Small Town Sundown

“Mom and Pop’s”

JUST A SHORT WAYS OFF THE INTERSTATE
DOWN A TWO-LANE COUNTY ROUTE
THERE'S A PLACE CALLED SMALL TOWN U.S.A.
SLOW DOWN AND COME ON OUT
WE GOT A CAFÉ, ICEHOUSE, FEED AND SEED
AND JOHN DEERE TRACTOR SHOP
AND THEY'RE ALL RUN BY HARD WORKING COUPLES
WE CALL MOM AND POP

AT MOM AND POPS
YOU'LL FEEL RIGHT AT HOME
AT MOM AND POPS
IT'S HAND MADE AND HOMEGROWN
AT MOM AND POPS
YOU'LL FIND A PLACE THAT'S FAMILY OWNED
AND MEET THE TWO WHO BUILT THIS COUNTRY
EVERY TIME YOU STOP
AT MOM AND POP’S MOM AND POP’S

NOW POP'S HANDSHAKE IS ALL YOU NEED
FOR A LIFETIME GUARANTEE
MOM IS BACK IN THE KITCHEN
FIXIN' ALL YOU CAN EAT
THEY AINT JUST MAKING A LIVING
THEIR MAKING A LIFE
AND TRYING TO MAKE A LAST STAND
THIS HEARTLAND MAN AND WIFE

WE CALL MOM AND POP
YOU’LL GET AN HONEST DEAL
AT MOM AND POPS
YOU’LL GET A HOMECOOKED MEAL
AT MOM AND POP’S
YOU’LL KNOW HOW IT FEELS
TO MEET THE TWO WHO BUILT THIS COUNTRY
EVERY TIME YOU STOP
AT MOM AND POP’S

THEY'RE THE SALT OF THE EARTH
THEY'RE THE AMERICAN DREAM
WORKING SUNUP TO SUNDOWN
IN OVERALLS AND JEANS
FILLING PEWS ON SUNDAY MORNING
SINGING THEM OLD TIME HYMNS
THEY'RE DOWNHOME FOLKS AND I'M PROUD TO SAY
THEY'RE MY NEXT OF KIN

SO COME TO MOM AND POP’S
IT'S MADE WITH FAMILY PRIDE
AT MOM AND POPS
THEY'LL FIX IT UNTIL IT'S RIGHT
AT MOM AND POP’S
YOU'LL GET SOMETHING YOU CAN'T BUY
FROM THE TWO WHO BUILT THIS COUNTRY
EVERY TIME YOU STOP
AT MOM AND POPS

JUST A SHORT WAYS OFF THE INTERSTATE
DOWN A TWO-LANE COUNTY ROUTE
THERE'S A PLACE CALLED SMALL TOWN U.S.A.
SLOW DOWN AND COME ON OUT
“The Ballad of Cynthia Brown”

I COME IN FROM TULSA
ON A GREYHOUND LAST NIGHT
IT’S BEEN TEN YEARS SINCE I’S BLINDED
BY THEM BUS STATION LIGHTS
BUT YOU LOSE TRACK OF TIME
WHEN YOU’RE PLAYIN’ AROUND
I GUESS YOU HEARD ABOUT GRANDPA
BEING WHY I’M IN TOWN
FOR AN OLD FARMER’S GRAVE
I’S AMAZED AT ALL THE FACES
THAT GATHERED AROUND
STILL I’S HALFWAY HOPING
I MIGHT GET A CHANCE TO SEE
CYNTHIA BROWN

I DON’T KNOW WHY I GOT SO RESTLESS
COME SUMMERTIME
WHY SOME NIGHTS I FELT LIKE
I’S LOSING MY MIND
OR WHY ALL I THOUGHT ABOUT
WAS MAKING MY GETAWAY
OR WHY I CALLED GRANDPA A FOOL
FOR THINKING I MIGHT STAY
OR WHY I GOT DRUNK THAT NIGHT
AND TOOK HIS CHEVY SCREAMING
THROUGH THE MIDDLE OF TOWN
OR WHY I WANTED MORE
THAN THOSE WINDBLOWN KISSES
FROM CYNTHIA BROWN

