His Name Is Jesus:

A woman walking down the path with tears in her eyes,
‘cause she dearly loved that man, it’d been three days since he died.
Oh she saw him bleed, and she saw those deadly wounds.
So it was so hard so believe when she saw that empty tomb. 

Woman, why do you cry?  Now’s not the time to grieve.  
Don’t you know this was prophesied, and he’s fulfilled the prophecy?
Gods’ perfect lamb, he was sacrificed.  Upon a cross, he gave his life.
And although dead and in the grave, he rose again, now the stone has been rolled away.  

Now there’s a woman down the road, she’s lost and all alone.
It’s not two thousand years ago, she’s right here now at home.
Will you go and talk to her, make known the Lord’s own words?
Will you share your faith?  Will you find the strength to say …

Woman why do you cry?  Now’s not the time to grieve.
Don’t you know that Jesus Christ did for you what he did for me?
You’re feeling all alone and lost inside your pain.  As if you’re chained to a stone, but he can roll  the stone away. 

His name is Jesus.  His name is Jesus.  
He came and freed us from our sins.
His name is Jesus and he’s redeemed us 
with those thorns made into a crown and his blood that spilled upon the ground
‘cause through the blood and his pain, oh, we are saved.  Just call upon his name.  His name is Jesus.
   
There’s lost people everywhere.  The world’s in such a mess.
With now answers anywhere, they’re just giving up I guess.
But we know something they don’t know.  
We know the Lord, so we know what the answer is …

His name is Jesus.  His name is Jesus.  His name is Jesus.

Camouflaged Christian

His Name Is Jesus

Well, I like to hear Brad Paisley, George Strait and Tim McGraw,
or Garth Brooks and Alan Jackson singing good ol’ country songs.
‘Cause all through my life, well I guess it’s plain to see
that I’ve had a hold of country and it’s had a hold on me.
And I may be a good ol’ boy with rough and rowdy ways,
but I gave my life to Jesus.  Now this good ol’ boy’s been saved.

Now I like pickin’ guitars and driving pick-up trucks.
Been known to lose my temper and fight when things get rough,
but when it came time to toe the line, it wasn’t all that tough.
‘Cause I got tired. I’d played with fire. Been burned by love and luck.
There was a time I was accused of living life by my own rules,
but now that’s all been changed ‘cause this good ol’ boy’s been saved.

Yeah, I’m a good ol’ boy.  Hey, that’s what I’ll always be.
But there’s no greater joy than singing praises to the King, the King of Kings.
Because I once was lost, oh but now I found the way.
I’m gonna shout for joy ‘cause this good ol’ boy’s been saved.

And since I gave my life to Jesus, well everything has changed.
‘Cause he’s the one that freed us from our shackles and our chains.
The joy and peace in my life I know are here to stay
‘cause Jesus Christ paid the price I knew I couldn’t pay.
He paid it for the bankers, the beggars and the thieves,
and thank the Lord, he paid it for the good ol’ boy’s like me. 
  
‘Cause I’m a good ol’ boy.  Hey, that’s what I’ll always be.
But there’s no greater joy than singing praises to the King, the King of Kings.
Because I once was lost, oh but now I’ve found the way.
I’m gonna shout for joy ‘cause this good ol’ boy’s been saved.
I’m gonna shout for joy ‘cause this good ol’ boy’s been saved.

This Good Ol' Boy 

Just like the moccasin swimmin’ in the bayou,
or the alligator on the rocks nearby.
You keep your faith concealed and hidden deep inside you 
sometimes it’s hard to tell if it’s even alive.
‘Cause you’re staying real still and layin’ in the shadows.  
It seems like you’re afraid to ever move.
If the Lord ever called would you even move at all?  
You know the only place you’re hidin’ is from the truth.
                     
And you’re actin’ like a camouflaged Christian.  
Like no one’s gonna see you anymore,
but all your answers just keep leading to more questions, 
like, are you really trustin’ in the Lord?  No.

And you can’t go on this way, being so ashamed, 
because what would people say if you followed your beliefs?
Are you more afraid of them than the consequence of sin?  
Is it God or Man that you want to please?
And I see you sitin’ there almost every Sunday.  
You have your favorite chair in the very back row.
You hide yourself away, so afraid that someday 
the fear you feel inside is going to show.
                       
So you keep actin’ like a camouflaged Christian.  
Like no one’s gonna see you anymore,
but all you answers just keep leading to more questions, 
like, are you really trustin’ in the Lord?  No.

Oh you need someone to blame ‘cause you wanna point the finger. 
You know that it’s a shame ‘cause you’re about to see
As I’m standing here lookin’ in the mirror, 
that camouflaged Christian looks a lot like me

So stop actin’ like a camouflaged Christian.  
Like no one’s gonna see you anymore.
You’ve been forgiven so start livin’ like there’s no question.
Plant your flag.  Take your stand.  Trust in the Lord.
Oh, plant your flag. Take your stand.  Trust in the Lord.
I won’t be a camouflaged Christian anymore, no.

