What is home to me
Maroon and white are the colors that I see
The New York City skyline in the distance
That is home to me

The town I used to live in
At the top of Monroe Street
Magic Fountain and Drapkins
Breakfast at the Daily Treat

The children out at Willard
The Warner Quad marquis
A train chugging from Village Station
That is home to me

The place I used to play in
With the same friends before MTV
Now we’ve laughed and cried through a lifetime
That is home to me

Sealfons down on Main Street
Bobby Naps for ski
A summer swim in Graydon
That is home to me

The things I’ve lived in my town
The big things and the small
The corner store near Midland Park
And Root 17 to the mall

The graduation on the football field
The laughter and the tears
And the lives that′s we’ve been living
For more than forty years

The town I used to live in
The street, the house, the room
The July 4th parade and fireworks
The Concorde’s sonic boom

Ben Franklin or GW
The Twin Tower’s lights I see
A Christmas tree and duck pond
That is home to me

Home To Me

You got off work on a Friday night
A lousy week but you’ll be alright
You ain’t in the mood to go downtown
I can feel my smile boy turn into a frown
Tonight’s our date night but you’re just too tired
Your lousy job’s got you uninspired

You say you just got the couch and some sleep on your mind
But in these jeans, boy you know I’m looking so fine

CHORUS

Might be a good time to be a bad girl
Maybe drive you crazy when I make my dress twirl
I think it’s a good time to be a bad girl
Maybe do those things I do to make your toes curl
So we jump in the truck head to some old gin mill
You say you don’t wanna dance and you just wanna chill
A couple a drinks loosens up the mood
A dollar in the juke and go get us some food
That song of ours blasts out of that box
You call me your smoke show I’m a total fox
I hit the dance floor and I finger you over
You got no chance boy you better run for cover

CHORUS

Might be a good time to be a bad girl
The straw between my red lips make my margarita swirl
I think it’s a good time to be a bad girl
Maybe do those things I do to make your toes curl
The bar is closing but the night is ‘bout to begin
I jump in the truck with a mischievous grin
Press your Hey Dudes on the gas and we fly out of town
If it goes your way it’s about to go down
Up on the front porch you lean in for a kiss
But I turn away boy it’s a swing and a miss
Then I grab your hand and lead you up the stairs
I think the good Lord ‘bout to answers some of your prayers
Might be a good time for me to be a bad girl
Throw away my Sunday learnin like I heard from ol’ Merle

Yes it’s a good time to be a bad girl
Gonna do those things I do to make your toes curl
Might be a good time, good time
Good time, good time
Might be a good time
To be a bad girl

Good time to be a bad girl

The Lord’s day in Colorado
Balloons float in the sky of blue
The foothills of the Rockies
Are starting to show through

A couple rabbits bounce around
I named one of them Jack
Coyotes looking for breakfast
Or maybe for a snack

Sunday sunflowers
Seven standing tall
There could be an eighth one
I think I’m feeling Fall

The Flat irons are peeking out of the fog
From an early morning Boulder rain
The air’s snapping like a turtle
I got football on my brain

I think I see Mt. Evans 
It’s got a new name now
At least Longs Peak still looms above
To her majesty I bow

Sunday sunflowers
Seven standing tall
There could be an eighth one
I think I’m feeling Fall

An eagle soars high overhead
Makes me proud to be American
A rooster crows in the distance
It’s right on time but man it’s 6:00 a.m.

Bales of hay sit in the field
A tractor rusts alone
The yellow barn and picket fence
The geese have up and flown

Sunday sunflowers
Seven standing tall
There could be an eighth one
I think I’m feeling Fall

Thirteen years in the Centennial State
Life’s been good on Mountain Time
But thirteen years might be long enough
Like them flowers I’m past my prime

I’ll miss the top down on the ol’ Jeep
T-Rex blasting to the sky
Like those sunflowers it’s time to be leaving
Goodbye Rocky Mountain High

Sunday sunflowers
Seven standing tall
There could be an eighth one
I think I’m feeling Fall

Sunday Sunflower

Connecticut

Been saving my whole life
Still don’t know what for
Might have won the battle
I’m afraid to lose the war

Drive a twelve year old Jeep
Can’t open one door
Guess I’m just trying to be
The millionaire next door

﻿Broker says I got twenty mil
But I got holes in my shoes
I guess I got a case of those
Rich man’s blues

Get my new clothes from Walmart
To reach my financial goals
Sometimes I spend more
And go shopping at Kohls

A two for one special 
I can spot from a mile
All this money in the bank 
Seems I’d muster a smile

Broker says I got twenty mil
But I got holes in my shoes
I guess I got a case of those
Rich man’s blues

Guess I’m gonna leave it
To the kids or charity 
Maybe buy a dog
That’d make me happy

