Where 45 Ends

E. Marie Aldrich-Creasy

Copyright © 2010 by E. Marie Aldrich-Creasy

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Contents

I DO HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY

Dear Santa

Pool Hall

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Ten Minutes

No End

The Message

Devine Power

A Letter Home

All Turned Around

All the Time, Anytime

ALL THAT

3, 6, 9

TIME TAUGHT ME

A GIFT TO SHARE

A CROSS

AGING GRACEFULLY . . .

DREAMS

CHOSEN

Carryin’ On

BURIED TREASURE

BO BIRLEY

Big Ol Cat

DVD

FORGIVE YOURSELF

FUNNY HOW LIFE SPINS

GAZING OUT A WINDOW

Getting Older

I Haven’t A Clue

FIRST CLUE

DRIFTWOOD

JEFF

OUR DEAR LINDA

HEADED TO TEXAS

GOD’S CRYSTAL LIGHT

GIVE ME

HAVE YA’ EVER BEEN SCARED

I’M HAPPY

HE LOVES ME

Hey Ya’ll, Do You Know Paul

I-45 ENDS WHERE THE SUNRISE BEGINS

GETTING TOGETHER

BE CAREFUL

AUNT FLO

ANN

HE’S FAIR

HEY DUDE

LETS ROCK

TICK TOCK

THE RACE

UNTIL THE RACE IS WON

USE TO BE NUMBER 6

WERE READY

JOEY

Drivin’ That’A Way

BLESS NASCAR

GO FAST

Kayle

THE BUZZ

I’M FOUND

I ALWAYS LOVED YOU

I AM SO HAPPY

I AM THANKFUL

I DID TOO QUIT

I KNEW IT WAS DONE

I LOVE THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME

I NEED A JOB

I SIGNED

I WANNA

SOMETHING ABOUT NASCAR

NASCAR SURVIVOR

# 3

SMELL OF BURNING RUBBER

ANY RACE, ANY WHERE

RACIN’ . . . IS WHAT I LIVE FOR

WHO WON

THE LUCK IN A RAINBOW

THE RACES

THE MERRY-GO ROUND BROKE

THE TRUTH

TURN LEFT DUMMIES

PLUM FULL OF SKILL

WRECKIN’ . . . . THATS RACIN’

NASCAR JUNKIE

UNWIND YOUR HEART FROM YOUR MIND

UNWANTED

TOO YOUNG

TOO MUCH

TOMORROW’S YESTERDAY

TODAY IT DOESN’T MATTER

TO HEAR HIM TELL HIS STORY

THROUGHT IT ALL

THEY JUST DON’T SEE HIM

THREAD

THE VIEW FROM THE DECK

OUR FRIEND

Johnny’s Grin

THE TAILGATE PARTY IS ON

THE SCAM

YO BITCH

YOU’RE SENSELESS

YESTERDAY’S TODAY AND TOMORROW

Youth

WE ARE ONE

HAUNTS

IF

I WANNA GO RACIN

I WANT SOME

THOMAS

IF ONLY I WERE A LITTLE GIRL TODAY

THE JACKET

WE LAUGH . . . WE JOKE

CLOTHESPINS

DREAMS COMING TRUE

I Refuse

MY MEMORY, MY FACE

CRAWL THROUGH

MY FRIEND

MARIE’S POOP DECK CLOCK

LOVE DOES EXIST

NO GRAVITY

Where Did The Fairytale Magic Go

GOD COULD

When There’s Just Enough

WHAT A FRIEND

WHAT’S NEXT

LIFE’S NO MYSTERY

WAY BACK

THE MUSIC OF WATER

MY PILLOW

YOU

IF YOU DON’T WANNA

YOU DO GET REWARDED

IT’S HARD

IT’S ALMOST TIME

YOU LIE

MY SISTER MY FRIEND

LETTER FROM HEAVEN

LET’S GET UP AND GO

IN THE NAME

YOU ARDELLA

IN A COCOON

YOU CHANGE

WHEN THE CALLS COME

LOST IN THE SIGHT OF THE SEA

YEAH THAT’S 1983

Who’s Listenin’

NASCAR RACE

MY SON

YOU CHOOSE

I’LL TRY

NOW YOU’RE GROWN

OH THAT

NOT YET

NO ONE

NO EXCUSE

LITTLE MISSY

LOVE HAS COME MY WAY

SHORT THOUGHTS

STOP IT, QUIT IT

SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE

SECRETLY SOMEWHERE

SOMETIMES YA GOTTA ASK

SOMETIMES

MY HEART WON’T LISTEN

SHEET SPLITTEN’

RUTHIE

ROAD TRIP

BROOMSTICK

REGRET

NOT JUST YOUNG

RACHEL

QUIT IT

ASK, JUST ASK

The View I Never Take For Granted

PLEASE WAKE UP

PART OF MY PAST

YOU KNEW

OVER MY SHOULDER

SURGERY

DE’JA VU

REGRETS

YOU DON’T KNOW ME

HAS IT WENT TOO FAR

STRENGTH

THE FIRST TIME I SAW YOU

LOST IN MY MEMORY

WHERE I CAME FROM

THESE FIFTEEN YEARS

I AM ALIVE

JUST DRINKING

PEACEFUL DREAMS

STORIES

THE DEAL

THAT KIND OF GUY

TAKE A MINUTE

I’M GONNA

M.S.

OMIGOSH!

NO NOTHING

IT’S A PRETTY PLACE

YOU FIGURE IT OUT

ONE, TWO, FOUR OR MORE

LIKE AN OLD SHIRT

OK

OH YEAH HE LOVES ME

RICH ON FRIDAY

PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY SANDWICH

OH THAT

LIKE MAGIC

I CATCH MY BREATH

THROUGH LIFE

I’M THINKING

Talledaga

Guilty

SHOW TIME

Richard Petty

STEVE

Long Ago

YOU & I

HAVING FUN

DON’T BE SCARED

What to say

17

RILEY

I WANT TO I DON’T WANT TO

BETTER THAN THAT

IT WAS NUMBER 8

WATCHING THE CHASE

BACK OF THE TRUCK

WHERE IT BEGAN

Treason

ALONE AGAIN BULLSHIT!

NINE BLOCKS

NUTS

GAME

LAW OBEYING

IS IT DRUGS

UNDER THE RUG

THE INTIMIDATOR

BUMPER CHASIN’

CHANGE

INSANE

BED TIME

HUM!

FIRST TIME

DIFFERENT LOVE

US

BELIEVE

SO HELP ME SEE

RUN

ANOTHER TRAGIC DAY

BITE MY TONGUE

A SOLID HUG

TWISTED SICK

Mede pause

EVERYBODY

ANNOYED

HE’S

Little Quotes

Too Young

CAUGHT

CREASY

Mermaid

TEARS

WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL YOU SHARE

WHEN THERES PEOPLE

MAKE A TOAST

CAGED

BUTTERFLY BRAIN

IN OUR AMERICA

FROM THE BACK

I BELIEVE

Voices

Music Man

THE BEACH

IN MY MIND

The Poop Deck

Good Morning

Short Quotes

YOU KNOW

THE KEYS

MERMAID SONG

Burnin Palm Tree

Look

Salt Water Cowboy

Mexican Pearl

Moore’s

Saltwater Cowgirl

Farrah

Controversial Song

MOMMA

SENSE

FOURTH OF JULY

NOT OK

Country In Music

Little Things

DOWN HOME SALTWATER COUNTRY

DOPE NOPE

STEPPIN OUT THE DOOR

NOT AGAIN

TALL & STRONG

NO FACE

Lessons Learned

HAVE FUN

OPINIONS

Thoughts

PICTURES

Gidget Gadget

GOD

BROKEN WING

MEANT TO UNDERSTAND

I JUST WANT TO KNOW

I WANT TO SAY

ACHIEVE

AMEN

ME & YOU

A FOOL

IKE from 30th and Seawall

I DO HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY

More than just one someone

Believes my words are good

Even beautiful . . .

A stranger from far and near

Sat down to listen . . . to hear

Something I had to say

What I’d written and hidden away

The shoe boxes are empty

And the closet is clean

It’s time now for everyone

To interpret what it means

I have some stories to tell

Some words to write

I may burn the candle all night

Dear Santa

Santa I’m eight years old

This Christmas my wish is

A job for my mom

A bike for my brother Tom

And a doll for my sister Mary, who really is quite contrary

Santa I hope you have some cookies before you go!

I pray to share a warm Christmas dinner with my family

And watch the falling snow

Pool Hall

We all wanna win

Win the jackpot, win the lottery, win it all!

But for now, how about last call

It’s late, time to go home

We’re not in Louisiana, or in Rome

Last calls at ten minutes till two

Then at fifteen minutes after two, it’s good bye

to you, me and the rest of the crew

The next day we wake up wanting to win

It all starts again until we hear “Last Call”

Last game in the pool hall

Bam! Bam! Bam!

I like, yeah I like what I see

when you are look’in at me

Bam! I find you so pretty

Bam! I want to touch, touch you

Bam! Your hand, your hair, your leg, your face, Bam!

I wanta kiss kiss your lips, squeeze your hips

Rub your back, climb in the sack

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Its all so brand new, these feeling I have for you

They are the real deal

Bam!

I’m gonna make it count

It’ll all add up, while I’m fill’in your cup, With the best of me

Creating our own history

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Ten Minutes

Do you have 10 minutes

10 minutes to fall in love

60 seconds is a long time

When the car behind you at the traffic light is honking and the light just changed

Less then a minute and someone is upset because they are in a hurry

Maybe to get nowhere! But they don’t have 10 minutes to spare

So do you have 10 minutes

10 minutes to fall in love

60 seconds is a long time when your waiting for water to boil

or watching a plant grow in soil

So do you have 10 minutes

60 seconds is a long time for a diver that’s down, in need of air

Or a hunter with one bullet to spare and a choice to make

60 seconds is a long time when you are waiting for a new born to take that first breath

60 seconds is a long time, watching a fire destroy a home

In 10 minutes I could hold your hand, kiss your cheek, look into your eyes and express my soul to you

Just 10 minutes will leave us asking for 10 minutes more

I promise you that

I’m not some sly cat I’m real

I’m true, right now and forever it’s all about you

If you have 10 minutes to fall in love

60 seconds is a long time because

10 seconds after I saw you, I was curious

25 second after impressed,

60 seconds after I met you, I was in love

So yeah, I have 10 minutes to fall in love,

for the rest of my life with you

10 minutes from now till the end of time, I believe that is true

No End

When the fairytale is real, the end is a bad deal

A loosing hand, So sad, like tears dropped into the sand

Soon washed away with the tide

Left with a broken heart to hide

Feeling worse than if someone had lied

Starting a future with no plan

Knowing I’m strong, I can

Still, I’d rather make a new deal, keep the fairytale real

Like a winning hand, the best piece of land

Or just looking into the sky, to breath,

Count to 10 and remember why

Santa Clause and the Easter bunny do exist

Forever and always, remembering beyond it all, Love with persist

And the fairytale will continue on and on, for everyone knows,

with a true friend, there is no end

The Message

Still I heard my friend say

I’ve been partying 9 days this week

Because the way I woke up today, I feel like I missed one

Duh! I thought there was only 8 days a week

I said Right! Right! Right!

You must of missed two, you know it’s true

Even God rested on the 7th day

So please slow down, I need you to hang around,

So I can ask you . . .

Do monkeys really swing through the jungle without making a sound?

Duh!!! That’s a stupid question, we both know

Our friends and family are checking out way to often

and way to fast

So give it your all and stay!

Even God rested on the 7th day

That’s all I gotta say

So read between the lines, my words are like twisting vines

Because I care,Yes! I love you my friend

That’s the message I want to send

Devine Power

One woman for one man

That was the plan

Together hand in hand

To walk through life on a foundation built to last

Creating a future, soon only to recall the past

With the gift of children to love and raise

To teach to think for themselves

Hoping they too!

Believe one woman for one man is the best plan

Then life will continue becoming brand new, again and again

For the cycle begins within

The ultimate gift is creating a life

A son, a father, a daughter, a mother, a wife

Knowing the power plus two, is what it takes to carry on

and enjoy the night fall as well as the dawn

Because the power is divine, life is like

a fruit filled, twisting, turning wine

A Letter Home

Hi Mom and Dad

I’m not sure yet why

Jesus came to get me

But don’t be scared for me

I’m okay

Jesus introduced me to his father

And He’s wonderful

He’s everything unbelievable

Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and everything magic

God won’t let anything bad happen to me

It’s pretty here

There are lots of flowers and stars

Rainbows and waterfalls

And beautiful music

Everyone is real nice

I’ve met some of your old friends

And my grandparents too

I just want you to know I’m okay

I’m watching you now

So don’t cry

You’ll probably never understand

Why Jesus brought me to God

Until you join us one day

Then all your questions

Will be answered

The reason, the plan

Until then, I want you to walk through life

Hand in hand

Knowing one day we will all walk

On the beach and play in the sand

Cuz ya’ have to know, I’m saving a place for both of you in Heaven

Where we’ll be together again, forever, not just a moment or two

Mommie and Daddy and Me

Your precious lil’ Jennifer Lee

All Turned Around

A lost fourteen now turned around to forty-one

Seems I have everything I wanted then

But it took me until now

Day to Day

To find my way

Week by week

To continue to seek

Month to month

Strong and weak

Year to year

And none without a tear

Now it seems

The years drift by so fast

Soon becoming nothing more than the past

Leaving only our memories to be released

As if the current of time has increased

All the Time, Anytime

You can be whoever you want to be

But you can’t stop loving me

It doesn’t work that way, it never has

All the time

You can go anywhere, anytime

But you won’t forget about me

Cuz I’m in your heart

I’m in your mind

All the time, anytime!

