I’m on the road baby I’m, doing

my job, I think about you all the

time, it keeps me working real

hard. Time’s a getting near,

yeah it won’t be long, my work

will over and I’ll have sung my

good night song.

Baby I’ll be, heading on home to

you, just you wait and see, that

knock on the door will be me.

Yeah I’ll be, heading on home to

you, so, let out the cat, settle

on back, kick off your shoes, I’m

heading on home to you.

I’ve been gone baby from your

side much too long, but in my

mind I see you every time I sing

a love song. You’re the only one

gal, who can get me high; it’s

been your love for all these

years that’s gotten me by.

I pack away my gear, finish my

last beer, think of us together

again, I know that time is

drawing near. When I see the

lights of my hometown coming in

sight, I know you’ll be waiting at

the door any time of the day or

night.

I said just you wait and see,

that knock on the door will be

me. Baby I’ll be, Heading on

home to you.

Ahab, oh Ahab, I bear thee no

grudge, thy course in life I care

not to judge, but if ye a good

mind to disrupt my good time, I’ll

bring unto thee, a fate so

unkind.

For I roam these seas bearing no

one ill will, seeking warm weather

and seas that are still, wanting

safe passage from the cold

waters chill and to avoid

Queequeg’s harpoon’s that kill.

Ahab, oh Ahab, pleas heed

Starbucks plea, fly these deadly

waters live this white whale be,

release this obsession ye long to

hold fast and pray that your God

will see your madness pass.

For many a man has gone down

to the sea, to seeking there

fortune on the bounty there be

but Davey Jones locker is filled

to the brim, with the bones of

the brave souls who’s luck has

run thin.

Now I hear the sound of the

long boats in chase, I see the

fear on the harpooners face, my

vengeance is swift as I seal

Ahab fate and deliver his soul

down below to hells gate.

Ahab, oh Ahab, ye sought out

revenge, but found only death

for you ship and your men, twas

not the White Whale that

delivered thy end, but the pride

of a captain and his lust for revenge.

I’ve been stepped on, kicked

around, lied to and dumped upon.

I’ve been set up and I’ve been let

down and given a case of the run-a-

round. I love music but I hate the “biz”,

I’d go back to Kansas if I could find the “Wiz”.

But ain’t life a bitch. I work so

hard you think I would be rich, but

it’s all I can do to keep my wheels

out of the ditch and ain’t life a bitch.

I’ve worked nice clubs I’ve worked

in dives, worked Holiday Inn’s just

to stay alive. I’ve opened malls I’ve

closed dance halls, I’ve played

weddings, yeah, I’ve done em’ all

I’ve been overworked, I’ve been

underpaid, I’ve been rained out on

holidays. I’ve worked for jerks,

mean dirt bags, young putt-sis and

old scumbags. Blown up amps and

broken strings, these are just a

few of my favorite things.

I’ve played long sets without a rest

in the mid day heat of old Key West

I played in pain I’ve played

in rain; I played to the noise of

loud jet planes. In smoke filled

rooms with air so stale, I’ve played

in the cold with snow and hail.

Stop and take a look around,

you’ll be surprised what can be

found, the joy you seek in life is

all around. Your destination is

not the goal it’s just crossroads

for your soul, ’cause when this

journey ends another begins.

the joy is in the journey and

when this one ends another

begins. Yeah the joy is in the

journey and when this one ends

another begins, then again and

again.

Life’s too short to let it pass,

ya’ gotta slow down, try to

relax, get into he moment and

make it last. ‘Cause if you hurry

through this life, all ya’ gonna’

get is stress and strife and what

you miss is the best part of your life.

There’s more to life than meets

the eye, there’s more to living

than waiting to die, you start to

live when you learn to love the ride.

Warm winds blow on a winters

day, the jet set sails down there

to play. America’s paradise

license tags say, down in the

West Indies where the steel

drums play.

A silver bird is going to fly me

away, leave my blues behind with

these cold winters days. I’m

gonna, lay in the sun down in

Megan’s Bay, I’m going to St.

Thomas for a holiday.

The sun will make you lazy make

you island crazy and if you ain’t

there, well it ain’t too rare.

Cause this is paradise and the

whole world, gets a share, you’ll

never know who you’ll meet, on

holidays there.

a silver bird is going to fly me

away gonna leave my blues

behind with these cold winter

days. Gonna lay in the sun down

in Megan’s Bay, going St.

Thomas for a holiday, going to

the islands and I just might

stay.

So, fly me away. I’m going to

leave here today, fly me

away.

All the good and bad qualities

that you love or hate about me

there the same ones that you possess

and what you love and hate about yourself

call me crazy but i know it’s true

your a mirror of me and I’m a mirror of you

You can’t love in somebody else

what you don’t love within yourself

and what you hate within yourself your

gonna hate in everyone else

you might already know and this ain’t news

your a mirror of me and I’m a mirror of you

When you see in somebody else the qualities

that you possess the character that they

project that’s that’s mirror image you project

it’s elementary when you see the clues

your a mirror of me and I’m a mirror of you

Always look before you leap and you’ll

avoid the fire’s heat and if you rush to judge

somebody else you may be passing judgement

on your self there’s no exception and it’s

always the rule your a mirror of me and

I’m a mirror of you.

