It Is Finished (Verse) I didn't see you carry that cross I didn't see you fall Didn't see the blood you shed No, I don't remember it at all (Verse) But, you saw my face Long before my life began And the times I'd let you down Were written in your plan (Chorus) When You said "It is finished" The debt was paid for me Every sin I would carry Died on Calvary You held the power To just walk away Oh, but you didn't Till it was finished that day (Verse) You bore our sins on that tree As they crowned you in disgrace Only love kept you there As you took our place And... (Chorus) (Refrain) Finished, it was finished Oh, it was finished, umm Oh finished, it was finished (Bridge) Three days the stone was silent Then an angel rolled it back Doubters became believers Death had met its match (Breakdown chorus) (Outro) Only love kept you there Yeah, only love kept you there Till it was finished Oh, oh, finished © 3/01/26 Pat Kelley, BMI Email: pk2@vermontel.net
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TALKIN’ TO HIS COFFEE CUP Ouu, ouuu (Verse) She hangs his cane on the diner coat rack, near her favorite corner booth Even though she's alone, the waitress sets a place for two She pours her a black coffee and one with a touch a' cream Soon she's deep in conversation with someone only she can see (Chorus) She ain't crazy She's just lonely Oh, his memory Keeps her company Like he's still alive Gets a twinkle in her eyes Yeah, they light up Talkin' to his coffee cup (Verse) She says, "Whatcha think about our grandson, he sure looks like you Got your lovin’ eyes, smart as a whip and so darn cute I've been smilin' at our pictures from the Carolina coast And I swear you’re right there with me when I watch old videos” (Chorus) (Bridge) They drove to that diner every Sunday after church In that booth they called their own, he proposed to her (Breakdown chorus) (Outro) Oh, you outta see her eyes light up Talkin' to his coffee cup Ohhh, talkin' to his coffee cup © Revised 1/12/26 Pat Kelley, BMI IPI#00490420177 Publishing: Bazonkers Music, LLC BMI IPI#00550426081 802-376-8847 pk2@vermontel.net
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Heart Healer (Verse) You've got a burden weighing you down Got a life you wanna turn around You did some things, oh you can't take back Got a trail of regrets you can't get past (Pre-chorus) In your mind’s eye, reach for His hand Jesus is waiting, give Him a chance Chorus He's a heart healer He's a worry stealer The one redeemer For us believers Just a prayer away When we come in faith He's a sin forgiver Ohh, He's a heart healer (Verse) He can break our chains that feel like steel They can't be seen, but they sure are real He holds the key to set us free And lead you and me, oh, to victory (Pre-chorus) He came for those who need Him most He's our light on a dark road, He's our hope (Chorus) (Instrumental) (Breakdown chorus) Ohh, He’s a heart healer, heart healer, heart healer, heart healer Ohh, He's a heart healer Copyright 1/19/23 Pat Kelley, BMI pk2@vermontel.net
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Somethin’ Bout A Beach Horns are honkin', it's a traffic jam Birds are flyin' from the drivers hands My baby tells me, "boy be patient We've got a little bit of heaven waiting" A rainbow kite is flyin' high A girl's bodyboardin' as we arrive (Chorus) Warm sand, cool Colada's Worries fade with the waves in the sea Can't wait to get there Always hate to leave There's peace in the salty breeze There's somethin' bout a beach Aw, somethin' bout a beach We're Coppertoned, yeah the suns on fire Busy chillin' to a sea gulls choir Livin' in flip flops, ain't this the life Para salin' through a clear blue sky (Chorus) It's like steppin' off a treadmill The world slows down to a standstill (Chorus) Long kisses in the moonlight Rollin' with the tide, we've got all night Yeah, there's somethin' bout a beach Yeah, there's somethin' bout a beach Oh, somethin' bout a beach Man, there's just somethin' bout a beach
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He Didn’t Come For The Perfect (Spoken) Jesus said to them, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but the sinners.” (Verse) She said, "I've broken every rule in the good book I could be in the sinner’s hall of fame It's been years since I've darkened a church door Bottom line is I've been too ashamed" (Verse) I said, "You sound like a friend of Jesus Bet he's up there waiting on your call His pray line is open 24/7 He's right here to listen when we fall (Chorus) He didn't come for the perfect No, not the angels or the saints You and me are the lost sheep He came to save We're the chosen and blessed Oh, the fallen and broken His mercy never rests He didn't come for the perfect (Verse) I said, "Friend I don't claim to have all the answers I struggle with my troubles just like you But, like Paul on the road to Demascus The great forgiver finally broke through (Pre chorus) No, my eyes didn’t see a vision But, my heart heard the truth…yeah (Chorus) (Bridge) We're all sinners and we stumble But, in the cross we place our faith With his blood he paid our ransom Salvation lies in His grace (Breakdown chorus) (Outro Oh, His mercy never rests…. He didn't come for the perfect….ohhh, He didn’t come for the perfect…ohhh Copyright Pat Kelley, BMI pk2@vermontel.net
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In Our Wild Days (Verse) Yeah, it was our time...young guns in our prime High school in the rear view, ohh, sweet summertime Strawberry wine sippin' for the first time Rope swingin', skinny dippin' kisses in the moonlight Aw, talk about the good life (Chorus) When ev'ry night was Saturday And the world belonged to us Back roads were our expressway And cool guys drove a truck When our goal was raisin' hell And 2AM wasn't late Livin' life without a seat belt… In our wild days (Verse) Writin' I love you on that water tower Runnin' barefoot with that girl in a thunder shower One night blue lights chased us 90 miles an hour Lost him as the dust flew like a cloud of baby powder Too bad the cop knew my dad…uhh (Chorus) (Bridge) One guy ended up on Wall Street Others married their first crush Some still punch a clock I'm still chasin' a dream singin' bout life and love (Breakdown chorus) (Outro) Yeah, livin' life without a seat belt In our wild days Oh, in those wild summer days Wild days, Oh © Pat Kelley, BMI 802-376-8847 pk2@vermontel.net
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She Burns Like Bourbon (Verse) Her kiss like smoke Lights a fire in my soul She don’t stay Comes and goes like a ghost (Pre-chorus) All she leaves is an empty bed And hungover mem’rys dancin’ in my head (Chorus) She burns like bourbon Goes down smooth Intoxicating Kicks like a mule I’ve tried to quit her But, it ain't workin' One things for certain Umm, she burns like bourbon (Verse) A bad addiction I can't get enough Not sure what this is But, hell it ain't love (Pre-chorus) Like a barmaid who serves a drunk Keeps pourin' poison, won't shut me off (Chorus) (Instrumental) (Breakdown chorus) (Outro) One things for certain Ohh, she burns like bourbon Copyright Pat Kelley/Jordan Oaks/Garrett Dearing 802-376-8847 pk2@vermontel.net
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This Is The Turning Point (Verse) You tried to silence a man with a bullet And thought his voice was done Now Charlie’s torch has been passed And it’s light is shining on (Verse) You bought the lies told about him And chose hate over the truth You're in your hell while he walks with Jesus After the mountains he moved (Chorus) New believers are buyin' Bibles Others are comin’ back to theirs It's a flag wavin' revival Smell of freedom's in the air A common sense convention Millions are lining up to join You woke a sleeping giant This is the turning point (Verse) He would have taken your questions While you stood up at the mic Heard you out, had a conversation Woulda given you that right (Chorus) (Bridge) Evil didn’t win Charlie’s soul is still alive His truth is marching on And the cries of a widow echo like a battle cry (Chorus) (Outro) Oh, you woke a sleeping giant This is the turning point Oh, this is the turning point © Pat Kelley, BMI 9/14/25 C 802-376-8847
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GIRL IN CHURCH (VERSE) I was sittin' at the end of a pew one Sunday morning Trying to pray away my sins from the night before Asking for salvation from a life headed nowhere Beggin' God to open up a brand new door (VERSE) Bout then I felt a tap on my shoulder Girl smiled and took a seat next to me Our eyes locked for a moment that seemed like an hour Till the music brought us both to our feet (CHORUS) And that girl in church sang like an angel And when she hit the chorus of Amazing Grace I felt like I'd been lifted straight up to heaven And blessed with a power like I'd been saved No, I'd never heard nothing on this earth Like that girl in church (VERSE) I gathered myself as the preacher spoke But, I couldn't hide the goose bumps on my skin I tried hard not to stare at her long golden hair While her sweet perfume was makin' my head spin (CHORUS) Yeah... (BRIDGE) Now, don't tell me that God don't answer prayers Cause for two years ev'ry Sunday we've been holdin' hands right there (BREAKDOWN CHORUS) And that girl in church sings like an angel And when she hits the chorus of Amazing Grace I still feel like I've been lifted straight up to heaven And blessed with a power like I've been saved No, I've never heard nothing on this earth Like my girl in church Yeah, that's my girl in church (OUTRO) Oh, I'm so glad I met that girl in church Oh yeah, that girl in church Copyright 1/5/20 Pat Kelley, BMI
