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               Tom Hall

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THE TIME OF MY LIFE

I was young, I was nave
Lookin’ for somethin’, now somethin’ to believe
Tell me somethin’, come on and make it real
Paint me a picture, come on and make me feel

It was the time, time of my life
It was the time, you know time of my life
I ordered Heaven, I ordered bliss
I ordered everything, I just couldn’t resist

Let’s go out dancin’, let’s have a ball
Let’s have a good time, you know and that ain’t all
Make me happy, come on and jump for joy
Why I ain’t nothin’, oh but a baby boy

I had the time, time of my life
I had the time, you know time of my life
I ordered Heaven, I ordered bliss
I ordered everything, I just couldn’t resist

Nothin’s ever over, nothin’s ever done
I’m starin’ at the moon, I’m starin’ at the sun
Come on Party Boy, sing me a song
Make it a good one, come on let’s all sing along

I had the time, time of my life
I had the time, you know time of my life
I ordered Heaven, I ordered bliss
I ordered everything, I just couldn’t resist


CALIFORNIA

What’s that memory, what’s that dream
They wind around like mountain streams
Turn and twist inside my mind
Rob my senses, leave me blind

Climb that mountain, see what’s there
Slaphappy people everywhere
A little luck, a little prayer
If all goes well we’ll soon be there

Lonely morning, highway signs
I gotta leave this town behind
Call me home now, rain or shine
Listen to that motor whine

California


FOOLS LIKE ME

Rolled into Frisco like a farmer, laid my money down
I asked the man at the counter, “Now are there any other fools in town?”
Fools in town, people like me
People I can relate to emotionally

He said “They’re up and down the sidewalk, some out runnin’ around
Some are cryin’ on the corner, you know there’s all kind of fools in town.”
Fools in town, people like me
People I can relate to emotionally

Some are talkin’ about money, some are not makin’ a sound
Some never stop talkin’, you know there’s all kind of fools in town
Fools in town, people like me
People I can relate to emotionally

Some are runnin’ to the altar, some are wearin’ a crown
Some never stop tryin’, there’s all kind of fools in town
Fools in town, people like me
People I can relate to emotionally

Rolled into Frisco like a farmer, I laid my money down
I asked the man at the counter, “Now are there any other fools in town?”
Fools in town, people like me
People I can relate to emotionally

People I can relate to emotionally
People I can relate to emotionally

Fools like me


GOES A LONG, LONG WAY

They got this bottled hot sauce down in Louisiann
You put some in your gumbo, you give your tongue a tan
Just like my little Dinah, a little of that goes a long, long way

Some might call her tiny, but Dinah says “Petite”
The kind of concentration that generates some heat
Just like my little Dinah, a little of that goes a long, long way

Goes a long, goes a long, long way
Goes a long, goes a long, long way

Well now that’s my little Dinah, she’s my heart’s desire
She’s built the way the Cajuns learned to bottle fire
A tiny little package, but a little of that goes a long, long way

Goes a long, goes a long, long way
Goes a long, goes a long, long way

Well I want you to try that hot sauce down in Louisiann
You put some on your gumbo, you give your tongue a tan
Like my little Dinah, a little of that goes a long, long way

Now when my little chili pepper, puts her hot lips to my ear
Every word she whispers is what I want to hear
Now that’s my little Dinah, a little of that goes a long, long way

Goes a long, goes a long, long way
Goes a long, goes a long, long way

Well I get a little lonely in the middle of the night
I say “Can you come over?” and she says “Dynamite!”
That’s my little Dinah, a little of that goes a long

That’s my little Dinah, and a little of that goes a long
That’s my little Dinah, a little of that goes a long, long way


SO CIRCUMSTANTIAL

The bogeyman is in my closet
Sandman is nowhere around
It’s all so circumstantial
And the real truth is hard to find
And the real truth is hard to find

I’m an innocent man, your Honor
You know I wouldn’t tell you no lie
It’s all so circumstantial
And the real truth is hard to find
And the real truth is hard to find

There’s no need to push me
If you really want to know the truth
There’s no need to get violent
I don’t need the abuse
No need to get so obtuse
If you want to know the truth

It’s all so bathed in mystery
It’s all so full of taboo
It’s all so circumstantial
And the real truth is hard to find
And the real truth is hard to find


