Midnight Lover

by Bob Wilders

Released 11/27/2016
One Point Records
Released 11/27/2016
One Point Records
First single from Bob Wilders upcoming album release "WILDERBEEST"
NOTES
"WILDERBEEST" is Bob's soon to be realesed new album which will be more rock oriented.

Bob Wilders

by Bob Wilders

Released 2002
One Point Records
Released 2002
One Point Records
Mostly acoustic album of original catchy and lyrically engrossing songs ranging from folk, blues, country and more. This is Bob's first independently released CD.
NOTES
"He writes and performs in the best tradition of one who tells the stories he's seen, heard or imagined." --Hank Childers, host of Tucson Songwriters Showcase Concert Series.

"Bob Wilders" is his first independently released CD.

Best Of An Old Friend

by Bob Wilders

Released 2004
One Point Records
Released 2004
One Point Records
Second release of Bob's original Americana/roots songs.
NOTES
BEST OF AN OLD FRIEND is Bob's' second CD.

"It's a recording that deserves to be heard by more people."- Lynette Bennet (Tucson Blues Society)

"Bob Wilders writes and performs in the best tradition of one who tells the stories he's seen, heard, or imagined." - Hank Childers, host of the Tucson Singer/Songwriter Showcase.
(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2001 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

A ship is sailing on the water it's as white as white can be.

From Seattle to Honolulu it sails most any sea.

And the Captain he is a Navy man and the officers they are too.

The rest are all civil servants and there you have the crew.

 

And Daddy's sailing on his ship To where the Lord can only tell.

When he gets back we'll all come on board. The good ship Townsend Cromwell

 

They dock down at the basin and the men tie up the lines.

The custom men inspect the cargo don't want to have to pay no fines.

And that crazy Filipino is stoned on grass again.

 Looks like they'll have to fire him, it's a shame and it's a sin.

 (repeat chorus)

 They'll pull into Tahiti with all them Tahitian girls.

They'll arm wrestle the Tahitian boxers nobody puts on any frills.

And on to Kwajellan and to Guam and on to Pitcairan too.

They won't be back for six long months before their trip is through.

 (repeat chorus)

 

Copyright (C) 2001 Bob Wilders (ASCAP)

Bob Wilders
Copyright (C) 2001 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

 

Livin' in the past. Livin' in the past.

Things they change they always change. You know they never last.

Livin' in the past. Livin' in the past.

Things they change they always change. You know they never last.

 

It's a ten year anniversary and we've come a long, long way.

From the loneliness and the misery. From the darkness to the day.

We've gone from simple people. To hardened country men.

What's done is done is done my friend you can't go back again. But you're....

 (repeat chorus)

 What's the use of livin' for tomorrow if you can't live for today.

If all you do is spend your time in sorrow. And nostalgically waste away.

Well the times they are a changin'. As the ancient poet said.

If long gone memories is all there is well you might as well be dead. Instead of....

 (repeat chorus)

 Now it's a thirty year anniversary and you're still doin' the same thing.

Trying to recapture the old memories. And the good vibes that it brings.

But it's really kind of sorry. Yeah, it's really sad to see.

Now it's just one big staged event broadcast on MTV. And they're all...

 (repeat chorus)

 

Copyright (C) 2001 Bob Wilders (ASCAP)

Bob Wilders
Copyright (C) 2001 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

 

Sometimes I get so crazy, so crazy I just can't see.

Sometimes I get so crazy, so crazy I just can't see.

Got all kinds of pretty women walkin' round in front of me.

 

Never learned to play the flute, but I got a gun that goes toot.

Never learned to play the flute, but I got a gun that goes toot.

But now my ammunition is depleted and my dynamite has been blown to boot.

 

Well, baby, I'm crazy. As crazy as a man can be.

Well, baby, I'm crazy. As crazy as a man can be.

I need a woman so bad and here, here you keep on teasing me.

 

Well, baby, you're enough, enough to drive a man insane.