ALL THAT

It isn’t always all that

But when it is, it is the best

The best seats in the stadium

The best steak in town

The best jukebox around

So even if isn’t always all that all the time

Sometimes when it is, it is the best

The best sunrise

The best cup of coffee

The best surprise

So just because it isn’t always all that

Now and then when it is, it is the best

The best romance

The best puppy

The best chance

So even if it isn’t always, all that

Sometimes it is

All that and more

3, 6, 9

Watching the waves

Making up a stupid rhyme

Like 3, 6, 9

The dolphins and sunshine are mine

Having another daydream about;

An evening cup of coffee with a little Bailey’s

Or maybe now a few glasses of warm wine

Until reality sets in, how it was all wrong,

But oh so right, the memories have never let go

In my mind, I make new ones time after time

And like magic 3,6,9

The dolphins and sunshine are mine

Seeing a carnival show, all the lights,

That sparkle and glow

Hearing the sounds reminds me of Grandma

And the county fair with her wares to share

And once again

Like magic 3,6,9

The dolphins and sunshine are mine

TIME TAUGHT ME

I use to sing with the radio

To a song about 24 and so much more

Now I find I’m 44 and I’ve opened

More than one door

Still singing with the radio

Up until the last five years

I’ve lived alone in a paradise

Now I share my sunrises and my sunsets

Holdin’ hands, walking in the sand

It’s like life had it planned

The special, the real, the whole deal

A buried treasure wasn’t the key,

Not to my heart, by making me crazy

Was it part of some sad, sadistic game

Or was playing with my heart and mind

So much fun, you couldn’t resist

I was so young and confused

But I was in love!

With Love

Not necessarily you

Time taught me

This is true

A GIFT TO SHARE

The days pass by so fast

In the end our favorite is

The one that will last

I saw a double rainbow

When riding my bike

I was with a friend

Riding her new Schwinn

We both saw it!

It was a real double rainbow

From heaven above

Sent to us all in love

Full of bright colors

A double arch in the sky

For everyone . . .

Not just for you or I

Two Beautiful rainbows

For a moment in time

Magical . . .

Like a county fair

A gift to share

A CROSS

We are all given a cross to carry

And a path to walk

None we are given

Can ever compare

With the heavy cross

Or the uphill path

Our Savior walked, stumbled, and crawled

Only to be hung on that cross to die

So remember

Whatever you are given

There is still hope

And there will always be love

As long as faith remains part of your will

He does exist

And your journey through life

Won’t be all uphill

So carry your cross

And try not to complain

Remember, everyone has their own cross to carry

The healthy, the sick, the rich

The poor, the needy and the greedy

Cuz it takes all kinds to make the world go around

If not, I think we’d all fall off

And there would be no gravity

Or something important like that

The only reasons

are as simple as the changing of the seasons

From Spring to Summer

And Fall to Winter

AGING GRACEFULLY . . .

In no way am I . . .

The best that’s ever been

Nor do I . . .

Claim to know it all

Still I’ve been known . . . .

To keep a secret or two

You know . . . just getting through

Maybe . . .

One was about you . . .

I’m older now

And I’m not sure . . .

Sometimes . . .

My memories aren’t to clear

When I remember somethings . . .

Moments that were precious and few

About you . . .

DREAMS

Walk on the beach

Barefoot

Wish on a star

Your dreams aren’t that

Far, far away

Maybe tomorrow

Perhaps today

They’ll drift in on a cloud

That’s full from within

Or wash in on a wave

With the answers

To the questions not yet asked

Your dreams aren’t that

Far, far away

Maybe tomorrow

Perhaps today

CHOSEN

The reason some angels

Are chosen we may

Never understand

As we try to believe

Somehow

Someway

God has a plan

Precious and young

So Young

Just as our dreams have begun

Filled with tomorrow’s

Of our little one

Now full of thoughts of what might have been

With your first tooth

That cut your gum

With your first word

We never heard

With your first step

We won’t get to coax

With your first day of school

With your learning to ride a bike

With you singing your ABC’s

Birthday parties and Christmas

Now are, part of a history with no past

With memories we imagine

As we try to believe

Somehow

Someway

God has a plan

Carryin’ On

It’s no wonder I’m getting old

Just like my grandparents,

Parents and aunts and uncles

As our children have children

Named after who, really you

Carry on

It’s no wonder I’m getting old

I’m still shucking corn

Making corn fritters

My Grandma taught me how

and they’re good!

So I’m carryin’ on

And there’s a guy

That’s my age

Wearing sweats pants and a nice Hawaiian shirt

Thinks he’s styling

And looks good

Just carrin’ on

The things I see in the neighborhood

Amaze me

Still Today

Always trying to remember yesterday

Carrin’ on

BURIED TREASURE

You’re sitting right here!

Less than 3 feet away and I feel so alone

Like there are miles between us

And I’m losing my best friend

There’s nothing I can do

To get through to you

You deal in silence with whatever it is

You don’t share your feeling

You box’em up and keep them hidden away

Like some buried treasure

BO BIRLEY

Because of the things you said

I understand completely

I’m not your friends

You think I’m cheap

And a Fin’ bitch

You think what . . . . !

Oh really . . .

Go on think what you may . . . .

I woke up . . .

Happy . . .

Secure . . .

And safe today

How about you . . .

Is the same true . . .

Did you wake up . . .

Happy . . .

Secure . . .

And safe today?

Big Ol Cat

Like a big ol’ cat

I wanna rub on you anytime

And have you rub on me all the time

Your touch . . . It feeds me so much

My hunger is fed

When I feel your touch

You’re the one . . .

The only one . . .

I want to feel that with

Like a big ol’ cat

You’re the master

I wanna rub on you anytime

And have you rub on me all the time

DVD

They say we’re old because we remember drive-in movies

Never imagined DVD

Back when life was about you and me

Fishing at the river, playing Frisbee at the park

8—Track & Nascar on Sundays 1968-1972

Life was about me & you!

Back when?

Popcorn and coke you brought to the show

In a brown paper bag, cuz’ you couldn’t afford the concession stand prices

We didn’t really know what a computer was

Just that it was big, really big

We thought our family was doing great when we got a private phone line

And no longer had a party line

Now the cell phone generation considers us old

They like our old jeans

We decorate with patches and design of Flower Power, Love & Peace

Those jeans are like the buried treasure of our time, our teens

When life was all about you and I

And the beauty in the sky

They say we’re old

Because we remember the drive-in movies

And all DVD stood for was David, Victor, Daniel

FORGIVE YOURSELF

Jesus has forgiven you, you must forgive yourself

That’s the only way you can go on and live a fulfilled life

Learn from your mistakes and carry on

Don’t deny your beliefs

Don’t turn your back on Christ

He will always forgive your worst sin

So do what you must to let him in

Believe

Believe in Him

He is our Savior

Our Salvation

Our reason to be

Be, you and me

Jesus is the son of God

Given to us all as a brother

One from the virgin mother

Jesus has forgiven you, you must forgiven yourself

Blessed are those who believe in Jesus

Do you know Him in your heart

Does He have a special part

Where you find the comfort of something real

You cannot see but you can feel

Feel deep in your soul

Does He have that special part

Have you given it to Him for always to keep even when you sleep

Jesus

Do you, Do you know Him in your heart

The Son of God

Our teacher, Our Friend

Where we find Love has no end

Do you, Do you know him

FUNNY HOW LIFE SPINS

Grandma did make us learn

All kinds of stuff

I’m so thankful we had her

Oh WOW I’m getting sentimental . . .

The holidays and all . . .

Pulling taffy and laughing in the kitchen

We were young

Wishing we were older

Now we’re simply older

Wishing we were younger . . .

Funny how life spins

Thank God Grandma

Did make us learn

To cook, to clean, to grow

All Kinds of stuff and to sew

Oh Wow she was the best

Don’t Ya know

Cuz . . .

She was your Grandma too

GAZING OUT A WINDOW

I always dreamt

I’d be Cinderella, Snow White or maybe Heidi

She was real and so was the love little girls dream of

Those things that exist

When they are big girls

Gazing out a window

Accompanied by a fabulous daydream

A prince,

A gallant ride

Not on a house of course

In a shiny convertible or a fine Harley

Getting Older

How old are you

Eight and a half

Wow . . .

You’re getting older all the time

When do the halves not matter

I’m forty now but remember eight

When I was eight and a half, fifteen and a half

And seventeen and a half

I guess yeah it maybe was cuz

I’m not almost or half anything

Not now . . . not today

Maybe nah!

Not maybe

I was for sure when I was young

I Haven’t A Clue

Truly, I haven’t a clue

I know now, at least I think I do

Or else I just wanna believe

It was all for me

Over 21 years of history

Yet I haven’t got a clue

Or comprehended it

Still somehow I knew it all, after the fact

Now what do I do?

Nothing and silence has worked for a long time

Tears—the decisions oh, so long ago!

Nothing we can do now!

I know, I know, that it is so

Still that’s so far fetched

It doesn’t make any sense to me

But somewhere in my mind, I know,

I know that it is so

The concept is so big; I can’t get a grip on it

Let alone put my arms around it

All the time!

FIRST CLUE

That should have been my first clue

You left with me and she was with you

And I thought what?

Maybe we had a chance

For a little romance

A real close dance

One or Two at least

You left with me and she was with you

Who’s foolin who?

DRIFTWOOD

I must of turned into driftwood

I use ta’ could

Do all that

I use ta’ could

Drink all night and work the next day

I use ta’ could

Plan it all and organize everything by myself

I use ta’ could

Cook huge meals for the bar parties

I use ta’ could

Ride my bike 20 miles a day

I use ta’ could

JEFF

Honestly, I haven’t known him long. Still, I knew Jeff Duay.

I remember just three weeks ago tomorrow, Jeff’s sincere hug and him telling me he loved me. We were all broken due to the loss of our friend Linda. Still, Jeff was happy too. He was about to marry the love of his life Red, after seventeen years of life together.

Now we are here again, to send Jeff off on his final journey. With all our love, hoping to keep him safe. Jeff never failed to tell people he cared about them, that he loved them. You knew that was true. He was real, and he only spoke the truth. Jeff’s hugs and smiles will be missed, along with his kiss. We all know that Jeff was a kisser!

If anyone had a problem, Jeff Duay was the first one to ask “How can I help”. Jeff Duay was “one of a kind”. I’m very thankful that I met him, and knew him as a friend. My life was blessed by this! I will always appreciate that, and remember Jeff Duay with a smile and much gratitude. For he stepped into my life for a while.

In memory of Jeff Duay, Let us pray for all the brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers, bikers, and drivers, and the broken hearted survivors.

AMEN

OUR DEAR LINDA

I’m not sure exactly what I want to say, but my heart knows there’s something I need to say. So I’ll just let my pen begin . . . .

On April 17th Linda stopped by to see me that afternoon. It had been four months since I’ve seen her. She was catching me up on her life. She told me that she moved off the island, ‘I was shocked’. It sounded to me like she was trying to justify that move. I know that she honestly never wanted to leave the Island. She loved it here! Linda told me that the 30-40 minute drive was good for her, it wasn’t bad. She was afraid she was going to hate it. She had rented an office in town, like a safety net, with an extra room, so if anything went wrong she would have a safe place to go. I asked myself “Why didn’t I see the signs?” knowing that she is gone I recall our last visit.

I know Linda loved her son ‘Shad’, she called him her “Shadow” and told stories about him often and her granddaughter’ Kielly’ who lived in Washington.

Linda’s sister ‘Kathy’, Linda and myself road bikes on the seawall, which is a wonderful memory.

Linda had a successful business, a new Mitzubishi that she was so proud of. A couple of dogs I knew “Roxy and Coco’.

As I ask myself, “why, why, why”. I remember Christmas Eve 2004, actually Christmas morning it was snowing! Linda rubbed her hands together, picked up her feet one at a time, over and over, giggled that “giggle’, said “SNOW, SNOW, SNOW! It’s snowing in Galveston!” and then she said “I’m from Washington State, I know about snow!” Linda made a snowman on the deck. It was the first one made and the smallest. We froze it and kept it until New Years Eve, 2005.