SO YOU’RE STILL HERE POURING BEERS
I REMEMBER THAT BOOTH
THE NIGHT I TOLD YOU I’S LEAVING
ON MY SEARCH FOR THE TRUTH
THE WAY YOU SHOOK YOUR HEAD
AND THREW YOUR FIST DOWN
AND SAID THE TRUTH WILL FIND YOU
WHEN IT’S TIME TO GET FOUND
WELL MAN THAT’S NO LIE
SETUMUP I’M BUYING
THAT LINE THE NEXT ROUND
IT’S THE LEAST I COULD DO
FOR THE MAN WHO WON THE HAND
OF CYNTHIA BROWN
“Grandma’s Apron and Grandpa’s Vest”

GRANDMA'S APRON
SMELLED LIKE BLEACH
AND MARTHA WHITE FLOUR
SOMETIMES SHE'D REACH
DOWN INTO THE POCKET
AND PULL OUT A TREAT
SAYIN, "HOW ABOUT
A LITTLE SOMETHING SWEET."

IT MIGHT BE A SUGAR COOKIE
OR A PIECE OF FUDGE
I COULD FEEL THE WARMTH
I COULD FEEL THE LOVE
GRANDMA BAKED
INTO EVERY BATCH
WEARING THAT APRON
STARTING FROM SCRATCH

IT WAS ALL COTTON
SOFT AND WORN
USED TO LET ME USE IT
FOR MY SUPERMAN CAPE
AND HELD ME BEHIND IT
WHEN IT THUNDER STORMED
GRANDMA'S APRON HAD POWER
GRANDMA'S APRON HAD GRACE

GRANDPA'S VEST
WAS COURDOROY
WE'D WATCH OLD WESTERNS
IN HIS LAZY BOY
HE'D REACH IN THE POCKET
AND PULL OUT A TOY.
SAYING," MY SIDEKICKS'
BEEN A GOOD BOY"

IT MIGHT BE A MARBLE
LIKE THE EYE OF A CAT
OR A WHISTLE FROM A BOX
OF CRACKERJACKS
THAT VEST HELD
HIS SWEET SURPRISES
THAT CAME WITH A WINK
FROM HIS TWINKLING EYE

HE USED TO LET ME WEAR IT
WHEN I RODE MY STICK HORSE PONY
CHASING DOWN OUTLAWS
BADGE ON MY CHEST
AND WHEN WE TOOK NAPS
IN HIS LAZY BOY
YOU KNOW GRANDPA'S VEST KNEW THE COWBOY WAY
GRANDPA'S VEST KNEW TENDERNESS

SO WHEN IT CAME TIME
TO DIVIDE THEIR THINGS
BROTHER WANTED THE CAR
SISTER WANTED THE RINGS
I SAID I WANT THEY WAY
THEY LOVED AND BLESSED
GIVE ME GRANDMA'S APRON
AND GRANDPA'S VEST.

NOW MY LADY
WILL WEAR GRANDMA'S APRON
BAKING SUGAR COOKIES
WHEN THE GRANDKIDS COME
I’LL WEAR GRANDPA'S VEST
IN MY LAZY BOY
GRANDKIDS ON MY LAP
I PULL OUT A TOY
WHILE WE'RE WATCHING
GENE AND ROY,

AND THE DUKE, HOPPILONG CASSSIDY, THE CISCO KID, THE LONE RANGER, HAVE GUN WILL TRAVEL, GUNSMOKE, WAGON TRAIN, WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE, RAWHIDE, CHEYENE, THE RIFLEMAN, THE REBEL, MAVERICK, LAWMAN……
“Faces in the Sun.”

I WAS ROLLIN’ DOWN A BACK ROAD WHEN I GOT LOST
AND SAW HIM SITTING THERE
A PROUD OLD STRAIGHT BACK FARMER
ON A FRONT PORCH CHAIR
STARING OFF INTO THE DISTANCE
AS A HOT DRY JULY MORNING
SUN LIT HIS SHINING EYES
AND THE FARMHOUSE HE WAS BORN IN
I STOPPED TO ASK HIM DIRECTIONS
THEN ASKED WHAT IS IT YOU SEE
LOOKING OUT ACROSS THAT GRAIN FIELD
JUST AS EMPTY AS CAN BE?