MELANCHOLY SONG

She was a topless dancer
In a bottomless pit
Made pretty good money
But she put up with a lot of shit
Life can be rosy
Life can be blue

He works a s a delivery boy
In a broken down car
Got a girlfriend named Mona
That and ten cents won’t go very far
Life can be rosy
Life can be blue

It’s up in the morning, out on the job
It’s a blessing or a curse
One day you’re right, one day you’re wrong
It’s just a melancholy song

You could win the lottery
Sit on a golden throne
You could be a king
You’d never spend one night a lone
Life can be rosy
Life can be blue


JAMAICA

I want to live in the land of sunshine
I want to live where the warm wind blows
I want to live by the sand and ocean
I want to live in Jamaica
I want to live in Jamaica

Reggae music all through the night
Everything makes you feel alright
Grab a baby, bring a grandma too
Let’s all move to Jamaica
I want to live in Jamaica

On the island you’ll be smilin’ from the start
On the island, on the island things tug at your heart

Drink the rum, smoke the ganja too
Don’t wait for Heaven, all you have to do
Lie on a beach and dream all day
I want to live in Jamaica
Take me back to Jamaica

On the island you’ll be smilin’ from the start
On the island, on the island things tug at your heart

I want to live in the land of sunshine
I want to live where the warm wind blows
I want to live by the sand and ocean
I want to live in Jamaica
Take me back to Jamaica

I want to live in Jamaica
Take me back to Jamaica
Take me back to Jamaica


B. B. KING YOU WROTE MY LIFE

I’m sick, I’m old, and I’m busted
Sometimes it cuts me like a knife
I’m blue, I’m tired, and disgusted
B.B. King he wrote my life
B.B. King he wrote my life

The thrill is gone and out the window
Everyday I sing the blues
Baby’s gone and it’s finito
B.B. King he wrote my life
B.B. King he wrote my life

A life of repetition, constant dj vu
Out of control, on automatic
Somebody tell me what to do

Nobody loves me but my mother
How blue can you get’s no hype
It’s my own fault, it’s no other
B.B. King he wrote my life
B.B. King he wrote my life

BLUES BE GOOD

Doin’ time on the mainland
Got the blues in the night
There’s a reason for feeling this pain
I’ll be better by morning
I’m still walking upright
I’m standing alone in the rain

Well I’ve heard they’re a bad dream
From the people that know
All the manifestations of blue
But I’m not even sleepin’
My reactions are slow
To the changes I’m wandering through

Blues be good, blues be good
Blues be good to me
Go on and leave me alone
Blow on your saxophone
‘Cause the blues don’t belong to me

I’ve heard it from Ella
I’ve heard it from Miles
This feeling is something to try
Puts a strain on my fingers
I’ll try to do it in style
And remember to cover my eyes


SHIPS IN KANSAS CITY

Farmer, I’m just a farmer
That was never good enough for you
Dreamer, You were a dreamer
And I’ve been known to dream a little too

When the oceans touch Missouri
The Mississippi is the sea
Ships are anchored in Kansas City
And you’re sailing home to me

Sailor, he was a sailor
He told you about the things you’ve never seen
Baby, he took my baby
Now the only time I see you is in my dreams

Someday, it’s always someday
Someday you’ll turn a round and run to me
Maybe, maybe I’m just crazy
Dreamin’ of a dream that just can’t be


JUST ANOTHER DAY

Once there was, now there is a lifetime
Once in a while, and now and then there’s meaning
Once upon a time I was told a tale of forever
And once or twice I caught myself in time
Yeah once or twice I caught myself in time

Now and then you tell me there are demons
Time and again I tell you they’re just you
Now and then I wonder about tomorrow
Yeah and time after time I wake up in another day
Yeah time after time it’s just, just another day

Now in a madcap race, act like it’s forever
In and out there ain’t no doubt whatsoever
Keep your cool, it’s a rule to grow on
Yeah just hold on and grab the reins of today
Yeah just hold on it’s just, just another day

Time can make you old when there’s no reason
Time can point the way, don’t deny the season
Time is all there is when you’re out runnin’
Yeah slow yourself down and make some time for today
You gotta slow yourself down, it’s just, just another day

