A Simple Song Phil Schneider (ASCAP) © 2007 Dm A7 Dm 1. A song of unrequited love sung to a simple melody, A7 Dm Seductive words of tenderness that set her passions free. Gm7 Dm A smile, a touch, a caress; the way it made her feel. A7 Dm The things it made her do that let her think that love was real. 2. The country walks in Spring; as arm in arm they’d go. The dancing until dawn as they held each other close. They’d dine by candle light, faces aglow with flame. Intoxicating wine and breath. Who would suspect this love to wane? Gm7 C7 F Bridge: But the verses turned to sadness; it became a song she could not bear. Gm7 C7 A7 Unanswered calls, missed rendezvous, long nights filled with tears. 3. A lonely bridge at night; a lover in the rain. She steps up to the rail, never to love again. The water swirls below; it beckons through the rain. It was just a foolish song to cause her all this pain.
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Country Rain Phil Schneider (ASCAP) © 2011 Clouds roll in on a hot summer day The breeze picks up and drives the heat away. Fat heavy drops fall from the leaves; Wash away the dust, makes the air smell clean. Somehow in the city it’s not the same As the way it feels in a gentle country rain. If it rains hard enough you can knock off work. A day now an’ then sure don’t hurt. Sittin’ on the porch sippin’ one or two Dreamin’ ‘bout the things you’ll never do. Somehow in the city it’s not the same As the way it feels in a gentle country rain. Windows covered in liquid lace Makes the world seem like a different place. Or makin’ love in the meadow, get a little wet, Adds spice to life you can sure bet. Somehow in the city it’s not the same As the way it feels in a gentle country rain.
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The Oak Upon the Hill Phil Schneider, ASCAP © 2011 Grandpa fell in battle somewhere over there. Grandma had him laid to rest up there on the hill. When her time came she was placed beside him in that yellow clay. An acorn grew up between them up there on that glade. Chorus: From (that) (a) tiny acorn a mighty oak did grow Nourished in the soil by spring rains and winter snow. The roots entwine their bodies as they rest in the deep And, when’er the winds do blow, gently rock them in their sleep. Daddy couldn’t bring himself to cut that sapling down. There, between his pa and ma, it seemed ‘twas sacred ground. I grew up seeing that lone oak upon that hill And that’s where I placed him. His last wish I did fulfill. (chorus) And as I dropped that hand of dirt when we placed mama in her tomb, I felt a bit of comfort amidst the sorrow and the gloom. I have no fear of that ground when I’m placed amongst them there; I’ll be home with my family again ‘neath that oak upon the hill. (Final chorus): From a tiny acorn a mighty oak did grow, Nourished in the soil by spring rains and winter snow. The roots will entwine us as we rest in the deep, And when’er the winds do blow, gently rock us in our sleep.
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Cruisin' Down to the Yucatan by Phil Schneider (ASCAP) (c) Copyright 2005 1. I hitch-hiked down as far as Marathon with my banjo slung o'er my back. I was slammin' down shots and jalapeno pops in a Boot Key bar called the Grouper Shack. I met this guy an' his pretty little wife; he said they need to hire a hand. They was headin' down to Mexico; I could party with them when they reached Yucatan. Chorus: Crusin' down to the Yucatan with the trade winds fillin' the sails. Standin' my watch with a beer in my hand an' watchin' the captain's wife Layin' bare by the rail. 2. He had a forty foot sloop all ready to go; he assured me it would be lots of fun. The pay wasn't great but I liked his wife's tan so I threw back a shot an' said, "sign me on!" Our second day out a squall line moved in; the weather got bad pretty fast. The captain got scared; he headed for land but instead of turnin' right he took a hard left. (Chorus) 3. We were on a broad reach off a Cuban beach when patrol boats hove into view. The captain an' his wife were both Canadian; they were let go, but me? I was screwed. They stuck me in a cell; fed me rice an' beans. The treatment it wasn't the best. But, as a good-will gesture by the Castro Regime, I was extradited back to the U. S. (Chorus) (+) Coda: Now, Key West don't have no Federal detention so they stuck me in Monroe County Jail. I have learned how to cope, not drop my soap, and check the captain's passport before I set sail. Cruisin' down to the Yucatan with the trade winds fillin' the sails. Standin' my watch with a beer in my hand an' watchin' the captains's wife, No tan lines in sight, Watchin' the captain's wife layin' bare by the rail.
