Sundown-what a way to end a day
Sundown-it is the beginning of the ending of another day
Sundown-it is a tragedy in the making
If you squandered this day

Sundowns are like a life
There’s a beginning and an ending
Every culmination of every single day, as with a life
Is sad no matter how wonderful it has been

Sundown, Sundown what a way to end a day
We pay little attention to ordinary days
But no day is really just ordinary
Every day is a one of a kind
And sundowns remind us
That this day was so fine

Did you lend a helping hand
Did you laugh or make someone smile
Were you honest and sincere

Sundowns are for counting your blessings
And being thankful for this unique one of a kind day
Sundown, sundown-what a way to end the day


It don’t matter what I say
Cause, Baby, you don’t listen anyway
I’ve loved you for so long now, I know
When you’re mad, you pout and off you go

You never even let me explain
Most times it’s a misunderstanding
Baby, Baby how I love you so
But you have got to learn how to listen
Give me just five minutes of your time
Then you’ll be able to make up your mind

Baby, Baby please listen to what I say
Cause you ain’t making it easy to stay
There’s always two sides to any story
Please listen or I’ll just have to walk away

I have been loyal and I have been true
You won’t ever find someone better
So learn to listen, Baby, please do
You know I do not want to lose you

But you have got to learn to listen

By This Time

By this time tomorrow you’re gonna be a distant memory
Told you I’d leave you but you did not believe me
Now you’re gonna need a whole lot of sympathy
By this time tomorrow I’ll be breathing fresh air
I’ll be smiling even though we were a pretty good pair
But, Honey, you’ve got way too much baggage to care

By this time tomorrow I’ll be clean out of sight
Sure liked you a lot except you do like to fight
Had to leave cause of your temper-I’m doing what’s right
By this time tomorrow I’ll be celebrating
Just way too much irritating and aggravation
Stayed cause I thought you’d change-now ain’t no doubting

By this time tomorrow my healing will see me through
Being true to myself, now I know is way past due
Love should be dark-should be like a rainbow hue
Honey you have got to stop making a storm
Especially when the sun is shining
By this time tomorrow you’re gonna be just a distant memory

A Beer

I like to go to my favorite bar at the City Café
Like to watch a game, eat hot wings, have a beer
I’m as contented as a tick on a hound
Then invariably it happens
Have no fear

A gal sits down beside me
Got a shiner the size of a moon pie
Starts weeping and telling me her life story
Oh, give me a break
All I wanted was a beer

Say her boyfriend is 6’6”, 350lbs.
If he comes in, I should run, run, run
I attract these gals like flies to honey
Is it cause I sit at the end of the bar
Ord do I have a sign on me
A sign that says “sucker for a sob story”?

I could stay home but I love this bar
Big Screen TV is a draw and hot wings to die for
Gonna tell them gals
No more sob stories
No more, no more
That’s what bar tenders are for

The River’s Edge

I went down, down to the water’s edge
Watched the tides for a long, long time
Thought how easy it would be
To just let the water carry me
These are the times that try my soul
Though there are wonders for me to behold
Lost my way so many years ago
Now the blight of loneliness leaves me cold
River to the sea carry me, carry me
Along a path unknown to thee
Gentle rain falling on the rushing sea
Like my life full of choices, full of doubt
My eyes are open but stll I cannot see
For my heart is cold since you left me
Like the sea tides, life comes and goes
Leaving remnants of all that it beholds
I went down to the water’s edge
Watched the tides for a long, long time
Thought how easy it would be
To just let the water carry me
Carry me Ole Man Sea, carry me
Carry me home across the sea
Carry me to the place where I want to be
Carry me, carry me, carry me

The Pauper Man

The doors to the chapel were draped in black

Turned down low were all the amber lights

Sweet soft music now being played

Final resting place in this lovely glade

A bucolic setting fit for queen and kings

Yet today a lonely pauper was being laid

Laid to rest in this chapel’s bright garden

Amongst the famous writers and poets like the Bard

A pauper whose only claim to fame

Was that he had been a true and honest man

A simple example of what God had intended

When He likened us to his humble son

Goodness and mercy followed this pauper man

A shining example that we all can understand

The Golden Rule was his beacon of light

And helping others to see what is right

The glory and heavens

Waiting for the pauper man