Songs that have music, but that I've never gotten around to recording.
All our
lives, all our lives
We're
making movements and sounds never recognized
For
what they are or what they could be
All our
lives we live so thoughtlessly
I had a
woman, Lord, she was a good one
Loved
me so well that I could not complain
Now
she's gone and I have to wonder
Was it
something that I said or did that I did not mean
I had a
friend, Lord, he was a good one
Listened so well when I needed an ear
Now
he's gone and I have to wonder
Why do
I talk so much when I cannot hear
I got
my life, Lord, it's such a good one
Never
worry 'bout nothing, just moving along
Someday
I'll be gone and I have to wonder
If
everything went so right, why did it seem so wrong
©
1980 Chuck Puckett
What if what is needed isn’t really what you
need?
What if you’ve conceded things you never should concede?
How can you tell when you’ve been told that none of it is true?
How do you know who’s really you?
What decisions are the ones you really should decide?
What if you’ve relied on people who have only lied?
Which direction can you take and know it is correct?
What’s the truth that you need to detect?
The world is dark, the path is hard to see
It sometimes feels there’s a huge conspiracy
A web of traps that leads you to your doom
There’s no escape, no way out of the room
That it won’t matter, anything you do
And you’re not even sure you’re really you
Where are all the people who started with you on the road?
What if the weight you’re bearing isn’t meant to be your load?
How can you choose when the choices all look the very same?
What’s at stake when you play this game?
Why should you think tomorrow might be better than today?
Might the odds be better if you decided not to play?
Might be there’s an answer, but there’s no way you can see
A way to be just who you need to be
© 2016 Chuck Puckett
It was Saturday night and we were
going out to dance
I was ready to roll, but my baby didn't give me a chance
She was still in curlers at a quarter to eight
She knows how much I hate to be late
I said, "You might be surprised when you look up
I might be here and I might not
'Cause if you're waitin on me, you're backing up."
Listen to me, baby, 'cause you know that I'm no fool
At least when it comes to waiting around on you
You're driving me crazy getting ready to go
I was ready two hours ago
Now don't look back and don't look up
I might be here and I might not
'Cause if you're waitin on me, you're backing up
We don't need a stopwatch
We don't need to know
I'm gonna stop watching
'Cause I'm ready to go
You know, I love you, woman, but there's one thing I gotta say
The last thing we need is another one of your delays
Come rain or shine I'm waiting on you
Come to think about it, waiting is all I do
I got a jalapeno sweat and I'm ready to jump
If you don't get movin you'll be outta luck
'Cause if you're waitin on me, you're backing up
We don't need a stopwatch
We don't need a clock
I'm gonna stop watching
Now I'm ready to rock, ready to rock
Come Sunday morning and you're talking 'bout going to church
But you lost an earring and now you're starting to search
I'm standing here in my Sunday best
You ain't even started to get dressed
Too late for heaven, Lord, your time is up
I might see you there and I might not
'Cause if you're waitin on me, you're backing up
If you're waitin on me, you're backing up
© 1990 Chuck Puckett
Between the two of
us I don't think it will work out
I guess I'm tired of trying and you are too,
no doubt
Can it be as bad as the feeling when we fuss
This thing called love is sad between the two
of us
We stop talking like we do all the time
Yeah, we're walking close to the line
I make gestures so you don't walk out the
door
But I make sure I don't go overboard
No denying that I want to be free
But I ain't trying as hard as I could be
Guess it's clever waiting for the break
Won't I ever figure my mistake
You, you're quiet, thinking all the time
Don't deny it, you're tired of all my lines
It's not easy, no one said that it would be
Can't it please be over, just tell me
© 1990 Chuck Puckett
Held together by a common thread
And the knowledge of a life well led
Running hard never slowing down
Out of breath on shifting ground
With a sense of impending dread
Never sure that we'll be found
Listening for a quiet voice
Knowing we must make a choice
All alone in a crowded hall
Hearing a mournful call
Holding hands to leap across
We may fly but we could fall
Is surrender to say “I believe?”