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The Puppy Song By Phil Schneider (ASCAP) (c) 2005 1. When I was a kid I saw tha girl next door playin'' in her back yard. She had two little dogs on a leash an'' they was playin'' mighty hard. Those dogs wuz so cute; they looked so fine. I wished that one of those puppies was mine. So I walked on over and this is what I said to her: Chorus: You gotta nice pair of puppies; I''ll bet it''s fun to play with them! I like the way they jump up and down; they so soft and smooth and round. Cute little noses stickin'' outta they face, They wiggle an'' jiggle; flop all over the place. You gotta nice pair of puppies; would you let me play with them? 2. My father took me to a dog show to teach me ''bout all tha diff''rent breeds. They was collies, an'' spaniels, an'' terriers, and such, just about any kinda dog you could see. A lady with a pair of Pomeranians is really what caught my eye. So, I walked on over an'' this is what I said to her: (Chorus) 3. Now there comes a time in every man''s life when he needs to watch what he say. Let me tell you ''bout what happened to me, why, just tha other day. I was in a bar, a kinda a swanky place; they was carpet and crystal all over da place, When I saw this girl, and I knew right then she was tha kinda girl I''d like to know. 4. She had long dark hair hangin'' down her back and the prettiest blue eyes. She really filled out that sequined dress in a way that''d make most men sigh. I had to meet her any way I could. I walked right over to her and there I stood. Now, I know it wasn''t really what I intended to say but this is what I said to her: (Chorus)
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An Island Sort of Way Phil Schneider (ASCAP) © 2008 Chorus: Tha tide flows out; come back in. Tha sun will rise, also set again. Day leads ta night; night inta day. It’s tha rhythm of things in an island sort of way! 1. LeeAnn works tha convenience store up on U.S.1. She noticed Lester tha first time he come in. She thought he looked fine so she flashed him her smile. Now each time he come in they flirt for a while. (chorus) 2. Wilma an’ Bob skip school one day. They stop at tha market on their drive down ta tha bay. They talk an’ they laugh; skinny dip for a while. Bob can’t get enough of Wilma’s smile. (chorus) 3. Eddie fish tha reef with a snowbird on board. That’s tha way he make his livin’; it tha only thing he know. His family been doin’ it since before tha railroad came. As long as there is fish no need for him ta change. (chorus) 4, Now, Bobby’s in tha Army some where in tha east. Wilma writes tha letter that set her mind at ease. Eddie rides tha reef; each day tha tourists call. LeeAnn an’ Lester’s baby is due in tha fall. (Chorus) Coda: It’s tha rhythm of things in an island sort of way. Day leads ta night, night inta day. Tha sun will rise an’ also set again; tha tide flows out an’ comes back in.