HE SAID, “FACES IN THE SUN
ON THAT HORIZON
I SEE THE FAMILY FARMER
I CAN SEE THE ONES
WHO WILL COME AND GO
BUT NEVER DISAPPEAR
I SEE FACES IN THE SUN
WHOSE EYES KEEP SHINING CLEAR”

HE SAID, “I SEE MY GRANDPA STANDING TALL
WIPING A FURROWED BROW
WEARING HIS BIB OVERALLS
BEHIND THAT MULE AND PLOW
AND I SEE MY DADDY ON HIS TRACTOR
WHERE GRANDPA USED TO BE
OUT THERE WHERE THE EARTH MEETS THE SKY
I SEE MY LEGACY

FACES IN THE SUN
WHO TAUGHT ME ALL I KNOW
ABOUT HARD WORK AND FAMILY
AND REAPING WHAT YOU SOW
HOW WE COME AND GO
BUT NEVER DISAPPEAR
I SEE FACES IN THE SUN
WHOSE EYES KEEP SHINING CLEAR

I SEE FACES TALKING TO THE SKY
AND LISTENING TO THE WIND
I SEE STRONG AND GODLY MEN
I SEE THE UNSUNG HEROES
WHO LIVE THEIR QUIET LIVES
WITH THE SUN UPON THEIR SKIN

FACES IN THE SUN
PORTRAITS OF THE PLAINS
ON A HEARTLAND HILL
THAT BEARS THE FAMILY NAME
AND I CAN SEE MY GRANDSON
ON MY OLD JOHN DEERE
WITH HIS FACE IN THE SUN
AND HIS EYES SHINING CLEAR.”


”Billy Bob’s Backyard.”

BILLY BOB WEARS A BALL CAP BACK’RDS
AND AVIATOR SHADES
BLACK GREASE ‘NEATH HIS FINGERNAILS
AND A LITTLE ON HIS FACE
WITH A SEMI-TOOTHLESS SMILE,
HE SAID “HOWDY DO”
I WAS HAVING SECOND THOUGHTS
ABOUT WHAT I’S ABOUT TO DO

HE’S A SHADE TREE MECHANIC
AND MY ALTERNATOR WAS GONE
HE SAID,”IF YOU BROUGHT ONE
IN AN HOUR I’LL HAV’ER ON”
WELL, I SAID I HAD A REBUILT
SETTIN’ IN MY TRUNK
HE SAID, “PULL AROUND BACK,” AND THAT’S WHEN
I SAW BILLY’S JUNGLE OF JUNK

BILLY BOB’S BACKYARD
IS A PACKRAT’S PARADISE
IT’S A REDNECK COLLECTION
FROM A BUBBA’S WAY OF LIFE
IT’S HILLBILLY HEAVEN
WITH AN OLD ROT STANDING GUARD
OVER ALL THEM WHITE TRASH TREASURES
FILLIN’ BILLY BOB’S BACKYARD

FOUR SKEETER BREEDIN’ TIRES
LEANIN’ UP AGAINST AN UGLY SHED
A STUDEBAKER PICKUP UP ON BLOCKS
WITH GRASS GROWIN’ IN THE BED
TIN ROOF AND WARPED PLYWOOD
MAKIN’ A CROOKED FENCE
SLIMY WATER STANDIN’ IN A JONBOAT
THAT’S GOT ABOUT A HUND’RD DENTS

RUSTY REBAR AND BAGS OF SAKCRETE
THAT GOT WET AND TURNED TO STONE
MOTORLESS LAWNMOWERS
BY A CLOTHESLINE HAY WIRED ONTO
HIS GIRLFRIEND’S HARLEY TANKTOP
AND HIS HARLEY TEE
A DEAD WATER HEATER AND TWO LAWN CHAIRS
WITH RIPPED OUT STRAP SEATS

BEER CANS BEER CANS BEER CANS
THROWN IN SCATTERED PILES
CHICKENS PECKIN’ IN THE DIRT
TO AN EIGHT TRACK PLAYIN’
“BORN TO BE WILD”