Linda was so full of life, happy, ready for whatever was thrown at her. She was determined to do good at anything she attemped.

Linda was my friend. We went to Europe in September 2003. We had a wonderful time. She met my Dad and his wife Gill. She said my Dad was over the top.

Linda will often be missed and remembered with Thanks for the opportunity to have known her. All of us have memories of who our Dear Linda was. Please share them and cherish them!

HEADED TO TEXAS

In a old blue van, looking for water and sand

Loaded down with tools of our trade

Going to where the money is made

Our work speaks for itself

What we don’t know, we will learn

We will get it right, make it look tight

Just what do you need or want done

Bam and I will, we can

Now that we are on the Gulf of Mexico

Everyday’s a thrill

Swimming in the salt water

Walking on the beach in Galveston

A new chapter of life has begun

That includes plenty of work and lots of fun

In or out of the sun, our old blue van provides shelter

From the rain, the night, the sun

We are blessed, I must confess!

We are in Texas!!!

GOD’S CRYSTAL LIGHT

Beautiful rainbows

Captured by a crystal

From a ray of sunshine

So pretty to dance

To hold a prance

Colors bright and true

Absolutely beautiful

Rainbows

From the sky

God’s crystal light

For you and I

GIVE ME

Give me . . .

Something small

Or give me . . .

Something big

Or walk away

And give me nothing at all

But if that’s the case

Why did you call?

Just to talk . . . Okay

I’ll give you that

Now what . . . .

Lives have changed . . .

Things are different

I have peace, happiness

And

A strong, gentle love

Aren’t you happy for me

Can’t you set me free?

HAVE YA’ EVER BEEN SCARED

Have Ya’ ever been scared

Really scared

Not just a little bit

A whole lot

Like jump Back

And hold your breath

And get wide eyed

Scared speechless

Scared wet

Really scared

I’m scared you’ll walk out the door

And never look back

When I start being such

A

Bitch

Are you scared?

I’M HAPPY

Don’t put your hands on me

I’m a married woman

And I love my husband

He’s the only man

That’s welcome

To come that close to me

Are you blind?

Can’t you see

I’m happy

I have everything

That means anything

In this life we live

As a woman I have the choice of

Whose affection I choose

And you lose

I choose my husband

And only my husband

Since eighteen months before we wed

That’s all that has to be said

HE LOVES ME

He loves to watch

Me write . . .

To see my hand dance across the page

Until my pen pauses and brain takes over

And I get a far away look in my eye

After I read what I’ve just written

Until the pen begins

To write it all down again

Then after scribbling

And writing

And more writing

I will stop

And ask him to listen

He loves to listen

He loves to hear

What my mind created . . .

Through my pen

They are words

Thoughts

I need to release

Only to capture and keep

So they don’t disappear

Like a good night sleep

He loves to watch . . .

Me write

He loves to hear

What my mind

Created through my pen

He loves me

Hey Ya’ll, Do You Know Paul

Hey ya’ll, do you know Paul

Short, skinny, fat or tall

He don’t care, he likes em all,

The ladies, the girls, the woman

He’ll always say hello and asks

How are you today?

He’ll let you know you’re lookin’ good

Hey ya’ll, do you know Paul

And

Oh yeah, he’ll pass out his charm

With the ladies and work like a dog on the farm

He’s a man

Who lives life the best he can

Even though life dealt him a shitty hand

He’s a party animal and gentlemen

And a true friend

You just know, if you know Paul

I-45 ENDS WHERE THE
SUNRISE BEGINS

I-45 ends where the sunrise begins

Even though it runs north and South

Its stops at the Gulf of Mexico

Where the sunrise is beautiful

With its changing colors of flame

Yeah, some mornings you’ll see

Fire in the sky

Over the Gulf of Mexico

I-45 ends where the sunrise begins

GETTING TOGETHER

It’s all about birthdays

Friends and family

Crawfish boils

Holiday meals

Getting to party

Enjoying each other’s company

Building memories to cherish

It’s all about

Friends and family

Crawfish boils

Holiday meals

And birthdays

Yes sir, it’s all about

What it’s all about

All the time!

BE CAREFUL

Be careful where you place your trust

Sooner or later we all become

Ashes to ashes

And dust to dust

Creating history

Walking many different paths

Running so fast through others

Trying our best to beat the end

So be careful

Where you place your trust

Cuz’, bad habits and lust

Are all sins

Of some sort

Still, they are a must

After all, we are only humans of the flesh

Be careful where you place your trust

AUNT FLO

A good sign, her Aunt Flo is on the way

Because she don’t give a shit what she says, when she starts

Rattling off tough stuff

Not a thought given

Not a minute

No nothing

Another good sign, Aunt Flo is on her way

Like clock work, it’s a monthly visit

Just like a relative that shows up unexpectedly at times

And stays way too long other times

So Aunt Flo

Is something the girl’s know

All too well

Still after years, she’s not really known at all

Just when you get her visits figured out

They change

Best of all, they eventually stop

ANN

Ann was the 1st

1st Mate on the Poop Deck matches

She was a girl from Wisconsin

Who came to Galveston

And went to work at the Poop Deck

Where she met her 1st husband

Dennis

Eventually married him

Had two children

Ann had a catering service

She was a great bartender

Who worked at the Baja

The last several years

If Ann could, she probably tell us

Well no one could have imagined

I was gonna take off so quick

But hey you guys, I’m alright.

Ya know how they say this place is better

Than you could ever dream

Well it’s true . . . still I’m gonna miss all of you

God is so much more than any of us

Can possibly imagine

And His Son . . . Wow!

He is the nicest man I’ve ever met

We all know doing what I’ve been doing

For a living . . . . I’ve met a few (men that is)

Don’t worry about me being alone

I’ve already seen a few of our old friends

And some of the family

I’ve missed for so long

I never wanted anyone to have

To take care of me . . .

When I got old

Or if I got sick

So . . . . don’t be sad . . .

When those two angels came to me

All of the sudden . . .

I was ready to go

I know I left a lot

For some of you to deal with

That couldn’t be helped

And Joe Between you and me . . .

Ya’ know...Soul Mates... Forever

HE’S FAIR

He’ll never give you more

Than you can bear

Even when it doesn’t seem like it

He’s more than fair

This you must understand

That’s part of living

Here on earth

I believe

Do you?

There’s a greater power

That really does care

That created it all in six days

Leaving one to spare

Never giving you more

Than you can bear

HEY DUDE

Hey dude, what ya’ mean?

Hey dude, I find that so rude

After all, I have bumps on my chest

Like the rest of the ladies

So, hey dude, that is rude

When you’re speaking to me

For I was taught to always address the ladies, Miss or Mrs.

And the men Mr.

Because that’s respect

Tell it to the bank

Use it like a check

Respect

Cuz’ I am not a dude,

I am not your momma

And I’m offended by “Yo Chick”

And most likely won’t stop to look or shop

LETS ROCK

It’s Nascar racing, the Party’s on Lets Rock!

Someone’s gonna win a Ridgeway clock

There is a special Grandmother-Grandfather clock

For whoever takes the checkered Flag at Martinsville

Me! I’d settle for a hotdog while I watch the race

Cuz’ I want to see who gets 1st place,

And wins the clock

Cuz’ it’s Nascar racing , the party’s on.

Let’s Rock!

We know someone’s gonna win a Martinsville Ridgeway clock

Made right here in Virginia

Tick Tock

The race is on “Lets Rock”

250 miles, 500 laps

Betting on a driver is like a game of craps

Winning more than a clock

When they take the checkers flag

Tick Tock, Lets Rock

TICK TOCK

Jimmy Johnson in 2009 won his fourth clock

Go Jimmy—Go!

Tick Tock

Your on Top

Running hard, Running Fast

Not just Martinsville, to win

That Ridgeway Clock

He’ll race to win at any track

Jimmy’s gonna race that’s a fact

Does his best to stay out of the back

The back, the back of the pack

Tick Tock

Jimmy won his fourth clock

When he was the first to cross the finish line

On 3-29

Go Jimmy Go!

THE RACE

You best be keeping score

Here comes that 24

Racking up the points

Headed to the chase

Cuz’, that boy Jeff can race

The Intimidator said so,

Not that long ago

So you best be keeping score

Here comes that 24

Damn near blowing off the #99 door

Racking up the points, there he goes

Getting 5 more

Taking the lead

Cuz’, It’s all about speed

So you best be keeping score

Here comes that 24

Giving us all just a little bit more, more, more

What we came here for

To see the race, and

Who makes the chase

UNTIL THE RACE IS WON

The pit Crew needs to listen to the Crew Chief

That’s why he’s the man

With the plan to get it done

Until the race is won

The driver needs to listen

To the crew chief

That’s why he’s the man

With the plan

To get it done

Until the race is won

USE TO BE NUMBER 6

I saw it on TV

Hanging out at my favorite bar

Mark Martin, Is a proud racing man

He drove that Viarga car to the front

Took the checkered flag

And didn’t really brag

He earned everything he got

Behind the wheel, He’s Hot!

A fast, fast racing man

That Mark Martin

Is proud, a wheel racing man

He drove that Viarga car

To the front

Like a shooting star

I saw it on TV

Hanging out at my favorite bar

WERE READY

Are you ready?

Ready to go?

Racing in Daytona

It’s the Shoot out!!!

Eight days,

Before the Daytona 500

Were Ready!

Are you ready, ready to go racing?

From Daytona to Homestead

All season long, on the road or

Sitting at home with a cold beer

Listening to a machine answer the phone

Because it’s Daytona International Speedway

Once Lake Lloyd, I want to tell ’em all

Remember, no bump drafting in the corners

Like momma would

I see them racing four wide

Look at that

190 plus, WOW

What a rush

JOEY

18 Driving #20

All I have to say is your only 18

But your not green

So bring it on Joey Lagano

We’re watching you

Racing is something you got

Home Depot know’s your hot

Joey Lagano, known as ‘Sliced Bread’

Hey, that’s what the announcer said

Bring it on Joey!

Drivin’ That’A Way

When it comes to Nascar

Watch out this year

Go fast is all the race fans want to hear

Watching ‘um rubbin’ paint

Ain’t it great

When you see a little bump drafting on the straight away

I bet the driver

Hears the crew chief say

Your gonna win drivin that’a way

BLESS NASCAR

God bless America

Thanks to the brave

We are free

To kick back and enjoy

Sunday “The Race”

God bless Nascar

All the drivers and their crews

Caution the dont’s

And green flag the do’s

The Daytona 500 has begun

We’re in for lap after lap of fun

Nothin’ but adrenaline

It just wasn’t done

Rain won, the Daytona 500

He was in front

He got the checkered flag

The other 100 laps are part of history

That never happens

God bless Nascar

GO FAST

You better know it’s on

Like Donkey Kong

Just wait, before long

When you hear the most famous words in motor sports

“Gentlemen, start your engines!”

Then from the green flag

To the checkered

Ya’ better know it’s on

Like Donkey Kong

Just wait, before long

There’s a lead change

A blow out

They’re all going so damn fast

Look at that, someone’s out of gas

Being at the race, is a blast

And a whole bunch of go fast

Kayle

All because he keeps going

Kayle lead 500 laps in 1973

In Bristol Tennessee

At the speedway run-in three wide

Side by side

At 100 miles a hour plus

Around and around

With the pedal down

I can hear the announcer is into the race

He says after that last wreck

My driver is still safe

Headed for first place

When it’s all over

He’ll be in the chase

After 500 laps in Bristol Tennessee

At the Speedway

All because he keep going

Kayle led 500 laps in 1973

In Bristol Tennessee

THE BUZZ

Not just for the race

Headed to the track

Tickets in hand at the gate

We’re not here just to get a t-shirt or a coozie

We all know Nascar’s the best that ever was

I’m going racin’ for the buzz

Just cuz’ I can

Have a tailgate party, inside or outside the track

I got beer!

More than one case

Tickets in hand at the gate

Let’s watch the race

Look at that, going nearly 200 miles an hour

It looks like they’re swapping paint on the turns

You smell rubber and fuel as it burns

Nascar’s the best that ever was

I’m not going just for the race

I’m going for the buzz

I’M FOUND

I’m not lost

Like I was

On telephone Road . . .

So many years ago

It’s Okay . . . Now

Where do you get the nerve

To play with my mind

A web that never was permanent ink

Simply washes off

The eyes are windows to the soul

And Yes . . . .

Beautiful they are . . . .

Like the red head said

When I read between the lines

I hear you telling me

A minute . . . small piece of truth . . .