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(It Was A ) Crime of Passion by Phil Schneider (ASCAP) © 2007 1. Jorge, he luv Tomika but Tomika don’ care. She say she luv Toni; Jorge she cannot bear. Toni shoot down Jorge one sunny afternoon. Now, Tomika spend Jorge’s money; Toni hangs next June. Chorus: It was a crime of passion, a shame, a sin. A sad commentary of da state we are in. No good ta question da reason why; life’s a bitch an’ den you die! 2. Alfred he work in da office all day Countin’ da bank money den ‘e puut it all away. One day ‘e decide ta take some money ‘ome. Now he sleep every night in da jailhouse all alone. (Chorus) 3. Pearl she don’ do nut’in’ at all. She sit aroun’ an’ eat ‘till she as wide as she is tall. When you consider da food she put away You could feed half Jamaica for one whole day! (Chorus) 4. Rich folk sip Crystal an’ sniff da cocain. Poor folk drink beer ta ease deir pain. Da middle folk watch footbol on da Sunday TV. An’ young folk smoke ganja so dey kin live free! (Chorus)
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Down at the Blue Bee Bar (Green Turtle Cay, Bahamas) By Phil Schneider ASCAP © 2008 I. Sail on down ta Green Turtle Key; there’s a place there, ain’t much ta see. Don’t let that turn you away ‘cause it’s tha place all tha cruisers come ta play. Chorus: Down at tha Blue Bee Bar, Down at tha Blue Bee Bar, Everbody’s bottom ‘s bumpin’ ‘cause tha place is really jumpin’, Down at tha Blue Bee Bar! II. Tha first time I went down ta Miz E’s I didn’t think there was room ta squeeze. Bizness cards wuz pinned to all tha walls an’ hangin’ from tha rafters wuz panties an’ bras! III. In a room to tha side wuz a pool table but there were so many people we weren’t able. A couple in tha corner did it on tha floor; with a crowd standin’ round cheerin’ for more! IV. A nurse from Jacksonville got up ta dance; she fell out tha door an’ wet her pants! There wuz two girls dancin’ on tha tiny little bar wearin’ nuthin’ but their smiles, an’ there you are V. Miz E wouldn’t put up with all this fuss; she stood there hollerin’ at all of us. Tha po-lice busted in; they made a big crash. It wuz one hell of a Goom-bay smash!
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Tote The Load Phil Schneider (ASCAP) © 2008 1. Lost my job; lost my home. Most everything damn thing that I own See my family look at me. How much more trouble can there be? 2. I look for work every day. All I find is minimum pay. Not enough for us to eat! How can I bet back on my feet? Chorus: Mercy, mercy, mercy me! How much more trouble can there be? Christ almighty, don’t you know sometimes it hard to tote the load? 3. I served my country; did my time; now I stand in a mission line. Swallowed my anger and my pride; but I ain’t lookin’ for no free ride. (Chorus) 4. Some folks rich; some ‘re poor. Them that’s got just want some more. All we own is on our backs. Can’t carry much in a garbage sack. (Chorus)
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Mango Salsa By Phil Schneider (ASCAP) © 2009 1. When yoo come down Mon-tego Bay don’ run off to where yoo stay. Lots of places to be seen where you can taste lo-cale cuisine. (wit’) Chorus: Mongo, mongo, mongo salsa, iss so good to eat! Mongo, mongo, mongo salsa; iss an i-lan’ treat! 2. Try jerk chicken or curried goat. Or de fish fresh from de boat. Grilled, or steamed, or deep fried; cassava an’ plantain on de side. (wit’ lost uh) Chorus: 3. De tourist come an’ den dey go. But all de pop-u-lay-tion know From da east an’ to de west mongo salsa is de best! (I love it!) Chorus: 4. Dice de mongo really fine. Add da juice from de lime. Chop onion, pepper, but take care not to make da eyes to tear. (That hurts!) Chorus:
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Interstate Highway Phil Schneider (ASCAP) © 2006 1. I merge off the entrance ramp. It’s dark; the weather’s cold and damp. I don’t mind ‘cause this highway’s takin’ me home. I dim my lights; put the radio on. I try my coffee; it burns my tongue. But, this ribbon of concrete’s takin’ me back home. Chorus: Back home, where the weather’s warm! Back home where I belong! Back home where them lovin’ arms is strong. This interstate highway’s leadin’ me back to where I back to where I want to be. Interstate highway, take me back home. 2. The sun comes up; it hurts my eyes. I lift my cup an’ realize It’s time to be fillin’ up again. South of The Border’s where I’ll stop, fill my tank an’ cup at the Stop ‘n’ Shop, Then it’s back on this highway headin’ home. (Chorus) 3. The weather gets hot an’ the tires whine; the M & M’s go glidin’ by. That Florida-Georgia line’s not far ahead. A shower passes an’ the road gets slick. As I approach Jacksonville the traffic gets thick. But, I don’t mind ‘cause in two more hours I’ll be home. (Chorus)
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I Wunna Take A Trip Down To Rio Phil Schneider (ASCAP) © 2010 I wunna take a trip down to Rio; I wunna catch Carniva?l. Party on the Tropic of Capricorn at that austral Bacchanal. I wunna take a trip down to Rio. That’s where all the women are hot. They can really dance the Samba an’ they don’t wear a lot! I wunna go down to Rio. Maybe get myself a flat Gaucho’s hat. Play my guitar in Corcavado; sip cashasa on the Rio Platte. Check out the beach at Ipanima contemplating tongas fio denta?l; Splash in the agues de Marco with a garota sensua?l. I wunna take a plane down to Rio. Maybe book an eco- tour. See all the jungle animals and tropical birds in their haut couture. Fly above Sugar Loaf Mountain; see the famous statue below. I wunna take a plane down to Rio, Rio de Janer-i-o
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Dead Chicken Phil Schneider (ASCAP) © 2010 She told me it was over; she asked me to leave. I stepped out on her front porch on Eton Street. I should-a gone home but I was in a deep funk, So, I decided to stop some place so I could get drunk. I headed over towards Duval. It was just a few blocks to all The lights and people and a lot of bars. I stopped at the corner to wait for some cars. As I stood there waitin’ it started to pour. “That’s great!” I said and asked, “What more?” And as if Mother Nature was tryin’ to explain, I spied a dead chicken, in the gutter, in the rain. Chorus: Sometimes life serves up peaches and cream; Sometimes the answers to all of your dreams. Sometimes oysters, caviar and French champagne; Or, sometimes, just a dead chicken, in the gutter, in the rain! A cop rolled up and I heard Him ask what I had done to that sacred bird. I told I had an alibi. He didn’t believe me; said it was a lie. I was taken in but was able to make bail. Now I really needed my favorite cocktail. As I stood at the bar I had to contemplate How my life had been effected by that dead bird’s fate. I’d lost my "chick" and to boot Two weeks pay. That’ll be hard to re-"coop". Then there’s the matter of my self esteem, If you know "egg"-sactly what I mean!(Chorus)
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Light In The Sky Phil Schneider, ASCAP © 2010 Runnin’ out of Okachobee on 441. Tryin’ to make Yehaw Junction be-fore tha mornin’ sun. Headin’ for Atlanta with tomatoes as my load, Then a turn-around for Tampa with irrigation hose. Suddenly I’m hit with an awful ghastly light Comin’ out the sky. It gave me quite a fright. I think it’s a helicopter, but there isn’t any sound. Ahead and back the road is clear; there’s no one else a-round. (Refrain) Light in tha sky, light in tha sky, why did I run into that light in tha sky? Tha next thing I know two hours has passed. My tractor’s on the shoulder idlin’ in tha grass. I’ve got an uneasy feelin’ I’ve been through somethin’ strange; Vague pieces of memory bouncin’ round inside my brain. (Refrain) I make it to tha depot ‘bout four hours late. To make matters worse my load is light by one tomato crate. I missed my load for Tampa; had to dead-head back home Checkin’ out tha sky to see if I’m alone. (Refrain) There’s no moral to my story; it’s just a tale to tell. But, ever since I seen that light, my life’s been hell. I have trouble remembering things. ‘S nuthin’ to do with age. And suddenly, at times, it seems I’m filled with rage. (Refrain) My wife up an’ left me; said she had to go. Couldn’t live with me tha way I’d changed. And I guess it’s so. But ever since I ran into that light in tha sky I ask myself, what happened to that one damn crate of tomatoes? (Refrain)