BILLY CLEARED AWAY JUST ENOUGH SPACE
TO FIT MY CAR BETWEEN
A SATELLITE DISH WITH A BIRD NEST
AND A BROKE DOWN WASHIN’ MACHINE
I WAS LEANIN’ ON A CHOPPER FRAME
WATCHIN’ HIM SWEAT AND CUSS
‘NEAT A TORN TARP STRUNG FROM
HIS MOBILE HOME TO AN OLD VOLKSWAGEN BUS
”Hill Country Moon”

HILL COUNTRY MOON
SMILING ON ME
I FEEL LIKE A BAREFOOT KID AGAIN
NOT A CARE IN THIS WORLD
JUST A BOY AND HIS DOG
YOU KNOW I CAN REMEMBER WHEN

YOU WERE SMILING ON
McCALISTER'S POND
AND ME AND BLUE TOOK A MOONLIGHT SWIM
I NEVER FELT SO FREE
JUST YOU, BLUEBOY AND ME
I CAN FEEL THE WATER ON MY SKIN

NOW I'M RIDING MY BIKE
DOWN COTTON PATCH ROAD
WITH THE COOL NIGHT AIR AGAINST MY FACE
BLUE BY MY SIDE
I FEEL LIKE I'M FLYING
WITH OUR MOON SHADOWS GIVING CHASE

WHEN YOU LIGHT UP THESE HILLS
I CAN SEE I’M STILL
THAT COUNTRY BOY
WHO JUST GOT LOST FOR A WHILE
IN THEM BIG CITY LIGHTS
BUT I’M GONNA BE ALL RIGHT
NOW THAT I’VE FOUND
MY HILL COUNTRY SMILE

HILL COUNTRY MOON
I’M IN A POOR BOY’S PARADISE
THANKS FOR HANGIN’ OUT OLD FRIEND
AND WASHING THIS NIGHT
WITH YOUR SACRED LIGHT
AND BRINGING ME BACK HOME AGAIN
IT’S GOOD TO BE BACK HOME AGAIN
”Cowboy Church”

WAY OUT IN THE COUNTRY
ON THE CAMP MEETING GROUNDS
THERE’S A GATHERING EVERY SUNDAY
FROM THEM HILL COUNTRY TOWNS
WE MEET AT THE DANCE PAVILLION
WE SET ON FOLDING CHAIRS
WE SING ‘EM LOUD, WE CLAP OUR HANDS
AND SHAKE ‘EM IN THE AIR

SO WON’T YOU COME DOWN COME DOWN CHILDREN
HEAR THE LOVING WORD
COME DOWN COME DOWN CHILDREN
COME TO COWBOY CHURCH
COME DOWN COME DOWN CHILDREN
BE THE LIVING WORD
COME DOWN COME DOWN CHILDREN
COME TO COWBOY CHURCH

SOME COME IN RUSTED PICKUPS
SOME COME IN CADILLACS
SOME COME RIDING HARLEYS
AND SOME ON HORSES BACKS
‘CAUSE EVERYBODY’S WELCOME
AT THE CHURCH THAT HAS NO WALLS
SOME COME IN THEIR SUNDAY BEST
SOME IN BIB OVERALLS

NOW THE PREACHER KEEPS IT SIMPLE
HE SAYS WE’VE ALL GONE ASTRAY
BUT IF YOU WANT BACK IN THE HERD
LIVE THE COWBOY WAY
ALWAYS HELP THE NEEDY
LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR EVERY DAY
ALWAYS FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT
AND DON’T FORGET TO PRAY
”Small Town Sundown”

I BOUGHT THAT BLUE 63 BONNEVILLE
OFF A FORT WORTH SHOWROOM FLOOR
I PAID CASH FOR IT WITH THE MONEY I'D SAVED
WORKING SUMMERS ON THE RIGS OFFSHORE
SOMETIMES I STILL PUT HER TOP DOWN
AND GO CRUISING 'CROSS THE COUNTRYSIDE
JUST TO FEEL FREEDOM'S WIND BLOWING THROUGH MY HAIR
AND THANK THE GOOD LORD I'M ALIVE
IT WAS BUILT IN THE DAYS WHEN THIS COUNTRY
TOOK PRIDE IN DOING HARD WORK
AND I HAD "MADE IN THE U.S.A.”
ON THE TAG OF MY BLUE COLLAR SHIRT.