Camouglaged Christian

She’s my Proverbs 31 beauty.  
She’s my bible reading, faith healing, devil chasing cutie.
Got the Devil on the run and me running after her. 
No I never had more fun just holding hands in church, 
‘cause she’s my Proverbs 31 beauty.


And when you find that kind of wife, well you find a good thing, 
and I’m a lucky guy ‘cause she wears my ring.   
She always turns my head when she walks into the room.
Sometimes she turns me on just sitting in her pew, 
‘cause she’s my Proverbs 31 beauty.


She’s up every morning before the daylight. 
Works the whole day through and on into the night.
And when she looks at me it’s quite a sight to see 
‘cause my eyes bug out and she knocks me off my feet.
She’s a woman of faith, strength, honor and prayer, 
with long tan legs and soft brown hair.
She’s the picture perfect wife and she does something to me, 
she’s my Proverbs, my Proverbs 31 beauty.


Well many have done well, but she exceeds them all. 
And she’s always right there when she hears the Lord call.
She’s got a heart of kindness, worth more than gold or rubies,
And a set of deep brown eyes with a stare that goes right through me 
‘cause she’s my Proverbs 31 beauty.


And I love to watch that woman just walking down the street. 
Man, you know I’m glad that the Lord gave her to me. 
Thou shalt now steal, but what am I supposed to do?
‘Cause when I get her home I’m gonna steal a kiss or two, 
‘cause she’s my Proverbs 31 beauty.

Oh, she’s up every morning before the daylight. 
Works the whole day through and on into the night.
And when she looks at me it’s quite a sight to see 
‘cause my eyes bug out and she knocks me off my feet.
She’s a woman of faith, strength, honor and prayer, 
with long tan legs and soft brown hair.
She’s the picture perfect wife and she does something to me, 
got a set of deep brown eyes with a stare that goes right through me
you don’t like the way I feel?  
Go ahead and sue me 
‘cause she’s my Proverbs 31 beauty. 
I said she’s my Proverbs 31 beauty.  
You know she’s my Proverbs 31 beauty.

Proverbs 31 Beauty

Sometimes I get so lonely, lost and all alone
like the world’s turned on me with a force I’ve never known.
So, I lift my face to the sky.  I seek you out in prayer
when sometimes it just seems like there’s nobody there, but

You’ll never leave me.  You’ll always be by my side,
ready to lead me if I’d open my eyes.
When I’m worn and when I’m weak, or when I’m too blind to see,
it’s so good to know I’m not alone, ‘cause you’ll never leave.

I’ve tried to climb that mountain so many times,
but each time I’ve found then it’s a mountain I can’t climb.
And I’m so afraid of falling down when all I really need to know
is you’d tear that mountain down, if I’d only let go and

You’ll never leave me.  You’ll always be by my side,
ready to lead me if I’d open my eyes.
When I’m worn and when I’m weak, or when I’m too blind to see,
it’s so good to know I’m not alone, ‘cause you’ll never leave.

When I’m in a dry and barren land I’m right in the palm of your hand
with your eyes fixed on me.
You’ll never leave when all my strength’s come to an end, 
and I’m desperate for a friend I just turn to you again ‘cause

You’ll never leave me.  You’ll always be by my side,
ready to lead me if I’d open my eyes.
When I’m worn and when I’m weak, or when I’m too blind to see,
it’s so good to know I’m not alone, ‘cause you’ll never leave.
You’ll never leave.

You'll Never Leave

He’s my Hope.  He’s my fortress.  He’s my rock, my shelter and shield.
And he’s the one that I can lean on with the power to make me feel
such peace, and such joy and a love so true and real,
‘cause he’s my hope. He’s my fortress. He’s my rock, my shelter and shield.

Well, the Lord provides a guiding light so I won’t stumble in the dark of night,
and I’ve learned to walk by faith, not sight, even when it’s all up hill.
And when the road I’m on is hard and long he’s my fortress, safe and strong.
He’s the rock that I can lean upon to keep me safe inside his will.
And when I’m ill at ease he fills my heart with peace. He makes me lie in fields of green 
where the waters run still and deep and my cup is overfilled. 

He’s my Hope.  He’s my fortress.  He’s my rock, my shelter and shield.
And he’s the one that I can lean on with the power to make me feel
such peace, and such joy and a love so true and real,
‘cause he’s my hope. He’s my fortress. He’s my rock, my shelter and shield.

He’s the hope of my salvation. He’s the fortress for my soul.
He’s my rock and my foundation.  He’s the one who makes me whole.
He’s my shield and expectation, and my shelter from the cold.
He’s the power of peace deep inside of me.  He’s the joy that lasts for eternity,
he has the kind of love that never lets me go.  And 

He’s my Hope.  He’s my fortress.  He’s my rock, my shelter and shield.
And he’s the one that I can lean on with the power to make me feel
such peace, and such joy and a love so true and real,
‘cause he’s my hope. He’s my fortress. He’s my rock, my shelter and shield.
He’s my hope. He’s my fortress.  He’s my rock, my shelter and shield.

Shelter and Shield

Teddy bears and lacy things, nursery rhymes and lullabies to sing.
Go ahead and play on the swing, but be careful now, not too high.
And roller skates coming down the sidewalk, finger paints and playing hopscotch.
Take a look at the lizard you caught, but no he can’t come inside.