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Hi The Ground Runnin' Come on…let’s go! (Verse) When life trips me up...smacks me in the face I don't give up...drop out of the race I don't crawl into a corner feelin' sorry for myself No, it only makes me stronger, makes me fight like hell (Chorus) It lights up my soul Like a blazin' fire My "look out world" grin Gets a whole lot wider We only go 'round once And time waits for no one So I lace 'em up Get back on the track And hit the ground runnin' (Verse) There was a time I'd settle for second place But, life is too damn short...to play it safe Now, I reach down a little deeper when I've got somethin' to prove When they say, "It can't be done" man, that gives me the juice (Chorus) (Instrumental) (½ Chorus) Yeah, we only go 'round once And time waits for no one So I lace 'em up Get back on the track And hit the ground runnin' (Outtro) I lace ‘em up and hit the ground runnin' Ohhh yeah, hit the ground runnin’ Runnin'
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Sometimes I Drink Alone V1 It don't happen every time But girl it’s worth the try Even the chance to see you’s worth the drive I’m in Montgomery now Traffics light and I’m headed south With any luck I’ll be there by 5 I’ll do the same thing I always do To try to find you CHORUS I’ll stop and buy two Ice cold beers Walk down Miller County pier Sit on the end and watch the setting sun I’ll think about that goodbye kiss From your cotton candy lips How we lived a dozen summers in just one Sometimes your memory joins me for a toast Sometimes I drink alone V2 Girl I don't even care When people stop and stare As I laugh and talk with someone they can’t see I open your bud light can Set it beside me and I hope and pray this time you’ll come to me When I get there I’ll do what I always do To try to find you (Chorus) If you don’t show I’ll drink em’ both But, I’ll be back…and (Chorus) Sometimes I sit there talking to your ghost And sometimes I drink alone Pat Kelley Bazonkers Music, LLC BMI C 802-376-8847 pk2@vermontel.net Marty Dodson (Martin Edward Dodson) IPI# 00179354240 (SESAC) Sail Away Songs Acct 5285698 - IPI #01078430260 martydsongs@gmail.com 615-300-7371 CJ Stevens Self Publishing cjstevens82@yahoo.com 518-321-3113
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God Place Oh yeah (Verse) I don’t claim to be perfect I’m just a better me I’ve come home to what feeds my soul Being the one He wants me to be…now (Chorus) I know what mercy feels like Sweet surrender was all it took I got lost 'round ev'ry dark corner While dust grew on my Holy book They say you can't fall off a floor And that's where I found grace I read His word like never before Till I found myself in a God place (Verse) When temptation came to visit My old self would just give in Now, I make Satan's face turn to fire Every time I turn from sin…and (Chorus) (Refrain) I'm in a God place, God place, God place Oh, God place, my holy God place Oh (Breakdown chorus) *last line…”till I found myself in”… (Outro) Yeah, my safe space, my home base, in His holy grace I'm in a God place, oh, in a God place, yeah, I'm in a God place © Pat Kelley, BMI 2025 802-376-8847 pk2@vermontel.net
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Like Your Hair’s On Fire (Verse) Caught the ear of an old guy at work one day Two weeks from his gold watch, no smile on his face He said, "This job fed our fam'ly, put a roof over our heads Gave 'em 40 years of sweat now all I've got is regrets” I said, "What's your advice man?" And he said.... (Chorus) Don't think time's on your side It's nothin' but a thief One day a girl 'll catch your eye Next day you're a dad of three Take that spark in your belly Pour gasoline on desire And chase your dreams Like your hair's on fire (Verse) I went home that night, blew the dust off my guitar Friends at the fact’ry said it won't take you far I'm not buyin' what they're sellin', I'm out to prove 'em wrong My ticket is my voice and a suitcase full of songs That ‘ol guy’s words echo in my head... (Chorus) (Instrumental turnaround) (Bridge) I'll either make it to the top or go out in a blaze I'll never have a "what if", so I win either way (Breakdown chorus) (Outro) Ohhh, chase your dreams Like your hair's on fire…ohh ohh Like your hair's on fire Copyright 8/17/22-revised 8/13/25 Pat Kelley, BMI C 802-376-8847 pk2@vermontel.net
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Best Thing I Never Do If bad choices made you rich, I'd be a millionaire My cash would fill a Brinks truck and I'd have more to spare Our love is no mistake and you know I'm here to stay But sometimes when we fight, it's like a scene from Groundhog Day (Chorus) I smoke my tires in the driveway Kick up a cloud 'a dust I fuss 'n I swear like I'm headed somewhere But, my foot never leaves the clutch I weigh the consequences And when I've gotta choose Leavin' you is the best thing I never do I grab my bag and keys and a slice 'a humble pie Your kiss says I'm forgiven and we makeup one more time Our love is close to perfect, but we're no Barbie and Ken 'Cause when it hits the fan, it's like deja vu again (Chorus) I guess it helps me cool off and later on we laugh 'Bout me actin' a fool again and just burnin' all that gas (Chorus) (Outro) Yeah, I weigh the consequences And when I've gotta choose Leavin' you is the best thing I never do Copyright Pat Kelley, BMI and David Smith, BMI
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God Never Wastes A Pain Verse When I'm fighting life and feel so weak Like I'm out numbered and on my knees When my faith is hanging by a thread And all the green lights are turning red Chorus That's when He shines That's when He teaches me That's when He opens doors I would never see When I rise up from the darkness And the sun shines through the rain I see once again God never wastes a pain Verse Scars are stepping stones to a better me Leading down a path to who I want to be When I think the landmines are all cleared away One I didn't see blows up in my face Chorus Bridge The heavier the weight, the stronger I become I never face a Goliath, I can't overcome With Jesus...ohhh, oh, with Jesus With Jesus...ohhh, with Jesus Ohhh, with Jesus (x2) Chorus (optional) Outro There's no loss without a gain No, God never wastes a pain No, God never wastes a pain With Jesus...oh, with Jesus Copyright 9/18/24 Pat Kelley, BMI pk2@vermontel.net
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Hook Line and Tequila There I was floatin' in my boat Twin seater with a Mercury 2 stroke Nothin' bitin', but it sure beat work Just needed somethin' to quench my thirst Docked by the neon flashin' on the beach Strolled to the bar and took a seat In a blink I forgot about fishin' Said, "girl I'll have whatever you're mixin'" Chorus I saw her face Aw, I took the bait Like a fish floppin' out on the lake And I loved her butt kickin' margarita's And I fell, oh yes I fell Hook line and tequila Think I had three, mighta been 10 She'd pour, I'd drink then she'd pour again We talked marriage, at least I did Proposed three times and she'd just grin When the tequila was almost gone She closed the bar and took me home Felt like my brain went through a blender But, one thing I do remember... Chorus Hitched a ride to that place the next day Stopped in for a burger and a coke She said, "I'm off at 5 and I love fishin'" I said, "got an extra seat in my boat" Chorus Oh, yes I fell…oh I fell Hook line and tequila…yeah, hook line and tequila Man, that girl can fish Copyright 4/13/23 Pat Kelley/Bucky Jones pk2@vermontel.net
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Touch One Life TV man says, "Don't look away you can do something great for penny's a day" It's so hard to see the pain on the face of that little boy There’s a mom right here in my home town She’s been sick, two kids runnin' 'round And she comes from a long line of proud Never learned how to put her hand out And I think… (Chorus) If not me....who If not now...when But, for the grace of God I'd be one of them Hey, I know I can’t change the whole world But, I….can touch one life So, tonight I’ll go down to the grocery store, fill a few bags to leave by the door When they wake up tomorrow at least there’ll be food in the house I’ll write a note and sign, “Just a friend” With five simple words, “I’ve been where you’ve been” I can’t make her troubles all end But, I can help her get back up again Because... (Repeat chorus) I’ve got clothes on my back and I’m well fed I’m safe from the storms with a roof over head (Repeat chorus) (Outro) Yeah, I can touch one life Oh, Oh, I can touch one life Copyright Bucky Jones and Pat Kelley