I'VE BEEN MARRIED TO THE SAME FINE LADY
SINCE 1952
AND OUR LOVING'S JUST GOTTEN STRONGER
FROM ALL THE LIVING WE'VE BEEN THROUGH
SHE STILL KEEPS THE LETTERS I SENT HER
WHEN I'S OFF FIGHTING IN THAT KOREAN WAR
TIED UP WITH HER YELLOW HAIR RIBBON
BY HER BIBLE IN HER NIGHTSTAND DRAWER
YOU KNOW WE STILL GO OUT DANCING
MOST EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT
THESE DAYS WE DON'T TAKE QUITE AS MANY STEPS
BUT WE HOLD EACH OTHER JUST AS TIGHT.

WE HAD TWO BEAUTIFUL TWIN DAUGHTERS
IN 1958
THEY'VE GIVEN US SIX GRAND KIDS
AND THEY'VE GIVEN US THREE GREATS
THE YOUNG ONES STILL SPEND SUMMERS WITH US
THEY LOVE MAAMA'S DEWBERRY JAM
SHE TAKES THEM OUT IN HER GARDEN
SO THEY CAN KNOW THE FEEL OF DIRT IN THEIR HANDS
YOU SEE THEY WAS ALL RAISED IN THE CITY
WE TRY TO SHOW THEM A SIMPLER WAY
SOMETIMES WE LAY IN THE YARD AND TRY TO COUNT ALL THEM STARS
AND CATCH DINNER OUT OF BLUE CYPRESS LAKE.

I'VE BEEN GOING TO THE SAME LITTLE WHITE CHURCH
SINCE THE SUNDAY AFTER I'S BORN
AND WHEN I DIE THEY'LL PLANT ME IN THAT CHURCH CEMETERY
OVERLOOKING THE MCALISTER FARM
IT'S THE CLOSEST THING TO HEAVEN
ON THIS EARTH I'VE EVER SEEN
THAT CREEK WINDING THROUGH SHIMMERING COTTONWOOD TREES
AND A THOUSAND SHADES OF GREEN
I'M NOT MUCH ON BIBLE POUNDERS
I BELIEVE JESUS WAS A QUIET MAN
AND FORGIVENESS AND LOVE WERE THE BIGGEST PART OF
WHAT HE TRIED TO HELP US UNDERSTAND.

I BOUGHT THIS FILLING STATION
IN 1964
I STILL CLEAN YOUR WINDSHIELD
AND I STILL CHECK YOUR OIL
AND AT THE END OF THE DAY WHEN MY WORK IS DONE
I DRIVE TO MY HOUSE JUST OUTSIDE OF TOWN
I SIT ON THE BACK PORCH WITH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE
AND WATCH A SMALL TOWN SUN GO DOWN.
”Hired Hands”

THE OLD COWBOY SAT ON A BAR STOOL
DRINKING A COLD LONE STAR
CNN WAS ON IN THE CORNER
OF THAT SMALL TOWN TEXAS BAR
I SAT DOWN AND SAID "HOWDY
IT'S SURE BEEN A HOT ONE TODAY"
HE SAID, "I KNOW I'VE BEEN OUT IN IT
ON THE BACK OF A DAPPLE GRAY."

HE WORE A FADED WORK SHIRT
SOAKED WITH A WORKINGMAN' SWEAT
HIS HANDS WERE HARD BUT HIS FINGERS WERE NIMBLE
ROLLING A CIGARETTE
HIS NECK WAS RED AND WRINKLED
WITH DIAMONDS I'D ONCE HEARD
ARE THE MARK OF A MAN WHO'S LIVED A GOOD LIFE
SO WHEN HE SPOKE I CAUGHT EVERY WORD.

