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       Mark Montgomery

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TOWN TOPIC - Page 1

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SMALL CHANGE

I came home last night feeling I was feelin’ alright
I had a good night when I stuck my key in the back door
And as the door swung open
You were there on my kitchen floor
You had my piggybank broke open
You were counting out small change
Small change

You were lookin’ for love when you found my money
Then the money ran out, things got funny
You took off but now you’re back after all this time
You’re on my kitchen floor
And you’re pickin’ up small change
Small change

You were having a bad time and I did all I could for you
But you took my Visa card and my brand new shoes
You cleaned out my bank account
The pawn shop got my ring
You’re on your hands and knees
And you’re countin’ out small change
Small change


THE ONLY QUEEN

Buzz buzz buzz you’re my honeybee
Buzz buzz buzz you’re my honeybee
I could search the world over, you’re the only queen for me

I want to be with you Baby when the nights are long
I wanna feel you buzzin’ when you sing your song
Buzz buzz buzz you’re my honeybee
I could search the world over, you’re the only queen for me

No more congregatin’ in the fields of clover
Let the other drones have what’s left over
Buzz Buzz Buzz you’re my honeybee
When I see you Mama, you know I wanna climb your tree

You’re a green eyed mommy, don’t like the little bees
Don’t like to hear ‘em buzzin’ and singin’ for me
Buzz buzz buzz you’re my honeybee
When I see you Mama, you know I wanna shake your tree

But one night when I came home late, the queen reminded me
About that praying mantis and her man’s destiny
The black widow spider who no longer has a mate
The next time you come home, boy you better not be late

Buzz buzz buzz you’re my honeybee
Buzz buzz buzz you’re my honeybee
When I see you Baby, you know I wanna climb your tree
I could search through the clover
But you’re the only queen for me


TALK TO YOUR DOCTOR

If you suffer needlessly, from the ups and downs of life
Excessive failures, bad dreams, and a nagging husband or a greedy ex-wife
Too much month left over, when the money is all through
Talk to your doctor, see if the blues is right for you

If you can’t stand to see or hear what’s on your TV set
The local news makes you burp up everything that you just et
There’s people all around you, but you’re lonely through and through
Talk to your doctor, see if the blues is right for you

The blues is just music with a feelin’
About the lowdown dirty hand life is dealin’
It can lower your blood pressure and improve your attitude
It just might keep you from goin’ postal
But side effects may include:

Dry mouth, and weepy eyes
A bad need for dark chocolate
And a waistband of increased size
Some late night two fisted drinkin’
Insomnia the whole day through
Talk to your doctor, see if the blues is right for you

If you find the time too late to save your sorry skin
And you have a hard time believin’ all the trouble you find yourself in
Your heart keeps palpitatin’, your head needs defibrillatin’
And a lowdown sinkin’ feelin’ falls on you, and there ain’t no escapin’

If you suffer from amnesia when it’s time to pay your dues
These are signs beyond a doubt you may already have the blues
Don’t ignore the symptoms, they get worse with time, it’s true
So talk to your doctor, see if the blues is right for you

The blues is just music with a feelin’
About that lowdown losin’ hand life is dealin’
A powerful antidote for an incurable bad mood
An alternative way to get through the day
But side effects may include:

A voracious appetite for beer and barbeque
The need to dance the Bus Stop the whole night through
Shaky hips and tremblin’ lips, and an empty head at two
Talk to your doctor, see if the blues is right for you.

Blues is a style of music that evolved from southern
African-American secular songs, and is usually distinguished by flatted thirds and sevenths, as well as the occasional flat five.
Lyrical content usually expresses a state of melancholy or depression.
Not to be confused with the side effect called Jazz, which is also an American style of music, characterized by strong but flexible rhythms, with solo and ensemble improvisations over basic tunes and chord patterns, or to give great pleasure to, by exaggeration or lies. 
Talk to your doctor and see if the blues is right for you.