Do we need to know every detail
Is it the nature of God to deceive
Should we try when the odds are we
fail
Stare into the eyes of the abyss
Hold tight and share one last kiss
And leap into the void
Leap
into the void
We may never be self-aware
But at least we still try to share
We may never ever see the end
But at least I can call you friend
And everything we’ve ever dared
Was worth what we had to spend
©
2018 Chuck Puckett
I’m gonna cry a little
bit for you
I guess that’s all
that I can do
If you think about it
some, you will agree
(That) I should cry a
little bit for you
‘Cause that’s all that
I’m gonna do
I’m sure that’s more
than you would do for me
You have always had a
way with your tears
I’ve seen you cry ‘em
right into your beer
But when you’re
crying, all the while
You look just like a
crocodile
I'd rather face most
anyplace but here
I hate to see those
teardrops on your face
‘Cause I hate to see
good acting go to waste
There’s an Oscar
somewhere with your name
Just waiting there for
you to claim
What
tears in your eyes? Not a trace!
A man don’t need a
roadmap just to find
The pathway to a
little peace of mind
There’s a trail of
tears, plain to see
Most of them came
outta me
It’s plain to see
who’s done all the cryin’
Well, now my tears are
gone, my eyes are dry
It ain’t too hard to
see the reason why
Yeah, I could cry a
little bit
But mainly I got over
it
And who cares if I
tell a little lie?
© 1997
Chuck Puckett
Don’t this road seem long to you
Like we’ve been traveling since the dawn of man
Don’t it feel like we should get somewhere
Instead of sinking in this windy sand
I hate to complain, but it’s plain to see
That we ain’t getting anywhere
It was simple when we started out
Now I really wish we were still back there
How far are we from heaven?
How close are we to hell?
How soon will we get there
And how do we tell
If we’ve made it to the station
If the train is pulling in
How far do we have to go
Until we get to the end
I could use a drink of water
Something to quench this bone-dry thirst
But there ain’t no water nowhere
This forsaken land has surely been cursed
Is that a sign there up ahead
Does it say where the hell we are?
Is there anybody here at all
Who has a clue about just how far?
The Fisher King has abandoned us
With no excuse in a world of doubt
In a wasteland that’s so empty
There’s not a hope and no way out
And nothing left but keeping on
© 2020 Chuck Puckett
All the people in Toledo
They don't care about their luck
The stuff just keeps a-changing from bad to worse
All the bad men in the ghetto
When it comes their time to truck
Don't forget what will be turning back the curse
In Mobile, they get hostile
When you take away the heat
The lovers are just loving to get it on
And in Louie they just wait awhile
'Till they can feel the beat
The moving and the shoving gonna carry them along
Those dancing fools
With their feet all on fire
And their heads way up yonder in the clouds
They can't be fooled
By no high-tone music liar
But they love that rocking guitar
And they dig that driving drum
And they become dancing fools
When you turn it up loud
All the jokers down in Jacksonville
When the summer sits down hot
Don't forget to play the rhythm hard all night
Their brothers in those Kentucky hills
Would rather juke than not
Moonshine liquor let's 'em see the light
From the Atlantic to the Gulf
To the Rocky Mountain peaks
To the blue Pacific you will find
That our midnight feet are hanging tough
And our bodies bounce the beat
If there ain't no way to shake it you lose your mind
Copyright 1980 Chuck
Puckett
The players are all equal as they sit around the board
Their faces poker faces, they are of one accord
I sit and watch them silently but would not think to play
I know no rules, but watch a lot, it's easier that way
Watchers watching pots to boil will wait a long, long while
And watchers watching games like this will smile their secret
smiles
While smiling mine I chanced to see a lady at the game
And suddenly the watching stopped and I stepped into play
My battle pieces stood like kings their armor shiny bright
My moves were very masterful: we played into the night
I wished the lady and myself alone upon the board
Where we might speak outside the game and say what we played for
But now the curiosity of this game came to light:
It made no difference how we played, no moves would come out
right
Our pieces felt like leaden weights, our feet were made of clay
And then I finally understood, it'd always be that way
So raising up my eyes from the board and what lay there
I tried to catch the lady's eyes, I only saw her hair
All eyes were welded to the board, to this eternal lie
I picked my pawn up from the board and threw it to the sky,
Just threw it in the sky
Now the lady and the players finally looked me in the face
But only for a moment, only for a space
Then they turned back to the table, though the lady smiled a
smile
They sat and waited for my move, would I go the final mile?