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Skit-So-Frenic Phil Schneider (ASCAP) © 2011 Chorus Skit-so-frenic I how my baby acts a-round me. Skit-so-frenic, she goes as crazy as crazy can be! Sometimes she’s as sweet as pie then suddenly she wants to tear out my eyes! Skit-so-frenic is how my baby acts a-round me! The guys came over to watch the game She puts out some crackers and a nice cheese tray. After ‘bout an hour I asked her, “Dear, Would you bring us all another beer?” (Chorus) She got a new outfit an’ she put it on to show me. “Tell me the truth,” she said, “be honest, Honey, Does this dress make my butt look big?” Well, she insisted, so I told her it did! (Chorus) I took her out to dinner an’ then to dance. She snuggled up close like she was ready for romance. In a sultry voice she asked, “Got anything on your mind?” I said, “That blond over there looks mighty fine.” (Chorus) Now, to tell you the truth it’s hard, I find To know what goes on in a woman’s mind. When she asks for somethin’ an’ you try to comply, She just goes crazy, or starts to cry! (Chorus)
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Dainty Things Phil Schneider, ASCAP © 2011 Mamma passed last year and Papa took it rough. For months he just moped around and wouldn’t do very much. Then he cheered up; started to get better That’s when I knew he was gonna recover. He started goin’ ‘round visitin’ his friends. Movin'' on with life; getting’ it together again. Next thing I know he’s goin’ out nites. Said it was just to get him-self a bite. Then this girl showed up hangin’ ‘round the place. Every now an’ then I’d see her give him a peck on the face. He’d pat her on the rump; she’d call him “honey”. First thing I thought she was after his money. But Pa didn’t have any, that I knew. And you could see things was gittin’ tight between the two. On a visit one day I had to use the john An’ there for me to gaze upon were Chorus: Dainty things hangin’ in the shower. Dainty things Mamma would never wear! Dainty things, all filmy an’ stringy an’ tiny. It sure is strange when your Pa’s goin ‘round with some young girl! I figgered I’d have to have a talk with the ole man; Go over the facts of life with him again. When I did, he just smiled an’ said, “Son, don’t get too many ideas in your head. Things is different now from when I married your Ma, With chat-rooms, internet dating, an’ all. Yes, I’m sowin’ some wild oats, but with circumspection. An’ don’t worry, son, I’m usin’ protection! Chorus
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Down at Woody’s Phil Schneider, ASCAP © 2011 They line-dance in the sawdust down at Woody’s. Or, you can dance up close with your gal down at Woody’s. Then somebody has to start a fight; it happens almost every night! That’s why it’s always crowded down at Woody’s. The music’s always fine down at Woody’s. You can hear those guitars whine down at Woody’s. The band is always right and they’re usually pretty tight. You can have a mighty good time down at Woody’s. They don’t have fancy drinks down at Woody’s. If you ask for one they’ll all laugh down at Woody’s. Plain ole whiskey and beer is all they serve in there. Don’t be ordering any French wine down at Woody’s. You gotta get outta town to get to Woody’s. It’s only ‘bout five miles out to Woody’s. At the fork just hang right an’ soon it’ll be in sight. Come on out an’ I’ll see you down at Woody’s.
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Livin’ My Life As a Cowboy Phil Schneider (ASCAP) © 2011 When I was young I used to dream about livin’ my life as a cowboy, Ridin’ an’ ropin’, cussin’ an’ smokin’, wear jingly spurs an’ say, “How-dy”. I’d pick out my horse from the ramuda. Train him my-self so I know he’ll be good. Teach him some tricks to impress other people, work cattle like a good pony should. But a cowboy’s life is a lonely life, ridin’ the range on his pony. He works in the saddle from mornin’ ‘til dusk. A lot more chores than there’s money. An’ it’s cold in the winter an’ hot in the summer. The sweat an’ dust makes his neck itch. No one ever got rich by bein’ a cowboy an’ I guess that’s no way to live. I’d ride into town of a Saturday evenin’; drink at the saloon an’ flirt with the girls. Take one down to the Bijoux; see the movin’ picture, or to a dance an’ give her a whirl.