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I Sure Miss 9/12 Twin towers turned to rubble and ashes from the planes Our hearts were like one, bursting from the pain Evil men thought they could tear us all apart They hit a couple targets, but they sure missed their mark (Chorus) Our spirits soared like eagles flying high Never seen us come together And be more unified Politicians arm and arm Didn't matter what their stripes Average Joe's becoming heroes A million flags waving with pride Somehow it's all gone to hell Man, I sure miss 9/12 Now everybody’s angry at everybody else We’re busy pointin’ fingers, never blaming ourselves It shouldn't take a war to get us back on track When all we’ve gotta do is have each others back Repeat chorus Our Pentagon still stands wide and proud Flight 93 in Shanksville lies on sacred ground Bet those terrorists were shaking in their souls When that patriot stood up and yelled “let’s roll” Repeat chorus (break down) I pray someday with God’s help We’ll get back to how were on 9/12 © 6/7/22 Pat Kelley/Bucky Jones Contact: Pat C 802-376-8847 Email: pk2@vermontel.net
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Lord Save Me From Myself Lord, I've been studyin' the bible searchin' for the truth I wanna learn ev'ry word that came from you These days ain't been easy, guess I'm goin' through a test My hard head makes things harder and I make a bigger mess (Chorus) Lord save me from myself While I get out of the way When you speak to me Let me listen closer To what you have to say You're the only one I know that can help Lord save me from myself I thought I knew all the answers, huh, turns out I don't Can't find peace awake or asleep goin' it alone Now I turn to the page, where you say, "turn the other cheek" Oh, why can't I be that strong, in those times I need to be (Chorus) Please lift this veil of darkness, cause I'm lost And I could sure use a hand with this cross (Chorus) Lord save me from myself Copyright 2013 Pat Kelley pk2@vermontel.net 802-885-3307
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Small Town Big Barn There's a bright red wooden structure out on Highway 5 Holds a hundred head 'a cattle, it's long and it's wide It becomes a billboard when the young bucks raise some hell White letters spell out secrets no ones supposed to tell (Chorus) Small town big barn All the latest gossip fresh from the farm When nosy neighbors need to know They don't need to go too far Small town big barn The ministers got a mistress, the mayors on the take Kate Johnson loves her liquor, Jack and Billy both love Kate Judge Walker's bouncin' checks, the game warden's jackin' deer For a good time just call the sheriff's daughter 'round here (Chorus) Every time that ol' farmer puts on a fresh coat of red New headlines seem to crop up when he goes to bed (Chorus) Oh, small town big barn Dang that barn Copyright 7/3/16 Pat Kelley and Sandy Ramos
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Freedom Is A Liar (Verse) We were sipping coffee in the back of that cafe I was trippin' over words I'd rehearsed that day Finally said, "A voice is telling me I need a break...just a little space" I said, "It's not the end", but the end was written all over her face (Pre Chorus) And damn that voice, oh, damn that voice (Chorus) It never told me I'd be so lonely Pacing the floor at 2am Or drowning my regrets Watchin’ sun sets With her empty chair for company Oh, I dove into the devils fire Now I know...freedom is a liar Yeah, freedom is a liar Verse I can hang with my buddy's, get trashed out of our minds I can do what I want, when I want, no one to run it by Now, I've been with other girls and I felt nothing every time Just a longing for her and emptiness inside (Pre Chorus) And damn that voice, oh, damn that voice (Chorus) Bridge If that voice were a man, I'd shut his mouth Get in his face, have a knockdown-drag out Outtro Cause yeah, freedom is a liar, oh freedom is a liar Damn that voice, oh damn that voice Freedom is a liar, ohhh, ohhh, ohhhh.... Freedom is a liar
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ONE DRINK KINDA NIGHT Alright...here we go! (Verse) Clocked out…gotta say I’m sure dead beat Boots on…barely draggin my two left feet Gotta a new girl and she’s got plans Lucky for me she hates to dance But, we’re gonna drop by and say hi before we leave (Chorus) Hey it’s finally Friday Everybody wants to party Gotta feelin’ I could jump right in…stay til I’m feelin' alright Band is jammin', yeah it’s crankin’ up Crowd is rowdy and they’re gettin' drunk But, for her and me it’s just a one drink kinda night (Verse) Heads up…two Bud Lights comin’ our way She smiles…I've been waitin' on that all day Nothin’ better than a Neon song To get everybody here singin’ along And when we get to the bottom of the bottle you can bet I’ll say (Chorus) Hey it’s finally Friday Everybody wants to party Gotta feelin’ I could jump right in...stay til I’m feelin' alright Band is jammin', yeah it’s crankin’ up Crowd is rowdy and they’re gettin' drunk But, for her and me it’s just a two drink kinda night (Bridge) My buddy just brought a bucket back To the table for one more round I can tell by the way she’s grinnin’ at me, We won’t be turnin’ it down (Chorus) Hey it’s finally Friday Everybody wants to party Gotta feelin’ I could jump right in…stay til I’m feelin' alright’ Band is jammin', yeah it’s crankin’ up Crowd is rowdy and they’re gettin' drunk And for her and me…oh, it’s been one helluva night (Outro) Ohh, tomorrow we might wish this was A one drink kinda night Ohh yeah, a one drink kinda night Copyright 12/21/22 Sandy Ramos/ Pat Kelley/Jordan Oaks
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Right now I'm breathin' in my freedom Lovin' every song I sing Tappin' my hand over my heart For the crowds the good Lord brings Someday I'm gonna settle down...way down Marry a special girl, live in a cornfield town (Chorus) With our name painted on the mailbox Near a white picket fence Our kids rope swingin' from the tree house Sleepin' in their backyard tent We'll be kickin' back Kissin' our way through I love you's When these crazy days are over I'll be looking for A place to plant my boots She'll be rockin' the PTA And teachin' Sunday school Makin' sure homework gets done Layin' down her momma rules I'll be coachin' Little League and untyin' fishin' lines Hangin' birthday pinietta’s and stringin’ Christmas lights Chorus Sometimes I'll spot a girl through all those faces And my heart and my mind start racin'...to Chorus A place to plant my boots Layin' down some hometown roots Oooh yeah, a place to plant my boots © 10/2/15 Pat Kelley Office: 802-885-3307 Cell: 802-376-8847 pk2@vermontel.net
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He Bleeds Blue She runs her hot iron over his uniform It's cleaned and pressed with a crease, not one thread is torn She kisses him goodbye, plants one on his badge for luck Then he's off to his thankless job, the one he loves so much (Chorus) He bleeds blue Pride written on his face He knows the danger And does his job anyway Out there trying to make a diff'rence Protecting me and you Tuning out the ridicule 'Cause he bleeds blue There's kids that hang in the park, he's takin' a liking to Spends time with them to listen and to shoot some hoops He brings Ms. Jones her mail, cause she's been laid up for months Then he saves a wife with a black eye and hauls the creep away in cuffs Just a routine traffic stop, like he's done a thousand times Soon his partner cries while he tells the wife, "God called our brother home tonight" (Breakdown Chorus) And he bleeds blue Pride written on his face He knew the danger And did his job anyway Out there trying to make a diff'rence Protecting me and you Was scorned and ridiculed Yet, he bleeds blue Scorned and ridiculed Oh, he bleeds blue She runs her hot iron over his uniform It's cleaned and pressed with a crease...'cept where the threads are torn Dispatcher final call: "Dispatch to badge 371 (silence). Dispatch to badge 371 (silence). Officer...thank you for your service. Your work here is done." Copyright 7/8/16 Pat Kelley, BMI Office: 802-885-3307 Cell: 802-376-8847 pk2@vermontel.net