Bedtime prayers down on our knees, Mama taught us faith through her belief, 
and she picked me up back when I couldn’t reach.
Mama made us go to bed too soon, oh, but sometimes she let us lick the spoon
with a kiss and a hug, ‘cause that’s a mamas’ love.

Now Mama dropped her off a block away, when Sis got too old to kiss her anyway.
She tried to hide the look on her face and held back the tears.
‘Cause pig tales were for little girls and sis was ready now for beauticians’ curls,
painted nails and costume pearls, and she pierced her ears.

Mama always seemed to know when to hold us and when to let go, 
and she knew how it felt to worry at night.
Saying her prayers ‘til I got home.  Making sure the front porch light was on,
‘cause these are the labors of a mamas love. 

Now Mother Goose is read from Grandma’s lap, where my children take their naps,
but I still remember back …

When Mama stayed up late ‘cause I was sick from too much ice cream and chocolate chips,
and the only cure back then was Mama’s kiss.
And Mama washed the crayon off the wall, and she got me my first bat and ball.
It’s a gift from God above, a Mamas love.  Oh, it’s a gift from God above, my Mamas love.

Mama's Love

The car needs fixin’, and the shrubs need trimming,
and the paint can use a coat or two.
And out in the kitchen the faucet is drippin’,
and my weekend is filled with Honey do’s.
But I’ve worked all week and the time has come for me
to just relax and take life easy.
But you don’t understand why I am the way I am,
So, sit down honey, I’ll explain it if I can…

You see, my get up and go just got up and went.
My fast became slow, when my last dollar’s spent.
My yes became no, and my can became can’t
‘cause my get up and go just got up and went.
Yes, my get up and go just got up and went.

Now, the baseball game is on TV.  
It’s calling my name and my destiny
is to sit on the couch and be lazy.
Now what’s the matter honey, why can’t you see…

That my get up and go just got up and went.
My fast became slow, when my last dollar’s spent.
My yes became no, and my can became can’t
‘cause my get up and go just got up and went.
Yes, my get up and go just got up and went.

So, on Saturday night I took out my wife
to apologize and make things right.
And she looked so good that when we went to bed
you know, I asked her if I could, but she looked at me and said …

That her get up and go just got up and went.
Her fast became slow when my last dollar’s spent.
And her yes became no and my can became can’t
‘cause my get up and go just got up and went.

Oh, my get up and go just got up and went.
My fast became slow when my last dollar’s spent.
Her yes became no and my can became can’t
‘cause my get up and go just got up and went.
Oh, my get up and go just got up and went.

Oh, my get up and go got up and went.  My get up and go got up and went.
My get up and go just got up and went.

Thinking About Dad

Get Up And Go

Don’t you worry about me when it comes my time to leave
‘cause you know that I’ll be kickin’ up gold dust.
Yeah, I’ll be dancin’ in the streets with the angels around me
and you know that we’ll all be kickin’ up gold dust.  
Yeah, we’ll all gather up around the throne
in a place where the streets are paved with gold.
So, when I die, don’t you cry. Don’t you make a fuss
‘cause you know that I’m just kickin’ up gold dust.

Oh, I’ll be sailing crystal seas with walls of jasper around me
singing praises to the King and kickin’ up gold dust.
The pearly gates will open wide to my new home in the sky,
so, you know that’s where you’ll find me kickin’ up gold dust.
‘Cause the angels and the saints and I will be
praisin’ his name for eternity.
They can put me in the ground, but I’m still heaven bound
so, you know you can trust I’m just kickin’ up gold dust.

No, the world will never be my home.
‘Cause life is just a journey to a place I know
where treasure will never fade or rust,
so, shout hallelujah because I’m kickin’ up gold dust.    

No, the world will never be my home.
‘Cause life is just a journey to a place I know
where treasure will never fade or rust,
so, shout hallelujah because I’m kickin’ up gold dust.    
I said, shout hallelujah because I’m kickin’ up gold dust.
When I die don’t you cry, I’m kicking up gold dust.
I’m kickin’ up gold dust.
No when I die, please don’t cry because I’m kicking up gold dust.
I’m kickin’ up gold dust.
I’m kickin’ up gold dust.
I’m kickin’ up gold dust.

Kickin' Up Gold Dust

There’s a banner in the window where a blue star became gold.
It brings to mind the pain and pride so many of us know.
Another soldier’s fallen and won’t be coming home.
There’s friends and family callin’, but the pain won’t let go.
And there, inside, the family cries.
Oh, the cost of freedom has its price.

‘Cause all across the country, from sea to shining sea,
they’ve left their homes and all they’ve known to fight for you and me.
And for the one’s not coming back, their story’s told
on that banner in the window where the blue star became gold.

Some won’t remember, oh, but others can’t forget,
that it’s not the way that they died, but the way that they lived
that made American heroes give all that they could give.
So I refuse to believe that a memory is all that they have left.

In every corner of this nation our flag still proudly waves.
It waves in celebration of our freedom and price they paid.
And it stands for a way of life that some will never know
and in honor of the sacrifice when a blue star became gold.