Baby you're enough, enough to drive a poor man like me insane.

Now if you weren't so beautiful. You know I'd think you were vain.

 

Sometimes I get so crazy, so crazy I just can't see.

Sometimes I get so crazy, so crazy I just can't see.

Got all kinds of pretty women walkin' round in front of me.

 

Copyright (C) 2001 Bob Wilders (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2001 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

I was a-walkin' through the park last night.

I held your hand and squeezed it tight.

Oh, baby, won't you dance with me.

 

We took a ride on the merry-go-round.

Then we went and sat down on the ground.

Oh, baby, won't you dance with me.

 

Stopped and bought some cotton candy.

I was feelin' like a hundred dollar dandy

Oh, baby, won't you dance with me.

 

Stood by the band stand we listened to them play.

I turned to you and then I say.

Oh, baby, won't you dance with me.

 

Strolled by the river watched the boats float by.

I turn to you and then I hear you sigh.

You sigh and say Oh, baby, won't you dance with me.

 

I was a-walkin' through the park last night.

I held your hand and squeezed it tight.

Oh, baby, won't you dance with me.

 

Copyright (C) 2001 Bob Wilders (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2001 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

You can be whoever it is you want to be.

You can see what ever it is you want to see.

Don't sing no songs if you can't pay your dues.

Just go on a-singing those Bobby Darin blues.

 

Now Bobby was a singer, he sang all over the land.

He traveled 'round in a bus for all those one night stands.

He even wrote a song I could sympathize with.

When he performed, well he performed, he always gave his best.

(repeat chorus)

Now Bobby could bare his soul like only a few of 'em can.

And for awhile, just awhile, he wouldn't conform to the man.

He even dropped out for awhile no one could understand.

But he came back 'cause he had the itch to perform with a band.

(repeat chorus)

Now Bobby was an actor and he was pretty good.

Why he never won an Oscar, I've never understood.

It couldn't have been because he had Gidget for a wife.

Well it didn't matter 'cause music was his life.

(repeat chorus)

Now Bobby not with us now he's gone to entertain in the sky.

With a lot of folks we could all identify with.

And I can't help thinking 'bout the way that he went down.

Just singin' his song, gettin' along, goin' from town to town. And he said...

(repeat chorus)

 

Copyright (C) 2001 Bob Wilders (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2001 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

Layin' in the water Watchin' the water run.

Layin' in the water Now ain't we havin' fun.

Layin' in the water Watchin' the water run.

Layin' in the water We don't need any sun.

 

I like to get naked on those hot summer days.

When the wind isn't blowin' in its air conditioning ways.

Lay inside my bathtub with the water flowing down.

Listenin' to the trickling, trickling water sound.

(repeat chorus)

A pool of water's so soothin' to the soul.

Opens all the pores, opens all the little holes.

The only thing better, and believe me it's only few.

The only thing better is being here with you. Just...

(repeat chorus)

We may get wrinkled and puckered up too.

You wrinkle up to me and I'll pucker up to you.

We'll splash and play and blow bubbles in the air.

And we'll make sweet sweet love while were swimming there.

(repeat chorus)

 

Copyright (C) 2001 Bob Wilders (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2001 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

Like a roller coaster, like a giant see saw.

Like a match suddenly stricken or a scab scratched raw.

An emotional up and down, a pendulum on the swing.

A sudden burst of anger, hear the punchin' ring.

 

He's such a happy guy, pleasure to be around.

And she's very funny, with her feet firmly on the ground.

And he seems to love her after all he gave her his last name.

And she speaks fondly of their courtship even though it's no longer the same.

 

So tell me are your tears lost in the rain.

Are all of your happy years just trickling down the drain.

Can you feel the pain? Of Carlos and Elayne.

 

Who knows what set him off, was it something someone said?

What put the anger there? What put it in his head?

Was it something she did? Most doubtedly not.

No, nobody deserves the abuse or the beating she got.