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Where I Go To Church It's a perfect Sunday mornin' down here at the creek And I'm a one man congregation once again this week My troubles start to drift away as the water rolls on by And the birds sing hallelujah as my spirit comes back to life (Chorus) That's where I go to church In a sanctuary of heaven here on earth The one my Father built No human hand can stand a chance Against God's handi-work So, that's where I go Where I go to church I take my communion where my soul is fed And I don't need a cathedral, a steeple high over my head And I'm not tryin' to change you or tell you where to find your peace But, a field of green or a mountain stream always works for me (Chorus) That's where I go to church In a sanctuary of heaven here on earth The one my Father built No human hand can stand a chance Against God's handi-work So, that's where I go Where I go to church (1/2 chorus) It's not made with human hands It's God's own handi-work So, that's where I go Where I go Where I go to church Copyright Angela Kaset/Pat Kelley
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Pour Me Some Happy My baby ran off with the UPS man Headed down to Vegas in his big ol' brown van I'm left with the bills for all these packages and None of them belong to me My old Dodge is dyin' in a bed of rust My corn crop is dryin' in a field of dust I'm lower than a snake belly in a rut But, you've got the remedy (Chorus) So, pour me some happy Big glass of feel good Gimme what they got Cuz it's lookin' real good Ask me what I need I'll tell you exactly Pour me, pour me some happy Ev'rybody's celebratin' like it's New Year's Eve Or a Mardi Gras party in New Orleans Boys slappin' high fives, girls smilin' at me Wish I could buy 'em all a round But, that lottery number I forgot to play Turned out to hit the jackpot today I'm missin' out on fourteen million and change... (Repeat chorus) A shrink might take a year, but I can get my healin' right here (Repeat chorus) Copyright 2013 Kelley/Haller/Leavitt
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My Tattoo’s Don’t have much ink painted on my skin No face of Jesus, though I believe in Him No “I love mom” on my arm, but she knows that I do No name of an old flame, I'd have to get removed All my best ones lie deep inside Some I’m proud to share, other ones I hide Chorus That kinda ink can’t be erased I’ll take ‘em all to my grave Faces and places Mistakes and God's graces They all tell my truth My tattoo's…my tattoo’s Some make me smile and some left scars First love, first broken heart and first guitar My best friend from school, I haven’t seen since then Front porch talks with grandpa, wish I could have again Memories engraved on my heart At least a thousand more left their mark Chorus Some have faded to black and white Some are summer rainbow bright Chorus Yeah, they all tell my truth Oh yes, they do…my tattoo’s My Tattoo’s © Pat Kelley, BMI Bazonkers Music, LLC Email: pk2@vermontel.net C 802-376-8847 O 802-885-3307
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BORN ON THE BAYOU BABY Vs. 1 I'm a hard headed boy from Alabama, with hot southern blood in my veins I was hitch hikin' through Atlanta, when I was saved from the Georgia rain By four wheels from Louisiana with Ms. Heaven in the drivers seat Oh, she held my eyes like a carpenters vice and wouldn't let go of me Chorus She's my BORN ON THE BAYOU BABY Cajun queen and I don't mean maybe She’ll catch a crawfish Give ‘em a beer Tame an alligator without any fear She likes livin' on the other side of crazy She's my BORN ON THE BAYOU BABY Vs. 2 Well, that long legged girl from Louisiana, made a bee line to Baton Rouge She was a dancer in Savanna, but she was headed back to her roots Now we’re livin’ on jambalaya and I’m lovin’ her voodoo ways And her wild side keeps me satisfied, that’s why I’m here to stay Repeat chorus (With my...) Bridge Oh, there’s nothing wrong with settlin’ down With a girl who was raised on the edge of a swamp Ring on her finger, fire in her eyes I’m so glad she’s my Repeat chorus (BORN ON THE BAYOU BABY...one in a million man I don’t mean maybe...) Tag Oh, she’s my BORN ON THE BAYOU BABY Oh, I love my BORN ON THE BAYOU BABY © 2008 Pat Kelley, BMI and Bucky Jones, BMI pk2@vermontel.net Office: 802-885-3307
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I DON’T LOOK A DAY OVER YOU Vs. 1 I look at the pictures, we took down in old Mexico Then I glance in the mirror, and the years have been kind I suppose I still look the same, except for a wrinkle or two And when I look in my eyes, there's no way to deny I DON'T LOOK A DAY OVER YOU Chorus The way my arms held you that day Is the way my heart holds you tonight I'd never let you slip away If I could just go back in time There are feelings the years can't erase And some ties that bind won't come loose And teardrops don't lie And I guess that's why I DON'T LOOK A DAY OVER YOU Vs. 2 I remember the night, we spent in that Red Rose cantina We danced in the shadows, kissed as we sipped margarita's My body’s in Texas, but I left my heart in Cancun 'Cause every man that I meet, says it's plain to see I DON'T LOOK A DAY OVER YOU Repeat Chorus TAG Oh, tear drops don't lie And I guess that's why I DON'T LOOK A DAY OVER YOU Copyright Pat Kelley, BMI and Bucky Jones, BMI
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It MIGHT GET LOUD MAM I SEE YOU'RE NEW IN TOWN IF YOU LEFT THE CITY LIGHTS FOR A QUIET COUNTRY LIFE A PLACE TO SETTLE DOWN...WELCOME TO MAYBERRY RFD QUIET AS A TUMBLE WEED MOST OF THE WEEK BUT WHEN FRIDAY NIGHT ROLLS AROUND GONNA GIVE YOU FAIR WARNING RIGHT NOW (CHORUS) IT MIGHT GET LOUD OH IT MIGHT GET ROWDY YEAH IT HAPPENS EVERY TIME WE PARTY THERE MIGHT BE DANCIN' ON THE BAR FIGHTS OUT IN THE YARD LIKE A BOLT FROM A THUNDER CLOUD IT MIGHT GET LOUD OH IT MIGHT GET LOUD I SAID COWBOY I AIN'T NO CITY CHICK I GREW UP IN KICKER BOOTS GOT DEEP COUNTRY ROOTS OUT IN THE STICKS...WHAT YOU SEE AIN'T ALWAYS WHAT YOU GET AND YOU AIN'T SEEN MY WILD SIDE YET CUZ WHEN FRIDAY NIGHT ROLLS AROUND I'LL GIVE YOU FAIR WARNING RIGHT NOW (CHORUS) IT MIGHT GET LOUD OH IT MIGHT GET ROWDY YEAH IT HAPPENS EVERY TIME I PARTY I MIGHT BE DANCIN' ON THE BAR CAT FIGHTIN' IN THE YARD LIKE A BOLT FROM A THUNDER CLOUD I MIGHT GET LOUD OH I MIGHT GET LOUD WELL YOU JUST MIGHT DISCOVER IF WE RUN INTO ONE ANOTHER (REPEAT 2ND CHORUS) (OUTTRO) I POUND SOME SHOTS ON THE ROCKS AND IT SETS ME OFF LIKE A FUSE LIGHTIN' UP A BOMB IT MIGHT GET LOUD OH IT MIGHT GET LOUD...YEAH IT MIGHT LOUD...IT MIGHT GET LOUD...YEAH YEAH YEAH Copyright 2010 Pat Kelley, BMI Office: 802-885-2193 Cell: 802-376-8847 pk2@vermontel.net
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EVERY SUNDAY (Best of SongU) (Verse) He wore his past on his calloused hands His chest beat with the heart of a lonely man He’d been a slave to that old brown bottle And each tomorrow was just yesterday again In a vision late one night, he saw an Angel dressed in white Who whispered to him throw that bottle down (Chorus) Then every Sunday, a few pews from the back He'd open up his Bible, to keep himself on track And with the Gospel choir, sang praises to our Father He believed God heard him every time he prayed And he prayed, yes he prayed EVERY SUNDAY (Verse) A single mom, tryin' to make her way Two precious kids to feed and bills to pay She gave up on love when her man left her And her heart became more bitter every day In a vision late one night, she saw an Angel dressed in white Who told her how to turn her life around (Chorus) Then every Sunday, a few pews from the back She'd open up her Bible, to keep herself on track And with the Gospel choir, sang praises to our Father She believed God heard her every time she prayed And she prayed, yes she prayed EVERY SUNDAY (Bridge) They still don't know why, they caught each others eye When the annual church picnic came around But a look can be enough, to plant the seeds of love When an Angel dressed in white is smiling down (Chorus) Now every Sunday, a few pews from the back They open up their Bibles, to keep themselves on track And with the Gospel choir, sing praises to our Father They believe God hears them every time they pray And they pray, yes they pray EVERY SUNDAY, oh yes they pray, EVERY SUNDAY © Pat Kelley and Bucky Jones pk2@vermontel.net
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Fix This Truck Drivin' down to Macon my ol' truck's engine played out Oil light was blinkin', it was spittin' out a hot steam cloud Took a tow truck ride to a Texaco a man put 'er on a lift Said, "she's bleedin' rust, motors cooked 'n its hard to find parts for it" And I said, (Chorus 1) "This truck was my dad's I still see him in that cab What I'd give for one more fishin' trip When I close my eyes he's drivin' it There's a million boyhood mem'rys 'neath that red Georgia dust So mister, please fix this truck" He stood there for a minute, greasy rag held in his hands Then he tugged his cap n' said, "I'll do the best I can Can't promise much, but I'll be in touch, son if it's meant to be" I said, "I know it's only metal, but it means so much to me doncha' see, (Repeat chorus 1) It must've been a month when he pulled up right out front In a 30 year old like new red pickup truck Well, he tugged his cap, gave my back a slap, then pulled his wallet out Showed me a black n' white and I thought I saw a tear runnin' down And he said, (Chorus) "This truck was my dad's I still see him in that cab What I'd give for one more fishin' trip Cuz, when I close my eyes he's drivin' it There's a million boyhood mem'rys 'neath that Alabama dust And he taught me how to fix this truck Yeah, he taught me how to fix this truck" Copyright Pat Kelley/Curly Putman/Bucky Jones
