on out onto the gridiron with your
jock on backwards

It takes brains
A lot more than brawn and muscle
It takes brains
So much more than guts and hustle

Cuz if you hustle instead of pace your defense with bump-and-run coverage, you may
miss the sack opportunity and rush around the gap on the snap and meet a stiﬀ-arm
defender when double coverage demands running out the clock, because your
opponent is in field goal range and the kicker's putting yards behind every triple-man
screen around the passing pocket, so now you have the watch the other team's coach
take a Gatorade shower and you're screwed!

It takes brains
A lot more than brawn and muscle
It takes brains
So much more than guts and hustle

Cuz if you hustle in the wrong direction, you miss a squeeze play on the balk and get
caught with one run down, bases loaded on an infield-fly base on balls, dirt dog
followed by a screwball clutch pickle full-count, late-run pressure situation forcing a
grand-slam wall climber, because you sent your sweeping curve to a switch hitter with
an RBI pinch-hitter pick-oﬀ at the end of position change close-call, causing your
coach to start cussing out the umpire, instigating a bench-clearing brawl and you're
screwed!

It takes brains
A lot more than brawn and muscle
It takes brains
So much more than guts and hustle

You know, just because some jocks don't interview like philosophy professors, doesn't
mean they don't know a lot more about a whole lotta shit you never even thought
about much less could understand

I know what it takes to keep your point guard clear
I know what it takes to make the bleachers cheer
I know what it takes not to dunk the ball in the wrong damn basket

It takes brains
A lot more than brawn and muscle
It takes brains
So much more than guts and hustle

Cuz if you hustle with the wrong intention and you don't let the game come to your
after a one-and-done wheel oﬀense to answer a zone defense crooked zebra pick-and-
run, you end up putting pressure on the crossover defense clutch shot when you need
a squeeze oﬀense, one-on-one, man-to-man oﬀ pass rather than a triple-dribble hook
shot for less time in the paint in favor of a three-pointer oﬀ the glass with a buzzer-
beater, full-clock laid-oﬀ shot time missed in the last half second to bounce you right
out of the bracket and you're screwed!

It takes brains
A lot more than brawn and muscle
It takes brains
So much more than guts and hustle

You think I'm making this shit up, don't you?
It takes brains

© Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music with help from Suno.com AI

It Takes Brains

When you don’t know what to do
Say, “Whatever.”
When you haven’t got a clue
Say, “Whatever.”
But when you want to have a say
Maybe even get your way
Say whatever the heck is on your mind

When you get a bit confused
Say, “Whatever.”
If you don’t care if you lose
Say, “Whatever.”
But when you’ve got somewhere to go
And you want the world to know
Say whatever the heck is on your mind

Let me tell you about a woman named Fanny Wright
She stood up and spoke to crowds before women were allowed
Never waited to be invited
That’s why folks got so excited
She said whatever the heck was on her mind
 
I’m reminded as well of Sojourner Truth
Born a slave, ran away, gave herself a brand new name
She spoke up for women’s rights, never fled a freedom fight
And said whatever the heck was on her mind
 
And then, of course, there’s a young girl named Anne Frank
Spent years hiding in a cramped attic with her family
Did she lie around and whine
No she sat right down to write
And said whatever the heck was on her mind
 
Now before you stand up and open your mouth
You wanna make sure you know what the heck you’re talking about
Learn everything you can
When it’s time to take a stand
You can say whatever the heck is on your mind

When you don’t know what to do
Say, “Whatever.”
When you haven’t got a clue
Say, “Whatever.”
But when you want to have a say
Maybe even get your way
Say whatever the heck is on your mind

Don’t be afraid
Say whatever the heck is on your mind
You’ll be okay
Say whatever the heck is on your mind

© Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music with Suno.com AI

Whatever

Pedestrian

You walked right in
With a smile in hand
The years being good to you
Easy to understand
Talked about the past
Talked about the day-to-day
Laughed out loud
Talked the night away

What part of my smile don't you understand?
When I touch my hair and wave my hand
At the end of that strand, on the top of my mind
Without exception, dear
You're that near
It's you every time