B-MOVIE STAR

I saw you yesterday down at the ghetto mart
You were pumpin’ gas into your car
The rain was fallin’ down, you had a rabbit fur coat on
Lookin’ like a B-movie star

Standin’ in the rain you had a mean look in your eye
Your hair was tussled from the night before
You started ‘cross the driveway with your Cadillac walk
And my jaw dropped straight down to the floor

‘Cause I’m just crazy ‘bout you baby
Can’t say I’m not ‘cause I’d be lyin’
You’re my B-movie star
Sweet nectar on the vine

Your cheap sunglasses make you look so mean
A cigarette dangles from your ruby lips
Some Crown Royal hangin’ on your head from the night before
You got tight fittin’ polyester on your hips

If I was thinking of a number in between one and 5
You’d come in around a 9 or 10
So I wandered cross the street to get a better look
And I ‘bout got run over by a Mercedez Benz

I’m just crazy ‘bout you baby
Can’t say I’m not ‘cause I’d be lyin’
‘Cause you’re my B-movie star
You’re my sweet nectar on the vine

I picked up my hat and brushed myself off
And made my way closer to the door
I was watchin’ you like a camera as you came waltzin’ out
In those funky cheetah slippers that you wore

If I got close enough to look you in the eye
My knees might go to rubber and my fever might go high
Your cherry blossom lips ain’t got no sign of a smile
You’re one boss tomato Baby, you just drive me wild

‘Cause I’m just crazy bout you Baby
Can’t say I’m not ‘cause I’d be lyin’
‘Cause You’re my B-movie star
Sweet nectar on the vine

You’re my B-movie star, if it’s only in my mind

JOHNSON COUNTY BLUES

I got the Johnson County blues, yes I got ‘em here today
I got the Johnson County blues, yes I got ‘em here today
Sittin’ here on 11th
See what the judge has to say

Troubled times like these can sure make a man go wrong
Troubled times like these can make a good man go wrong
But I can’t make nothin’
Sitting here in 51

There ain’t no sleepin’ in this crowded dirty jail
There ain’t no sleepin’ in this crowded dirty jail
The train tracks right outside
You know it’s a busy rail

When the Burlington Northern runs across the Santa Fe Trail
When the Burlington Northern cuts across the Santa Fe Trail
Well I think about my baby
Every time I hear that whistle wail

Some folks got it made in this land of opportunity
Some folks got it made in this land of opportunity
This place called Johnson County, well it ain’t no place for me

I got the Johnson County blues, yes I got ‘em here today
I got the Johnson County blues, yes I got ‘em here today
Sittin’ here on 11th
See what the judge has to say


TOWN TOPIC

Yes, it was just another one of those nights, nothin’ was going alright
You been hangin’ around the place waitin’ on that one phone call that ain’t comin’ in at all
So you get kinda tired of waitin’ and decide to walk on down to the local tavern on the corner just a block or so from here to have a drink or two
A drink or two o’clock in the mornin’
Three or four cocktails later they’re singin’ last call
The clock on the wall…..
You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here…
Not unless you’re sleepin’ with one of the waitresses and hoping to doesn’t count Sir, you gotta go
so you feel the immediate need for a late night greasy cheese burger and fries
The last stop in a less than perfect evening
Down at the Town Topic…..

Well I was downtown at the diner drinkin’ coffee ‘til two
Wondering how I was gonna get home, I was contemplatin’ calling you
I was over by the jukebox when you came rollin’ in
With Billy Ray and Bobby, my three best friends

Now you’re the Town Topic, everybody knows your name
And if the truth hurts Baby, you ain’t feelin’ no pain

I heard you were down on Broadway making trouble in the streets
I heard you and someone were gettin’ hot between the sheets
I heard a nasty rumor that I’m all out of time  
And you’d no longer be all mine

‘Cause you’re the Town Topic, everybody knows your name
And if the truth hurts Baby, you ain’t feelin’ no pain

You know I love you Baby, it’s a matter of time
If I don’t get you Mama I’ll go out of my mind
I’d buy you a Quick Stop rose and a box of wine and all
If you would just return my call

Well I finally caught you Sunday you were down at the laundromat
What is that dress you’re wearin’, I don’t think I bought you that
I walked right up and asked you if what I heard was true
You said, “Don’t pay ‘em no attention Baby, they’re just jealous of you.”