You see, I am not a coward, and I'm surely not a saint
But when you put the makeup on you can't scrape off the paint
When you sit down at the table for the gamble or for love,
Don't plan to get back up again, just keep on making moves
So I picked the piece back up, Placed it squarely on the board
And wondered at the playing rules and why I never scored
A gambit here, a false move there, a gamble every way
I must convince myself somehow that it's worth it all to play
© 1992 Chuck
Puckett
Sitting and thinking about my dying
Should have something better to occupy my time with
But since it's with me and I'm not blind
Better say a few words one last time about death
Resolution and discover
Turn in this deck for another one more chance
Bring the darkness, bring a candle
I think everybody here has got the handle
Please, let's dance
When it's time for me to go, please dance
Everybody that I know, please dance
One last rock and row, row me to the other show
Just once more, let's dance
Young Michael, he was not too proud
He didn't know better than to shout out loud when leaving
A poet, a pauper, an artist-angel
He sang with life, if he didn't sing well. well, no grieving
I'd like the same, it really matters
When this clay gives up its chatter, to silence
If all of you who call me friend
Would pick right up, right there at the end
Please, just dance
When it's time for me to go, please dance
Everybody that I know, please dance
One last rock and row, row me to the other shore
Like the time before, let's dance
When I'm due to catch the train, we'll dance
On the platform, in the sun and rain, we'll dance
We'll all be back again, we've never been alone
Rhythm's in our bones, let's dance
When it's just about my time, please dance
You know that I'm gonna dance
Dancing down inside my soul, always makes me whole
Let the good times roll, and dance
Don't forget to bring the wine, please dance
Hope that you can find the time, please dance
We'll dance right to the other side, row me right across
Never will get lost if we dance
Copyright 1991
Chuck Puckett
From a voice that was filled with pain
As I turned to see someone ran from me,
A shape left traces in the rain
There were clouds above and a white winged dove,
A frown on the face of the sky
The bird drew near like it had no fear,
Like it never had to wonder why
Rain came down and it fell all around,
There was something wrong in the the wind
The dove came back, it had been off track
When the voices cried out again
I'm sure this dream always seems
To come on the festival days
What I think I hear isn't always clear
But it really doesn't matter anyway
The young ones feel that it's all unreal,
They've been made to live in a lie
In their deepest soul they'd be whole
If they ever had a reason why
A midnight shake is all it takes
If you want to get away by dawn
Gotta fly too high, burn in the sky
If you want to hear the song that’s sung
The wheels roll on to the setting sun
Where the white bird's shadow falls
The voice still sings and the joy it brings
Is the sound of the white bird's call
The crying voice leaves no choice,
There are paths that lead you astray
If you stay on course it won't get worse
But it really doesn't matter anyway
Old men cry for times gone by
That the young ones never understand
So they lose their past in a whiskey glass
Where they can't feel the flowing of the sand
If it all came back it'd be etched in black
And very difficult to see
Where the white doves fly and the voices cry
And it all comes very clear to me
These are dangerous times and dangerous climes
Where we sit and gaze at the stars
A callous heart will do for a start
It'll get you by in the bars
Where the women sigh when their babies cry
And the men don't know what to say
They just give it hell and do it well,
'Cause it really doesn't matter anyway
© 2020 Chuck
Puckett
Do what you will, for that is the law.
Do what you will, do what you will
Do what you will, for that is the law
You might not be secure
You might not be awake
You might not yet be sure
Of what road you will take
If that’s the bug that bites
If that’s the point to match
Don’t turn out the lights
But don’t forget the catch
Don’t think about the past
‘Cause it’s already done
Don’t hope that things will last
What will come will come
Don’t worry ‘bout your pride
Or what you hear ‘em say
There’s only this one ride
You only get today
Got a place to be
Or something that you hope?
If you’re falling free
You can’t run out of rope
Don’t dwell on how or when
Or why or what or who
Forget about the sin
Just do what you should do
© 1994 Chuck Puckett
I get the feeling on the mountain
I get the highest on the hill
I get the feeling on the mountain
There's a spirit there my soul will never kill
There's a spirit there my soul will never kill
It gives me peace in the valley
Remembering that cold mountain high
It gives me peace in the valley
Sometimes I know I lose my mind
Sometimes I know I lose my mind
Walking through the pines on the hillside
Listening to the stories that they tell
I've been walking through the pines on the hillside
With the wind roaming 'round in the dell
And the air just as clear as a bell
Calling me back to the hillside
Back to the land of my birth
I hear 'em calling me back to the hillside
I can find it all in that earth
I can find it all in that earth
I get the feeling on the mountain
I get the highest on the hill
I get the feeling on the mountain
There's a spirit there my soul will never kill
There's a spirit there my soul will never kill
© 1980 Chuck Puckett
This place looks weird
Like it's upside down
Like it's much too near
The wrong part of town
I cannot say
How I got here
But I cannot stay
I need another beer
Find out where I am
And call me back
I've been walking in sand
Covering up my tracks
Find out where I'm going
And where I've been
If I didn't get through it yet
Must I go again?