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Dancin' In The Barn I plow the fields, load that silo Mend a fence, by the corn rows Move some dirt with that back hoe Aw, doncha know it takes a toll Well, I'm just hired hand And sometimes I'd like to quit But, the farmer's got a daughter And she's everything I'd miss (Chorus) She sneaks out the back door When the sun goes down Meets me in the hay loft And we go round 'n round Got a disco ball and boom box And the best time on that farm Is when the work day's over And we go dancin' in the barn We take off our boots, play a slow track Move in close, I lose my ball cap Start to sway, yeah she likes that Pick up the pace and we rock fast (Chorus) Oh, I love it when she shows off her moves Aw, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake away my blues (Chorus) Oh, we go dancin' in the barn Yeah, round 'n, 'round, 'n 'round We go...dancin' in the barn Oh, we go dancin' in the barn ....Hey girl, show me that move one more time That's what I'm talkin' 'bout...ha-ha...whew Copyright 9/27/15 Pat Kelley, BMI
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THE BEST IS YET TO COME V1 I see your green toy soldiers in a box with a mask from Halloween Your first grade pictures lying there with a cap from your old ball team Your bedroom seems so empty now, without you in it son But as you start your life with your new bride, I know the best is yet to come CHORUS Take her hand Spread your wings Fly as one And build a million memories I wish you joy Oh, I wish you love And I trust in God That the best is yet to come V2 Well, there’s smiling faces all around and the vows have all been said There’s a pretty girl who waits for you with a white veil on her head As we move across the dance floor, I’m so proud of you son And I look in your eyes and realize, that the best is yet to come Repeat chorus Instrumental Repeat chorus Tag Oh, I trust in God That the best is yet to come © 2007 Pat Kelley Office: 802-885-3307 pk2@vermontel.net
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You Got Me Started © 2016 Pat Kelley/Lee Johnson I'd picked out my cornflakes, turned left on aisle 5 My head was out in space when I felt our carts collide We chased your can of peas down to the frozen foods Laughed till we were breathless, flirting like two damn fools I was fallin' fast for you, 'cause... (Chorus) You got me started like a spark-plug firing up and My heart was pumpin' like a NAS-CAR driver bumpin’ Those lips, that smile, those dimples That laugh, those eyes that twinkle Like all the brightest stars, You caught me so off guard Girl, you got me started Girl, you got me started I got your cell phone number, rang you up that Friday night Went out for Marguirita's, swore I'd get you home by nine Next thing I knew we’re dancing, last ones out on the floor Bartender yelled out, “last call”, it wasn’t drinks we were lookin’ for But, we still wanted something more, ‘cause... Chorus 2 then Bridge: I tipped our taxi driver, and we kissed like more than friends As you turned the key on your front door You smiled that smile said, "come on in" Chorus 3 Breakdown 1st ½ then Big then Vamps out... You got me started like a spark-plug firing up and My heart is pumpin' like a NAS-CAR driver bumpin’ Those lips, that smile, those dimples That laugh, those eyes that twinkle Like all the brightest stars, You caught me so off guard Girl, you got me started Oh...girl you got me started Vamps out: Girl you got me started// Contact: Pat Kelley/Bazonkers Music, LLC (BMI) Office: 802-885-3307 pk2@vermontel.net
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Preach It Like You Mean It Oh, yeah preach it, come on preach it The old preacher said, "Son, I don't mean to laugh But, before my first sermon, my knees knocked like that Just take a deep breath, feel the message in your bones Then bring the holy hammer down, and Brother take it on home Open up the heavens, close the door to hell Reach down deep, pull it from the well and (Chorus) Preach it like you mean it Yeah, have a real come to Jesus Thump your Bible Raise the roof Bring 'em to their feet Screamin' for the Truth And preach it like you mean it Oh yeah, preach it like you mean it The young preacher stood, then he grabbed that mic And went about the business of showing them the light The sermon that he gave was not the one he planned Words rained down from something greater than a man Every arm reached up, like he'd cast a spell The walls did shake and the old preacher yelled (Chorus) (Turnaround) (Chorus) Then he shouted, can I get an amen, let me hear an amen--oh a little louder now, little bit louder, hallelujah...come on now you've got it brother, preach it like you mean it Copyright 10/22/14 Bucky Jones and Pat Kelley
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Real Girl I watch you fightin' with the mirror And fussin' with your dress That cloud of doubt your wearin' Is messin' with your head You keep starin' at the cover of that Cosmo Magazine Comparing yourself to airbrushed fantasies (Chorus) I wanna real girl And that's what I see Talkin' bout a real girl Pure perfection to me Oh, you're beautiful So, don't change a thing I wanna real girl And you're a real girl You glance up from your menu As she slowly passes by Her type are like a magnet Holdin' everybody's eyes You turn around and ask me if I still want what you've got And I say, "everything you have is everything I want" (Repeat chorus) If you could stand inside my shoes for one minute And gaze out from my eyes You'd know I've found the only girl I want To love for the rest of my life (Repeat chorus) Oh, I want a real girl And you're a real girl Copyright 2012 Susie Strange, Ed Leavitt and Pat Kelley
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THE BEST PICTURES Copyright 2015 Lee Johnson/Bucky Jones/Pat Kelley Girl, there’s a shoebox in my head full of photographs None of them were taken by a camera lense Like the first time I laid eyes on you in high school And the way you wore that California tan They’re special moments of a time and place Snapshots of life that never fade (Chorus) I can’t hold them in my hands But, they’re real Like my first bike, my first fight My first time behind the wheel I can see ‘em in my mind Crystal clear Like our first touch, our first kiss Yeah, that one I had to steal The first time we gave into temptation Girl, all the best pictures are the ones not taken I remember that balloon ride at Daytona Beach Your eyes looked like saucers way up there When we touched the ground again you kissed it But, you never did admit that you were scared Girl, I keep a thousand memories like that In this photo album covered by my cap (Chorus) All the best pictures are the ones Girl, the way you look tonight, you know it’s true I wanna freeze another frame of you (Chorus) All the best pictures are the ones….the ones not taken (Repeat x2)
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Burn That Bridge [Verse] Well, my friend had a best friend named Jim Beam Now, ol' Jim's got a reputation for killin' dreams My friend paid with his job and a real good wife It took God and 12 steps till he finally saw the light (Chorus) He threw a match Burned that bridge Flames shot high, touched the sky till there was nothing left of it When the ashes kissed the water He was proud of what he did Yeah, threw a match And burned that bridge [Verse] Gwen tossed her graduation cap to the moon Flipped a finger to the mean girls that day in June Now her Silicone Valley plate spells out "REVENGE" As her reunion invitation flies outta her Benz (Chorus) She threw a match Burned that bridge Flames shot high, touched the sky...there was nothing left of it When the ashes kissed the water, She was proud of what she did Yeah, threw a match And burned that bridge (Short instrumental) [Bridge] When it's time to put the past in the past Gotta run straight toward tomorrow and never look back [Chorus] Throw a match Burn that bridge Till the flames shoot high, touch the sky and there's nothing left of it When the ashes kiss the water Smile at what you did Yeah, throw a match And burn that bridge (Outro) Ohhh, throw a match And burn that bridge Copyright Pat Kelley, BMI 802-376-8847 pk2@vermontel.net
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Delivered (I am Delivered) (Verse) Gave fear all the power It was the only voice I heard Stood like Goliath Between me and God’s Holy word (Chorus) I saw problems He saw promise I saw pain He saw a purpose One day He opened my eyes No longer blinded by the lies I saw the bigger picture And I, oh I was delivered Praise God Oh praise God I was delivered (Verse) Armed for the battle I won’t bend and I won’t cower With my shield of faith Fear no longer has the power (Chorus) (Bridge) Now I’m forever changed Saved by His amazing grace (Chorus) (Outro) Praise God Oh praise God, I was delivered