 

They say he's just a Greenhorn. That's nether here nor there.

She was once his sparkling bride, they made such a lovely pair.

But now he has his mood swings and his brain's a mixed up stew.

And she's traded in her mascara for eyes of black and blue.

(repeat chorus)

The cops came by last night and they took him away.

And she's sworn out a court order and gone home to stay.

But she'll probably just forget it, go on back home to her man.

Even though in the end she'll meet up again with the back of his hand.

(repeat chorus)

 

Copyright (C) 2001 Bob Wilders (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2001 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

Somebody loses whenever somebody wins.

Somebody wins whenever somebody loses.

Nobody wins when everyone's lost.

Losing ain't nothin' but nothin's a lot.

 

Crapshooters shootin' their shots.

Crapshooters the have and have nots.

Pick you a number and hope you don't lose.

Crapshootin' will give you the blues.

 

When I was a youth I played the high ball.

I never noticed the writing on the wall.

Shot me some crap and I lost it all.

For a nickel and dime I'd forsake it all.

(repeat chorus)

Whenever you play the rolling dice game.

The game will roll you whenever you play.

Don't spend all your money trying to get rich.

You gotta go home to your wife and your wife's such a bitch.

(repeat chorus)

 

Copyright (C) 2001 Bob Wilders (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2001 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

It don't matter baby if you're not at home.

Wherever you is you is not alone.

It's a hop. It's a hop. It's a hop, skip and jump till I'm all over you.

 

I'm your mule skinner daddy I'll skin your mule.

If your love needs fixin' honey let me use my tool.

It's a hop. It's a hop. It's a hop, skip and jump till I'm all over you.

 

No need to cast your spell I know you got your black cat bone.

Just slide over here honey we'll disconnect the phone.

It's a hop. It's a hop. It's a hop, skip and jump till I'm all over you.

 

The faster you go the higher you get.

You may think it's over but I'm not finished yet.

It's a hop. It's a hop. It's a hop, skip and jump till I'm all over you.

 

Down by the river I threw in a rock.

It made such a splash gave us both a shock.

It's a hop. It's a hop. It's a hop, skip and jump till I'm all over you.

 

Well my song is done but you know it's all true.

There's just one more thing I wanna do.

And that's hop. It's a hop. I wanna hop, skip and jump all over you.

I wanna hop, skip and jump till all over you.

 

Copyright (C) 2001 Bob Wilders (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2001 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

Up jumped Johnny, he said he had the blues.

Down fell the kingdom we started lookin' for clues.

Say goodbye to Maybelline, whatever happened to Peggy Sue.

I packed up my guitar, gave up chopping wood too. And I say...

 

Hey, Mama. Give me back my rock and roll shoes.

Hey, Mama. Give me back my rock and roll shoes.

 

Last time I saw her Run-around was now Settled Down Sue.

And the clock that we rocked around had turned into a grandfather coo-koo.

We shouted and twisted it till we bled it completely dry.

They say one thing you can be sure of, rock and roll won't ever die.

But I'm not so sure, so...

 

Hey, Mama. Give me back my rock and roll shoes.

Hey, Mama. Give me back my rock and roll shoes.

 

Now they study it in colleges, try to analyze all the words.

Lookin' for hidden meanings, I never heard of anything so absurd.

It used to be so much fun, just to laugh and play and sing.

You know rock and roll was nothing, that's why it was everything. And I say....

 

Hey, Mama.  Give me back my rock and roll shoes. 

Hey, Mama.  Give me back my rock and roll shoes.

 

 Copyright (C) 2001 Bob Wilders

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2001 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

Goodbye Mississippi, Goodbye Louis.

Goodbye Mississippi won't you tell me please.

Say goodbye. Goodbye.

The people have killed you, you don't even know why.

 

Goodbye Santa Clause, Goodbye Marie.

Goodbye Santa Clause it's so sad to see.

Say goodbye Goodbye.