I got a little bit lost,
Can't you cut me some slack?
Just find out where I am
And call me back
I do not know
Not a single face
Why did I go
To this kind of place?
I feel all alone
I should see a shrink
Call me on the phone
I need another drink
Might be that I got just a little too gone
Started out all right but something sure went wrong
Now I'm some place I sure don't need to be
I wish there was some way
You could come find me
I'm a little scared
Things are looking black
If you really cared
You would call me back
I'm on the town
Probably in some bar
Could you track me down?
It can’t be very far.
©2004 Chuck Puckett
She stands upon the mountain
Till the evening sun goes down
Then she kneels at the fountain
Where she pulls out her crown
The crown is moonlight silver
And she softly says her prayers
Then she dives into the river
And flies into the air
Fiona, shown her, known her
Forever
Name her, blame her, tame her
Not ever
Fiona, flying angel
Flown down the hill
Fiona meets a stranger
And her heart is never still
Dancing in the moonlight
As the men with hungry eyes
Follow when her midnight
Dress flows flaming to the skies
Naked, never knowing
If the sun or stars are there
And when the storm starts growing
Fiona will not care
Fiona, they all love you
As they take away your crown
Put no one above you
As they topple to the ground
It opens to the hell-fire
Burning bright and burning clean
Demons dancing on the pyre
Fiona dreams her dream
© 1980 Chuck Puckett
I've misunderstood
Every single thing you ever said to me
For the common good
Could you please repeat it all again for me
Oh, I finally see
What you meant when you said you were leaving me
You meant you were leaving me
Oh, I
see
Always lived in doubt
Never really had the time to figure out
What you're all about
Please give me a hint so I can figure out
What you want to do
I don't think you want to leave, it can't be true
Oh, you mean you really do
So,
it's true
Can you tell me
Something that I really need to know
Can’t you help me
I'm
so lost in a deep hole
Never got it right
Exactly what it is that you want from me
Now I see the light
Looking at your face I get it finally
You just want my love
You just want me to love you the way that you
You
love me
Can you tell me
Anything I really need to know
Can’t you help me
I'm
so lost in a deep hole
Never got it right
Exactly what it is that you want from me
Now I see the light
Looking at your face I get it finally
You just want my love
You just want me to love you the way that you
You
love me, you love me, you love me
© 1989 Chuck Puckett
Standing on the corner
Like nobody's fool
Name of Raymond Jack
The kingest of the cool
Looking for adventure
Looking for a fight
Looking for some love
To stay with him tonight
Hello Raymond Jack
Hello Raymond Jack
Don't you cut no slack
For the mighty Raymond Jack
When the day is done
The evening sun goes down
The music's turning up
There's dancing in the crowd
In walks Raymond Jack
With danger in his eyes
Don't give him no trouble
Don't tell him no lies
In walks Betty Boop
Looking mighty fine
Raymond knows the best
Offers her some wine
Soon they start to dancing
Putting on a show
Then they start to talking
Then it's time to go
Now, listen Raymond Jack
Don't you think it's time
You learned about your life
You laid it on the line
But Jack says' "Not today,
Not ever, not at all
I'm doing what I want
Ain't looking for to fall"
© 1980 Chuck Puckett
I don't
know, sometimes it seems so crazy
Everything you do gonna come back to you
Everything you do, it seems so crazy
Everything you do shining through you
Don't
know what I'm feeling, I can't be sure
Don't
know what I'm feeling, I wish it was pure
Want to
get a little handle to what's going down
But I
don't get a good feeling
When I come into town
Blind
rage, early morning daze
Worship
the sun all alone on the solstice day
Everything's okay, all my cards are all gone
I'd
like to stay, think I got it all wrong
(Don't
know what I do, but it can't be wrong)
Coming
here, Lord, and I'm feeling so bad
Coming
here, and you know I've never been had
Coming
here, Lord, and I don't wanna be alone
Everything I will do when I come back
home
Blessed
lie, don't ask me why
The sun
comes up over the Stone it's a Solstice day
Like to
get it straight, all my rights are all wrong
Like to
get away, think I waited too long
Don't
you be no hopeless man
Do
everything the best you can
Don't
be no problem in your time
Gotta get back when you raise your prime
With a
hope that springs eternal now
With
the morning beaming down on me
I don't
care anything anyhow
Just hoping for a little bit of sympathy
© 1980 Chuck Puckett
In a
world of complications
Try to
hold to what you know
Tired
of insinuations and unclear destinations
Of
people saying things you know are just not so
When
the lines begin to blur
And the
picture starts to fade
You
need a way you can be sure
Of the
choices you have made
There’s
so much to confuse you in your youth
It’s a good idea to start with simple
truths
Peace
instead of war
Share
with those who need
Keep
your family first in mind
No good
can come from greed
Try to
help instead of hurt
Every
man’s your brother
Make do
with what you’ve got
‘Cause
you just don’t need a lot