Than as fast as it flashes

In my head you change

And begin the game again

No longer lost on Telephone road

Just confused on the Gulf of Mexico

I ALWAYS LOVED YOU

You thought I stopped loving you

But all those years, you were wrong

With age, you’ve become strong

Putting yourself in a shell

To protect yourself from love

You learned so young, it hurts

Love that is

The purpose . . . the plan

When you were young . . . . I wondered

How . . . How would I feed you

How . . . How would I teach you

How, How would I do something so important . . . . right

It kept me up at night

Answers came with prayer

I thought were fair

All our tomorrows can now be shared

With lots and lots of laughter and love

And children gifts from above

I AM SO HAPPY

I feel like a lil’ kid at Christmas

And the biggest present under the tree is mine

I know bigger is not always better

However, this year it is

I know it is

I feel like a kid

At the candy Store

For the first time I can have anything I want

I AM THANKFUL

It’s early on this October day

I’m so thankful

For the life I live

My husband

My home

My job

Oh . . . yeah,

It’s a wonderful day

I woke up this morning

With the man I love

I DID TOO QUIT

Oh yeah, and another thing

I quit smoking over four years ago

I just haven’t figured out how to stop

I’m gonna beat it one day

. . . Soon

They are everything

Temptation

Oh yeah

Furthermore, we all

Know about temptation

I thought I had it beat

I thought I won

But

I lit up, again

So I lost

With a financial

And a physical cost

I KNEW IT WAS DONE

I knew it was done for a long time

I just hung in there until I knew it was finished

And now that it is

I can breathe,

I can see

I can hear

I can feel good and not bad

Just because I’m feeling good!

So for a long time

I knew it was done

I just hung in there until I knew it was finished

Then one day

I smelled the coffee!

I smelled the flowers!

I smelled,

I breathed the air!

I smelled

I breathed

I saw

I heard a beautiful bird!

And I knew what had been done for a long time

Was now finished

I was finally me

Without you

Simply free

I LOVE THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME

I love that part

With all my heart

The one where you look at me

Like I’m the prettiest thing

You’ve ever seen

Baby, do you know

Do you know

What I mean

When I tell you

You fulfilled my every dream

Dream

Dream

Dream

I NEED A JOB

I need a job

I need some dollars

I’ll scrub your toilet

I’ll mop your floors

Just give me a job

So I can earn my keep

Cuz’ I’m not cheap

I’m just down on my luck

And I need a job

So I can earn my keep

And Have a safe place to sleep

And maybe somethin’ to eat

Do you have some work for me

I’m still fairly strong

Please tell me you want me to come along

Cuz’ you have a job and it pays

A hot meal and a safe place to sleep

I earn my keep

Like I said I’m not cheap

I SIGNED

You now know

I signed the papers so long ago

Now I must explain

With no explanation

Other than youth and fear

I hope and pray

Life was good for you

That’s all I had to give you

So long ago was life

So you could live and be someone

And more,

Now I hear

Oh yeah I hear

Your fine

Because I signed

I WANNA

I wanna be

Your reason

Your why

Your everything

Not your

Responsibility

Not your job

Not your obligation

I wanna see the look in your eye

That says you’re amazed by me

How much you love me

I wanna feel the love in your touch

That says you’re enchanted by me

I wanna hear the tone in your voice

That trembles my physical being

I wanna again, like I did then

I saw

I felt

I heard

All those things from you when I became

Your reason

Your why

Your everything

I wanna do it again

Today

Tomorrow

Always and forever

SOMETHING ABOUT NASCAR

When it comes to Nascar

Who’s your favorite driver

No, it’s not like ice cream with 3 flavors

It’s Nascar

And There’s 43 drivers

So, who’s your favorite

Kyle Busch, Tony Stewart, Jr.,

Jimmy Johnson, Jeff Gordon

Who, Nah

Not the ‘Cat in the Hat’ Jack Rouch

He built the engines

I asked, who’s your favorite driver

Bobby Labonte, Robby Gordon,

Matt Kenseth, Kurt Bush, Kevin Harvick, Carl Edwards

Who, nah

Not Chad Crouse

He’s a crew chief for Hendricks Motor Sports

I asked, who’s your favorite driver

Now I know

You don’t know

When it comes to NASCAR

So let me tell you

Awesome Bill Elliott

Was known as Million Dollar Man

From Dawsonville Georgia

His brother Ernie was a crew chief

He built the engines,

Awesome Bill from Dawsonville won

Now you know something about

NASCAR!

NASCAR SURVIVOR

Us! Nascar racing fans are proud

I tell you, there’s a party going on in the in-field

The music’s loud!

There’s one hell of a crowd

Our heart beats sore when we hear those engines roar

Flags are flying

Number

3, 24, 48, 8

Now Number

88

Yeah us! Nascar racing fans are proud

Not just our music is loud

We are too

Loud and proud

Pulling for our favorite driver

To win, win,win the race

Not just be a survivor

# 3

My three favorite things are Nascar

A friendly bar

And the sound of a David Grisom guitar!

Those race cars are fast and loud

That DGT guitar is the same when fingers race up and down on the strings

Like a race car going round and round

Fast, then faster and faster still

You can hear the want to

You can feel the will to win

To be the best number one

David Grisom got it done

But, when it comes to Nascar

There’s another chance

Another race

Some other place

To find a friendly bar

Listen to a Grisom guitar

And watch a lot of Nascar

SMELL OF BURNING RUBBER

I wanna sing

That’s my thing

Then I went to a Nascar race

And found a new passion

A special place

In my heart where I love to see

Cars crashing

The smell of burning rubber

And gas

And watching them go so fast

It got me at the get-go

I’m hooked

99’s my Number

The Carl Edwards back-flip

Used to be like # 20

Tony Stewarts fence climbing

It’s all timing

That’s why racing is so much fun

Whoever get’s the checkered

Is the one who won

And

That makes me wanna sing

That’s my thing

ANY RACE, ANY WHERE

Kyle Busch has 16 wins

Between the Truck Series

The Nationwide

And the Sprit Cup

This season alone

He’s a Nascar rocket ship

His pit crew is equipped

To keep him aired up

Gassed up

And on the lead lap

Any race

Any where

Kyle Busch could win

On the road course

A restrictor plate track

Or a oval track

He’s Hot!

He’s real fast!

He’s got racin’ on his brain

So . . . .

Get out of his lane

Or wreck

You may take the blame

Any race

Any where

Kyle Busch could win

Real fast he’s got

He’s hot

Racin’ is in his brain

With 16 wins

Already

Between the Truck series

The Nationwide

And the Sprit cup

This season alone

It’s only August12th, 2008

We have 3 more months to go

I gotta say one more time

Any race

Any where

Kyle Busch could win

Real fast he’s got

He’s hot

Racin’ is in his brain

So Get out of his lane

RACIN’ . . . IS WHAT I LIVE FOR

That’s what I’m talking about

I live for that

When the green flag drops

And it’s on

Like Donkey Kong

Around and around

The smell in the air

The sound

Someone will crash

Have a blow out

Run outta gas

At the worst possible time

And I’ll be there to see

Gordon might whine

Just a little

Jr might laugh

Tony might show his temper

Carl might show his ass

Kyle and Jimmy might keep on racing

Never losing the draft

Working it

So you’ll have a big ole grin on your face

When your driver takes the win

That’s what I’m talking about

I live for that

WHO WON

Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about

Being a Nascar season ticket holder

I gotta scream when there’s a wreck in turn four

And they start swapping paint

I scream

Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about

If I could bottle that I’d be rich

Like Richard Childress

He owns three Nacsar teams

We all remember # 3

The Big E

He drove for Childress

Made that man a lot of money

Dale Earnhardt himself

Or like

The King

Richard Petty

Seven time champion

Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about

Slowin’ down, heading onto pit road

I’m impressed and amazed

As I watch the pit crew

And all they do in a matter of seconds

WOW

Everyone is amped

Including me

Like going full throttle

Right up to the end

We have so much fun

We’re not sure who won

Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about

THE LUCK IN A RAINBOW

The luck in the rainbow

People want to believe

That’s how a con artist survives

All God thinks we’ve got coming

To us is love

Yet in order to receive

You have to give

God doesn’t get even

He gives patience

And understanding

To all

God is good

The brighter side

The luck in a rainbow

On a rainy day

God gives us what we deserve

In our everyday blessings

Which we should all be thankful for

For we are blessed

People want to believe

That’s how a con artist survives

All God thinks we’ve got coming

To us is love

Yet in order to receive

You have to give

To honestly see the luck in the rainbow

THE RACES

Sundays when I hear

“Gentlemen start your engines”

And I hear those motors thunder by me at 190 mph

Or more in broad daylight

My high beams come on

When forty-three cars at the

Talladega Super Speedway

Are racing for the checkered flag

In April or October

188 laps around the track

500 miles at unbelievable speed

In broad daylight

My high beams come on

February in Daytona

First race of the season

Granddaddy to them all

Racing for the checkered flag

November in Phoenix

110,000 strong

Watchin’ them racing

For the checkered flag

Yeah

In broad daylight

My high beams come on

THE MERRY-GO ROUND BROKE

The merry-go round broke

It no longer goes around

And long ago quit making a sound

But like most everything, it can be fixed

Sound is not hard

It just takes a little will

Ya know,

like want to

Even though it quit going around

That’s no problem

Everyone knows what ever goes around, comes around

The merry-go round can be fixed

THE TRUTH

If I said all things I wanna’ say

No one would ever look at me the same way

If they heard how I felt

Me

Myself

And I

Who knows why

Mother Nature

God himself

Or Eve

For eating that apple

TURN LEFT DUMMIES

I wanna’ go to the

Texas Motor Speedway

Home of the “Turn Left Dummies”

A family of friends

That party because they love racin’

Knowing the hangovers their facin”

They play hard all weekend long

No one can tell them they’re wrong

They drink their hangovers away Saturday

Then again on Sunday

Cuz’ after qualifying Friday

It’s bound to set in

It’s all about that Sunday Win!

At Texas Motor Speedway

For the ‘Turn Left Dummies’

Not to mention the beer

The Barbeque

The championship

Your favorite number

The attitude

But don’t you dare be rude

We’re racin’ for three days

We pray

We believe in God

And we party

Like the ‘Turn Left Dummies’

At the Texas Motor Speedway

Full of old fashion fun

All day in the sun

Makes ya’ wonder if

You got a hold of Dorothy’s shoes

Could they take you to the in-field party

Instead of Kansas

Or if you could find a magic wand

Attached to a fairy princess

That could make dreams come true

By sprinkling a little magic dust

All around the track like an unwritten must

Making sure we see the race on Sunday

NO RAIN

It’s all about going fast

Getting the checkered flag

Winning the pot

Getting paid off in the parking lot

Where the transportable bar

Just for tips is up and running

For the ‘Turn Left Dummies’

At Texas Motor Speedway

PLUM FULL OF SKILL

Who’s to say that ain’t real

The way Nascar makes you feel

Happy . . . . Sad . . . Thrilled . . . Disappointed . . .

Breathless . . . Overwhelmed . . .

All in a matter of seconds

With a lead change . . . Or a wreck

The sound of twisting metal

And squealing tires

On or off the track

Out in the middle of it all

Hoping your driver escapes

The hazards that await

Caution’s out with four laps to go

We’re all on the edge of our seats

Don’t ya know

Who’s to say that it ain’t real

The way Nascar makes you feel

Racin’ is kinda like gambling

When you’re hot and when you’re not

It’s a crap shoot, who’s gonna’ win

Pick your number, place your bet

And pray your driver doesn’t wreck

Who’s to say that ain’t real

The way Nascar makes you feel

From the green to the checkered

The thrill and the disappointment reverse

Again and Again

You’re disappointed or thrilled

It’s Nascar

Fourty-three drivers that are plum full of skill

All with the want to as well as the will

WRECKIN’ . . . . THATS RACIN’

Wreckin’ . . . That’s racin’, is what I say

The Big E’s a legend, our favorite #3

All in black

Coming from the back

The back of the pack

Like at Talladega, he went from 17th to 1st in three laps

He finally got his Daytona win in 1999?

We lost him there, not then!

It wasn’t fair but that’s racin’

And wreckin’

Nascar fans are the Family of friends

That care

We bow are heads in prayer

Before we hear

“Gentleman start your engines”

All of us remembering Darrell Waltrip saying

“Boogity!, Boogity!, Boogity!, Let’s go racing boys!”

As we ask God to be there

And to take care of everyone

Drivers, crew and fans

Let the day go off without a hitch

So we don’t have to look back

And say “Damn! That was a bitch!

Wreckin, that’s racin!’

Is what I say

Big E’s a legend our favorite #3

All in black

Coming from the back

Back of the pack

We’ll never forget him

The way he drove, the man he was

And how he accomplished his goal

Who’d a thought, we’ve all seen worse

It was just the wall

Dale Earnhardt’s final call

That shocked the Nascar world

Reminding us all to pray

Cuz’ wreckin, that’s racin’

I think Big E,Number 3

Would agree with me

Wreckin’ that’s racin’

Is what I say

NASCAR JUNKIE

I’M A Nascar junkie

If there ever was one

Going from track to track

All season long

Just to get a hotdog in Martinsville

Or see a hottie in California on the speedway

Yeah! Right, Where are you at?