The people have wronged you, you don't even know why.

 

I went down the Mississippi

I went down the Mississippi Goodbye.

Goodbye.

On a steamboat called the Delta Queen.

 

Goodbye Delta gambler, goodbye Joe.

Goodbye Delta gambler, took all my dough.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Gotta get off at the next stop, can't afford to ride no mo'.

 

Goodbye Delta singer sing the blues so fine.

She's a hellava lover, kisses taste like wine.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

No, I can't forget her, I think about her all the time.

 

Drift on mighty Mississippi.

Drift on mighty Mississippi Drift on.

Drift on.

You gotta drift on when you ain't got no home.

 

So goodbye Mississippi, hello New Orleans.

Goodbye Mississippi, hello New Orleans.

Goodbye. Hello.

Ain't nothin I own but this ol' pair of blue jeans.

 

Goodbye Mississippi, goodbye Louis.

Goodbye Mississippi, won't you tell me please.

Say goodbye. Goodbye.

The people have killed you, you don't even know why.

 

Copyright (C) 2001 Bob Wilders (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2001 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

Blow, Canadian, Blow.

Your winds are heavy Your chains set free

Blow, Canadian, Blow.

 

It was in British Colombia many years ago.

That I met the woman that upset me so.

She was cute and so pretty, she moved like a deer.

I never thought I'd have reason to fear.

She hooked me.

She caught me.

She reeled me right in.

As she left me there stranded I heard her sing.

(repeat chorus)

It was at Fort Langly on the Fraser River.

Where the cold cuts so deep your bones always shiver.

We walked hand in hand, so much in love.

In the morning she was gone like the last lonely dove.

She spread her wings open wide.

And gently took flight.

Leaving nothing to hide.

Singing into the night.

(repeat chorus)

I searched from the Pacific Ocean to Baffin Bay.

From the Arctic Ocean to the US of A.

And all the places we'd haunted I looked around.

All the old friends I asked said she was nowhere to be found.

She was gone like the wind.

Like a ghost in the day.

I know I'll never find her.

So all I can say is....

(repeat chorus)

 

Copyright (C) 2001 Bob Wilders (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2001 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

Last night I had a thought.

I had more than I ever sought.

I had the wealth of only a few.

What I did not have was you.

 

Tears fall down.

Tears fall down.

Tears fall down.

Tears fall down.

 

I was standing in a field of wheat.

Still I was starving I had nothin' to eat.

There was nothin' I could do.

I had nowhere to go 'cause I didn't have you.

 

And tears fall down.

Tears fall down.

Tears fall down.

Tears fall down.

 

Then I awoke, I looked around.

All my troubles fell to the ground.

And though you are gone, I felt such joy.

When I looked into the eyes of our little baby boy.

 

Tears fall down.

Tears fall down.

Tears fall down.

Fall on down.

 

Copyright (C) 2001 Bob Wilders (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2001 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

Well it doesn't make any sense.

All these things I have heard.

It's a rotten crying shame.

This is the last word.

 

On a dark and wintry night.

The wind blew soft and calm.

The statues were all crumbling.

There was dust out on the lawn.

 

Well nothin' seems to matter.

Nothin' seems the same.

All the clash and all the clatter.

Disappearing down the drain.

 

The old boy borrowed a nickel.

To buy some bubble gum.

He put the coin in the slot.

And everything came undone.

 

There are weeds out in the garden.

There's a mist in the sky.

And all I can do is.

Hang my head and wonder why.

 

'Cause it doesn't make any sense.

All these things I have heard.

It's a rotten crying shame.

This is THE LAST WORD.

 

Copyright (C) 2001 Bob Wilders (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2004 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

Here's a little story I hope it won't offend.

Here's a little story I hope it won't offend.

Here's a little story I hope it won't offend.

Just take it as the best of an old friend.

 

You may not believe this but I'm talking to you.

You may not believe this but I'm talking to you.