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COWGIRL LOVE PHIL SCHNEIDER 1. MET HER ON A BARSTOOL OUTSIDE OF LAFAYETTE ASKED WAS I A COWBOY; SAID SHE LIKED MY HAT. TOLD HER I HAD EATEN A FEW STEAKS IN MY TIME. ASKED HER IF THAT QUALIFIED. SHE SAID, “YOU’LL DO JIST FINE.” SHE THREW BACK HER SHOT AN’ MOTIONED TO THA DOOR. THEN WHISPERED IN MY EAR WHAT SHE WAS LOOKIN’ FOR COWGIRL LOVE, COWGIRL LOVE, TOLD ME THAT SHE’D GIVE ME SOME COWGIRL LOVE! 2. WE HEADED DOWN THE HIGHWAY IN MY FORD PICK-UP TRUCK LOOKIN’ FOR A MOTEL THAT WAS CHEAP, DISCRETE AN’ SNUG. SAID THAT SHE PREFERRED A BIG OL’ KING-SIZE BED FOR ME AN’ HER AN’ A BOTTLE OF JOHNNY WALKER RED. CRAWLED UPON THE SHEETS AN’ PULLED ME IN BESIDE, “COME ON, COWBOY, LET ME SHOW YOU HOW I RIDE!” COWGIRL LOVE, COWGIRL LOVE, SHE RODE ME ‘CROSS THE PLAINES WITH HER COWGIRL LOVE! 3. NEVER HAD AN AFTERNOON LIKE THAT BEFORE OR SINCE. SHE FINISHED UP THA BOTTLE, THEN BOLTED FOR THA FENCE. TOOK MY CASH AN’ CREDIT CARDS CARD. BUT I DON’T REALLY MIND; WAS ONLY A HUNDRED DOLLARS AN’ MY CARDS AT THEIR CREDIT LINE. AN’ IF I’M EVER BACK DOWN IN LAFAYETTE GONNA FIND THAT GAL AN’ SEE IF I CAN GET. MORE COWGIRL LOVE, COWGIRL LOVE, GONNA FIND THAT GAL AN’ GET SOME MORE COWGIRL LOVE! © 2012 PHIL SCHNEIDER (ASCAP)
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’46 Ford Randall Hughes (SESAC) Phil Schneider (ASCAP) (c)2012 Rollin’ down tha highway in my ’46 Ford; Red clay dust on tha runnin’ boards. New cars passin’ me by. I don’t care; I just drive. Hair slicked back; Stetson on. Midnight blue with extra chrome. Gotta V-eight, three on tha floor, Big back seat, let me tell you what for. (Chor) When I roll in at the hang-out Ladies checkin’ me out. Never seen nothin’ like me before: A cool country boy inna ’46 Ford! (Cool country boy inna ‘46 Ford!) (Bridge) Red-striped grill, little fender lights, diaper wall tires clean an’ wide. Best Sunday shirt, dressed ta kill. If the car don’t get ‘em my good looks will! Yes, Miss Pretty, it’s my joy an' pride. Let me get tha door; take ya for a ride Out to Dry Lake. Check out the shore From the back seat of my ’46 Ford!
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Every Step Of The Way Phil Schneider (ASCAP) (c) 2013 1. Sometimes I feel forgotten, abandoned, alone; Seems I have to face the world, face it on my own. When my mind is troubled it's hard to be aware There's someone with me every step of the way. 2. As the sailor on the sea has only stars by which to steer, My journey may be frightening, my destination unclear. But there's this voice deep inside; helps to guide me on, And I know it will be with me every step of the way. (Bridge) A voice bringing brightness to the darkest day; Courage to continue with hope to light the way! 3. A voice is inside us; helps us carry on, Soothes our restless spirit when we think all hope is gone. Just listen, you can hear and came to rely It will be with you always every step of the way. 4. So, if you feel forgotten. abandoned, alone, Seems you have to face the world, face it on your own. Don't let your mind be troubled; just be aware There is someone with you always every step of the way.