I’m a Nascar junkie

That’s gotta get a Nascar fix

Sunday afternoon by six

Unless it’s a night race

Then I patiently hurry-up and wait

Like a horse coming out of the gate

I’m a Nascar junkie

I’m gonna see thirty-seven races this season

From Daytona International Speedway to

California, then Vegas

Twenty-eight races later I’ll be at

Talladega Super Speedway in Alabama

Then in November I’ll finish the season out at

Homestead, Miami Speedway

I’m a Nascar junkie

If ever there was one

I gotta have my Nascar fix

Sunday afternoon by six

UNWIND YOUR HEART
FROM YOUR MIND

When ya’ gotta unwind

Your heart from your mind

That gets twisted and turned

Through out life you’ve learned

Over and Over

Time and Time again

That’s just the way it is

My friend

When ya’ gotta unwind

Your heart from your mind

And leave some of the memories behind

UNWANTED

She just wants a parent to love her

A parent . . . . she’s been in and out of foster homes

Since four years old

Ten years of childhood with no place to call

Her home

Waiting for love

Oh, what a sad story, I heard on the news today

I hope for her life will soon be okay

TOO YOUNG

We started young

Both still in school

So who’s the bigger fool

When we drink

We get drunk

We don’t know

Where the stop button is

Now I’ve gone on too long

It’s inevitable

Something goes wrong

Oh my! In public no less

You said and did things

And so did I

We should be ashamed

Ashamed of ourselves

And our behavior

The things we said

The way we said them

I’m embarrassed!

How about you

Now truly

Who’s the bigger fool

When alcohol was our fuel

We started young . . .

Both in school

TOO MUCH

Dreaming too much

Too soon

Too fast

We’ve all been given

The sun

The moon

And the stars

That’s real

And we know there are seahorses

So why not magic

Mermaids

And fairies

Witches and warlocks

Talking animals

And leprechauns

At the end of every rainbow

Waiting with a pot of gold

Like the stories we’ve been told

And ourselves have told

Dreaming too much

Too soon

Too fast

We’ve all been given

The sun

The moon

And the stars

That’s real

TOMORROW’S YESTERDAY

I’d give to you

The sky

The sun

The moon

The twinkling stars

And a planet named Mars

If they were mine to give away

So be thankful

For tomorrow’s yesterdays

Here and Now

Today

I’d give to you

The mountains

The Beach

Swimming fish

And your most special wish

If they were mine to give

So very thankful

For tomorrows yesterday

Here and now

Today

TODAY IT DOESN’T MATTER

I can’t remember the first name you told me was yours

Now I wonder are you Donnie, Ben, Harold, Eric, or Doty

Or someone else today

Like Mike, Mark or Matthew

Cuz yesterday I thought I knew it was you

You, who tripped me up and made me stumble

Only to realize, I can’t remember the first name you told me was yours

Sam, Bill, Ron or John

Now today it doesn’t matter, when I wonder why it did for so long

From the beginning it was wrong

That goes on and on

Not remembering the first name you told me was yours

Now when I wonder, I shake my head

Square my shoulders and stand tall

And carry on

For I know today it doesn’t matter

TO HEAR HIM TELL HIS STORY

He has more than a lot

A shopping cart

His home

A trash can

His gold mine

He’s a happy man

To hear him tell his story

To spend a day in his shoes

Would be so frightening

To those of us who never really had nothing

Oh . . . we thought we did

But I had

Didn’t you have

A warm clean bed

To sleep in

A nice hot supper

On the table to eat

And a family to share it with

Thankful

And not just on Thanksgiving

That’s more that a lot

Now a shopping cart is his home

A trash can is his gold mine

He’s a happy man

To hear him tell his story

He has more than a lot

THROUGHT IT ALL

Hindsights 20/20

You realize this is true

When all the years

And all the tears

And all the dumb shit ya’ do

Flashes inside your head

Echoing with all you’ve heard and said

You’d think by now

You could get it right

Without a battle or a fight

Hindsights 20/20

You realize this is true

When from your mistakes

You can’t sleep at night

That’s when you see

Clearly

All the years

And all the tears

And all the dumb shit ya’ do

Flashes inside your head

Echoing with all you’ve heard and said

THEY JUST DON’T SEE HIM

Why do we love the ones we do

Everyone has another opinion

A different view

They just don’t see him

Like you do

Ten years from now

They’ll all be amazed

At how together we will

Gracefully age

THREAD

Between a mother and a child

The cord must be cut

But the thread never breaks

Like tangled yarn at times

When you as a parent haven’t got a clue

Like monofilament, clear and strong, no tangles

With you on one side and that big ol’ fish on the other

Its picture perfect and all so clear

Between a mother and her child

The thread never breaks

Even after years apart

That thread can mend a broken heart

Written by Esther Marie and Ron Thamm

THE VIEW FROM THE DECK

Twenty years serving drinks and cold beer

To the passengers on board the Poop Deck

At the edge of the Gulf of Mexico

With the juke box playing good ol’ music

And a little new

You just can’t beat the view

Especially when the waters blue

Or on a moonlit night

The shimmer and shine off the water

It’s breath taking, soothing and relaxing

Enjoy the view

Day or Night

It’s perfect

It’s right

Looking out over the water

The beach and the seawall

You can see it all

Winter

Spring

Summer and

Fall

OUR FRIEND

Sherri, Sherri, Sherri

You didn’t get to choose this

And we all know that

None of us are mad at you

But each and everyone one is sad

We all have our personal whys and reasons

And you know them all now

Because even though you are gone

You’re with each of us always

From now till forever

We will miss you

Especially your Johnny

Just know, we will do our best to make him smile

We all know how much you loved his smile

Sherri, Sherri, Sherri,

God bless and God speed

Johnny’s Grin

In April Johnny took his own life

Eight months earlier, he buried his Wife

I miss him, but I miss her more

God escorted her through that door

Johnny, he chose to be a coward and he committed

The ultimate sin

In the end, so no one can win

or ever again, see Johnny’s grin

THE TAILGATE PARTY IS ON

We’re going racin with Nextel

Cuz it’s Nascar racin

Boogity, Boogity

Let’s pray and salute our flag

Pledge allegiance and have a great three days

See them qualify

The Busch run’s on Saturday

And Nextel Nascar on Sunday

Oh Yeah! We’re gonna play

Probably drink too much

Eat too much junk

And good ol’ southern BBQ

And not sleep near enough

Just to realize year after year

Age makes it tuff

Tuff to be a Nascar buff

THE SCAM

I ought to scream

I ought to yell

I’ve stumbled

I’ve fell

Fell more times

Than I can tell

Trying to catch a dream

Running so fast down

An ice cold stream

That freezes and brakes

Along with all the people

That are phonies and Fakes

Stupid decisions made

In sorrow and pain

End with only your loss

And someone else’s gain

Eagerness and excitement

Building a mountain of hope

Comes crumbling down around

Leaving you wishing

You’d just said nope

Blinded by these things

You cannot see

How real something’s can truly be

I ought to scream

I ought to yell

Now the authorities

I must tell

Everyone else knew

I was so stupid

So easy

So in love

Yeah

He wasn’t true

He wasn’t real

YO BITCH

Get out of the ditch . . . Bitch!

You’re running with a loser

A thief

You know and you still let her go

With you

Oh no!

Alone’s a better place to stay

Honesty is all that matters

Tomorrow and Today

Don’t you see yet!

There is no better way

So get out of the ditch . . . Bitch!

You’re running with a loser

A thief

You know and you still let her go

With you

Oh no!

YOU’RE SENSELESS

I’d already put trust and faith in you

I believed in you

Your talent and your ability

And over and over again

You disappointed me with

Your attitude and actions

But I kept believing

Seems more trouble always follows you

Than anyone else I have known

You don’t follow even the judge’s orders

I was there in court with you

So why would I

Should I sign my name

For what drugs . . . Oh! No not me!

So sad, when that’s more important

Than a sandwich and some soup

Or personal hygiene items

We use daily or monthly

Perfume, clothes or a home

So sad, when your car is impounded

Towed and ticked more in one year

Than I’ve ever known of, with anyone else

So I’m not your friend because

I wouldn’t

Well, I didn’t and I won’t

Ever not for drugs

So I understand

I am not nor was I

Ever your friend

That my dear hurts

Because you were my friend

I wanted that friendship to make a difference for us

For you as well as me

Oh well

You’re senseless

YESTERDAY’S TODAY AND TOMORROW

People wanna believe

The words of a friend

New or old

Believe in them

Have faith in truth

From their lips to our ears

People wanna care

About a friend

With whom they choose to share

Feelings and things

No strings

Just share

Just care

Losing faith when in truth

We find only lies

Followed with Simply

A welcome, Good-bye

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow

For somewhere in the dust

Went the reason to try

To mend

Yesterday, today, tomorrow

For an untruthful friend

There’s no time to spend

Youth

With youth ya learn a hard truth about what’s real

Outside the package

The rest of the deal

The way your heart feels

Starting at youth

In Texas drinking vodka and vermouth

Ya see

Ya hear

Ya feel

Something real

Like peanut-butter and jelly

Toast and butter

Milk and honey

Not something rotten and smelly

It’s pure and simple

Like the rain and the snow

The color black and the color white

And all the fire in the candlelight

With youth ya learn a hard truth about what’s real

WE ARE ONE

It’s not supposed to be hard

To deal with the after facts

After the fact

Ya gotta look back

Like a old fashioned Smack

Right on the ass

To get your attention

So you would understand

Right and wrong

Safe and harmful

Oh what’s wrong

With spanking

What’s wrong with pledging alliance to the flag

We are one nation

Under God

We do want our children

To be better

Than we were

We want more for them

An easier life

A softer path to walk

After the fact

Cuz’

Right now America is under attack

HAUNTS

I’m not so sure

I believe what I’ve just seen

How did we get here

Now that you’re just a dream

Lost in my memory

Nothing is really final

Or completely over

With the exception of Death

IF

If you need to add

Or take away

From anything I said

It’s ok by me

If it makes more sense

That way

And it’s still all good

Then you already have a recipe

In your head

As well as your heart just like you should if?

I WANNA GO RACIN

Hey, I was havin’ a drink with some friends and

I started to write

Here it is

I wanna

I wanna go racin

I want it all

Nascar is where it’s all at

That’s what I know

Cuz’ racin’ is somewhere everyone loves to go

Anytime, anywhere theres a race

I wanna play

I wanna have a Talegate party

Drink some beer and eat some BBQ

I wanna hear the thunder

I wanna smell the rubber burnin’

I wanna scream and yell with excitement and enthusiasm

Until Dale Jr. wins and gets the checkered flag again

I wanna go racin’

I WANT SOME

I want some Ahh!

I want some Yum! Yum!

I want some Oh My!

Do ya know, know what

I mean

I want some Ahh!

I crave it!

I need it!

I want it!

I gotta, gotta have it

The hot that we create

Yeah! Yum! Yum!

I want some Ahh!

I want some Yum! Yum!

THOMAS

Thomas the sailor, the biker, my friend

And I are living a dream

Seeking the truth

Hoping the dream never ends

And reality isn’t ever to real, to deal

To deal with all the bad or sad,

That turns a happy dream into I got to deal,

With the dumb stuff that’s real

Like one of the seasons,

No purpose, no reason

Then life makes you laugh

When you see a cat chasing a rainbow

Only to realize your living a dream

Seeking the truth with about as much hope as the cat has

For catching the rainbow

He never gives up

He does it day after day

Living a dream

Like Thomas the sailor, the biker

My friend

Partying at the Poop Deck when he’s on land

Thinking and drinking

Living a dream, seeking the truth

Trying to find that pot of gold

With someone to hold

At the end of the rainbow

IF ONLY I WERE A LITTLE
GIRL TODAY

Today I wanna put all the big girl troubles away

I just wanna be a little girl today

I don’t wanna wear a dress

I wanna go to a playground

And see-saw with a friend and swing, swing high until the chain jerks

I wanna run fast and jump far

I wanna climb the monkey bars

I wanna be a little girl today

I wanna put all the big girl troubles away

I wanna be a little girl today

Let’s take a bike ride to the closest dairy queen

Get a sundae, “Strawberry please”

No whip cream and no nuts

Just strawberries and ice cream

Thank you much

I wanna be a little girl today

I wanna put all the big girl troubles away

I wanna help my mom make cookies

Chocolate chip with extra chips!