And most of all, love one another
Grace
outlives revenge
Every
victory has a cost
Question everything
You’re
never found until you’re lost
Keep
your friends close to your heart
Try to
listen to each other
When
the words get in the way
And you
don’t know what to say
Remember this: love one another
Say
just what you mean
And
there’s no need to shout
Keep
your hands and faces clean
Every
lie will be found out
It
never hurts to pray
When
you do you might discover
That
your soul was meant for bliss
And the
simple truth is this:
Most of all: love one another
I don’t care that I don’t know
I don’t know which way it goes
Which way it goes don’t mean a thing
Even if it’s got that swing
Even if it swings a lot
I don’t care ‘bout what it’s got
It could run from here to there
Let it run ‘cause I don’t care
I don’t care to
Worry ‘bout what I don’t know
It’s easy come and quick to go
I don’t care to
Fret about what I can’t change
Nothing ever stays the same
Wait a while and looky there
It’s something new but I don’t care
If you see that little dot
Dart across the parking lot
Don’t you chase that little dot
If you caught it, then so what?
Chasing after rainbow gold
After while gets mighty old
That gold ain’t going anywhere
And if it did well I don’t care
©
2016 Chuck Puckett
I may feel like crap
But I don't sound like
that
Let me take a new
breath
I'm warmed over death
I don't mind going and
I don’t mind leaving
And I don't mind
growing and I don't mind grieving
And I don't mind
giving and I don't mind trying
And I don't mind
living and I don't mind dying
It's all been done for
me
It's done for me, it's
all been done for me
Everything is done for
me, so I am done for
I may feel like crap
But I don't seem like
that
Let me take a new
breath
I'm warmed over death
I don't mind running
and I don’t mind walking
And I don't mind
humming and I don't mind talking
And I don't mind
sinning and I don't mind choosing
And I don't mind
winning and I don't mind losing
Everything's come up
roses for me, roses for me
Everything's come up
roses for me, roses over me
Roses right on top of
me
And I don't mind
breathing and I don't mind dying
And I don't mind
grieving and I don't mind lying
And I don't mind
finding that I'm not okay and
I don't mind minding
but I'm not obeying
And I don't mind
stuffing and I don't mind frying
And I don't need
nothing so I don't mind dying
But I'm dying here
Look at me, I'm dying
here
I may feel like crap
But I don't seem like
that
Let me take a new
breath
I'm warmed over death
I may feel like crap
But I don't seem like
that
©
2000 Chuck Puckett
It’s a jewel by the river
Left by the swirling foam
Washing oh so gentle on the shore
Give praise to the Giver
For the harvest coming home
Growing through the red dirt floor
She dances with her suitors
‘Neath the torches shining bright
And it seemed the song would never, ever end
But the thieving Yankee looters
Came howling in the night
They took the only thing she trusted in
Bless your soul, my little darling daughter
I swear you’ll won’t go hungry, not again
They burned down Atlanta,
But they stopped when they saw Savannah
It’s up to you to build it all again
It’s up to you to build it all again
Like a stone-eyed eagle
She stood there in the dark
In the shadows of a lonesome, dying fire
The Yankees made the whole thing legal
And then they stole the spark
They stole the flame that drove her heart's desire
(she said) “I’ll think about it tomorrow”
Haul that child in tow
Travel a little down further south
Taking nothing for the sorrow
She pays back what she owes
Ain't never gonna live from hand to mouth
The old man died last autumn
I guess he went insane
With every damn thing gone but the hurt
The kids remembered what he’d taught ‘em
That what was flowing in their veins
Was blood made outta red clay dusty dirt
Carve the granite gravestone
Let it lie secure
Place it squarely just above his old head
We can’t let him lie alone
And come next spring for sure
We’ll plant cotton where the old man fell down dead
© 1993 Chuck Puckett
Beware
the rising tide of love
Beating
in your breast
Ne'er
will leave you all your life
Bring
painful happiness
Bring
painful happiness
I'll
not beware the rising tide
Of love
inside my breast
For
life without the pain of love
Is full
of hopelessness
Is full of hopelessness
Beware
that ring of gold you wear
So
pretty on your hand
'Twill
bind you to your promises
And all
your love demands
And all
your love demands
I'll
not beware this ring of gold
My
finger fits it well
To not
be bound by bond so strong
Would
leave an empty shell
Make me an empty shell
Beware
your passion growing old
As
weary you may be
Your
passion's but a dying rose
With
thorns so bittersweet
With
thorns so bittersweet
I'll(We'll) not beware this passion rose
Which
dies so bittersweet
My love
is here and now with me
Through
all eternity
Through all eternity
Beware
your passion growing cold
A
candle's dying gleam
Will
make the dark seem darker still
To've
felt that burning beam
I'll
not beware our growing old
When
passion finally dies
My love
is here and now with me
With
her(him) my future lies
With her(him) my future lies
© 1991 Chuck Puckett
To the great unknown, to the great abyss
To the great unknown, Honey, how about this?