HE SAID, "I'VE ALWAYS BEEN ONE TO SPEND MY DAYS IN THE SUN
WORKING FOR THE BRAND.
IT'S A HARD LIFE BUT IT'S THE ONE I CHOSE
SO I COULD BE A FREE MAN
I LIKE RIDING OUT IN GOD'S OPEN COUNTRY
I LIKE LIVING ON THE LAND
DOING A GOOD DAY'S WORK FOR A GOOD DAY'S PAY
USING THESE HIRED HANDS"

HE SAID, "THESE HIRED HANDS BUILT A RANCH
WITH STONE AND STEEL AND WOOD
THESE HIRED HANDS MAKE THINGS RIGHT
AND MAKE A PROMISE GOOD.
THEY STILL COOK ON CAMPFIRES
THEY STILL DRINK FROM STREAMS
THEY'RE STILL MAKING MY LIVING
I'M STILL LIVING MY DREAM

AND I'LL ALWAYS BE ONE TO SPEND MY DAYS IN THE SUN
WORKING FOR THE BRAND.
IT'S A HARD LIFE BUT IT'S THE ONE I CHOOSE
SO I CAN BE A FREE MAN
I’LL BE RIDING OUT IN GOD'S OPEN COUNTRY
IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS MASTER PLAN
DOING A GOOD DAY'S WORK FOR A GOOD DAY'S PAY
USING THESE HIRED HANDS"
”It’s a Texas Thang”

WE WAVE “HOWDY” TO STRANGERS
TIP OUR HATS AND SAY, “YES MAAM”
WE TRY TO BE EXTRA NEIGHBORLY
EVERY CHANCE WE CAN
SO I’LL SHARE THE WEALTH AND BEAUTY
THAT YOU MAY PARTAKE
OF THE MAY WONDERMENTS
HERE IN THE LONE STAR STATE

NOW WHEN GOD BLESSED TEXAS
HE GAVE US A CLEAR BLUE SKY
WITH CLOUDS JUST MADE FOR DAYDREAMING
SLOWLY FLOATING BY
HE LIT OUR NIGHTS WITH STARS BIG AND BRIGHT
JUST MADE FOR WISHIN’ ON
IT’S A STATE OF MIND THAT YOU CAN’T FIND
‘TIL YOU GO TO OLD SAN ANTONE

‘CAUSE IT’S A TEXAS THANG
I WANT Y’ALL TO KNOW
WHAT IT’S LIKE LIVIN’ IN PARADISE
AND HOW WE COME BY OUR BRAGGIN’ RIGHTS
IT’S A TEXAS THANG’
IT’S AS GOOD AS IT GETS
EVER WONDER WHY
YOU AIN’T A TEXAN YET?

WE’VE GOT OUR OWN DOWN HOME COOKIN’
GOT YOUR GREAT STEAKS CHICKEN FRIED
A TEX-MEX PLATE THAT’LL SET YOU STRAIGHT
WITH THAT BLUE BELL ON THE SIDE
AND WE’VE GOT OUR OWN BRAND OF MUSIC
MADE FOR HOLDIN’ YOUR BABY TIGHT
IN AN OLD-TIME SAWDUST DANCEHALL
BATHED IN LUCKENBACH MOONLIGHT

WELL IT’S A WHOLE ‘NOTHER COUNTRY
ONE THING I NEVER DID GET CLEAR
WHY DID WE JOIN THE UNION?
WE GOT ALL’S WE NEED RIGHT ‘CHERE

YEA IT’S A TEXAS THANG
I COULD GO ON AND ON
ABOUT THEM PAINTED SUNSETS ON THE PANHANDLE PLAINS
AND THAT SWEET HILL COUNTRY RAIN
THE WIND IN BIG THICKET TREES
AND PADRE ISLAND IN A GULF COAST BREEZE
IT’S NEW LUCCHESES AND OLD STRAW HATS
IT’S KING RANCH PICKUPS AND OLD CADILLACS
IT’S A COWGIRL ON A CUTTIN’ HORSE
IN A FIELD OF BLUEBONNETS AND O’COURSE
LONGHORNS AND JACKALOPES
MAN EVERYTHING’S BIGGER
ONCE YOU GO YOU’LL KNOW
IT’S A TEXAS THANG
THEN I’LL BE WILLIN’ TO BET
YOU’LL WONDER WHY YOU AINT A TEXAN YET
”Give me my Flowers while I’m Living”

