Music – text of songs

Album – Sevens
Year     1997
Genre – Country

Oh, the snowflakes fell in silence
Over Belleau Wood that night
For a Christmas truce had been declared
By both sides of the fight
As we lay there in our trenches
The silence broke in two
By a German soldier singing
A song that we all knew

Though I did not know the language
The song was “Silent Night”

Then I heard my buddy whisper,
“All is calm and all is bright”
Then the fear and doubt surrounded me
‘Cause I’d die if I was wrong
But I stood up in my trench
And I began to sing along

Then across the frozen battlefield
Another’s voice joined in
Until one by one each man became
A singer of the hymn

Then I thought that I was dreaming
For right there in my sight
Stood the German soldier
‘Neath the falling flakes of white
And he raised his hand and smiled at me
As if he seemed to say
Here’s hoping we both live
To see us find a better way

Then the devil’s clock struck midnight
And the skies lit up again
And the battlefield where heaven stood
Was blown to hell again

But for just one fleeting moment
The answer seemed so clear
Heaven’s not beyond the clouds
It’s just beyond the fear

No, heaven’s not beyond the clouds
It’s for us to find it here

Album – Scarecrow
Year     2001
Genre – Country

Twenty-five minutes past quitting time
Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine
Paying no attention to them highway signs
Doing ninety miles an hour toward the county line
Quick sack, twelve pack, back agian
It’s a B double – E double – R U N.

My buddies and their babies letting down their hair
As long as we’re together it don’t matter where
Ain’t got a lot of money but we just don’t care
Knowing half the fun is getting there
Aztec, long-necks, paychecks spent
oh, it’s a B double – E double – R U N.

I can’t stop thinking
What the hell they were drinking
When they made this county dry
I got a week long thrist
And to make it worse
Lord, it’s my turn to drive

Laughing and a bragging and a carrying on
We loaded up the wagons and we headed home
I guess a half a dozen cases doesn’t last that long
Come tomorrow morning it’ll be all gone
Then, it’s turn around, leave town, sounds agian
Like a B double – E double – R U N.

Tell the children of Abraham
There’s a star over Bethlehem
And the light in the manger
Come a Christmas morn
When baby Jesus is born

Angel came to Mary
Said, I’m tellin’ you
The light of this world
Is shinin’ inside of you
His sweet forgiveness
Gonna set men free
The lame will walk
And the blind will see

Tell the children of Abraham
There’s a star over Bethlehem
And the light in the manger
Come a Christmas morn
When baby Jesus is born

Wise men following a holy light
Shepherds heard singing
In the midnight sky
And they all came a runnin’
Through the stable door
The meek and the mighty
The rich and the poor

Tell the children of Abraham
There’s a star over Bethlehem
And the light in the manger
Come a Christmas morn
When baby Jesus is born
Baby Jesus is born

If your paycheck depends on
The weather and the clock
If your conversation calls for
A little more than a coffee pot
If you need to pour your heart out
And try to rectify some situation
That you’re facing
Contact your American Honky-Tonk Bar Association

When Uncle Sam dips in your pocket
For most things you don’t mind
But when your dollar goes to all of those
Standing in a welfare line
Well rejoice you have a voice
If you’re concerned about the destination
Of this great nation
It’s called the American Honky-Tonk Bar Association

It represents the hardhat
Gunrack, achin’-back
Over taxed, flag-wavin’, fun-lovin’ crowd
They’re heart is in the music
And they love to play it loud
There’s no forms or applications
There’s no red tape administrations
It’s the American Honky-Tonk Bar Association

We’re all one big family
Throughout the cities and the towns
We don’t reach for handouts
we reach for those who are down
And every local chapter has a seven day a week
Available consultation
For your frustration
It’s called the American Honky-Tonk Bar Association

It represents the mud flaps
Six pack, beer crack
Over-taxed, flag-wavin’, fun-lovin’ crowd
They’re heart is in the music
And they love to play it loud
There’s no forms or applications
There’s no red tape administrations
It’s the American Honky-Tonk Bar Association

Album – Garth Brooks
Year:    1999
Genre -  Folk

First time he saw the ground get busted
He was ten and it was 1952
His daddy worked hard from sunup to sundown
And the goin’ got tough behind them ol’ grey mules

The farm grew to be a moneymaker
And the house he lived in grew up room by room
The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farmin’
So he slipped away one night ‘neath the harvest moon