You may not believe this but I'm talking to you.

But you're the same ol' asshole I always knew.

 

Just who the hell do you think you are?

Just who the hell do you think you are?

Just who the hell do you think you are?

Some rich millionaire or a rock and roll star?

 

I don't really know you and you don't know me.

No I don't really know you and you don't know me

I don't really want to know you and you don't know me

I just know you're a jackass and you'll always be.

 

I hope you listen closely to what I'm tellin' you.

I hope you listen closely to what I'm tellin' you.

I hope you listen closely to what I'm tellin' you.

It's the best thing as a friend you know I can do.

 

I don't intend to get you back on the track.

I don't intend to get you back on the track.

I don't intend to get you back on the track.

I can take anything you might want to stick in my back.

 

I can't tell if this has helped only heaven knows.

I can't tell if this has helped only heaven knows.

I can't tell if this has helped only heaven knows.

I'll just stick my hands in the pockets of my worn out clothes.

 

So there's my little story I hope it didn't offend.

There's my little story I hope it didn't offend.

There's my little story I hope it didn't offend.

Just take it as the best of an old friend.

 

Copyright (C) 2004 Bob Wilders (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2004 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

I might live forever.

Then I might die tonight.

Yeah, I might sail on that river.

I could lose my sight.

Then I might not see the sun rise.

I just might not see the sun set.

But if I do.

You know I will.

SEE IT ALL WITH YOU.

 

I've never been to Mars.

I've never walked on the Moon.

I'll probably never travel to the stars.

But if I do you know it won't be too soon.

I never hitchhiked across the country.

And I'll probably never ever see the world.

But if I do. You know I will.

SEE IT ALL WITH YOU.

(repeat first verse)

 

Copyright (C) 2004 Bob Wilders  (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2004 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

She came in like a hurricane.  The storm never let up.

That Mexican Spitfire. And her little Chihuahua pup.

I've heard the rumors. What everyone says.

I've heard the stories of LUPES VELEZ.

 

In the company of all those men. You know the Coop, he finally tamed her.

At the end a pistol shot. But it was Tarzan who renamed her.

I've heard the rumors. What everyone says. I've heard the stories of LUPES VELEZ.

 

Boxing gloves for Christmas. Don't go looking for excuses.

Call in the cops. But it was Johnny with all the bruises.

I've heard the rumors. What everyone says. I've heard the stories of LUPES VELEZ.

 

Divorced from the Ape Man. Love with a man six years younger.

He gave her a child. But wouldn't make an honest woman of her.

I've heard the rumors. What everyone says. I've heard the stories of LUPES VELEZ.

 

At dinner with some of her friends. You know her suicide talk spoiled it.

All alone in her room. A belly full of pills and her head in the toilet.

I've heard the rumors. What everyone says. I've heard the stories of LUPES VELEZ.

 

Copyright (C) 2004 Bob Wilders  (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2004 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

Lately I've been thinking how hard life can be.

How it weighs on my shoulders like so much misery.

Yeah, things get heavy and I don't know what to do.

But girl it's so nice to come home to you.

 

The world can get crazy and get me so down.

Make me lose this happy smile I've just found.

Make my sunny days turn blue.

But girl, it's so nice to come home to you.

 

It's so nice to come home to you.

With your happy smiling face that's always brand new.

When were together it's just us two.

That's why it's so nice to come home to you.

 

I tell myself that the day will soon pass.

I look at the clock but the time doesn't move fast.

Wipe my sweaty brow get out of this stew.

Girl, it's so nice to come home to you.

 

It's so nice to come home to you.

With your happy smiling face that's always brand new.

When were together it's just us two.

That's why it's so nice to come home to you.

 

Can't wait to be by your side again.

Listening to your voice always makes me grin.

Smelling your perfume sends me into a dream.

I'm pretty sure you know what I mean.

 

Lately I've been thinking how hard life can be.

How it weighs on my shoulders like so much misery.