So, now it’s up to you and me to keep alive the legacy,
to grab the mane of freedom and don’t ever let her go.
And, somewhere deep within our hearts remember those who bear the scars
and the pain when a blue star became gold.
Somewhere deep within our hearts remember those who bear the scars
And the pain when a blue star became gold.

Banner In The Window

I remember way back when, back when I was just a kid,
me and some of my friends getting caught doing things we shouldn’t have been.
And when the police took me home, there was daddy with his bathrobe on.
He taught a lesson that I didn’t forget when he looked at me and said,

You’ve got to walk your own road.  Stand straight and tall.
Carry your own load because after all, 
when everything’s been said and done, you’re going to be the one
to reap exactly what you sowed.   Son, walk your own road.

Now Daddy was a hero to me, and he was everything that I wanted to be,
so it left a painful memory when he went away.
But his words are with me still, and I know they always will be.
I’ve always done the best I can.  And now, I’ve become my own man.  

Cause I walk my own road.  Stand straight and tall.  
I carry my own load because after all,
When everything’s been said and done, I’m going to be the one
to reap exactly what I sow.  So, I walk my own road.

Now late at night when it’s time for bed and we say our prayers,
I tell my children what my daddy said because after all these years.

I still think about him and the words he said back then.
I wonder what he’d think of me and the man I turned out to be.
But, I guess it’s all right now.  ‘Cause in my heart I know somehow
that the streets are paved with gold where Daddy’s walking his own road.

You’ve got to walk your own road.  Stand straight and tall.
Carry your own load because after all, 
when everything’s been said and done, you’re going to be the one
to reap exactly what you sow.   So, walk your own road.
Remember son, to walk your own road.

Walk Your Own Road

I fly the red, white and blue out in my front yard. 
I like to barbeque and drive a muscle car.
I keep the dust off my bible and the dirt off my gun.  
I’m a hard-workin’ man, and I like to have fun.
I love my wife and my family
and livin’ life here in the land of the free.
You can call me old fashioned, but I believe 
a little more old fashioned’s what this country needs,
but that’s American me.  That’s just American me.  

I’m just a simple man, so what the heck
is this stuff they call politically correct?
Instead of vertically challenged or nutritionally enhanced, 
why not say, “Dude, it’s just short and fat.”
Yeah, why not say what you really mean? 
‘Cause that’s the way that I believe.
Now politicians may not agree, 
but more honesty is what this country needs,
but that’s American me.  That’s just American me.

I like honest pay for a hard days work, 
and then come Sunday to be here in church
where I kneel and pray just the way I believe 
because a lot more of God is what this country needs,
but that’s American me.  That’s just American me.

And we’ve got the right to speak our mind.  
Try to take that away, there’s gonna be a fight.
No false prophet, no guru, so self-deceived saint 
would ever be able to take that away
from American me.  Not from American me.

And I’m grateful for all those who fought and bled
pursuing our freedom and justice.
And I believe that what this country needs
 is more like them, but then, that’s American me.
American me.  That’s just American me.   
That’s what I believe because that’s American, 
that’s American me. That’s just American me.

American Me

With every breath I take I’m lifting you in praise. With every step I make I’m stepping out in faith.
With every prayer I pray I renew my strength. I will run and not be weary. I will walk and not be faint,
because on eagles wings, Lord you lift me up. When I’m feeling weak you fill me with love.
And it’s your face I seek, you wipe my tears away, and Heaven’s getting closer every single day.

Heaven’s getting closer every single day. Oh glory Hallelujah, Lord don’t hesitate.
‘cause we’re going to see our savior face to face, when you come to take us all away.
Yeah, Heaven’s getting closer every single day. It’s got me feeling like a kid that just can’t wait,
But the waiting’s getting shorter, soon the waiting will be over
‘cause Heaven’s getting closer every single day.

With every word I say, Lord I will proclaim that you’re the King of Glory who forever reigns
‘cause you died on the cross to save all who were lost, but on the third day you came out of that grave and set the captives free and that included me. Now who I was is just a memory.
You made me brand new, old things passed away, and Heaven’s getting closer every single day.

Heaven’s getting closer every single day. Oh glory Hallelujah, Lord don’t hesitate.
‘cause we’re going to see our savior face to face, when you come to take us all away.
Yeah, Heaven’s getting closer every single day. It’s got me feeling like a kid that just can’t wait,
But the waiting’s getting shorter, soon the waiting will be over
‘cause Heaven’s getting closer…

With every breath I take. With every step I make. With every prayer I pray. With every word I say.
With every breath I take. With every step I make. With every prayer I pray, well I renew my strength.
With every breath I take. With every step I make. Oh Heaven’s getting closer every single day

Heaven’s getting closer every single day. Oh glory Hallelujah, Lord don’t hesitate.
‘cause we’re going to see our savior face to face, when you come to take us all away.
Yeah, Heaven’s getting closer every single day. It’s got me feeling like a kid that just can’t wait,
But the waiting’s getting shorter, soon the waiting will be over
‘cause Heaven’s getting closer every single day.
Oh the days are getting shorter, soon the waiting will be over
‘cause Heaven’s getting closer every single day.
Yeah Heaven’s getting closer every single day.