I feel the heat
Cooking dinner with you
It feels like kissing you
Cuz it's so easy to do
I want you on my plate
We won't need that serving spoon
You taste so good
I'm coming after you

What part of my smile don't you understand?
When I see you turn and touch your hand
At the end of that hand, so easily mine
Without exception, dear
You're that near
It's you every time

My pillow's sweet
With dreams of you
Your voice still fills my head
Honey, it comes on through
It's the way you say
An ordinary "How are you?"
Night or day
Yeah, I'm talking to you

What part of my smile don't you understand?
When I rest my head and hold out my hand
Like the wind in my ear at the end of a sigh
Without exception, dear
You're that near
It's you every time
You're that near
It's you every time

© Copyright 2001, 2025 Annamarie Borich and Peter Lloyd

Every Time

Is that a note from Casanova?
Better send him on his way
If he starts to turn your pretty head
This is all you have to say

Tell him you're deep in love already
If he asks you for a name
Say he's well known as the Hunchback
And he comes from Notre Dame

Don't worry, you won't miss a thing
You can't read in Robert Frost
It's better to have never loved
Than to have loved and lost

Never love unless you have to
Never give your heart away
Nothing's free in this old world
And when you love, you pay

Take no pity on the Phantom
Don't get led into his lair
We don't need another Romeo
Trust me, there's no future there

You'd do better by a fireman
With a head of wavy hair
When your wedding bed goes up in flames
Then you might just have a prayer

But if you can't resist a tango
Get your money in advance
Then you won't have to beg for cab fare
When he leaves you at the dance
\
I've been around this world a whole lot longer than you
I've had my ups and downs and learned a thing or two
I had some breaks, I've made mistakes
And now I'm warning you

Never love unless you have to
Never strain your heart that way
Nothing's free in this old world
And when you love, you pay

Now when that overwhelming emptiness
Comes and grabs you by the throat
Starts to slowly suck your breath away
Sinks you like a tiny boat

Know you're better off to drown in tears
Than watch your lying lover choke
On his vows of everlasting love
Like goodbye's some kind of joke

There's no such thing as loneliness
If you live for what you do
When you clean up after no one
No one cleans up after you

Never love unless you have to
Never give your heart away
Nothing's free in this old world
And when you love, you pay

© Copyright 1984, 2001, 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music with Suno.com AI

Never Love

That’s my girlfriend on her online dating page 
With her hometown, hobbies, measurements, and age
But she done left out the part, ‘bout the time when she was our town’s
Parochial, elementary eighth-grade rage

She lived right next door, her name was Sierra Sue
With her lisp, it always came out “Thierra Thue”
She’d help me with my homework, though she was a year behind me
I fell in love despite her high IQ

Pretty women ignore me
They don’t even turn their heads
Oh, but Sierra used to floor me
When she’d tell me dirty jokes underneath her bed

She wore saddle shoes and a pleated uniform
And she marched up to holy communion every Sunday morn’
With her hair pulled back in pigtails, her teeth pulled back in braces
She never wore a dress that didn’t end up torn
  
Her bio says she works out in LA  
Likes funny guys who know just what to say
But she probably don’t remember that time up in her attic
I said, “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours. Okay?”

Pretty women ignore me
They don’t even turn their heads
Oh, but Sierra used to floor me
When she’d tell me dirty jokes underneath her bed

That’s my girlfriend on her online dating page 
With her hometown, hobbies, measurements, and age
But she done left out the part 
when she was our town’s one and only
Parochial, elementary eighth-grade rage

Remember me, Sierra?
I’m the one you used to call your “dunth”

© Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music help from Suno.com AI

Sierra Sue

Come and sit for a spell, I have stories to to tell
I’m sure you have heard one or two
Believe what you like, deny what you don’t
As always, the call’s up to you

You’ve heard of a monster called Yeti
Enormously stinky and sweaty
Beware if you find him
To stay far behind him
He’ll make you a mess of spaghetti

When mother left Remus and Rommy
A she-wolf stepped up as their mommy
She gave them a home
Then they founded Rome
So we could all eat hard salami

When all was a dark, lifeless ocean
Ra breathed and set all things in motion
Now Ra circles Earth
Gives morning its birth
We still cheer “Rah! Rah!” in devotion

Rob Crusoe, he chose not to grovel
Alone in his crude island hovel
While watching for boats
Took copious notes
And thought, “I might star in a novel!”