To the great unknown, what's it all about?
To the great unknown, try to figure it out
To the great unknown, cross the Great Divide
Is your cover blown? Are you on the right side?
Can you get it up? Does it bring you down?
Better pass the cup, better toss the crown.
If the way is dim you can light a match
You can sing a hymn, you can bolt the iron latch
If a stranger calls you can call his name
You can climb the walls, you can pass the blame
When your time is through you can stop the clock
When your ticket's due you can hear the knock
You can raise some Cain, you can lose the draw
Guess it's all the same when you pick the last straw
When your time is done you can stop the clocks
You can have some fun, you can break the locks
You can raise some Cain, you can raise the roof
If you go insane they gotta show proof
© 1990 Chuck Puckett
I wish I was a newborn baby
I wish I was a helpless child
From my home I never would wander
My life has grown so wild, so wild
I have known the paths of sorrow
I have been on the roads of woe
But I'll not linger past tomorrow
Down that road I surely must go
Lord, do not take me from these pastures
From these fields don't let me stray
There's not a lot that really matters
But here's the place I'd rather stay
Beside the cool, clear river water
I lay my head and close my eyes
I see my mother and my father
Waiting on the other side
© 1980 Chuck Puckett
Beat
them with the truth
‘Til
they bleed their cleansing blood
Hit
them where it hurts
It can
only do them good
It’s
real easy to be strong
If
you’re so sure that you are right
When
you know you can’t be wrong
There’s
no need to be contrite
When they’re wrong, they don’t belong
Think
it’s easy knowing everything?
To be
certain what is so?
With an
inside track on good and bad,
Always
know which way to go?
Well,
it’s a burden on my soul, my friend
To
carry ‘round this sword
And
beat the heads of stubborn fools
Who
cannot hear the Word
No, I will not be ignored
You
must whip the horse’s eyes
When
they cannot see the road
Break
the oxen’s back
When
they can’t bear the load
All
extremes are justified
If you
defend a righteous cause
So
don’t think I even tried
To obey
their stupid laws
Some people died, I will not hide
Maybe
some folks will not have the strength
To do
what must be done
Well
some folks do, and some folks will
There’s
a war that must be won
Something’s eating at my soul,
Taking
way my guiding light
And I
may not know just who it is
Or why
they want to accomplish this
But that’s no reason not to fight
Gotta
shoot the ones who argue
Strike
them down who disagree
Lash
out at those who are not you
Until
they act like me
When you own the truth, that’s what you
do
Mama, sing me
a song
Let me sleep in ya'll's bed
Mama, what's going on
I'm scared inside my head
Mama, tell me a story
So I can go to sleep
I'm just a little girl
And it's such a scary world
Let’s pray the Lord
He'll have my soul to keep
Mama, why is there war?
That's all they talk about
Mama, what's the fighting for?
Why do they scream and shout?
Mama, tell me a story
Like you do most every night
I wish things weren't so loud
All those bright lights in the clouds
Let's close our eyes
Let's please don't watch them fight
Mama, can they hurt us here?
Please hold me very tight
Mama, is the war as near
As it seems to be tonight?
Mama, sing me a song
'Bout rainbows in the sky
Please hold us in your arms
And keep us safe and warm
Oh, Mama,
I'm sorry I made you cry
I really didn't mean to make you cry
©
1991 Charles Puckett