Heaven's Getting Closer

Now I was born in Northern Nevada, but that was quite a long time ago.
And then my daddy moved us all to California when I was just two years old.
My mama and my dad, they taught me wrong from right.
They said, ‘Be slow to anger son, but prepare to fight.
If they ever cross you when you know you’re in the right, then make a stand’.

Now my daddy’s folks are all from Oklahoma, and my mama’s folks are up Montana way,
so even though I was raised in California, I’ve got country blood running through my veins.
‘Cause no matter where I lived my neck kept turning red
and that’s just the way it is, but I guess it’s for the best.
There ain’t no one to blame, so never mind the rest.  Here I am.

And when you look at me everything you see is country to the bone.
And it’s a mystery why I could never leave well enough alone.
It’s either good or bad, it’s right or it’s wrong,
but I could never change, I’ve been this way too long.

Now my mama wanted me to be well mannered, but I kept turning more like daddy every day.
Her social dreams for my life all soon were shattered ‘cause I kept following his rough and rowdy ways.
I learned to stand up on my own and to walk my own road.
Some people didn’t like it, but I guess they came to know
it’s just the way it was and the way it still goes.  Here I am.

And when you look at me everything you see is country to the bone.
And it’s a mystery why I could never leave well enough alone.
It’s either good or bad, it’s right or it’s wrong,
but I could never change, I’ve been this way too long.

Yeah, when you look at me everything you see is country to the bone.
And it’s a mystery why I could never leave well enough alone.
It’s either good or bad, it’s right or it’s wrong,
but I could never change, I’ve been this way too long.
No, I could never change, I’ve been this way too long.

Been This Way Too Long

Let me be a vessel Lord, won’t you shine your light on me? 
Keep me sanctified and pure, the way that I should be.
Let me be a vessel.  Keep me walking in your light.
Let me be a good and faithful servant in your eyes.

Let me be a vessel Lord, won’t you shine your light on me?
Keep me sanctified and pure, the way that I should be.
Let me be a vessel.  Keep me walking in your light.
Let me be a good and faithful servant in your eyes.

Oh Lord, you are the most-high God.  I want the world to know
just how much you changed my life when you saved my soul.
You gave me new direction and you calmed my stormy seas.
And now, to be your vessel, well, it's all I want to be.

So let me be a vessel Lord, won’t you shine your light on me?
Keep me sanctified and pure, the way that I should be.
Let me be a vessel.  Keep me walking in your light.
Let me be a good and faithful servant in your eyes.

‘Cause Lord I know that the day will come when I see the glory of the coming Son
and the angels shout “Oh, victory!” on the day Jesus comes back for me.
And Lord I know that you love me so …

Let me be a vessel Lord, won’t you shine your light on me?
Keep me sanctified and pure, the way that I should be.
Let me be a vessel.  Keep me walking in your light.
Let me be a good and faithful servant in your eyes.

Yes, Lord I know that the day will come when I see the glory of the coming Son
and the angels shout “Oh, victory!” on the day Jesus comes back for me.
And Lord I know that you love me so …

Let me be a vessel Lord, won’t you shine your light on me?
Keep me sanctified and pure, the way that I should be.
Let me be a vessel.  Keep me walking in your light.
Let me be a good and faithful servant in your eyes.

Let me be a vessel Lord, won’t you shine your light on me?
Keep me sanctified and pure, the way that I should be.
Let me be a vessel.  Keep me walking in your light.
Let me be a good and faithful servant in your eyes.
Let me be a good and faithful servant in your eyes.

Let Me Be A Vesel

I left Oklahoma two years ago last fall.                                 
I sold my farm near Tulsa disgusted with it all.
I hopped a freight train headed west and wound up in Reno.           
Then I thumbed a ride to Roseville and on to Sacramento.                                                    

Where I saw this guy on TV lookin' for minorities.                               
I knew right then I qualified 'cause there ain't but one of me,                             
and after years out on the farm, this would be a life of ease,       
so I went on down and joined up, now I'm workin' for the CHP.
                  
Okie Smokey it's my new identity.                  
Okie Smokey, you know, my mama's proud of me.
                     
Now, I like writin' tickets and wavin' at the kids. 
and I like catchin' robbers and once I almost did                                         
They pay me pretty good money and furnish most of my gear.     
I’d give up half my paycheck if you could just see me here.

I don't care 'bout your drinkin' and I don't care if you smoke.
But Buddy if your drivin' don't mix nothin' with your Coke.             
And the cigarette you're smokin' just better not smell funny.          
'cause Buddy let me tell ya it ain't funny to the CHP.  

Okie Smokey it's my new identity.                  
Okie Smokey, you know, my mama's proud of me.
                              
I've got my favorite coffee shop where all I drink is free.                        
And anything I want to eat comes just half to me.                                   
But the reason that I go there stands about 5 foot 2. 
With big blue eyes and blond hair and I think that she likes me too.
	              
Now I love Oklahoma, of that fact I'm quite bold,
but I can’t leave California ‘cause I’m all blue and gold.                                
I could have been a deputy, or city police,
but compared to what I’m doin’ that’s like playin’ in the minor leagues. 