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IT’S A COWBOY LIFE (Optional intro chorus) He’ll ride the range from dusk till dawn We call it wild, he calls it home His painted horse has served him well They’ve been through storms, they’ve been through hell He’s got a gun strapped on his hip For the rattlesnakes along his trips Chorus It’s a cowboy life It’ll rope you in It gets real deep under your skin Ain’t about gettin’ rich It’s a daily scratching of an itch It’s a cowboy life Some are born to it Some make the choice Neither one can quit It all comes with a heavy price It’s a cowboy life Yeah, it’s a cowboy life Still thinks about what coulda been With a blue-eyed girl from way back when She was a fire that never died Still keeps him warm sometimes at night Won’t be headlines when he’s gone Just a simple cross and a stone Chorus Tag It’s a cowboy life It’ll rope you in It gets real deep under your skin It’s a cowboy life Copyright 12/20/21 Pat Kelley/Bucky Jones/Jordan Oaks
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Raise The Flag There’s a boy from Poughkeepsie Down South in Dixie Camp Lejeune new recruit And a homecoming queen who gave up her dreams To serve us all in her combat boots They make me wanna -- Chorus Raise the flag, praise the anthem Die before we pay another dime of ransom Support the troops, back the blue, Say the pledge like we all should do I know our country’s not perfect Our faults lay bare in the open We might be battered, might be bruised But, we’re damn sure not broken From California to Maine Heroes run towards the flames In a race to save a life And they know every time a call comes in Might mean their ultimate sacrifice They make me wanna-- Chorus (B-Section) We’re free to worship God Reach our dreams if we work hard We can speak our minds And be just who we are For me…I’ll just --- Chorus Raise the flag....oh yeah raise the flag…way up high now For all the freedom we have… Raise the flag Copyright 9/9/21 Pat Kelley/Bucky Jones/Jordan Oaks
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NEVER GONNA BE A SAINT Copyright 10/12/24 Pat Kelley, BMI pk2@vermontel.net Verse 1 Lookin' back, I'm amazed that I'm alive 'Tween the car wrecks, hell raisin' and the bar fights Drove momma near half crazy Said I'm too much like my dad Gave me her love for Jesus So, I didn't turn out half bad Chorus I'm better than I once was Still a million miles from perfect Say my prayers, go to church But, I can be a hot head redneck I ask God for forgiveness Bout a hundred times a day Yeah, He and I both know I ain't never gonna be a saint Verse 2 When I curse, I shake my head in shame Bet God just laughs, as I do my best to change Think my 20 bucks helped that mom Countin' quarters at the pump Then I drove away-threw the bird At the guy that cut me off Chorus Repeat verse 2 (optional) Yeah, he and I both know I ain't never gonna be a saint Bridge If God's keepin' score My game is prob'ly tied Gotta live my life Like it's the bottom of the 9th Yeah, he and I both know I ain't never gonna be a saint (x2)
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God Did It V1 It's almost like I've lived two separate lives The one I’m living now and the one that died I was good at hiding sins behind my smile Lost on a dark road for too many miles The water I was thirsty for was right there all along In a well named Jesus that I stumbled on He was there to fill the empty beating in my chest When I finally surrendered, aw, He did the rest So, if you see a different me... Chorus God did it I give Him the praise Yeah, God did it He changed my ways Never drank a whiskey That made me feel like this There’s no high like forgiveness When we get his precious gift God did it, ooh God did it Hmm, oh yes He did V2 There were friends I had to lose along the way To break the chains I was tied to yesterday Although Satan still whispers in my ear His temptation cannot win with Jesus near Chorus Bridge God did it, beat the sin right outta me, God did it, healed my soul and set me free I was just too weak to change myself Heaven must have known I needed help God did it…ooh, God did it Ooh Hallelujah…God did it Oh, you know he did, oh yes he did…ooh, God did it Copyright 12/7/23 Pat Kelley, BMI/Bucky Jones, BMI pk2@vermontel.net 802-376-8847
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Unsung Saints (Verse) Well, he ain’t got wings, but the folks under that bridge would swear he does 'Cause the blankets that he brings are like a gift from up above He dishes out some food and feeds them all a little hope And he knows but for the grace of God he’d be in the same boat (Chorus) That’s an unsung saint, that’s your everyday hero Living everyday the only way that he knows In every town on every street you might not know them when you meet But they're making this ol’ world a better place So raise your voice and sing a song for the unsung saints (Verse) She taught three generations how to read and write and love There’s no one in this little town her spirit hasn’t touched For the hurting and the hopeless she was there in times of need And last Sunday at her service you couldn’t find an empty seat (Chorus) (Refrain) For the unsung saints...For the fireman running into the flames Unsung saints...For the soldier fighting through his pain Even though you’re never gonna know their names (1/2 Chorus) In every town on any street you might not know them when you meet But they’re making this ol’ world a better place So raise your voice and sing a song Raise your voice and sing along Raise your voice and sing a song for the unsung saints For the unsung saints Copyright Pat Kelley/Rob Crosby/Angela Kaset
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WORST HANGOVER I’VE EVER HAD (Verse) There's a jack hammer poundin' in my brain Cars goin' by sound like a freight train My stomach's queasy, my knees are shaky weak It's tough to walk with lead in my feet (Chorus) It's like I drank too much of your love Kiss after kiss Oh, I couldn't get enough 10 shots 'a Jack never made me feel this bad Girl, since you left You're the worst hangover I've ever had (Verse) I'm gettin' flashbacks, I'm a nervous wreck Is that your breath on the back of my neck I smell your perfume, swear I heard you laugh My fever rises in an ice cold bath (Chorus) (Bridge) I'm cold turkey sober eight weeks on Still can't think straight Cause you're 100 proof strong (Chorus) (Outro) Worst hangover I've ever had I know it's crazy, I still want you back Aw girl...think I need a rehab Copyright Pat Kelley BMI IP#00490420177 Bazonkers Music, LLC BMI IP#00550426081 C 802-376-8847 Email: pk2@vermontel.net
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(It’s almost like) I Died And Went To Nashville (Verse) I'd listen real close on my granddaddy's radio To Grand Ole Opry shows every Saturday night In my mind I was a star, strumming on my Sears guitar I knew every line of every song they'd sing (Pre-chorus) After all those "maybe next year's" can't believe I'm standing here All it took was a leap of faith and a Greyhound bus (Chorus) And I can hear ol' Hank and Patsy Cline The man in black singin', "I Walk The Line" Their voices echo from the Ryman walls Now I'm a dreamer down on Lower Broad Playin' for quarters and dollar bills And it's almost like I died and went to Nashville (Verse) Lookin’ out each night through the glare of an old spotlight I’m the star behind the mic in a smoke filled bar I pack up and walk back home to a motel bed alone They may never know my name on Music Row (Pre chorus) My friends say I’ve gone to hell, but as far as I can tell It’s the closest place to heaven I’ve ever been (Chorus) (Bridge) If I never fill a stadium with fans I'll live with no regrets And die a happy man (Chorus) Yeah, it's almost like I died and went to Nashville © Pat Kelley pk2@vermontel.net O 802-885-3307 C: 802-376-8847
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Let's Get Ridin' [Verse] Wake up girl, the clock's a' ringin' Birds are singin' us a mornin' tune Ride 'em cowgirl, let's get movin' Life's a flyin' by us way too soon Yeah, not a cloud in the sky Suns out and the roads are dry Quick kiss and we're on our bikes Grab yours and I'll grab mine [Chorus] Ouu, let's get ridin' Yeah, a little two-wheel drivin' Let's cruise up that mountain We've been talkin' about We'll get low on the corners Cut 'em loose on the straightaways Fly on down the highway Ouu, let's get ridin' Yeah, baby let's get ridin' Ohh, let's get ridin' [Verse ] Crank 'em up, 'til their roarin' Keep 'em rollin' 'til the blacktop ends Bring a blanket, we'll do some lovin' Under the willow where the river bends Girl, we need some time alone So let's slip our leathers on Spend the day out spinnin' stones No time clock ...no cell phones [Chorus] [Bridge] A long road can set us free With you right alongside of me (Instrumental) [Breakdown chorus] Yeah, baby let's get ridin' © Pat Kelley, BMI O: 802-885-3307 C: 802-376-8847 pk2@vermontel.net
