We Don't Live

We don't live too long
We got to sing our Psalms
We got to speak our mind
In hopes one day we will fight

Give me water to drink
Give me food to eat
Give me a job 'till I grow cold
Give me a place to call my home

Dust off your tired eyes
We gotta take 'em by surprise
I wanna see a riot
Happening all the time
All the time, all of the time

Eye Spy

I spy with
my little eye
Something creeping
Across the sky
It's me and my girl
In our own little world

Guess what?
Chicken butt!
Laugh all day
Happy or not
Seasons change
I'll remain there same

Sailing
Next afternoon
Sun is shining
Moon is too
Smile at each other
Special way we do

Now it's time
To bury your horses
Get back home
Finish your courses
Winter's near
I'll be swinging here

Let's Dance

Let's Dance in the Autumn light

Let's romance tonight

I have seen your inner being

I know you more than I know me

You're not alone

You can call me on the telephone

Your number's ringing in my mind

I saw a bird go by

She turned into a butterfly

And promised to never look back

Then the rose grew

It turned her skin to blue

And proved to me 

She's still memory

The Jane Collective

Born and raised
Born and raised
I've been born and raised by
A single mother on her own

Three jobs
One son
Never did
Reach bottom
At the end of the day
I got debt to pay, yeah

Think it's time
To call on Jane
Found her number
On the bathroom mirror
Tomorrow I'll make
That drive to Chicago

Born and raised
Born and raised
I've been born and raised by
A single mother on her own

Bury Me Deep

Bury me deep
Under the old oak tree
Bury me deep
Where I'll rest in peace

Bury me deep
Under the yellow sand
Bury me deep
In my own home land

Bury me deep
Under the blue green sea
Bury me deep
With Heaven's gate key

Bury me deep
Under the open road
Bury me deep
Without this heavy load

Bury me deep
Under the tall corn field
Bury me deep
With my family shield

Bury me deep
Under the flower bed
Bury me deep
Where Jesus bled

Bury me deep
Under the black oil soil
Bury me deep
where there is no toil

Bury me deep
under the cloudless sky
Bury me deep
where angel's fly

Bury me deep
Under father sun
Bury be deep
Where I started from

Bury me deep
Under other moon
Bury me deep
But not too soon

Tin Soldiers

Ten more soldiers
Over yonder
I can see
The enemy

Right next door
War on the poor
I say roll over
Ask for more

You're walking the beat
We're moving our feet
You got a gun son
But we got arms

Wearing Black

Wearing black on a sunny day
Watching flowers move in the wind
Just saw a bird, she's lost her way
Some would say clip her wings

He reached out and took my hand
Waving his arms, conducting the show
He sits down. he will not stand
Waiting for his 22 candles to blow

A polka came on, he danced in his chair
All of his favorites are by Myron Floren
Mr. Bubble or he doesn't care
If you're lucky he might call you Old Man