Fancy car or a sailboat 
Nope, that ain’t my style 
Maybe be buried with my money
Put in one giant pile

Broker says I got twenty mil
But I got holes in my shoes
I guess I got a case of those
Rich man’s blues

You can’t take it with you
That’s what they all say
But I’d rather feel better
When a rainy day comes my way

Seems like all of my dreams
Are somehow within reach
So maybe I’ll spend a little
Get a house near the beach

Broker says I got twenty mil
But I got holes in my shoes
I guess I got a case of those
Rich man’s blues

The rich man’s blues
The rich man’s blues
Maybe I’ll patch up
Them holes in my shoes

Rich Man’s Blues

Tequila Tidal Wave

Landed at Heathrow at eight in the morning
Headed towards Marleybone
Straight away into a favorite place
See the pub is like home

No stools to be found
The boozers all standing
I’m drinking me pints
Just two hours after landing

Today I’m at a Greene Kings
Tomorrow a Punch
Oh how I love pub life
I’m pissed before lunch

The golden taps call me
The publican’s pouring
Telling tall tales ‘bout his club
As the lads start the scoring

The Telly is blasting
The football and the darts
There’s a crowd of lads outside
What time does this all start?

Today I’m at a Greene Kings
Tomorrow a Punch
Oh how I love pub life
I’m pissed before lunch

They’ve all got the best names
With a king or a crown
Royal, rose or lion
You’ll find in this town

There’s lads more than birds
Seems at least three to one
Black puffers white trainers
On almost every one

I’ve been here all day
I don’t like to boast
A dozen or so pints
Think I’ll stay for Sunday roast

Today I’m at a Greene Kings
Tomorrow a Punch
Oh how I love pub life
I’m pissed before lunch

Pub Life

Gonna eat my way around London
The weather feels quite nippy
Find my way to Mayfair take a look around
For a right proper chippy

Bangers and mash are also calling my name
Maybe a bubble and speak
I think I got a few minutes
Head to Borough Market for a peak

Riding on the jubilee line
Gonna get off at London bridge
I think I got ten minutes 
For a sausage roll at the ginger pig

Maybe a Scotch Egg
Or a toad in the hole
It’s gotta be cheap
Since I’ve been on the dole

The train has stalled oh bollocks
I should have grabbed the Northern instead
Let’s go train operator get moving
This lad has gotta be fed

Riding on the jubilee line
Gonna get off at London bridge
I think I got ten minutes 
For a sausage roll at the ginger pig

What a thing this sausage roll is
Can’t think of anything better
The grease runs down my hand
And gets all over my sweater

Make my way back to the Tube
I look I’m in a hurry
Already have dinner on my mind
Think I’ll grab a curry

No money I wonder how I’m gonna eat
It might be time for me to rob
But I find twenty quid on the side of the road
Going for a kebab

Riding on the jubilee line
Gonna get off at London bridge
I think I got ten minutes 
For a sausage roll at the ginger pig

Ginger Pig

Can’t go racing in the street
Gas prices too damn high
Working two dead end jobs
Just to get by

This lucky town ain’t feeling
Lucky no more
Everything’s not alright
Down the Jersey shore

There ain’t no work in this economy
Whatever happened to that factory?
Times are too tough, it’s all gone wrong
I might be living in a Springsteen song

Late again to my lousy job
Another wreck on Route Nine
Might head up to Mahwah
For some tanqueray and wine

50 years old
Already one heart attack
Looks like I’ll never get myself
That Pink Cadillac

There ain’t no work in this economy
Whatever happened to that factory?
Times are too tough, it’s all gone wrong
I might be living in a Springsteen song

Might give up the fight
I’m on the outside looking in
Think I’m headed for trouble
Think I’m about to pay wages of sin

Someone pressed bee fifty two
Bombed me with the blues
When’s my big payback
I’m long overdue

Ready to do things now
That would have made me shiver
Gonna meet a guy
Across the river

There ain’t no work in this economy
Whatever happened to that factory?
Times are too tough, it’s all gone wrong
I might be living in a Springsteen song

I wanna get that feeling
But try as I might
No matter what I do
There ain’t no spirit in the night

Think my glory days are over
This ride got dark
The promise was broken
Goodbye from Asbury Park

There ain’t no work in this economy
Whatever happened to that factory?
Times are too tough, it’s all gone wrong
I might be living in a Springsteen song
Living in a Springsteen song
Living in a Springsteen song

Living In A Springsteen Song

Ain’t no better feeling
Than seeing Fenway green 
Light towers rise high above
I love the Old Town Team

A first inning sox Homer 
Gets the faithful to their feet
The Pesky Pole rises high
I think I see the red seat

The legends that have played here
Teddy, Yaz and Rice
So many ringless legends
But this century’s been nice