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Holy Hallelujah Briana Domenica (BMI, Song Rocket Music), Pat Kelley, Patrick Dodge 2/7/2023 (Verse) I was shackled in pain Anger had me in chains Trapped and alone in a cold dark place My heart had turned to stone (Verse) Had a battle to fight From darkness to light With the one who died for my eternal life But Your grace brought me home (Pre-Chorus) Your arms held me close (Chorus) Holy hallelujah You healed my soul Called me Yours forevermore Set me free You made me whole Every song I sing is Yours Holy Hallelujah (sing) Holy hallelujah (Verse) And now I’m no longer A prodigal daughter Everything I am I give to you Father I want to tell the world…oh I want to tell the world (Chorus) (Bridgge) These words I pour out for Your praise All for the glory of Your name (Chorus) (Outtro) Holy hallelujah, holy hallelujah Oooh, Holy hallelujah, holy hallelujah
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STRONG IN THE BROKEN PLACES Vs. 1 She's standin' with her suitcase, about to board the train Her body’s bruised and battered, her eyes can't hide the pain She's run out of choices, but she ain't run out of pride She's taking her first steps into a better life Chorus We begin to heal Wounds on the inside The moment we decide It’s time to turn the page When we let go of the past ‘Cause it’s gone and we can’t change it That's when we get STRONG IN THE BROKEN PLACES Vs. 2 He's puttin' on his best smile, he wheels across the floor His friends say he's lookin' great, just like before the war Tonight they'll share a toast, but he won't share his thoughts He's tryin' to move on with what he hasn't lost Repeat chorus Bridge Wounds turn into scars with the passing of time But scars can turn into a blessing in disguise Repeat chorus Tag Oh, that’s when we get STRONG IN THE BROKEN PLACES That’s when we get STRONG IN THE BROKEN PLACES © 2008 Pat Kelley and Bucky Jones Office: 802-885-3307 pk2@vermontel.net
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A Greater Hand Writes The Songs Another show... A lot of souls came here lookin' for a good time I'd like to touch... Something deep inside each one tonight Oh, there's somethin' 'bout the right words That flow with perfect rhymes Yeah, it's almost like magic When a writer gets it right (Chorus) I'm a painter of pictures in someone's mind A teller of tales unfolding line by line I'd sure like to take the credit When they laugh, when they cry Oh, but I've known all along Though I move the pen A greater hand writes the songs Songs hold the power... To move a grouchy old bitter man to tears Might spark romance.. Or make folks dance like they haven't done in years Some might be medicine To heal a broken heart And another may join lovers Who had drifted worlds apart (Chorus) I write...He crafts the message And I play...He gives me the notes And I sing...pour my soul into it And watch the music matter To the ones who need it most (Chorus) Yeah, a far greater hand writes the songs Copyright 10/15/15 Pat Kelley and Allen Krehbiel
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Country Girl Copyright 5/27/15 Katey Laurel and Pat Kelley I grew up with cows ‘n corn in my backyard Wore coveralls and a cap that read “Carhartt” I was baling hay when I was ten years old Lost a part of me the day that farm was sold My daddy wiped his tears and a knee dropped to the ground When the auctioneer brought that hammer down We left our empty house in a cloud of dust My childhood faded in the mirror with that old Dodge truck But, my hands I held onto one steel horseshoe Daddy nailed above the front door of The only world I knew (Chorus) Memories of where I’m from take me where I go That earth we plowed keeps me grounded That’s the power of home You can take the girl out of the country To anywhere in the world But you can’t take the country Out of a country girl There were no 4-H Clubs on 16th Avenue And my city cousins, they didn’t wear cowboy boots I sure missed the dirt in that land of cold concrete We may have left the farm, but the farm never left me Don’t get me wrong, I’m so thankful family got us through But I’d trade the whole Big Apple for my old saddle And that backyard view (Chorus) Well, it took ten years and this guitar To buy back that farm But, it sure paid off when daddy smiled and nailed that horseshoe Right back where it belonged Said, girl you bought it for a song
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Jamaica This Way Jimmy Buffet would be right at home in this Kingston bar by the sea A cool dude with dreadlocks rocks out a steel drum To a classic calypso beat A salty breeze drifts from the beach, where bare feet dance in the sand My girl woulda made this all heaven Not just a spot for a winter tan...but (Chorus) She's high in the Rockies two thousand miles away Things got crazy and she wanted some space We had big dreams of the day we'd come to this place Oh, I never expected to see Jamaica this way Now the tiki torches are lit, a ball of fire's goin' down in the west And a black haired beauty sits down next to me With a smile that steals my breath She says, "I've worn that look before and been down the same dark road" I say, "Let's throw back some strong Marguirita's And have a broken hearted toast...'cause (Chorus) They say you can touch the clouds in Denver Nearly whisper in St. Peter's ear Kingston Town ain’t got much elevation But, I just met an angel down here (Chorus) My ex is high in the Rockies two thousand miles away Man, things got crazy and she wanted some space Didn't know how much would change when I got on that plane Cause, I never expected to see Jamaica this way No, I never expected to see Jamaica this way Aw, I'm here in Jamaica, mon I love this place Feelin' good... Copyright 5/9/15 Pat Kelley
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IT MIGHT GET LOUD V1 This cowboy says, mam I see you're new in town If you left the city lights for a quiet country life A place to settle down...welcome to Podunk USA Quiet as a tumble weed most of the week But when Friday night rolls around Gonna give you fair warning right now Chorus It might get loud Oh, it might get rowdy Yeah, it happens ev'ry time we party There might be dancin' on the bar Fights out in the yard Like a bolt from a thunder cloud It might get loud Oh, it might get loud V2 I said cowboy, I ain't no city chick I grew up 'n kicked my boots, got deep country roots Out in the sticks...hey, what you see ain't always what you get And you ain't seen my wild side yet Cuz when Friday night rolls around I'll give you fair warning right now Chorus 2 It might get loud Oh, it might get rowdy Hey, it happens ev'ry time I party I might be dancin' on the bar Cat fightin' in the yard Like a bolt from a thunder cloud It might get loud Oh, it might get loud Solo Oh, you just might discover If we run into one another Repeat chorus 1 Bridge I'll pound some shots on the rocks It'll set me off Like a fuse lightin' up a bomb Outtro It might get loud, oh it might get loud It might get loud, oh, it might get loud Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Copyright Pat Kelley, BMI Office: 802-885-3307 Cell: 802-376-8847 pk2@vermontel.net
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Come To Jesus (Verse) He not the best father Not a true friend That bottle’s got a grasp on his life And it’s not giving in He’s got people who love him Family that cares We’ve seen all we can see And all we could bare (Chorus) It’s time for a come to Jesus Lay it all on the line Hope he gives his soul To the Lord Makes the change While he’s still got time Cause when you come to Jesus Help is on the way (Verse) He’s not a good worker Late most every day When the whiskey clocks in It costs more than his pay We can’t sit and watch him Throw his life away There’s a higher power waiting If he’d turn to God and pray (Chorus) (Instrumental) (Bridge) So, we’ll meet him at his weakest (Chorus) (Outro) Yeah, when you come to Jesus Help is on the way © 2025 Debra Foster, BMI/Pat Kelley, BMI/Raymond Mantovani, ASCAP
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The Greatest Show On Earth (Is life) Copyright Bucky Jones/Pat Kelley (Optional ringmaster) “Welcome to the greatest show on earth....” (Verse) A three ring circus was really something to see Aw, Elephants, lions and clowns and the flyin' trapeze Some people say it was as good as a show can be Well, I don't agree, 'cause as for me (Chorus) It's a shooting star racin' through the sky Fireworks boomin' on the 4th of July Kids splashin' in a creek in the summertime The smile you see in your lover’s eyes We get our ticket at birth Yeah, the greatest show on earth is life (Verse) Before too long the big top was packed and gone But on the stage of life, man the show goes on Like the look of a mom when her baby's born A small town parade when a soldier comes home (Chorus) *Followed by instrumental break (Bridge) A little girl holdin' grand pa paw's hand, pink sprinkles on her nose at the ice cream stand Young man so nervous he can hardly breathe, legs 'r shakin', down on one knee...and she says yes Aw, she says yes (Final Chorus) It's a long home run in the bottom of the 9th A full rainbow painting the sky Sea of phone lights on a concert night The sight of Old Glory flyin' high We get our ticket at birth Yeah, the greatest show on earth is life (Outro) Yeah, the greatest show on earth Aww, the greatest show on earth…is life