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The Dream Phil Schneider (ASCAP), Randall Hughes (SESAC) (c) 2014 The yellow sun bathed her corn-silk hair. Breez-es teased 'round her lemon dress. Gleaming eyes of green seemed a promised offer-ing: Her face, her smile, her golden body. I had a dream and that is all it was In that space between slumber and reality. There really was no way I could delay the day, But her arms held me in her sweet embrace. When she turned away I knew there was nothing I could do; I can't go back and start it over. When I awoke this song was in my mind Hinting promises for the day. But they turned into a lie. She never said goodbye. She released my hand and just slipped away.
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Lite & Bright Phil Schneider (c) 2015 Light and bright in a bubbly way Is how I feel when you say, "I like you," well, I like you, too! And just like hugging a little puppy I am so very lucky To have you for a friend! I'll let you find me when we play run and hide, You can make me feel better when I cry. If you try to kiss me I'll let you. We can have a lemonade stand; I'll squeeze the lemons and you can Stir in the sugar. And, maybe some day, when we're grown we can have a home of our own. I'd like that; wouldn't you? Doo-un da doo-un, doo doo doo.
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Mary Has A Little Lamb Phi Schneider (c) 2016 Mary has a little lamb, everybody knows. Though it may be out of style it still happens, I suppose. He follows her everyplace, where ever she might go. Doesn't care what others think; he loves Mary so. He would do anything to see his Mary smile. It's his heart's desire is to talk with her a while. And if he's lucky, perhaps to hold her hand. He is very happy to be Mary's little lamb. BRIDGE: When she speaks her voice is like a song. She is his melody as he follows her along. Sun rise is in her eyes; moonbeams jewel her hair. But does she know he 's there? Mary makes his heart beat as fast as his tail. He follows Mary over hill and over dale. Little lambs are sweet; little lambs are shy. Little lambs love little girls; there is no reason why.
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When the Rain Is Over/ Impressions of a Girl in the Rain Travis Hughes SESAC, Phil Schneider ASCAP (C) 2015 Am7(addB) Ab7(b5) Gmaj7 G6 1. Night cobble stones re-flect city lights Gm7(sus4) Gb7(b5) Fmaj7 F6 Of raindrop prisms red, green, and white. F#m7 B7 Em Em6 Em(#5) Em7 She steps quickly, as in a dance, A7 A9 Am7 D9 Shoes and um-brella in her hand. 2. Evening mist wets her face. Avoiding puddles sets her pace. Does she long for sun and an - other When the rain is o- ver ? Am7 D9 Bm7 E7 Bridge: A when, a how, a space, some-where some time, some place, A7 D9 G Will there be a trace when the rain is o-ver? 3. Her smile a reflex, she goes pass'd Unaware of the spell she has cast. Is this a memory that will last when the rain is over?
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Let's Change Our World Travis Hughes (SESAC) Phil Schneider (ASCAP) © 2017 Intro: Lately it seems we’re staying the same, clock ticking, routine remains. What if there’s something we have left to do? Let’s find out; look at life brand new. 1. And let's change our world with all do. Make life better for me and for you. Tomorrow we live with what we do today. Let's change our world, don't hesitate. 2. Everyone knows we reap what we sew. Let's plant a future, watch how it grows. The tomorrows we have left all start today. Change our direction; find a new way. (Bridge) Seems we are stuck heads in the sand. Time to get up together and stand. Look out, look up and face the sun. So much undone. 3.) Make one new thing better today. Start now; don’t wait. Tomorrow we live with what we do today. Let's change our world before it's too late.
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