Yeah, things get heavy and I don't know what to do.

But girl it's so nice to come home to you.

 

It's so nice to come home to you.

With your happy smiling face that's always brand new.

When were together it's just us two.

That's why it's so nice to come home to you.

 

Copyright (C) 2004 Bob Wilders  (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2004 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

He was a clean cut Saigon warrior. An in - love young man.

The big - wigs down at HQ They don't seem to understand.

Married himself a Saigon Suzie. Least that's what they all said.

But it wasn't lust, no it was love. That led him to her bed.

 

Confined to a Quonset hut. With a metal roof in a Long Binh jail.

No one to hear his sad story. Or listen to his sad tale.

The military wants to send him home. But he just wants to stay.

To get his papers processed. To bring his wife and baby child away.

 

So you may have your problems. And I may have mine too.

But here's to the memory. Of one guy's SAIGON BLUE.

 

There were lots of pretty women in Saigon. And lots of lonely men.

But love is love no matter where. No love it isn't a sin.

But now the war is over. It's time to return to the U.S. shore.

He pleads and pleads but the Big Brass says. "Boy, you should have thought of that before."

 

So you may have your problems. And I may have mine too.

But here's to the memory. Of one guy's SAIGON BLUE.

 

In his single story Long Binh jail room. You know he prays to the Lord above.

You see it seems he forgot to ask permission. To fall in love.

So he makes his escape one night. Just as the troops pull out like they said they will.

Now he's just another name in the MIA files. Just another guy gone over the hill.

 

So you may have your problems. And I may have mine too.

But here's to the memory. Of one guy's SAIGON BLUE.

 

Copyright (C) 2004 Bob Wilders  (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2004 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

She was so sweet, so shy.

She said she'd never been with another guy.

I never wondered, never asked her why.

She was so sweet, so shy.

 

She was so sweet, so shy.

Swore I'd never ever make her cry.

Now that's the truth, you know I'd never lie.

To my so sweet, so shy.

 

Things can turn bitter. Things can turn bad.

You can be smilin' and still be sad.

Spend your whole life lookin'. For a love they only talk about.

Well, I knew I had found it. Yes, I knew I had found it.

 

She was so sweet, so shy.

When we first made love well I heard her sigh.

Swore our love would never die.

She was so sweet, so shy.

 

Things can turn bitter. Things can turn bad.

You can be smilin' and still be sad.

Spend your whole life lookin'. For a love they only talk about.

Well, I knew I had found it. Yes, I knew I had found it.

 

She was so sweet, so shy. She said, "Love fades away now, by and bye.

But at least we can say we gave it our best try."

Yes, she was so sweet, so shy.

 

Things can turn bitter. Things can turn bad.

You can be smilin' and still be sad.

Spend your whole life lookin'. For a love they only talk about.

Well, I knew I had found it. Yes, I knew I had found it.

 

She was so sweet, so shy.

She said she'd never been with another guy.

I never wondered, never asked her why.

She was so sweet, so shy.

 

Copyright (C) 2004 Bob Wilders  (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2004 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

A chap that I know made his livin' on the road.

He had no woman for a wife.

He spent all his time hustlin' for a nickel and a dime.

Hey Buddy, that ain't no way to lead your life.

 

He'd rant and he'd rave at all the money that he saved.

And honestly attempt to change.

But with all that he had you know he was always sad.

I know most of you might think that strange.

 

But there comes a time when the things that you've got.

Don't add up much to a lot.

And if you don't have someone with whom your life you can share.

Then just what is it have you got?. . . . . Well, NOT A LOT!

 

Now some folks I've seen live their lives in between.

Being together and being alone.

They never guess with their need for things to possess.

True happiness doesn't come from the things that you own.

 

You see there comes a time when the things that you've got.

Don't add up much to a lot.

And if you don't have someone with whom your life you can share.

Then just what is it have you got?. . . . . Well, NOT A LOT!

 

Now a couple I knew lived their whole lives through.

