Puckett Publishing

Publishing the works of Chuck Puckett since 1999...

Unrecorded Songs

Songs that have music, but that I've never gotten around to recording.

All Our Lives Are You Really You Backing Up
Between the Two Of Us Conjugal Faith Cry A Little Bit For You
How Far Dancing Fools Different Game
Dirge To Dance Really Doesn't Matter Anyway Do What You Will
Feeling On The Mountain Find Out Where I Am Fiona
I've Misunderstood Raymond Jack Seems So Crazy
Simple Truths I Don’t Care I Don't Sound Like It
Tara Beware the Tide of Love To the Great Unknown
I Wish I Was a Newborn Baby Won’t Be Ignored Mama, Sing Me A Song

 

All Our Lives

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

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Are You Really You

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

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Backing Up

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

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Between the Two of Us

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

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Conjugal Faith

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

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Cry A Little Bit For You

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

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How Far

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

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Dancing Fools

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

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Different Game

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

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Dirge To Dance

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

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Really Doesn't Matter Anyway

In a time gone by I heard a cry
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

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Do What You Will

Do what you will, do what you will
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

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Feeling On The Mountain

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

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Find Out Where I Am

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

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Fiona

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

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I've Misunderstood

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

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Raymond Jack

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

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Seems So Crazy

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

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Simple Truths

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

© 2012 Chuck Puckett
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I Don’t Care

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

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I Don't Sound Like It

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

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Tara

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

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Beware the Tide of Love

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

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To the Great Unknown

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

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I Wish I Was a Newborn Baby

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

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Won’t Be Ignored

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

© 2012 Chuck Puckett
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Mama, Sing Me A Song

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

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