1.Jar of Kisses
2.Back to Balsam Blues
3.Gulf of Mexico
There's lightning on the beach today high winds and heavy rain
Warnings on the radio and talk of hurricane
The neighbors are all boarded up and soon she'll watch them go
But she will ride the storm out on the Gulf of Mexico
He left on Tuesday mornin', said by Friday he'd be back
But now the wind is rising and the sky is boilin' black
She won't leave without him though her neighbors begged her so
He's makin' his way home to her on the Gulf of Mexico.
No roadblock, no padlock, no pounding rising tide
Will keep him from his promise to be back at her side
No power can be greater than the one that lovers know
When silent prayers are answered on the Gulf of Mexico
The sheriff's lights are flashin' and the highway's been shut
down.
The last few cars have left behind a ghostly seaport town
Waves are crashing 'round him, but he has no time to slow
Two miles ahead she's waiting on the Gulf of Mexico.
His house is underwater and his heart is filled with fear
But in the attic window burns a lantern bright and clear
It must have been a miracle, one only God can know
That spared those two lovers on the Gulf of Mexico.
No roadblock, no padlock, no pounding rising tide
Will keep him from his promise to be back at her side
No power can be greater than the one that lovers know
When silent prayers are answered on the Gulf of Mexico
4.Be Here With You
5.Full Grown Fool
6.Tell Me 'Bout You
7.Love Yourself
8.Ocean of Lonely
9.I Love To Be Alone
10.Cypress Lake
11.Dancin' on the Sunnyside of the Moon
Dancin' on the Sunnyside
Some people say I'm a nutty ol' coot,
Cause I never wear socks in my old cowboy boots.
I've got holes in my shoes, I've got holes in my pants,
And I'd love just to show you my ol' moonlight dance.
Chorus：
I'm Dancin' on the Sunnyside of the Moon
Where people think you're crazy as a loon.
But who the heck cares what you're missin' upstairs,
When you're Dancin' on the Sunnyside of the Moon.
Now sometimes I like to talk to myself
In voices that come from both sides of my mouth
I can whistle like a sailor and laugh like a clown,
And dance like a fool when that moon rolls around, cause
Chorus：
I'm Dancin' on the Sunnyside of the moon
Where people think you're crazy as a loon.
But who the heck cares what you're missin' upstairs,
When you're Dancin' on the Sunnyside of the moon.
I'm always makin' up stories in the back of my mind,
Sometimes I lead with the rhythm first, sometimes I break out in
rhyme.
But mostly I lead with my left foot and sing out of tune
When I'm waltzin' around on that sunny ol' moon.
Chorus：
I'm Dancin' on the Sunnyside of the moon
Where people think you're crazy as a loon.
But who the heck cares what you're missin' upstairs,
When you're Dancin' on the Sunnyside of the moon.
12.So Little Has Changed
Give me a reason that I can relate to,
Some practical wisdom to comfort my soul.
My mind's in the desert, its visions are hostile
And hope for tomorrow will soon take its toll.
We've marched to the drummer who now has no conscience,
He's led us and left us with no where to run.
And I fear for my family all decked out in helmets
Who fear for their own lives so they sleep with a gun.
Tell me what's different, tell me what's new
Since Rome had its legions and royalty reigned
Bombs are still flying and loved ones still dying
For all of our progress, So Little Has Changed.
I was so young when my grandmother told me
'Your father remembers things he's rarely shared.
They gave him some medals, he buried his buddies,
And came home so broken and no one much cared.'
One night Dad was talkin' of things he believed in
Lessons he'd learned that he used to ignore.
He spoke oh so softly, and looked at me sadly,
Said, 'They killed so many. We killed so many more.' So..
Tell me what's different, tell me what's new
Since Rome had its legions and royalty reigned
Bombs are still flying and loved ones still dying
For all of our progress, So Little Has Changed.
We've got high resolution political solution
Ah, but no resolution of peace at all cost.
Will wars keep on raging as we keep on aging
And all underprivileged are used up and lost.
Go sew seeds of hatred; remember the injury;
Feed paranoia and we'll perpetuate war.
Then we'll become history like all those before us
Who died as good soldiers for things that are no more.
Tell me what's different, tell me what's new
Since Rome had its legions and royalty reigned
Loved ones are crying and families are dying
For all of our progress, So Little Has Changed.
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