Completely and totally in love.

They spent all their years in joyful blissful tears.

As if a light shone down from above.

 

They knew that there comes a time when the things that you've got.

Don't add up much to a lot.

And if you don't have someone with whom your life you can share.

Then just what is it have you got?. . . . . Well, NOT A LOT!

 

Copyright (C) 2004 Bob Wilders  (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2004 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

Have you heard the rumor? Southside Johnny's dead.

Have you heard the rumor? Southside Johnny's dead.

He was found lying on his stomach. A bullet in his head.

 

They called for the doctor. The doctor came on the run.

Called for the doctor. Doctor came on the run.

He knelt over Johnny. He said, "Lord, lord this poor boy's life is done."

 

Told Crazy Lil. She'd lost her lovin' one.

Told his Crazy Mama. She'd lost her lovin' one.

Cops didn't know who did it. And all they had was a gun.

 

I was standin' in the doorway. When I heard a pistol "POP."

I was standin' in the doorway. When I heard a pistol "POP."

Heard somebody moan. Then I heard a body drop.

 

They say Southside Johnny. Was a real mean stud.

They say Southside Johnny. Was a real mean stud.

Well "HAH", look at him now. Found lyin' in his own pool of blood.

 

So, have you heard the rumor? Southside Johnny's dead.

Have you heard the rumor? Southside Johnny's dead.

He was found lying on his stomach. A bullet in his head.

 

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(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2004 R.A.Wilders

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Paige lives at the top of the hill.

Her Pappy lives there and he's livin' there still.

Everyone gets there by the path by the mill.

Paige lives at the top of the hill.

 

When Summertime came and the poppies were in bloom.

Sometimes we'd play up in her room.

Her doll was her baby my horse was a broom.

Things were so simple when the poppies were in bloom.

 

Paige lives at the top of the hill.

Her Pappy lives there and he's livin' there still.

Everyone gets there by the path by the mill.

Paige lives at the top of the hill.

 

I used to play with Paige by my side.

Running through green rushes lookin' for a place to hide.

The paths were all empty the rivers were all wide.

With me playin' and Paige by my side.

 

Paige lives at the top of the hill.

Her Pappy lives there and he's livin' there still.

Everyone gets there by the path by the mill.

Paige lives at the top of the hill.

 

 

The mockingbird sits in the top of his tree.

Concealing what he knows in deep mystery.

How can life float by so easily

With the mockingbird sitting there in his tree?

 

Paige lives at the top of the hill.

Her Pappy lives there and he's livin' there still.

Everyone gets there by the path by the mill.

Paige lives at the top of the hill.

 

Pastures of Plenty they aren't just for the few.

Paige and me changed as we both grew.

But there were those things that neither of us knew.

But the Pastures of Plenty taught us what to do.

 

And Paige lives at the top of the hill.

Her Pappy lives there and he's livin' there still.

Everyone gets there by the path by the mill.

Paige lives at the top of the hill.

 

Copyright (C) 2004 Bob Wilders

(bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2004 R.A.Wilders

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We were sixteen when we first fell in love.

With the girls with the short skirts. That fit them like a glove.

We'd go to high school dances and they'd play our tunes.

And we'd dance with the girls. From across the room.

 

But it's not like that now. It's not as simple as that.

We've all grown much older. A little grayer and fat.

We've traded in our good times. For an eight hour day.

You spend all your time workin' You have no time to play.

 

I married the princess of the high school prom.

Didn't know I also married. Her Dad and Mom.

Not long after that I started in to work.

Sometimes wish I was back in high school. And not a workin' jerk.

 

But it's not like that now. It's not as simple as that.

We've all grown much older. A little grayer and fat.

We've traded in our good times. For an eight hour day.

You spend all your time workin' You have no time to play.

 

Well my High School Princess she up and left.

And after the divorce. She accused me of theft.

Says I stole her youth and her young high hopes.