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Unsung Saints (Verse) Well, he ain’t got wings, but the folks under that bridge would swear he does 'Cause the blankets that he brings are like a gift from up above He dishes out some food and feeds them all a little hope And he knows but for the grace of God he’d be in the same boat (Chorus) That’s an unsung saint, that’s your everyday hero Living everyday the only way that he knows In every town on every street you might not know them when you meet But they're making this ol’ world a better place So raise your voice and sing a song for the unsung saints (Verse) She taught three generations how to read and write and love There’s no one in this little town her spirit hasn’t touched For the hurting and the hopeless she was there in times of need And last Sunday at her service you couldn’t find an empty seat (Chorus) That’s an unsung saint, that’s your everyday hero Living everyday the only way that they know In every town on every street you might not know them when you meet But they're making this ol’ world a better place So raise your voice and sing a song for the unsung saints (Refrain) For the unsung saints...For the fireman running into the flames Unsung saints...For the soldier fighting through his pain Even though you’re never gonna know their names In every town on any street you might not know them when you meet But they’re making this ol’ world a better place So raise your voice and sing a song Raise your voice and sing along Raise your voice and sing a song for the unsung saints For the unsung saints Copyright Pat Kelley/Rob Crosby/Angela Kaset
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Where I Go To Church (Verse) It's a perfect Sunday mornin' down here at the creek I'm a one man congregation once again this week My troubles start to drift away as the water rolls on by And the birds sing hallelujah as my spirit comes to life (Chorus) That's where I go to church In a sanctuary of heaven here on earth The one my Father built No human hand can stand a chance Against God's handi-work So, that's where I go Where I go to church (Verse) I take my communion where my soul is fed And I don't need a cathedral, a steeple high over my head And I'm not tryin' to change you or tell you where to find your peace But, a field of green or a mountain stream always works for me (Chorus) That's where I go to church In a sanctuary of heaven here on earth The one my Father built No human hand can stand a chance Against God's handi-work So, that's where I go Where I go to church (1/2 chorus) It's not made with human hands It's God's own handi-work So, that's where I go Where I go....where I go to church Ohhh…where I go to church Copyright Angela Kaset/Pat Kelley
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As Far As Anyone Knows V1 I'm at the gym at 6am and I see you there Workin' that treadmill like you always did And I never waste my time to stop and stare Yeah, I've finally reached a point where I don't care Pre-chorus And I never shower quick to watch you walk to your car And I don't care who you're hangin' with when I see you in a bar Chorus I never check your Instagram Read your social posts Don't turn green with jealousy When you're dancin' way too close Naw, I don't wanna take him out Yeah, I swear on my grandmaw And I'm not crossin' my toes My nose ain't growin' like Pinocchio As far as anyone knows As far as anyone knows V2 It's not like I drive by your house all the time It's only after work and on the weekends And I don't care if that strangers car is parked outside And it's still there when you turn out your bedroom light Chorus (Instrumental) Bridge Yeah, I've moved on and I never look back No, I don't, as far as anyone knows As far as anyone knows Far as anyone knows Chorus Pat Kelley Copyright 4/19 BMI 802-885-3307 pk2@vermontel.net
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It’s Always Someone Else I used to send prayer signs to friends on line For someone sick or on hard times I'd close my eyes, have a word with God Ask Him to help, then I'd move on In the moment I'd honestly sympathize But, I never realized Chorus It's always someone else till it's not Till the one in the mirror has to walk the walk Everyone I love ran through my mind So much more to do Now it's all about time Money and things don't mean a whole lot When your world stops Yeah, it's always someone else till it's not I put my best face on one day at a time Jesus became the best friend of mine Troubles that once put me over the brink Are like ant hills and don't mean a thing In a heartbeat our lives can change And we're never the same Chorus I had my "why me" days like others do Till I saw that smiling little girl...with no hair Playin' there in the waiting room Chorus It's always someone else till it's not (Spoken) Some blessings come in the strangest ways One of mine came with a scary name I've got to say, because of cancer I'm a better me today Copyright 9/28/22 Pat Kelley, BMI Email: pk2@vermontel.net
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When The World Gets Small I love it when the world gets small When we lie here insulated from it all And we swim deep into each others eyes And time stands still till the morning light I love it when the world gets small And the phone is off the hook, so no one calls When your heart beats in my chest with mine And we lose all track of space and time When the world gets small-oh, when the world gets small (Chorus) Every fear I have disappears When you and I are lyin' here And when I pull you close Oh, I don't wanna let go No, I don't wanna let go I love it when the world gets small And your arms hold back the storms like an ocean wall When our kisses melt our cares away Million things to do, but they can wait When the world gets small-oh, when the world gets small (Chorus) Every fear I have disappears When you and I are lyin' here And when I pull you close Oh, I don't wanna let go No, I don't wanna let go When the world gets small-oh, when the world gets small When the world gets small-when the world gets small When the world gets small Copyright 10/17/14 Pat Kelley, BMI
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AMERICAN BACKBONE (Verse) It's 5 am quiet, crack 'a dawn Fires up that diesel tractor for another run It's a six-day grind, all damn year This workin' man racin' time on his ol' John Deere (Chorus) He's a small-town story We don't read about Same ol’ field his grampaw plowed Doin’ his best to make that old man proud You won’t hear him braggin’ Won’t hear him cuss Workin’ hard is what he loves Raisin’ a fam’ly, providin’ a home Through the storms and the droughts He's an American backbone An American backbone (Verse) Round here his words’ as good as gold His name is strong like the roots of an oak Spends Sunday mornin’ in a church pew Then coachin' his boys ball team that afternoon (Chorus) (Bridge) He’s ain’t out to win a medal Just keepin' this heartland strong And prayin’ by the grace of God One day he’ll pass it on (Breakdown chorus) (Outro) To the rest of the world he's unknown Yeah, but to us...he's an American Backbone Quiet, steady, strong, oh yes he is… An American Backbone © 12/9/25 Pat Kelley/Jordan Oaks Email: pk2@vermontel.net
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I See Tennessee (Verse) I laugh about the day we went to Graceland You wore your hair just like Priscilla Rolled our way down Beale Street at sunset Sippin' on bourbon sarsaparillas (Verse) We lied down by the Cumberland One Nashville neon night And our hearts tasted magic Under the Smoky Mountain sky (Chorus) I wonder if you think of me Every now and then If I ever cross your mind And what might have been I think sweet summer perfect When I think of you and me We’re still lovers in my movie And I see Tennessee (Verse) It’s like sittin’ down and watchin’ lots of reruns And knowin’ what the next scenes gonna be I guess Gatlinburg is still my favorite That night when you whispered you loved me (Verse) No matter where life takes me I think I know one fact I may keep moving forward But, I’ll be looking back (Chorus) (Bridge) I was chasin' songs and highways You wanted roots and a family Guess forever found a home In our Volunteer State memories (Breakdown chorus) (Outro) Yeah, I see Tennessee Ohh...ohh, I see Tennessee © Pat Kelley/Bucky Jones 802-376-8847 Email: pk2@vermontel.net
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