GIVE ME MY FLOWERS WHILE I’M LIVING
DON’T WAIT UNTIL AFTER I’M GONE
AND I’LL STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES
THAT YOU PICK AS WE WALK ALONG
SIDE-BY-SIDE LET’S LOVE IN THE MOMENT
KNOWING RIGHT HERE IS WHERE WE BELONG
GIVE ME MY FLOWERS WHILE I’M LIVING
DON’T WAIT UNTIL AFTER I’M GONE

WALTZ WITH ME LIKE A BAND IS PLAYING
OUR SWEET OLD MELODY
AND I’LL TRY IN MY OWN WAY
TO SWEEP YOU OFF OF YOUR FEET
THERE’S NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT
FOR TWO STEPPERS LIKE YOU AND ME
WALTZ WITH ME LIKE A BAND IS PLAYING
OUR SWEET OLD MELODY

LET’S FILL EVERY MINUTE WITH LIVING
LET’S LOVE THE HOURS AWAY
LET’S FILL OUR LIVES UP WITH GIVING
OUR ROMANCE A CHANCE EVERY DAY

KISS ME LIKE IT’S NOW OR NEVER
COME PUT YOUR ARMS AROUND ME
BABE IT JUST DOESN’T GET ANY BETTER
WHEN YOU GAZE IN MY EYES I CAN SEE
TODAY JUST MAY LIVE FOREVER
AS ONE FINE MEMORY
SO KISS ME LIKE IT’S NOW OR NEVER
COME PUT YOUR ARMS AROUND ME

TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE
SEIZE THE DAY COUNT THE BLESSINGS FIND THE BLISS
EVERY DAY IS A PRESENT
UNFOLDING LIKE A ROSE LIKE A WALTZ LIKE A KISS
SO GIVE ME MY FLOWERS WHILE I’M LIVING
DON’T WAIT UNTIL AFTER I’M GONE
AND I’LL STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES
YOU PICK AS WE WALK ALONG
April’s Lullaby”

MAY YOU ALWAYS SHOW THE WAY
LIVE BY THE GOLDEN RULE
AND BE KIND TO OTHERS
WHO ARE NOT KIND TO YOU
MAY YOU LIVE WITH NO REGRETS
AND NEVER MISS A CHANCE
TO TELL SOMEONE YOU LOVE THEM
OR ASK SOMEONE TO DANCE

MAY YOU GROW UP STRAIGHT AND STRONG
LIKE A COTTONWOOD TREE
AND SHINE LIKE A WILDFLOWER
FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE
FEEL THE FREEDOM OF THE WIND
AND THE WARMTH OF A HOME
HAVE THE LAUGHTER OF A BEST FRIEND
AND SACRED TIME ALONE

AND NOW YOUR DREAMS ARE WAITING
SAY YOUR PRAYERS AND CLOSE YOUR EYES
MAY YOU ONE DAY SEE THEM ALL COME TRUE
AND ALWAYS KNOW THE WORLD’S A BETTER PLACE
BECAUSE OF WHO YOU ARE
AND THAT THE BEST PART OF ME IS YOU

MAY YOU KNOW THE OLD MAN IN THE MOON
AND WISH UPON THE STARS
MAY YOUR EYES BE FILLED WITH WONDER
FROM FIREFLIES IN A JAR
MAY YOU HEAR THE RED TAIL CRY
AND HEAR THE WHITE WING SING
AND KNOW THERE’S A REASON
WHY WE’RE BLESSED WITH ALL THESE THINGS

MAY YOU ALWAYS LISTEN TO YOUR HEART
WHEN IT’S TIME TO MAKE A CHOICE
AND WHEN YOUR PLANS ALL FALL APART
HEAR HIS STILL SMALL VOICE
THAT SAYS KEEP BELIEVING
LOVE WILL FIND A WAY
AND THAT THE DARKEST NIGHT
WILL FIND THE LIGHT OF DAY