In a madcap race, act like it’s forever
In and out there ain’t no doubt whatsoever
Keep your cool, it’s a rule to grow on
Just hold on and grab the reins of today
Now just hold on it’s just, just another day

Once there was, now there is a lifetime
Once in a while, now and then there’s meaning
Once upon a time I was told a tale of forever
You know, and once or twice I caught myself in time
Seems all I ever think about is time

Yeah just hold on it’s just, just another day
Oh just hold on it’s just, just another day
Just hold on, just hold on, just hold on, just hold on


MOVE ON NOW

Up and down these same old tracks
Sometimes I feel like I can’t go back
Runnin’ on fumes, runnin’ on hype
Runnin’ on empty all through the night
Move on now
Move on now

Can’t go on feeling like this
I’m custom made for this accident
Runnin’ all day, runnin’ all night
Runnin’ nowhere with all of my might
Move on now
Move on now

I’ve lost direction, or is it just me
Can’t blame it all on the calamity
I’m not deep when it comes to you
I’m not nothing, I’m just another fool
Move on now
Move on now

I need some oxygen, I’m not breathing yet
When you’re in the water you don’t know it’s wet
Runnin’ for survival, runnin’ from you
Runnin’ is all I ever seem to do
Move on now
Move on now


ALIAS JESSE JAMES

From over a hundred years ago
Comes a tall tale hand-me-down
‘Bout a horse drawn buggy with a man inside
Throwin’ rock-hard candy down

All the kids would hang around
Waiting patiently to play the game
Mister Howard was the man inside
Alias, alias Jesse James

Great Granddad was a Southern soldier
Fought in the War Between the States
Tin type of a fine young captain
To the South he did pledge his faith

Everyone knew the war was over
Johnny Reb he had had his day
Mister Howard was the man inside
Alias, alias Jesse James

Oh Grandma won’t you tell me a story
From over a hundred years ago
‘Bout Grandpa and his days of glory
Every child, every child ought to know

Memories and a four leaf clover
They will keep pressed between the glass
Strange times when you’re growing older
The dust will settle you’ll be free at last


I DON’T NEED THE HURT

Everybody tells me “Leave her”
Everyone says I better run
All my friends say “Leave that woman”
I know it needs to be done
All my friends say “Leave that woman”
I know it needs to be done

Oh but when she holds me, and when she tells she cares
Oh when she’s lovin’ me, you know I’m glad she’s there
Oh when she’s lovin’ me, you know I’m glad she’s there

I know she can’t be trusted, I know I’m headed for a fall
I should leave and forget that woman
I don’t need the hurt at all
I should leave and forget that woman
I don’t need the hurt at all

You know I’ve had too many heartaches
Lord I’ve weathered too much pain
Why is it I don’t use my reason?
Is this what it means to be insane?

I know she can’t be trusted, I know I’m headed for a fall
I should leave and forget that woman
I don’t need the hurt at all
Well I should leave and forget that woman
I don’t need the hurt at all

You know I’ve had too many heartaches
Lord I’ve weathered too much pain
Why is it I don’t use my reason?
Is this what it means to be insane?

Oh but when she holds me, and when she tells she cares
Oh when she’s lovin’ me, you know I’m glad she’s there
Oh when she’s lovin’ me, you know I’m glad she’s there


WATCHIN’ THE WORLD

I’d like to own New York City
I’d be a big shot in that town
Be like hangin’ out with Bill O’Conner
Watchin’ the world go ‘round
Watchin’ the world spinnin’ ‘round

I’d like to find me a woman
One without a trace of a frown
We could learn to do the tango
Watchin’ the world go ‘round
Watchin’ the world spinnin’ ‘round

If I had everything I wanted
I’d be smiling like a clown
I’d have a shot of tequila
Watchin’ the world go ‘round
Watchin’ the world spinnin’ ‘round

When I die and I go to Heaven
I’ll be wearing a long white gown
I’ll be starin’ down from Glory
Watchin’ the world go ‘round
Watchin’ the world spinnin’ ‘round

All songs written by Tom Hall and published by Max Berry Music (BMI),
 except “Goes A Long, Long Way” written by Denny Osburn & Michael
A. Becker and published by Max Berry Music, and
 "Alias Jesse James",
written by Greg Camp and published by GutziBalziRootsey Musi
c (BMI)

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