Kind of wish I was back in high school. Relearning all the ropes.

 

'Cause it's not like that now. It's not as simple as that.

We've all grown much older. A little grayer and fat.

We've traded in our good times. For an eight hour day.

You spend all your time workin' You have no time to play.

 

Copyright (C) 2004 Bob Wilders  (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2004 R.A.Wilders

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Georgie was in prison when he got the word.

His wife she had left him, threw him another curve.

So he took off his shirt and tied it to the light.

Stuck his neck through it and then said "Goodnight."

 

And OH, WHAT A FOOL I'VE BEEN.

Thought she was my only friend.

Thought she'd stick to me like glue to the end.

OH, WHAT A FOOL I'VE BEEN.

 

Suzie was lyin' on her bed in the bedroom.

A letter near by its words full of gloom.

An empty pill bottle lies on the floor.

Yes, jilted, forsaken, she couldn't take it no more.

 

She cried OH, WHAT A FOOL I'VE BEEN.

Thought he was my only friend.

Thought he'd stick to me like glue to the end.

OH, WHAT A FOOL I'VE BEEN.

 

Now in everyone's life there comes a time when they must.

Forsake the loved one they thought they could trust.

But listen here folks, don't do yourselves in.

Just grab you a beer . . . and join in . . . Singin' . . .

 

OH, WHAT A FOOL I'VE BEEN.

Thought she was my only friend.

Thought she'd stick to me like glue to the end.

OH, WHAT A FOOL I'VE BEEN.

 

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(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2004 R.A.Wilders

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Hey wait a minute Sister. Who you tryin' to fool?

You know you're headin' nowhere at all girl. Why don't you just stay here at home?

You're thinkin' 'bout standin' out on that pavement. With your thumb stickin' out.

Tryin' to flag down a car to anywhere. Anywhere that's not here.

 

But if you want to travel. Don't move fast, don't move slow.

I'll be UP AND READY TO GO.

 

Go up to that bum there. Borrow a dollar from him.

The bus leaves in fifteen minutes, baby. You better hurry or you won't catch it.

What's that you're trying to sell girl? You say you got to find yourself.

Well I know where you should be found, honey. That's right here next to me

 

But if you want to travel. Don't move fast, don't move slow.

I'll be UP AND READY TO GO.

 

You say it's a big wide country. And there's lots of it you want to see.

Well, you don't have to see it all alone, baby. Why don't you see it with me?

And that Circus Ringmaster he's smiling. As they pack up their tents to leave.

Why don't we get in line behind them? And join their caravan.

 

'Cause if you want to travel. Don't move fast, don't move slow.

I'll be UP AND READY TO GO.

 

Copyright (C) 2004 Bob Wilders  (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2004 R.A.Wilders

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She lives in a big white mansion. High up on a big white hill.

She drives a big white Cadillac. And owns a whiskey still.

Her Daddy's a rich millionaire. Her Momma's a socialite.

Her brother lives in Paris, France. She's been rich all her life.

 

Oh and I love her. Oh and it's so fine.

And she loves me too.

AUTUMN, SPRING AND SUMMERTIME.

 

She takes me with her to pick peaches. Or go swimming in the lake.

She never gets tired or sleepy. She's always wide awake.

She doesn't got no worries. No problems to make her fret.

She has nothing to apologize for. No reason to feel regret.

 

And oh and I love her. Oh and it's so fine.

And she loves me too.

AUTUMN, SPRING AND SUMMERTIME.

 

She calls me her big strong daddy. Loves when I squeeze her tight.

Wiggles when I kiss her. Rocks me gently in the night.

I know she's been all around the world. And she's probably seen it all.

Whenever she gets back in town. You know she always gives me a call.

 

Oh and I love her. Oh and it's so fine.

And she loves me too.

AUTUMN, SPRING AND SUMMERTIME.

 

Copyright (C) 2004 Bob Wilders  (ASCAP)

(Bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2004 R.A.Wilders