Maybe even some nuts, just in one batch though

Cuz’ they hurt grandpa’s mouth

I wanna eat warm cookies and drink cold milk

And be a little girl today

With no responsibility, no deadline to meet, no bills to pay

In a world where everything’s gonna be OK

If only I were a little girl today

THE JACKET

The jacket is yours

In the pocket there was a tissue

I used and threw away

And a blue Bic lighter

I used and threw away

When it ran out of gas

The fire just didn’t last

That was nearly a year ago

Now the jacket

I’ve kept in the cedar chest

I’ll give back to you

Still I must confess

I honestly don’t remember

The name you called yourself

And the face won’t ever be exactly the same

As long as your playing your game

You’ll stay in my hall of fame

Covered in rust

On a shelf full of dust

Along with our love filled lust

Like some ol’ buried treasure once found

Only to be thrown out into the deep blue water

To land on the bottom of the sea

Along with all reality

Because back in the real world

I know there is no magical place called Hidden Valley

And no such thing as a quiet bike rally

WE LAUGH . . . WE JOKE

We are three . . . not two

We are a crew

We are a team

Or so it should seem

The things said

Are more often than not

Worthless gossip we spread

Rattled off the top of our head

We all work together

So let’s not get lost

In the static with each other

Things said off the cuff

Is sometimes pretty tuff stuff

The ears sometimes hear

What sounds like hate filled word’s

Hardening the heart with fear

Left wishing someone would

Fly away with the birds and disappear

We laugh . . . we joke

Make fun of and poke at

Ya’ understand it’s not meant to hurt anyone

It’s just part of We laugh . . . we joke

CLOTHESPINS

Their clothespins don’t stay on the line

They’re not made of the same cloth as you and I

When the wind blows they fly free

Only to come crashing to the ground

Barely making a sound

DREAMS COMING TRUE

Champagne and chocolate covered strawberries

Contracts signed, dreams

Coming true

Baby steps, skinned knees and elbows

From here who knows

After champagne and chocolate covered strawberries

Contracts signed, and dreams

Coming true

Where will this go

Who’s to know?

I Refuse

Me, yeah me

I refuse, refuse

To buy

To ask for or bum

Another cigarette

Me, yeah me

I refuse, refuse

To inhale that tobacco

Of any kind

Pipes, Cigars, Cigarettes

Me, yeah me

I refuse, refuse

To smell like

I’m dirty or haven’t bathed

Me, yeah me

I refuse, refuse

MY MEMORY, MY FACE

What do you mean?

Who is this?

We are in the age of caller Id

Yeah, you know

Still you click off and erase

My memory, my face

That six weeks was nineteen years ago

It has always held a flame

Of something special in my heart

From the very beginning

You asked, how’d I get so smart

So what do you mean?

Who is this?

CRAWL THROUGH

I met the old lady

She didn’t live in a shoe

When I asked if she had a room

She asked me if I could crawl through a broom?

If ya show me how, I’ll try! Was my reply

Followed with, I’m pretty handy at a lot of different things

I could probably fix that clock, so the bell rings

The old woman said “help me move some of this stuff”

I have the broom, we’ll need some room, this might be ruff

Then I held the broom in my hands, picked up my right leg and put it around my arm and over the handle on to the ground

Then I put the broom over my head and down my back and never let go!

Then picked up my other foot and put it down on the ground

Still holding the broom now upside down

Then the old woman said crawl back thru

And I’m sure I’ll find a room for you.

For that is something I’ve only seen a very few do

I’m sure someone that dandy is bound to be handy

MY FRIEND

She’s just a little girl and a full grown woman

She’s seeing a different side of herself

She’s in a comfortable yet combatable situation

Sharing a conversation of intelligence

Not just listening to a pie eyed drunk

Tell a bold face lie

She hopes and prays

She’s here to stay

Looking at a future that’s brighter

Starting now with a reason

A why and a how

The simple things of everyday life

Are no longer out of reach

The closer she gets to the beach

She’s just a little girl and a full grown woman

Wrapped up in one

Who likes to laugh and have fun

And lay out in the sun

Enjoying a cold one occasionally

Being thankful of life

Counting her blessing

Beaming with pride from the inside

For she no longer feels she needs to run and hide

For the first time in years she feels alive

Ready to fight for her right to survive

No longer afraid she’ll shatter or break if she should bend

This little girl, This woman, I call my friend

MARIE’S POOP DECK CLOCK

Now after twenty-one years of partying at where she thinks

Is the coolest bar on the island

She wants more

Like she was a kid and only had to study to get a good score

Oh Yeah! She wants more

More peanut butter than you gave her before

She’s seen more than a few waves roll onto shore

Wearing a Dixie cap on her head and a pair of shorts

Flip flops with a lipstick smile on her face

To welcome you to her place

Cuz’ Captain Ardella and Admiral Frank likes it like that

Now the Poop Deck clock

Frank gave it to Marie when she was only 1st mate

Now twenty-one years later, she’s the skipper.

LOVE DOES EXIST

There was no keeping score

Nit-picky things didn’t matter before

Or even exist

Now they’re becoming part of a growing list

For two people so much alike

In the way they think

It ought’a figure

Together they are completely right

So just close that door

Quit keepin’ score

Pay attention to what matters and more

Because love does exist

With family and friends

Just to begin the list

NO GRAVITY

Hey lady

If we were all the same

There would be no gravity

Won’t you join me please

We’re all spinning around

We all have an attitude

Like quick

It makes us who we are

So, no mam, I wasn’t being rude

I’m telling ya

If we were all the same

There would be no gravity

And we would fall off

The earth, not the wagon

So I’ll have another drink

Wont ya’ join me please

Cuz’

If we were all the same

There would be no gravity

Hey there, this ain’t your neck of the woods

Your not real sure how to fit in

I believe

If we were all the same

There would be no gravity

But I know everything will be ok

Just be yourself and say what

You want to say

This is America, it’s OK

Where Did The Fairytale Magic Go

Where did the fairytale magic go?

The sparks in our eyes

Were once those of joy

Happy so happy

Now the sparks are so full of anger,

So much anger

Now it’s all about tit for tat

And you can’t have that

Where did the fairytale magic go?

When did it turn into black, black magic?

No longer fairytale magic

The fantasy has turned

Turned around and flipped upside down

Into a nightmare that’s happening while I’m wide awake

During day life

Finding myself no longer wanting to be

Your wife,

Cuz’ our fairytale magic

Has turned into an all too real nightmare

In broad daylight

Written for Amie

GOD COULD

When things end up the way they should

Ya gotta believe

It was because God could

Yeah, God could

Make it happen

The way it should

Remembering

The plan did come together

And the baby was born

And there was life

The day started when the sun rose

The grass grows

When the moon is high in the sky

We pray when we lay down to sleep

Remembering why things end up the way they should

Ya gotta believe

It was because God could

When There’s Just Enough

Life is good in the neighborhood

With a little time to spare

Just enough now and then

Will prove you care

Life is good in the neighborhood

With a friend like a circle

No beginning, no end, just a friend

Life is good in the neighborhood

With the children outside

Playing in the yard, on the swing

Such a simple thing

Means there’s more than enough

Love left in life, that’s good

To make up our neighborhood

WHAT A FRIEND

I’ve been there for you

And you sit on your ass

And ridicule me

Like I’m yesterday’s leftovers

To be tossed in the trash

How many times will I let you hurt my heart!

Before I refuse to let you have a part

Because of the things you said

I understand now, completely

I’m not your friend

You were so mine

My friend . . . . I wrote to you

Sent you money

Held you when you cried

Felt the pain and suffering of such a seriously hard loss

And shared it all with you and your family

If you’d just get a job

Get rid of Bob

Get a little pride

And self esteem

Go out and accomplish a dream

You’d feel so much better about yourself

And you wouldn’t have to

Put your friends down

To make yourself feel good

Or drink so much beer

Or throw so many fits

Your life is what you make it

Nothing more, nothing less

So get your own address

WHAT’S NEXT

What’s next?

Another hurdle to jump

Another mountain to climb

Another day

Not the same as yesterday

Unless you yourself let it be that way

So! Run the race

Jump the hurdle

Put on your boots and climb that mountain

Create a better yesterday

So it’s not just the same

Unless you yourself let it be that way

What’s next

Is another day

We pray

LIFE’S NO MYSTERY

On the beach

There is nowhere like the beach

Where your dreams are all within your reach

The blue water and the blue sky

Are reason enough to get up and try

And create a why

Where the sand and the sea are free

Forever for you and me

Don’t you see!

The rest is all history

No longer a hidden mystery

Here on the beach

Where your dreams are all

Within reach

WAY BACK

Way back is twenty years ago or more

Way, way back is forty years ago or more

And way, way, way back is sixty years ago or more

Isn’t it

I’m not ready to see why God picked me

I’m glad to know he thinks my life is worth a go

THE MUSIC OF WATER

The sun sparkles on the water

As the waves come in

What you see, sounds like music

The waves crashing on shore

At times like a lions roar

Or sometimes soft and demure

As a kitten’s gentle purr.

MY PILLOW

We all know wannabes

Are like Koala bears in fairytales

This is my dream

How could you understand

What I mean

Cuz’ when I catch my buzz

I’m ready for my pillow

YOU

Deceit, Dishonesty

Is what you’re about

Back stabbin; and dissin’ me

You’ll have to find someone else to fool

With those games you learned in grade school

Cuz’ I find then rather rude and cruel

Back stabbin, and dissin’ me

Deceit, Dishonesty

Is what you’re about

Makes me wanna shout

Realizing I was your fool

And truly you are cruel

IF YOU DON’T WANNA

If you don’t wanna read what I wrote

Then don’t

Don’t read one word

If it’s too hard to understand

Put the book back on the shelf

And concentrate on something else

YOU DO GET REWARDED

Patience and persistence

Are rewarded with success

Ya’ gotta’ choose your dream

Ya’ gotta sacrifice here and there

To make both sides meet in the middle

Because patience and persistence

Are rewarded with success

IT’S HARD

Arguing and fighting

Over every simple thing

Dinner . . .

You don’t like what we’re having

Running off

Skipping school

We don’t ask much

You rebel at our thoughts

Our touch

You know right from wrong

This adolescent thing seems to take so long

As a parent, I’m mad and disappointed

Again today

Refusing to let it lead me astray

IT’S ALMOST TIME

I been thinking

About the man in the red suit

Who’s always winking

It’s almost time

For the light to sparkle

For the snow to fall

And the church bells to chime

Yeah! It’s almost time

For Christmas

YOU LIE

Okay, I have listened to you lie on the phone

Standing next to me

About me!

I’ve seen you do and say some things

That make’s me question my instincts

Anyway, you flat out lied Saturday night

Sick, maybe from drinking

If at all

This bar has been my life

Since you were five years old

And I’m not stupid

And this is not my first rodeo

Or windy day at the beach

I gave up my shift for you

You didn’t want to have to dance

Oh that’s crazy

Losing out on the best night

For a lie

No more

I still like you

I hate that you lie and you drink so much

Please don’t let life cost you

A part of yourself

MY SISTER MY FRIEND

Even if it’s only now and then

Until the end my friend

A sister, yes I guess

Because I understand

It didn’t work

You meant for it to

But you were totally wore out

Your time had been tapped

For everyone else but you

Like the last drink in the keg

So a sister, Yes!

I’d expect nothing less

From a friend

That’s what we truly are

From the beginning to the end

Simply a sister, a friend

With understanding

Forgiveness

Compassion

Thoughtfulness

Gratitude

And thanks all wrapped up into

The one and only you

My sister, my friend

From the beginning until the end

Even if it’s only now and then

LETTER FROM HEAVEN

Hey Mom,

I never thought it was gonna happen like this. I didn’t know for sure . . . None of us do really . . . But Hey! I’m Okay

Jesus came to get me . . . He’s cool! He even knows some good jokes and has the baddest Harley I’ve ever seen. He even let me drive it. I took it for a spin and it handles like a dream!

God . . . Now he’s all that, yeah! He’s the bomb. Ya know? He’s about it all, everything!

Wow, this place here is great! It’s laid back and happening too. It’s content, comfortable, safe and all that good stuff.

Don’t worry or stress if I could I’d send my address. Tell Laura and Dean I said to be strong for you and I love them both. Don’t forget to tell Catarina she’s special and loved very much. I’m sure they all, all ready know and my wife please try to have a good life. Take care of the kids, and look after the dog. Now you’s guys don’t sit around like a bump on a log. Ladies make yourselves up! Everyone smile your best smile. When you remember me cuz life will feel better after a while. I love you Mom and I’m gonna miss you’s guys

PS: Gramma Pecor, Grandpa Reed and Gramma Aldrich all say hi

LET’S GET UP AND GO

It’s a get up and go day

And I wanna stay home

Just hanging around the house

Not get dressed

Till almost noon

To look at pictures

To ponder on the smallest or stupidest things

Oh ya know

It’s a get up and go day

And I wanna stay home

Enjoy my coffee

The mornin’ sunrise

Watching the world come alive

Remembering for a moment

What it’s like to live

To share, to give

It was probably a get up and go day then

And I wanted to stay home

To color a picture, to ponder on the smallest or stupidest things

Oh you know

Get up and go

IN THE NAME

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost

I pray for all the children who need a home

A warm meal to eat

A safe place to sleep

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost

I pray for all the old

Who need to depend on their young to care for their needs

Like planting a garden and pulling weeds

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost

I pray for all the weak

Who are afraid to believe

Or even conceive

Moses was on that mountain

Where the commandments were written in stone

And somewhere the seas were parted

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost

YOU ARDELLA

It’s been nearly fifteen years since

You told me good-bye

Because you were going to die

I said no

You said it was your time to go

There was no fixing things this time

You held my hand and asked me to

Keep your dream dreaming for you

To keep your ship sailing

Now it’s been so long

And still sometimes I get it wrong

I try my best

To make them all feel like a guest

And make you proud

And keep our passengers from

Getting thristy, vulgar or to loud

Whenever they come aboard

To visit and listen to some good music on our juke box

As they check out the Gulf of Mexico

Enjoying a cold one

And maybe catching some sun on the deck

Before the nighttime comes

Sampling different rums

Keeping your ship sailing

And your dream dreaming

Now it’s been nearly twenty years

Since our goodbye

And still for you

I continue to be true, true to

You Ar’Della and the Poop Deck

IN A COCOON

In a cocoon

Wrapped up

And protected from the world

What’s real and right outside your window

You’ve spent nearly twenty-one years

Trying to figure it out

Now as I listen, I know

It’s time to fly

But I’m not sure I know how

But, Oh my yes

I am ready to try

From A to Z

I wonder

Is it all about me?