Please stay right there, don’t go anywhere
More tall tales are coming your way
Some sorta ring true, some beggar belief
But each has a clue to convey

Paul Bunyan stood eight stories tall
Washed his hair in Niagara Falls
Rose higher than trees
When down on his knees
For his bath the Great Lakes were too small

When Eve in her hip birthday suit
Bit into some forbidden fruit
Said she to poo-poo it
“The snake made me do it!”
From Eden God gave her the boot

Moby Dick was a whale with a tail
And a lunatic hot on his trail
Old Ahab his name
Revenge was his game
But Dick’s name and size did prevail

That’s all I’ve got, believe it or not
But I’m sure you will hear many more
Believe what you like, deny what you don’t
Ain’t that what your mind was made for?

© Copyright 2023, 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music by Suno.com AI

Beyond Belief

Thunder at my door—it was old Tom Paine
Seeking relief from the wind and rain
I let him in and he commenced
To speak like the man of Common Sense    

Tom said:
“Hard rain’s a blowin, the crisis nigh
“The cost to your freedom—heavy and high
“Gather your forces, rally the brave
“You’ve got yourselves a nation to save”

So I say:
America needs a new Tom Paine
America needs a new Tom Paine

Tom said:
“In my time and, still, today
“The fainthearted favor the easy way
“Ease makes them feel godly and brave
“But each—no more than the tyrant’s slave

“Promise such traitors whatever they seek
“They’ll ravage the rights of the poor and the weak
“It happened before, it’s happening now
“It’s all up to you, now, what you will allow”
 
So I say:
America needs a new Tom Paine
America needs a new Tom Paine   

Tom said:
“Tyranny, citizen, not easily beat
“But just like hell, it must know defeat
“Summer soldiers will give no aid
“While sunshine patriots seek the shade
“So you must stand, be damned the cost 
“Or find your hard-won freedom lost”	

America needs a new Tom Paine
America needs a new Tom Paine
America needs a new Tom Paine

© Copyright 2024 Peter Lloyd
Music by Suno.com AI

A New Tom Paine

Tuscaloosa, Alabama  
Billy Birdsong called it home 
But an omen soon would warn him 
"Cross the Urals you must roam" 
Saw Natasha Borashchenka  
In the movie "Goldeneye" 
Heard her sing to her intended 
"Cross the Urals you must fly" 

Billy Birdsong's heart surrendered  
In Natasha's spell he lay 
On an app called Duolingo 
Practiced Russian every day 
Saved his money, sold possessions  
Vowed he'd pay most any price 
Found a student language conference 
In the land of snow and ice

Six thousand miles 
Bet tomorrow on a song
How could a boy from Tuscaloosa 
Alabama, not go wrong?

In the town of Nazarovo 
On Siberia's dead floor
Students gathered, far behind them 
Nearly every foreign shore 
Billy Birdsong speaking Russian  
In a crowded co-ed dorm 
Met a hundred Borashchenkas 
Had to keep each other warm 

Three hundred teens 
Drinking vodka all night long
How could a boy from Tuscaloosa 
Alabama, not go wrong? 

Tuscaloosa, Alabama  
Billy Birdsong won't be back 
Now he's raising little Birdsongs 
In a Nazarovo shack 

Dark, Russian tea 
Piping from a samovar
How could a boy from Tuscaloosa 
Alabama, come so far? 

All the way across the Urals 
Living like a Russian Tsar?

© Copyright 2017 Peter Lloyd
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Billy Birdsong (Across the Urals)

Songwriter since 1966. Can't believe I still have to write protest songs. Prefer writing love songs and songs of praise for stand-up women and men, parodies, lyrical nonsense, blues and adaptations.