Okie Smokey it's my new identity.                  
Okie Smokey, you know, my mama's proud of me.
Oh, Okie Smokey it's my new identity.                  
Okie Smokey, you know, my mama's proud of me.

Okie Smokey

When I was just a young boy, I dreamed a young boy’s dream
of growing up and playing ball in the major leagues.
I was going to be a star because in my heart I knew
I’d play for the Yankees in the House Built by Ruth.

When I told my dream to Grandpa, he smiled and scratched his head.
Then, with a twinkle in his eyes, he looked at me and said,
‘Now boy just look around this place and tell me what you see.
‘Cause everything around here was built by Ruth and me.

We laid the foundation and nailed in every board.
Put shingles up there on the roof and tile down on the floor.
It’s okay to have a dream, son, sometimes dreams come true.
For years you’ve been playing in the house, the house built by Ruth.

You see son, I was just a cowboy, fresh off Montana’s range.
Didn’t know much of baseball, but I sure loved your grandmas’ swing.
And I knew I’d made quite a catch when I stole her heart away,
so we ran off together and got married to stay.

Now times were lean, so life was hard. When you start that young they often are,
but time just kept marching on, and soon your mama came along.
Then your aunt and uncle joined us too and we ran out of room.
So we did what young couples do, we bought this land and started to …

Lay the foundation and nail in every board
Put shingles up there on the roof and tile down on the floor.
It’s okay to have a dream, sometimes dreams come true.
For years you’ve been playing in the house, the house built by Ruth.

He said ‘I couldn’t do it by myself. I always needed Grandma’s help,
so floor to ceiling, and wall to wall, this house was built with love because …

We laid the foundation and nailed in every board.
Put shingles up there on the roof and tile down on the floor.
It’s okay to have a dream, son, sometimes dreams come true.
For years you’ve been playing in the house, the house built by Ruth.

I guess everyone has their dreams, and both our dreams came true,
‘cause for years you’ve been playing in the house, the house built by Ruth.
in the house, the house built by Ruth.

The House Built By Ruth

You better hold on …
‘Cause every cowboy knows when you rodeo 
you want to draw a bronc that’s tough and meaner than sin.
You want ‘em wild and high, ‘cause if you hold on tight,
you might make the ride and that’s your only way to win.
But, down in Mexico, well there’s a trail of broken bones
left behind by cowboys that tried and lost
to a rugged ol’ roan that’s evil to the bone.
They all say, ‘man, that’s the Devil, that ain’t no hoss!”

Yeah, he’s the Devil, the Devil wrapped in rawhide
with hate in his heart and blood in his eye.
He’s the Devil, good for nothin’ but causing pain. 
He’s the Devil, the Devil wrapped in rawhide.
The meanest, toughest bronc a cowboy ever tried to ride.
He’s the Devil wrapped in rawhide, 
they should have left him out on the range.

‘Cause he can jump so high he can touch the sky,
and when he comes down, he’ll stomp you in the ground.
And he can turn and twist, and make a cowboy wish
that he’d stayed at home and never laid his money down.
All except Dan Linn, ‘cause he’s the best that’s ever been.
He’s rode near and far and always kept his seat.
You know he’s seen them all and never took a fall
‘cause he’s the best that’s ever been or will ever be.

So when Dan came to town, well all the cowboys gathered round,
they knew that soon there’d be a sight to see.
Dan cinched the saddle down tight, pulled his hat low over his eyes,
said ‘Turn him loose now boys, ‘cause I came here to ride!”

When they opened the gate, ol’ Dan was hopin’ for eight,
but by the count of three he was sprawled out on the ground.
And through the dirt and dust, well, he began to cuss
that ol’ Devil wrapped in rawhide that went and threw him down.

‘Cause he’s the Devil, the Devil wrapped in rawhide
with hate in his heart and blood in his eye.
He’s the Devil, good for nothin’ but causing pain. 
He’s the Devil, the Devil wrapped in rawhide.
The meanest, toughest bronc a cowboy ever tried to ride.
He’s the Devil wrapped in rawhide, 
they should have left him out on the range.
You know he’s the Devil, the Devil wrapped in rawhide
with hate in his heart and blood in his eye.
He’s the Devil, good for nothin’ but causing pain. 
He’s the Devil, the Devil wrapped in rawhide.
The meanest, toughest bronc a cowboy ever tried to ride.
He’s the Devil wrapped in rawhide, 
they should have left him out on the range.

Oh, he’s the Devil wrapped in rawhide
they should have left him out on the range.
He’s the Devil wrapped in rawhide, 
They should of left him out on the range.

The Devil Wrapped In Rawhide

If I could take 31 days and make them go away
you know, I’d take October and make sure it never came.
I’d stay here in September and not remember all the pain.
My hurting might be over if October never came.

The days would not grow shorter and chase the light away.
The winds would not blow colder, or the leaves begin to change.
The skies wouldn’t start to snow, and I’d never have to let you go.
Oh, there’d be no starting over if October never came.