You’re the Town Topic, everybody knows your name
And if the truth hurts you ain’t feelin’ no pain

Yeah, so there we were together again, you and me and my so-called friends
But I let you go on, you didn’t have room for me in your car anyway
And besides that, I was waitin’ on my jukebox selections -  a little Ray Charles “I Can’t Stop Loving You” or Johnny Mathis “Chances Are”
But all I heard was Abba “Take A Chance On Me” and Barry Manilow crooning “I was a fool”
So I paid my check and left Shirley a quarter
She mumbled something obscene about me as she was puttin’ her receipts in order
And I turned and walked out into the sultry Kansas City night
I went south on Broadway, up the hill, through the park towards midtown
Damn! Just my luck, it’s startin’ to rain.


A GOOD MAN

My baby loves me, even though sometimes I can be unkind
My baby loves me, even though sometimes I can be unkind
But I try to be a good man, sometimes a good man’s hard to find

I do everything she tells me, sometimes I get it right
I do everything the way she wants, sometimes I get it right
And I try to be a good man, even though a good man’s hard to find

Go to work in the mornin’, do my job and I get my pay
I’m all tore up by the time I get home and I got nothing good to say
But I try to be a good man, but a good man’s hard to find
But in the absence of a good man, a hard man’s good to find
Yeah, when you just can’t find a good man, a hard man’s good to find


WAY UP YONDER

Way up yonder on that hill, that’s where my baby stayed
Way up yonder on that hill, that’s where my baby stayed
That house stands empty, my baby’s gone away

Way up yonder on that hill, that’s where my baby lived
Way up yonder on that hill, that’s where my baby lived
I was a foolish man and she could not forgive

Way up yonder on that hill, my baby’s gone
Way up yonder on that hill, my baby’s gone
That house is empty, and I’m down here on the farm

Way up yonder on that hill, love used to live
Way up yonder on that hill, love used to live
I was a mean, mean man, and she could not forgive

Way up yonder on that hill, that’s where my baby stayed
Way up yonder on that hill, that’s where my baby stayed
Well the house stands empty, my baby’s gone away
 

LONELY KANSAS CITY NIGHT

The steamy night has fallen, it’s just past twilight
A big full moon is risin’ from beneath a red streetlight
The traffic on the overpass cuts the silence like a knife
On a lonely Kansas City night

Neon lights are flashin’ down on the boulevard
There’s a taxi waitin’ in front of the old Westside bar
The cops are shakin’ someone down after playing his last card
On a lonely Kansas City night

No one knows our secrets, we don’t talk about our past
But time reveals the truth, a good secret never lasts
So I’ll walk on down to Broadway and curse the sky for being gray
I try to change the way things were but it ends up just the same

You never know just what you’ve had ‘til winter comes along
You never cared for loneliness and now you find yourself alone
The cold November wind cuts you right down to the bone
On a lonely Kansas City Night

No one knows our secrets, still the truth is plain to see
All that time with the truth, and a good secret never bothered me
As I look out my window and curse the world for being gray
The sun won’t shine, the clouds won't rain but they just won't go away

The seasons change like day and night every time I turn around
Autumn’s color never lasts and it’s a old dark, windy town
“Will work for food” the sign reads and there’s a cold rain fallin’ down
On a lonely Kansas City night
On a lonely Kansas City night

All songs written by Mark Montgomery and published by Max Berry Music (BMI)

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