Now she’s gone and all I do is

miss her. Just once more, I

want to hug and kiss her. I miss

her so and I want her to know,

I still love her so. Heartache.

Heartbreak.

My daddy told me “son time

heals all wounds” but that ain’t

no comfort and it’s, none to

soon. You know what I’m feeling

now is empty and blue, without

you. Heartache. Heartbreak.

I wander around, all around

town, places that we used to go.

I hope and I pray, that maybe

someday, I’d ind you and here’s

what I’d say.

Oh how I missed you and I long

for your touch, the smell of you

perfume and sound of your voice,

let’s start anew baby you know I

love you and love me too.

Heartache. Heartbreak.

Love can be healing or love it can

destroy, make your spirits soar

or cause your downfall, it’s

better to have loved and lost

than never loved at all.

Heartache. Heartbreak.

You’re a run-a-way dream on a one-

way street, bound and determined

one step ahead of defeat. And

your growing, and it’s showing.

Don’t you ever lose your dreams,

your dreams their all you’ve got,

and don’t you ever change your

ways, and be someone your

not. Only you know, who you really

are, where you’re going and just

how far. so don’t you ever, lose

your dreams.

Love may come and love may go,

love may never stay that’s so, you

may long for a love one day, to be

deep and true and never fade away.

true love will come, I know that

it’s true, if you believe in dreams,

like I do. And that’s the same for

me, as it is for you.

It’s the same for me as it it is for

you, there ain’t no difference

between the two, working on your

dreams you’ll get the blues, and

one thing in life you’ll find that’s

true. That no matter how long, or

hard it seems, only you’ll know just

what these, sacrifices mean. So,

don’t you ever, lose your dreams.

So don’t you ever lose your dreams,

your dreams their what you are,

and don’t you ever change your

ways, or stop wishing on a star. If

you really believe, in your own

dream, you see it’s not as hard as

it may seem. So, don’t you ever

lose your dreams.

Make me feel relief, put me in a

state of total disbelief, I am all

so new at this, show me again

what I might have missed , you

turn it on and it sets me free,

please don’t stop or sad I’ll be,

through your ways I begin to

see, turn your magic on, in front

of me.

Make my mind enjoy, my

emotions they are your toys,

solitude I’ve come to find when

you open up my mind, awake my

senses and let me feel, a place

where only your love is real, let

me be the one to ask you please,

turn your magic on, in front of

me.

Set my spirit free, only your

magic can do it for me, show me

things I’ve never seen take me to

heights that I’ve never been, I

am under your magic spell, show

me your secret I’ll never tell,

most of all and sincerely, turn

your magic on, in front of me.

You can roll your smoke and snort

your coke, and you can shoot your

smack and smoke your crack and

you can get so high that you think

you can fly and your going to live

forever and never going to die.

But if you dance with the devil

there’s going to be hell to pay. X3

You can drink and drive just like a

bat-out-of-hell on French

champagne or muscatel, and say

you’re your OK and you’re not that

high, or that accidents happen to

the other guy.

You can get your kicks from lot’s

of chicks, or get your high’s from

lot’s of guy’s, and you can have

more sex than anybody else and

think your so slick and that you’ll

never get sick.

You can be our cash on a horse

that’s fast or risk the rent on a

sport’s event and think you’re so

lucky you can beat the odds or

that you’re doing something special like a

demy-God.

I just got your letter, telling me

the news, that you’ve found

yourself a new love and your

leaving me the blues.

You said we were soul mates and

together we would be, now you’ve

set my soul adrift, out upon the

lonesome sea.

You said you’d come back and be

with me, for the rest of

eternity. Now my dreams are

shattered, scattered just like

leaves, with no one to blame for

my troubles but me.

Well you don’t know what you’ve

got, till what you’ve got is gone,

I should have made you my wife,

but I waited much too long.

And if you ever come back, you

know right where I’ll be, I’m

right here where you left me,

out upon the lonesome sea.

Oh dear Lord won’t you hear my

case, I’m working in a place and

I just can’t relate, to the hours

and the pay for six bloody days,

but until I get a break this is

where I’m going to stay.

Working for somebody else, I

said it just don’t pay.

I got me a job and man it really

sucks, but I just figure it’s part

of my bad luck and what the hell

a buck’s a buck and I’ll get out

of here with any kind of luck.

Don’t get me wrong folks it’s not

that I’m lazy, it’s just that I’d

have to be pretty damn crazy,

to work so hard for somebody

else when I could be making more

if I was working for myself.

I’m working my life away for so

little pay, waiting all week for

the seventh day and in the back

of my mind I know that there’ll

come a time, when the things I

dream of someday will be mine.

I know this story ain’t no front

page news, it’s just another case

of working man’s blues, yeah but

someday maybe when I pay my

dues, I’ll get out of here lord

and that will be news.