Oh, every year at about this time the memories start to flood my mind.
Most of the year I get through okay, but now October’s here, and there’s just no escape.
So, if I could take 31 days and make them go away,
oh, my hurting might be over if October never came.

Oh, every year at about this time the memories start to flood my mind.
Most of the year I get through okay, but now October’s here, and there’s just no escape.
So, if I could take 31 days and make them go away,
oh, my hurting might be over if October never came.
Oh, if I could take just 31 days the angels never would’ve taken you away
and my hurting, it might be over if October never came.
If October never came.

If October Never Came

Sitting on the front porch with a guitar in my hand.
And cousin Jimmy’s got his banjo, playing like no one can.
Uncle Phil’s got his fiddle, and that makes our band complete.
Playing Mountain Music in the hills of Tennessee.

We’re playing mountain music, we’ll play it loud and long.
Playing mountain music music, singing good ol’ mountain songs.
Ain’t nothing quite as fun as playing ‘Fox on the Run’,
and playing mountain music right up ‘til the dawn.  

The yougins’ are all runnin’ playing hide and seek.
Little sister’s got a boyfriend and he kissed her on the cheek.
Ah, the poor boy, he don’t know it, but she’s leading him on.
Me and Jimmy grab a guitar and we play another song.
 
We’re playing mountain music, we’ll play it loud and long.
Playing mountain music music, singing good ol’ mountain songs.
Ain’t nothing quite as fun as playing ‘Fox on the Run’,
and playing mountain music right up ‘til the dawn.  

 Grandma’s in the kitchen making lemonade,
and Grandpa’s in the front yard, just lazin’ in the shade.
And now Mama’s got Daddy dancing out in the yard,
doing do-si-do, and one more go, and swinging on his arm.   

We’re playing mountain music, we’ll play it loud and long.
Playing mountain music music, singing good ol’ mountain songs.
Ain’t nothing quite as fun as playing ‘Fox on the Run’,
and playing mountain music right up ‘til the dawn.  

When the sun goes down we’ll gather round and play some gospel songs.
Get the family all together, and we’ll all sing along.
And then Daddy reads the bible just before we go to bed
with that mountain music still, just ringing in our heads.

We’re playing mountain music, we’ll play it loud and long.
Playing mountain music, singing good ol’ mountain songs.
Ain’t nothing quite as fun as playing ‘Fox on the Run’,
and playing mountain music right up ‘til the dawn.  
No there ain’t nothing quite as fun as playing ‘Fox on the Run”
and playing mountain music right up ‘till the dawn.
Playing mountain music right up ‘till the dawn.

Playing Mountain Music

There was no falling snow in that busy little town.
There was no mistletoe or presents to be found.
Not a single greeting card had arrived in the mail.
Just another night as far as anyone could tell.

‘Cause there were no jingle bells, no caroling in the streets,
no tinsel on the shelves and no gathering round a tree
when the Miracle from Heaven came to comfort all who mourn,
and unto us a Son was given, unto us a Child was born.

On the very first Christmas, so many years ago
all the angels lifted voices to praise the savior who was Lord,
but so few seemed to notice. So many just ignored
that unto us a Son was given, unto us a Child was born. 

But the town was so busy there was just no room for Him.
So, in the corner of a stable, it was a manger they laid Him in.
And strangers paid no mind, they just couldn’t make the time.
Only shepherds came to offer praise at the Miracle inside.

Now there’s Christmas trees everywhere with bright and shining lights.
There’s caroling in the streets, “jingle Bells and Silent Night”
                                       (Oh Holy Night)
There’s Barbie Dolls and shopping malls and gifts in online stores,
but sometimes we’re so busy that we forget what it’s all for …

‘Cause everyone prays for snow, for Christmas and for mistletoe.
It seems the world gets lost in reindeer and Santa Claus. 
So this year let’s remember what the celebration’s for. 
‘Cause unto us a Son was given, Jesus Christ – Jesus Christ the Lord.

So on this very Christmas, well I’m going to make it known.
I’ll be singing with the angels to praise the savior who is Lord.
I’ll stand and I’ll take notice.  I won’t let it be ignored
That unto us a Son was given, unto us a Child was born.
Oh unto us a Son was given, unto us a Child was born.

A Child Was Born

When I was just a kid, like every kid around, 
I couldn’t wait for Christmas when Santa came to town.
‘Cause there’d be something special on my Christmas list
Then early Christmas morning I’d find out what I’d get.
Now I may have grown.  I may have changed a bit, 
but there’s still something special on my Christmas list.
Now some may think it’s strange, but it’s really just because
all I want for Christmas is Mrs. Santa Claus.
All I want for Christmas is Mrs. Santa Claus.

‘Cause she’s got spiked heel boots and a red hat made of felt,
a tiny Christmas suit that makes the snow melt.
Then steam comes from the water, it beats all you ever saw.
They don’t come any hotter than Mrs. Santa Claus
when she pulls up in her sleigh, says “What’s your Christmas wish?”,
but I know if I say I’ll be on that naughty list.
So is it really strange, can it really be so wrong   
For me to be in love with Mrs. Santa Claus?
For me to be in love with Mrs. Santa Claus?

