A Ray Of Sunshine

Let’s all try to be a ray of sunshine

Why can’t we all get along?

Why must color blind us?

Why can’t we all sing the song?

Let’s all try to be a ray of sunshine

Light'ning the way to a better time

Anybody want to add to this?  Maybe we can get a community sing-along going.  

East Of Tucson

So here I am east of Tucson

After the thrill of life has gone

I don’t really want to be here

Seem to be stuck in reverse gear

I need a drink if I go on

East of Tucson, east of Tucson

On my way to Boot Hill, the devil’s on

Buzzards pickin’ my bones, east of Tucson

So this is what it’s like to die in a God-foresaken place

With a warm breeze a-blowin’ sand in my weather-beaten face

I’m curled up, oh, I can’t go on

East of Tucson, oh, east of Tucson

He comes, the dirty undertaker’s son

To pick me up, east of, east of Tucson

I was buried without my name

Was a token without a game

My grave, rocks with a wooden cross on

East of Tucson, O Lord, east of Tucson

Somewhere Over The Rainbow

Music by Harold Arien; lyrics by Yip Harburg and me

Somewhere over the rainbow

Somewhere, up, up, up, high

There must be a better life for me

So I must say “good bye”

It doesn’t matter what you do

It only matters what is in your heart

Somewhere over the rainbow

Somewhere the days never end

There’s a cool breeze and warm sunshine

For me and you, my friend

It doesn’t matter what you say

It only matters what is in your heart

Somewhere over the rainbow

Somewhere the birds do fly

If birds can make it there

Why o why can’t I?

It doesn’t matter who you are

It only matters what is in your heart

But I Must Go

I close my eyes and clearly see

Um, her 14th b’day party

Laughing, singing, but not for me

I wish her well, but I must go

Memories of the times we shared

In my mind, tho, not really dared

I thought of her a lot and cared

I wish her well, but I must go

I’m ‘bout out of my gas

Time for this soul to pass

Time passes by so slow and fast

Um, are you up to this task?

Will you remember me?  I ask

I wish you well, but I must go

Please Hold My Hand

Please hold my hand when talking to me

Don’t want to slip away, you see

I will hold your hand when talking to you

Don’t want you to slip away, too

My Mom has the most annoying habit of getting up from the supper table when I’m in the middle of a story so that I’m left talking to thin air.  This is what we’ve worked out.  Sooo,if you see me in a restaurant holding my Mom’s hand (or my Dad’s hand) , I not scared of the dark, I’m just trying to communicate.   My Mom -- bless her heart -- does not like for me to talk ’bout her.  She said that the only reason she gets up from the supper table is to wait on my sorry-ass.  That’s not entirely true, tho, she also waits on my Dad’s sorry-ass.  :p

That Good Ol' Diet Mountain Dew

I am certain that I’m going to Heaven

I have a wish or two (or three!)

My hot tub in Heaven shall be filled

With that good ol’ Diet Mountain Dew

I foresee my hot tub in Heaven as being a 20-foot oval with 2 rows of 4 stadium seats at each end.  There will be a 12 -foot diameter stage in the middle with a pole going up to the next cloud.  I think the stage will be covered by 2 or 3 inches of the Dew so that, when the Blonde nurse bends over backwards to dip her ponytail in the Dew, her nose will be out to inflate her FunBags!  :D

My ‘69 Charger runs so fine and fast

Those who challenge her are few

Vroom, vroom, vroom when her tank is full

Of that good ol’ Diet Mountain Dew