Ain’t no better feeling
Than seeing Fenway green 
Stanchions rising high above
I love the Old Town Team

See there was one night in October 
Back in twenty oh four
Robert’s swiped second
Then came round to score

Big Papi in extra innings
Extra innings the next night too
Bye bye bambino
The curse was finally through

Ain’t no better feeling
Than seeing Fenway green 
Stanchions rising high above
I love the Old Town Team
I love the Old Town Team
I might bleed Fenway green

Fenway Green

In my day we did shit
That made us more tough
Fistfights in the playground
We did everything rough
Outside until darkness
Better be in when Dad calls
No allergies to gluten
Hung out in the malls
Back in my prime Did things that you wouldn’t fathom
So put on some Bob Seger
And other Dad anthems
Road in the back of a pickup
What the fuck’s a seat belt
Parents didn’t give a shit
Just the cards I’d been dealt
Kegs in the backseat
While driving the car
Fake identification
To get in the bar
Football in the street
Tackled on some asphalt
Mom would be pissed
Might of been a minor assault
Back in my prime 
Did things that you wouldn’t fathom
So put on some Springsteen
And other Dad anthems
Firework wars and dodgeball
Good times weren’t so good
But I look back at ‘em now
I wish I’d understood
I lived a carefree life
Doing things I couldn’t mention
But I learned life the hard way
Before Instagram’s invention
Back in my prime
Did things that you wouldn’t fathom
So put on some Cheap Trick
And other Dad anthems
I got on my Hey Dude
Kid calls ‘em my weekend drip
What the fuck does that mean
Should give him a fat lip
Back in my prime
Did things that you wouldn’t fathom
So put on some Zeppelin
And other Dad anthems
Play some Dad anthems
Play some Dad anthems
Play me some Creedence
Play me some Cougar
Play me some Skinard
And other Dad anthems

Dad Anthems

Super 70s Sports

Leave me alone
Don’t want to be bothered
Tired of this fucking grind
Done being clobbered

40 years of working
And nothing to show
Never stuck it to the man
Think that I’m gonna blow

Me wife says I’m a misery
But she sticks around
Then she yells from the kitchen
Wakes up half the town

You’re Unsatisfied
Ungrateful
Unaffectionate
Unstable

Fuck off, I tell her
Head down to the pub
I’m sick and tired of being
This old woman’s hub

Grab a pint or ten
With a few local lads
Suddenly we’ve all become
Our fucking Dads

Then I hear her voice calling
She’s in front of the pub
This bloody fucking woman’s
Turned me into a nub

You’re Unsatisfied
Ungrateful
Unaffectionate
Unstable

Yelling at me
Outside the Rose and Crown
She’s letting it all out
For the whole fucking town

Again she lets me have it
I’ve heard it all before
And every time she says it
I just slam the door

I’m seven pints in
But jump in the car
Turns out I didn’t really
Get very far

I’m locked up in a tin can
A sink and a bed
Down the hall I hear her voice
That I dread

You’re Unsatisfied
Ungrateful
Unaffectionate
Unstable

Me lady bails me out
Even gives me a hug
Then she starts to yell again
I sit back with a shrug

We get home to the garage
Nearly to the front door
But this witch of a woman
Has some more in store

You’re Unsatisfied
Ungrateful
Unaffectionate
Unstable

Unstable

Mary Jo got a timeshare
All the guys have lost their hair
I worried tempers gonna flare
This could be a nightmare

I’m headed to the Ozarks
I just passed a trailer park
Next door to a dog park
This trip is filled with question marks

If the alcohol does not flow
One of us could really blow
Someone might kill a sibling
At our Arkansas Thanksgiving

The Memphis nine are seven
Two of them in heaven
At least I hope that’s where they are
How close is the nearest bar

I hope my hubby brought his glock
Here to the shores of Table Rock
Ma’s recipe simmers in the Crock
If this goes well I’ll be in shock

If the alcohol does not flow
One of us could really blow
Someone might kill a sibling
At our Arkansas Thanksgiving

Might escape to a Hot Spring
Maybe try duck hunting
If I hear banjos strumming
You can bet that I’ll be running

If the alcohol does not flow
One of us could really blow
Someone might kill a sibling
At our Arkansas Thanksgiving

Let’s get down to the nitty gritty
If things do turn out shitty
I’ll be at Silver Dollar City
That would be a pity

Dead sibling in the Ozarks
I would be the easy mark
I’ll escape right before dark
Let’s hope the hounds next door don’t bark

I hope they’ll be forgiving
At our Arkansas Thanksgiving

Arkansas Thanksgiving

This is a song for the
Guys and the girls
And for everyone
Around the world

You're gonna dance
You're gonna bop
Don't let the music
Ever stop
Ever stop
Ever stop