In a cocoon

Wrapped up

And protected from the world

YOU CHANGE

Faster than a simple exchange

You change

With an exchange

You change

With an exchange of words

You change

With an exchange of money

You change

How can you be so different

So quickly

So totally opposite

From the happy fun you

To the, I’m gonna kill something

Get out of my way

Bitch you become

Stay away! I don’t want me some

NO MORE

You flip like a coin from heads to tails

Where’s the luck

Some play with their last buck

Hoping for a change

A change

With no exchange

WHEN THE CALLS COME

It’s nice to have someone give a shit

So you feel like

The full moon on the water

Shimmering, shinning

Bright and true

I’m glad it’s you

When the calls come

Just because

Just because you care

About me

Just because

You’re special

And it’s nice

To have someone

To give a shit about

That’s true

I’m glad it’s you

LOST IN THE SIGHT OF THE SEA

Lost in the sight of the sea

I live on the seawall

I’ve seen it all

From street girl’s answerin’ traffic calls

To families, weddings, the frizz-bee dude

Babies in strollers, fisherman

Bicycles and surfers

Yeah, they all come to the edge of the sea

And somehow feel free

Free to feel

Free!!

To be lost in the sight of the sea

YEAH THAT’S 1983

Lost at twenty-two

Way back in Cheyenne

It was a one night stand

A Harley Davidson

And a handle bar mustache

Now

Nearly forty-two

When I hear Kenny Rogers sing

About twenty-two years ago

I was way back in Cheyenne

It was a one night stand

A Harley Davidson

And a handle bar mustache

The music was too loud

The hurricane ready

To go ’round

The lights were on

And we had sound

Yeah

That’s the walk

Yeah

That’s the eyes

Yeah

That’s the way

Back in Cheyenne frontier days

Walking through life in a haze

Who’s Listenin’

When I have to say something

About nothing

Why don’t you listen?

You want me to pay attention

When you have to say something

About nothing

So I listen . . . Sometimes

Ok, so that’s fair

We both know we honestly care

We care about each other

We care about tomorrow

We care to continue to share

Share our life together

Share our time together

Even though sometimes

When we both have something

To say about nothing

We don’t listen

To each other

NASCAR RACE

When you see something’s that are backwards

And ya know that’s just not right

Nah, that aint right

No matter how you look at it

But lookie here, I been to state fairs, world fairs

A few rodeos and a couple concerts

I’ve been to London, England

And seen the wind mill’s in Holland

I’ve even got lost in Amsterdam

Been to several Mardi Gras

And never

Nope I promise

I aint never seen

Nope, never seen a gathering

Like the ones I’ve seen for a Nascar race

That’s right, Nascar

Yeah, that’s right Nascar

Cuz anyway you look at racecar even spelled backwards

It is still racecar

Yeah, that’s right

Yeah, that’s so right

MY SON

Oh wow, now

I’ve met my son

He’s handsome

He’s polite

He’s smart

He’s a gentleman

Oh wow, now

I’ve meet my son

Twenty-four years later

I know nothing is perfect

But better is best

He’s handsome

He’s polite

He’s smart

He’s a gentleman

Wow, he’s my son

What a great job his parents have done

YOU CHOOSE

I hear you don’t want anything to do with me

And would never come here again

Cuz’ I wouldn’t help you

You weren’t sick

You were in your own trouble

Not my fault

Not my responsibility

I went with you to court in June

You didn’t follow the judge’s ruling

You talked about leaving lots of times

I wasn’t signing my name to anything

If that means I’m not your friend

You are so wrong

But you lose because of the things you choose

I’LL TRY

You say I’m never satisfied

I don’t wanna be too greedy

To demanding

Or to selfish

So I’ll try not to be

Cuz’, I wanna be

Your first thought in the morning

On your mind all day

And your last thought at night

I don’t wanna be

What you don’t want

I wanna be

Just what you want

And exactly what you need

You say I’m never satisfied

I don’t wanna be too greedy

To demanding

Or to selfish

So I’ll try not to be

NOW YOU’RE GROWN

I’m just missin’ you

You’re on my mind

Life is moving so fast

For you now

You’re grown

Wondering now . . .

Where did you find all those hours

To waste on the phone

Somehow it’s true

There’s not enough hours in the day

To solve everyone’s problems

And make them go away

The shuffle of life has you running in circles it seems

Lost in today

Little by little

Losing sight of your dreams

With so many others to please

You must slow down

And take time to breath

Or before you finish

You may just leave

Repeating history for the third time

And that my dear would be such a sad rhyme

OH THAT

Oh that! I remember we were at

Frontier days in Cheyenne Wyoming

I swear there was no one else there

Just You and I

The look in your eye,

Like a teddy bear

Made me stop, to say hello

Now, I don’t even remember your name

It was just a game

Of darts and balloons

Oh that! I remember we were at

Road side carnivals, County fairs and Rodeos

In Houston, Pasadena,

Victoria, Conroe and Midland Texas!

When I stopped to say hello

You made me feel like I might win

More than just a teddy bear

Even now I do remember your name

I wonder was it just a game

Of darts and broken hearts

Oh that! I remember we were at

A road side carnival In Rock Springs Wyoming

Long ago

Maybe you know

I don’t even remember if I said hello

I was young

Out having fun

Not a worry, not a care

Nor’ the slightest interest, in winning a teddy bear

So !! Ya’ just never know

Except it’s the same

Another name

Another game

Oh that! I remember we were at

A county fair

I felt like I’d won a live

Blue eyed teddy bear

The flame of somethin’ special was in the air!

Only two can share

Oh that! I remember we were at

NOT YET

None of us have earned our wings

Or know why some people say such bad things

It’s so confusing or is there soul confessing

Sometimes I’m sure they just saw

Or heard it differently

You were there

You always are

So did you see it the way I did

Just because you care

Or are you being real and completely fair

Like I have to ask

Duh! That’s a no brainer

Some people say such good things

It’s so refreshing

I’m sure in time

I’ll earn and get

What I don’t have

Not yet

NO ONE

No one ever said it quite like that

No one ever touched my heart the way that you have

As if you’ve taken it out of my chest

To cradle it and protect it

I’ve never known a feeling like that

It’s all brand new

It has me crazy with ideas of what I should do

Cuz’ no!

No one,

No!

No one

Has ever said it quite like that

No it’s a fact of today and yesterday

No one has held my heart like that

And it has me crazy

Asking myself what should I do

It’s all so new

NO EXCUSE

Drinkin’, drinkin’, drinkin’

Today, tomorrow, yesterday

You said

I said

What?

You said

I said

What?

They all said it’s true

I was a shit-head to you

It’s too late to cry

Apologize again

I’ll try

Believe me please

It’s not a lie

Drinkin’, drinkin’, drinkin’

Was the one and only reason why

I said and did all that dumb stuff

Like a Sunday morning white

Patient leather scuff

It was dumb stuff

I apologize

LITTLE MISSY

Miss High and Mighty

Miss Sassy and Rude

If you think teenage years are hard on you

Look at what you are putting your Mom and Dad thru

Just Cuz’ they are not together

Doesn’t mean they don’t love you

Miss High and Mighty

Miss Sassy and Rude

Once sweet and innocent

Curious and mischievous

The terrible two’s

Onward to tying shoes

Everything your Mom and Dad do to raise you

Little Missy

High and Mighty

Sassy and Rude

LOVE HAS COME MY WAY

Yeah, I have what I need

And what I want, I’ve acquired

Love has come my way

So like some ol’ song

That’s been changed

I finally have what I need

What I want and love with a wedding band

It’s just part of life’s plan

To walk through life hand in hand

So it is possible to get

What ya need

What ya want

And love sweet love

True and sincere

True and sincere

SHORT THOUGHTS

CHASE YOUR DREAMS

Chase your dreams

Until you catch the one you want

Because life is a dream

If your livin’ it

THE EARTH

The earth is a patchwork quilt

From the sky looking down

You’re my prince

You’re my king

You’re my everything

I THOUGHT

I thought you knew everything

Yeah I did too

But that was about twenty years ago

HURT THAT BAD

No amount of feel good

Should ever have to hurt that bad

LET’S ALWAYS DREAM

Let’s always dream our dreams

Hope for hope

Never give up

Never quit

Let’s always

FLOWER’S FREEDOM

It’s the flowers right to have freedom

Whether to be wild

Or groomed

It’s a flower’s freedom

STOP IT, QUIT IT

I’m too young to do it

Or I’m too old to get away with it

If I do, do it

So I guess I won’t

I won’t do it now

I won’t do it later

But I won’t stop thinking about it ever

Nope not ever

Cuz’ I believe it is important

Always

So stop it, Quit it

Or go for it

And just do it

Whenever it is right

SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE

I’m an old woman

To the twenty year olds

And a young lady

To the sixty year olds

Floating in the middle

Education is important

So learn all you can

Practice what you learn

Teach others and carry on

Just getting through

Somewhere in the middle

SECRETLY SOMEWHERE

The moment was real

It was special and true

Secretly somewhere

In time for me and you

SOMETIMES YA GOTTA ASK

Who raised those?

They are not the ones their Grandmother rose

Or even close to it

Because Grandma well, she knew everything

How to be right, how to be real!

To earn your keep and get peaceful sleep

Grandma knew if you paid attention to the golden rule

You’d do a whole lot better in school

Grandma knew if you were hungry and wanted to eat

To make sure there was enough for everyone to eat

Grandma knew how to appreciate

A job well done

And make any ol’ chore fun

Grandma knew how to properly set a table

As she told stories of Cane and Able

Grandma knew how to sew cloths to live in

Grandma knew how to cook and not just stew

There was so much more that she could do

Grandma knew if you had a job to do

Do it right the first time

Give it your all!

Nobody wants to do the same job twice

Grandma knew how to can tomatoes and make jelly and jam

We pulled taffy, too!

Grandma she was cool!!

Grandma was more precious than a jewel

And Grandma knew

Yeah! Grandma knew

SOMETIMES

Sometimes your tongue cuts like a razor blade

Sharp and quick, so slick

Sometimes the words you say

Hurt in the worst way

Worse than being slammed into the wall

By not looking, chasing the kids ball

Sometimes the words you say

Have me thinking about going away

MY HEART WON’T LISTEN

I wanna feel the real in your touch

My head knows better but my heart won’t listen

Having nightmare’s in broad daylight

Real, safe and true

Lost in life before you!

SHEET SPLITTEN’

What’s up!

Is it time to split the sheet’s

When we’re calling each other names

When we lose our tone in front of our friends

Who cares is the attitude

Why we don’t try

What happened to you and I

Instead of nice

We are continuously rude to each other

Still you’re a great guy

In all our friends eye

And I am a wonderful gal

Who has more than one life pal

Together . . . . You and I

Have become toxic somehow

And everyone knows that’s deadly

So what’s up is

It’s time to split the sheets

Maybe just maybe in time

We’ll be friends again

We both know the road

We were on was a dead end

We took a wrong turn

Or two

And we can’t find the way back

Cuz’ we can’t let go of all the bullshit

We threw and went through

Yeah . . . Me and You

Now that it’s gone

It’s just goodbye

RUTHIE

Ruthie lived ten years longer

Than medical science said she would

She woke up with a positive attitude

And a good spirit everyday

She always had a helpful hand to lend

She worried about others

If they had eaten or had what they needed

She partied with the best of us

And the worst

Enjoying the spirits of liquor, wine and beer

She would do her best to convince anyone

And everyone to take care of themselves

She was soft spoken

Until she had a point to get across

Then she would be heard

Ruthie was gentle, good and kind

I’m sure she now is in heaven helping

The good Lord accomplish whatever He needed her for

God rest her soul

ROAD TRIP

It was winter quarters

A Harley Davidson t-shirt

And a pair of light blue jeans

You even said you liked it

A little white top

Pink heart buttons

I wasn’t offended at all

By your touch

It was welcomed

So much

BROOMSTICK

Ride someone else’s broomstick

This one’s all mine tonight

I am gonna dance and twirl

And around the room I’ll swirl

Riding my broomstick

My broomstick tonight

REGRET

Your silence screams at me

Your tears that don’t fall are drowning me

I believed, I wanted to believe

That your feel’s for me

Were the same as mine for you

Now I know that isn’t true

With all we’ve been through

I thought I had a friend for life soon after we met

Now there’s nothing left except sorrow and regret

Lots of it, tons of it

NOT JUST YOUNG

Stupid . . . . Youth

Nah . . . Not just young

Just stupid

Littering

Lazy . . . . Young

Not completing what they’ve begun

Stubborn . . . Young

Nah . . . Not just young

Always wanting more

When they already have enough

Afraid someone else might

Get more than you

Boo Hoo

RACHEL

You’re a sassy, sarcastic smart mouth

And you’re disrespectful to your mother

Now girl listen, you’re twenty-two

Not fifty-five

This is my home

Do Not !