His neck was red as Alabama clay
But the city’s call pulled him away
He’s got a factory job and runs a big machine
He don’t miss the farm or the fields of green

Now the city’s just a prison without fences
His job is just a routine he can’t stand
And at night he dreams of wide-open spaces
Fresh dirt between his toes and on his hands

Then one day a picture came inside a letter
Of a young girl with a baby in her arms
And the words she wrote would change his life forever
So he went to raise his family on the farm

His neck is red as Alabama clay
Now he’s goin’ home this time to stay
Where the roots run deep on the family tree
And the tractor rolls through the fields of green

His neck is red as Alabama clay
Now he’s goin’ home this time to stay
Where the roots run deep on the family tree
And the tractor rolls through the fields of green

His neck is red as Alabama clay

Album:  Ropin’ The Wind
Year:   1991
Genre:  Folk

Folks call me a maverick
Guess I ain’t too diplomatic
I just never been the kind to go along
Just avoidin’ confrontation
For the sake of conformation
And I’ll admit I tend to sing a different song
But sometimes you just can’t be afraid
To wear a different hat
If Columbus had complied
This old world might still be flat
Nothin’ ventured, nothin’ gained
Sometimes you’ve got to go against the grain
Well, I have been accused
Of makin’ my own rules
There must be rebel blood
Just a-runnin’ through my veins
But I ain’t no hypocrite
What you see is what you get
And that’s the only way I know
To play the game
Old Noah took much ridicule
For building his great ark
But after forty days and forty nights
He was lookin’ pretty smart
Sometimes it’s best to brave the wind and rain
By havin’ strength to go against the grain
Well, there’s more folks than a few
Who share my point of view
But they’re worried
If they’re gonna sink or swiim
They’d like to buck the system
But the deck is tacked against ‘em
And they’re a little scared
To go out on a limb
But if you’re gonna leave your mark
You can’t follow like a bunch of sheep
You got to listen to your heart
Go bustin’ in like old John Wayne
Sometimes you got to go against the grain
Nothin’ ventured, nothin’ gained
Sometimes you’ve got to go against the grain

Album:      Sevens
Year:       1997
Genre:      Country

Well you and I
We’re buddies
And we’ve been since we first met
Me any you
Well we’ve sure been through
Our share of laughter and regret

Lord knows we’ve had our bad days
And more than once we’ve disagreed
But you’ve always been a friend to me

You can be so stubborn
There’s times I think you just like to fight
And I hope and pray
I live to see a day
When you say I might be right

And there’s times I’d rather kill you
Than listen to your honesty
But you’ve always been a friend to me

You’ve always been
Time and again
The one to take my hand
And show to me it’s okay to be
Just the way I am
With no apology

Oh you’ve always been
And you will ‘till God knows when
Yes you’ve always been a friend to me

Artist -  Garth Brooks
Genre –  Country
              Folk

Early in the morning
about the break of day
the earlybird is working
so his life don’t fade away
spends his life denying that
he’s got no time for flying
in the breeze
High up on his own, the eagle flies alone
and he is free
Earlybird is scratching though
the going’s getting tough
time is passing by him and he just
can’t get enough
He’ll tell you all is well when
all is really going wrong
the Earlybird will wake one day
and find his life is gone
You know I like to lay in bed
and sleep out in the sun
Reading books and playing crazy music
just for fun
You know it makes feel so fine
and puts my mind at ease to
know that I don’t harm a soul
in doing what I please
aaahhhh, ahhhh , ahhhhh ahhh…..
Any old day you say,
ain’t gonna fade away
any old day you say,
ain’t gonna fade away

They were duelin’, Doolin-Dalton,
high or low, it was the same.
Easy money and faithless women,
redeye whiskey for the pain.
Go down, Bill Dalton, it must be God’s will,
two brothers lyin’ dead in Coffeyville.
Two voices call to you from where they stood.
lay down your lawbooks now, they’re no damn good.
Better keep on movin’, Doolin-Dalton,
till your shadow sets you free.
If you’re fast and if you’re lucky,
you will never see that hangin’ tree.
Well, the towns lay out across the dusty plains
like graveyards filled with tombstones
waitin’ for the names.
And a man could use his back or-use his brains,
but some just went stir crazy, Lord, ’cause
nothin’ ever changed
till Bill Doolin met Bill Dalton
He was workin’ cheap, just bidin’ time.
Then he laughed and said, “I’m goin’”,
and so he left that peaceful life behind.