Music sings
And music heals
Give us all
All the feels
Something would be
Terribly wrong
If life existed
Without this song

This Hope Song
Can't We Get Along
Can't We All Belong
This is a hope song

Seems like people
Near the end of their rope
Gotta give the people
A lot more hope

People are
The greatest thing
I wanna stand up
Stand up and sing

This Hope Song
Can't We Get Along
Can't We All Belong
This is a hope song

Give me some
More Hope
Can't live without hope
Give me some
More Hope
I think that hope is dope

Gotta play this
Hope Song
Hope Song
Hope Song

Gotta play this
Hope Song
Can't we all
Just Get Along

Brothers and sisters
Misses and Misters
All you A listers
We gotta heal
All these blisters

Give me some
More Hope
Can't live without hope
Give me some
More Hope
I think that hope is dope
And here's a hope song

Hope Song

I had dreams
On the 37th Floor
Looking out over Boston
Don’t have those dreams no more

Thought it’d end different
Wanted it to end well
But these 18 months in the West End
Have been my own hell

Wasn’t supposed to be this way
Was in search of a better day
I just might have overstayed
Dark clouds over Back Bay

I had dreams
On the 37th Floor
Looking out over Boston
Don’t have those dreams no more

Failed in this town before
Maybe something I could restore
Rocked me to my fucking core
Bartender another pour

Should have never come back
Bad decisions I have a knack
Feel my heart begin to crack
Think I’ll hit the road jack

Staring at Logan I watch the planes
They disappear over Jamaica Plain
Headed to Paris or maybe Spain
I think I might be going insane

I had dreams
On the 37th Floor
Looking out over Boston
Don’t have those dreams no more

Could the green line take me out of here
Since the Blue Line’s under constant repair
The Orange Line gets me nowhere
I just want to disappear

Shipping out of Boston tail between my legs
Like Sinatra I went from the brim to the dregs
Get me out of here my mind begs
My head is like a powder keg

It’s over now over Boston
The elevator only goes down
Maybe I’ll no longer drown
Getting out of this town

Dreams died
On the 37th floor

37th Floor

Did Americans finally quit
On each other and this place
I think it’s time we said a prayer
Who’s gonna say grace

Our government no longer serves
Just tweets or it dictates
We’re getting torn apart
In these United States

Policies used against us
Policies to divide
Some people don’t even like it here
Where’s the Patriotic pride

No politician
Really cares about you
Politicians don’t give a crap

Free cheese in the mousetrap

It’s all executive orders
Maybe something ‘bout our borders
The flag now offends
Something people died to defend

Diversity is our strength
At least that’s what we’re told
But it seems a lot of black and brown
Been left out in the cold

No politician
Really cares about you
Politicians don’t give a crap

Free cheese in the mousetrap

Up is down 
What’s wrong is right
Some of our cities
Are a terrible sight

We walk by the homeless
Say everything’s fine
These United States
Are in a decline

The media’s now all twisted
Can’t decide what’s the real truth
Where have you gone DiMaggio
Hell it’s time for Jackie Robinson
Or Babe Ruth

Someone who can unite us
A legend for us all
Don’t think we could agree on a hero
Nobody’d answer the call

No politician
Really cares about you
Politicians don’t give a crap
Free cheese in the mousetrap
Free cheese in the mousetrap
Free cheese in the mousetrap

Cheese In The Mousetrap

In a shocked Motor City
It's looking pretty dreary
But something's happening along Lake Erie
And Joe Blogs has got a theory

It's all Jose and Kwan
And a lights out bullpen, man C'mon
What more could Cleveland have on tap
The annoying Guardians thing
And a whole lot of scrap

Cleveland fans
Keep on enjoying
To the Guardians
Keep being annoying

Guards haven't won since before Joe wore a diaper
And Joe still worships Duane Kiper
Long after Rapid Robert Feller
This club brought more tears than Old Yeller

Their great fans keep on beating the drum
Telling tales of Kenny Lofton
Once had a lineup meant for Cooperstown
But the postseason only brings a frown

Something is happening by the lake
Time we made no mistake
The Guardians could just win it this year
At the thought I just might shed a tear

Cleveland fans
Keep on enjoying
To the Guardians
Keep being annoying

Hey Detroit
At least you got the Lions
But your Tigers lost their roar
There can be no denying

Cleveland fans
Keep on enjoying
For the Guardians
Keep being annoying

It's all Jose and Kwan
And a lights out bullpen, man C'mon
What more could Cleveland have on tap
The annoying Guardians thing
And a whole lot of scrap

Could be all over in a snap
Not this year chap

Cause the Guardians
Got a whole lot of scrap
Got a whole lot of scrap
A whole lot of scrap!

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