Oh, Mrs. Santa Claus, she’s got me in her spell.
Gets me thinking crazy thoughts that ring my jingle bells.
She really turns me on, I don’t want nothin’ else.
She’s so smoking hot.  She’s everything I want.
My only Christmas wish is for my pretty misses, 
Mrs. Santa Claus.  Mrs. Santa Claus. 

Oh, Mrs. Santa Claus, she’s got me in her spell.
Gets me thinking crazy thoughts that ring my jingle bells.
She really turns me on, I don’t want nothin’ else.
She’s so smoking hot.  She’s everything I want.
My only Christmas wish is for my pretty misses,  
my Mrs. Santa Claus, she’s got me in her spell.
Gets me thinking crazy thoughts that ring my jingle bells.
She really turns me on, I don’t want nothin’ else.
She’s so smoking hot.  She’s everything I want.
My only Christmas wish is for my pretty misses, my Mrs. Santa Claus.   
Yeah, my only Christmas wish is for my pretty misses, 
Mrs. Santa Claus. Mrs. Santa Claus.
My Misses, whoa my Mrs. Santa Claus.

Mrs. Santa Claus

Version 2 courtesy of Dcuny,  Words:

Messiah, I lift you higher and I praise your holy name.
‘Cause you came, and you forgave, and you saved and set me free.

Oh Messiah, you are the Lord.  You are the one I’m living for.
Oh Messiah, you are my King and your kingdom reigns forevermore.

Messiah, I’ll never tire of lifting you in praise.
‘Cause you died, and rose again, then you took my sin from me. 

Oh Messiah, you are the Lord.  You are the one I’m living for.
Messiah, you are my King, and your kingdom reigns forevermore.
Messiah.

Oh Messiah, you are the Lord.  You are the one I’m living for.
Messiah, you are my King, and your kingdom reigns forevermore.
Oh Messiah.  Messiah.  Oh Messiah. Messiah.  Oh messiah.

Messiah Version 2

Beside Still Waters

You can always find me at my favorite local bar
wearing out a barstool underneath the neon stars.
‘Cause though that woman’s gone, she’s left her memory here behind.
And now, I’m holding on by trying to drink her off my mind.
I’m just sitting in the corner with the cigarette smoke
reliving my old memories, broken dreams and shattered hope.
Though I’ve had three or four I always want, ‘Just one more’
‘til I stagger out the door, you’ll know just what I’m waiting for

‘ Cause I’m sitting here once again with a drinking glass and listenin’
to songs of pain, tears and rain, loneliness and all it brings.
And, if it takes me all night long, I’ll stay in here and drink ‘till dawn.  
‘Til the pain is finally gone and her memory leaves
So when the band takes requests, they know the words that I’ll say next 
are “Give me one more whiskey and another whiskey song.”

When I get feeling low, this is where I feel at home
Just me and my poison and those back road break up songs
It happens every time.  She’s always preying on my mind.
No matter where I go her memory follows close behind.
And, all I want it seems is a choir of broken dreams, 
one more shot of gasoline and to join them as they sing
‘Cause if we all feel the same, then we’re addicted to this pain,   
To the memories, and the whiskey and the songs that become chains. 

‘ Cause I’m sitting here once again with a drinking glass and listenin’
to songs of pain, tears and rain, loneliness and all it brings.
And, if it takes me all night long, I’ll stay in here and drink ‘till dawn.  
‘Til the pain is finally gone and her memory leaves
So when the band takes requests, they know the words that I’ll say next 
are “Give me one more whiskey and another whiskey song.”
Another whiskey song.  Another whiskey song.

All music and lyrics copyright 2024 by Brad Williams and David Snyder

Another Whiskey Song

Look up, no matter how you feel.  
Look up.  The Lord is with you still.
When things get tough, you feel like giving up, 
remember where your help comes from
And look up, look up to the hills.  
Let the Lord be your strength, your shelter and your shield.
‘Cause the gates of hell will not prevail 
just keep walking in his will, and look up.

When troubled seas surround you and wind blows like a gale,
though the waves will crash, let the lightning flash, 
his promises will not fail.
In the middle of the darkness, you can still walk in the light.
Hold on to hope, you know you’re not alone.   
Walk by faith and not sight, and  

Look up, no matter how you feel.  
Look up.  The Lord is with you still.
When things get tough, you feel like giving up, 
remember where your help comes from.
And look up, look up to the hills.  
Let the Lord be your strength, your shelter and your shield.
‘Cause the gates of hell will not prevail 
just keep walking in his will, and look up.
Yeah, just look up.

So remember that you’re not alone.  
The Lord you serve’s still on the throne
And everything’s in his control.  Rejoice, oh my soul.
And though the battle rages on, the war is already won
Through Jesus Christ, God’s risen son, to whom we belong …  
So, look up.

Look up, no matter how you feels.  
Look up.  The Lord is with you still.
When things get tough, you feel like giving up, 
remember where your help comes from.
And look up, look up to the hills.  
Let the Lord be your strength, your shelter and your shield.
And the gates of hell will not prevail 
when you’re walking in his will.
No, the gates of hell will not prevail 
just keep walking in his will, and look up.
Just look up, oh look up.

Brad Williams

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