Bring strangers to my home ever

That’s my choice not yours

I’d pretty much prefer

You not come around

If you can’t be pleasant

You are so very pretty

Why are you such a smart-mouth

I just can’t understand

Still, I’ll tell you

It makes you so ugly

I know that’s not your plan

Ugly yet

Your attitude

Is rather rude

You look at me

Like you can believe, I’ve been where you are

Honey

It wasn’t as easy for me as it is for you

So unless

You intend on getting old

Alone!

With not even one friend to phone

You better back up and change your tone

QUIT IT

Stop it, don’t do it anymore

It’s against the law

It could cost our license

Then you wouldn’t have a favorite place to go

You’re smart enough to know

The things that can cost so much

Aren’t worth it

So quit it!

ASK, JUST ASK

Ask, just ask the question

Cuz’ I got plans for you and I

And they start with

Whatever it takes to keep you happy

Cuz’ I got a plan

That doesn’t include a mockingbird

But a diamond ring isn’t out of the question

If you got plans for you and I

Ask

Just ask the question

The View I Never Take For Granted

The view I never take for granted

What I see is peaceful and happy

For hours at a time

I just watch the waves

As my mind wanders onto many things

Some special

Some happy

Some with thanks

And a few regrets

Looking behind me

To who and where I’ve been

It’s all okay

PLEASE WAKE UP

You sleep so deep

Waking up is so hard for you

From dreamland

To the real world

Takes a minute or two

Three or four

I’m not sure, it’s a long way

From dreamland

Where you love to be

To the real world

Where people cause pain

And drive their neighbors insane

You sleep so deep

Waking up is so hard for you

You stumble

You shake

You look so confused

Dreamland over the real world

Is what you choose

In the morning when there’s school

And we all must hurry

Sit down!

Refuel!

PART OF MY PAST

Oh I’ve been hurt

And things won’t ever feel

The way they did

Before I heard some of the stuff you said

I don’t want to take anything from anyone

So carry on

Just remember

I’m not the enemy

Nor’ am I your friend

Just an acquaintance

This last year and an half

Has proved to me

To be a part of my past

YOU KNEW

Oh my mind

The journeys it takes me

On the memories in time

Was it really as peaceful

As I remember?

It had to be special for me to remember

So many little details

Twenty years ago

I didn’t have a clue

But

You knew

OVER MY SHOULDER

Over my shoulder

On my lap

There’s love

Real true sincere

Forever stuff

There’s rainbow’s, colored like magic

Dancing on the wall

If you touch me

Will I break?

Will I crumble in pieces and fall apart

Or will I be strong and hold onto my heart

Hold, Hold

Onto my heart

Or will the power

The love

Let it begin to really start

Real true sincere

Forever stuff

SURGERY

That’s the only way to fix it

Well, that’s better than not being able to fix it

The diagnosis could have been

Worse!

Life threatening!

Still, that’s not much consolation

With surgery to face

Another doctor

Another place

You just want the pain to erase

Morphine!

Vicodin!

All the rest don’t take away

The pain

DE’JA VU

Someone’s knocking on my door

I did this all once before

Now it’s time to know for sure

I want what it takes

To pull in the money with rakes

Sitting by the ocean

Remembering the Great Lakes

REGRETS

Wish I’d never done it

Couldn’t believe I did it

But that was years ago

Now added up to age

It’s come to me as a

Welcome change

YOU DON’T KNOW ME

You don’t know me

No! You don’t know me at all

Now that I have heard you make that call

The one that says

I’m that bad

Oh! Now it’s you who’s really sad

And always has been sad

And

A little to bad

To be a true friend

Now this has finally come to an end

HAS IT WENT TOO FAR

Has it went too far

Have I said too much

The tears roll out of my eyes

WOW

Back up!

Get back!

On track!

Am I wrong?

Probably I don’t remember after pizza

And only bits and pieces

Of before

STRENGTH

Building a history

After a year

There is no fear

Building a history

There’s no mystery

To our history

Together we will be stronger

And live longer

THE FIRST TIME I SAW YOU

The first time I saw you

You took my breath away

Twenty years later

I’m still stoppin’ in my tracks

When I hear your voice

Or by chance

See your handsome face

LOST IN MY MEMORY

I’m not so sure I believe what

I’ve just seen

How did we get here

Now that you’re just a dream

Lost in my memory

With the exception of death

Nothing is really final

Or completely over

WHERE I CAME FROM

Where I came from

Was tuff

Yet so simple

So real

So right

It was true

The way I felt for you

THESE FIFTEEN YEARS

These fifteen years

I knew my destiny was

Happiness

And

Fulfillment

I just didn’t have a clue

It wouldn’t be with you

Happy in the morning

Happy in the afternoon

Happy in the evening

And

Extremely happy at night

When his arms are around me

Holding me tight

Oh yeah

That’s all I need at night

I AM ALIVE

I can smell of the air

I can see out the window

Some things I shall never

Forget to take

Advantage of

Now I choose to hear

I no longer plug my ear

JUST DRINKING

Just drinking cold beer

There’s no Brokeback Mountain stuff

Going on here

We’re just racin’

Hopin’ our favorite driver

Has no fear!

PEACEFUL DREAMS

If I could, I’d pull them out of the sky

And give them to you

Like the Heavens

The Stars

And

The Moon

In your very own bedroom

As you fall asleep into

Peaceful dreams

Where the world is like cartoons

And no one screams

Oh the safe

Safe place of

Peaceful dreams

I’d pull them out of the sky

And give them to you

Like the Heavens

The Stars

And

The Moon

STORIES

Why do you listen

There’s no proof

Cuz’ I wasn’t there

This just ain’t fair

I’ve heard stories

Stories

About us all

Some so small

Some so tall

Tall tales about us all

Cuz’ I wasn’t there

This just aint fair

Whispers going through town

With the latest gossip to spread

Keeping all the rumors fed

Why do you listen

There’s no proof

Cuz I wasn’t there

I’ve heard stories

Stories

About us all

Some so small

Some so tall

Tall tales about us all

Why do you listen

There’s no proof

Cuz’ I wasn’t there

This just ain’t fair

THE DEAL

The whole deal

The one that was real

Maybe it was like a sitcom

Sometimes

But on all

The important stuff

It held steady and true

Plenty tough

I gave you both a family

Anyway

I’m rattling on

Some sentimental journey

I’m gonna go now

I love you

Kisses and hugs

THAT KIND OF GUY

Do ya’ love what you do

Are you good at what you do

Do ya’ wake up ready

Ready

For a new day

Sunshine or rain

Windy or calm

Do ya’ smile and nod

Or wave and say hello

During your day of work

Or play

Do ya’

Are you that kinda guy

TAKE A MINUTE

The view I never take for granted

What I see is peaceful

And happy for hours at a time

I just watch the waves

As my mind wonders

Into many things

Some special

Some sad

Some happy

Some with thanks

Some with a few regrets

Looking behind me to who

And where I’ve been

It’s all okay

Now that the waves keep rolling in

I remember a friend

Maybe I’ll call or drop a line

Maybe share a glass of wine

That would be the best

And oh, so fine

I’M GONNA

I’m gonna be that someday

I’m gonna do that one day

I’m gonna get old before my time

Just like everyone else

The knowledge I have now

And the youth I had then

Oh

How many times have we

Heard that

Said that

I’m gonna

Gonna

Gonna

I am

Older

Not much

Wiser

But

I am going to someday

One day

I’m gonna

M.S.

I gotta ask sometimes

Who the hell is the Bitch in my body?

This M.S.

I tell ya

I didn’t have a clue

Now sometimes I do

They know more today

Please! Dear Lord

Teach them how

To make it go away!

OMIGOSH!

It’s happening over night

From twenty-four to forty-two

Like flipping a coin

Eighteen years

Again has past

That first eighteen seemed to take so much longer

Than the last eighteen

In the spring when the world

Becomes brand new

With fresh leaves

Am I the only one who can see

I will accomplish this dream

I’ve had since I was knee high

It seems

I always wanted to

Do something

Be somebody

Go somewhere

Ya’ know be noticed

For something good

Something small

Something big

I was twenty-four when I started this job

I’m forty-two now

With a Super Bowl bleep

In “2003”

Twenty-four news put me on TV

Raiders and Buccaneers

Omigosh!

NO NOTHING

I’ve been working

Too hard!

Too long!

Not to have a mate

I come home and can’t wake you up

For

A kiss!

A hug!

Nothing!

I’m so tired of nothing

I have to have MORE

I’ve worked

Way too hard

Way too long

To end up with nothing

No loving!

No hugging!

No kissing!

No nothing!

IT’S A PRETTY PLACE

There’s an island in the Gulf of Mexico

With a nine and a half mile seawall on the coast

What an awesome view of the water and waves

Bikini’s and thong’s in the sea

Having fun

Young and old

Enjoying the wall

Bikes, rollerblades and a few fancy skaters

Neat people and street people

Something about the water attracts ’em all

To this island somewhere near Texas

In the Gulf of Mexico

Surrounded by dikes

And serviced by ferry’s

It’s pretty here

YOU FIGURE IT OUT

Yeah I’m angry

Upset about it all

I’ll try not to say that stuff anymore

I don’t mean

And

I know it as you slam the door

I want to take it all back

Scared again

What’s next?

Questioning?

Am I doing this to you?

Oh I’m so confused

So you figure it out

ONE, TWO, FOUR OR MORE

One, two four or more

Cuz’ #3 is part of racin’ history

#3 is a legend

Now we are gathering up for a good time

In our house shoe’s

Drinking beer and eating BBQ

One, two, four or more

Cuz’ #3 is a legend and part of Nascar history

It’s one, two, four or more

When you go see Nascar racin’ now

Anytime, anywhere

One, two, four or more

# 3 a legend part of racin history

LIKE AN OLD SHIRT

I’m real comfortable with you

Like an old shirt

I have all the time in the world

Like an old watch

Should our love

Ever falter

It can be mended

OK

I was so stupid

Foolish

Told lies

Made up stories

Tried to be something I wasn’t

I was being bad

Now I look back and wonder

How you ever forgave me

And how you still love me and respect me

I’m not so sure I know now I’m older

Still nearly as stupid

And sometimes as foolish

With no reason to lie

Or make up stories

I am what I am

And that’s

Ok

OH YEAH HE LOVES ME

He’s jealous enough

I know he loves me

But he’s not too jealous

He’s gentle enough

I know he means what he says

When he says he loves me

Cuz’ he’s strong enough

To be my everything

And loving him is easy

It comes natural

True and strong

And I’m jealous

Enough and gentle enough

He knows I love him too

RICH ON FRIDAY

He’s just a good ol’ boy

Who doesn’t have any money

But who cares

He works all week

And is a rich man on Friday

Getting through Saturday

Then it is back to paying attention

Being responsible

And getting through until Friday

Doing it all again

Cuz, he’s just a good ol’ boy

Who has a few good friend’s

So a lucky man

Who doesn’t have any money till Friday

Is what he is

He’s just a good ol’ boy

A lucky man

Who doesn’t think about what if

If it happens, he’ll get through

He’ll do what he has to do

To make the pieces fit

In the puzzle of life

Never thinking twice about what if

Cuz, he’s a good ol’ boy

A lucky man

Rich on Friday

PEANUT BUTTER AND
JELLY SANDWICH

That’s a peanut butter and jelly sandwich

With chocolate icing

And you want me to eat that

The stuff you try to feed me is unbelievable

I comprehend that lie

So back up girl and give this another try

So give me the peanut butter and jelly

And skip the chocolate icing

Because I can choke down the truth

Like a martini without Vermouth

OH THAT

Oh that! I remember we were at

Frontier days in Cheyenne Wyoming

I swear there was no one else there

Just You and I

The look in your eye,

Like a teddy bear

Made me stop, to say hello

Now, I don’t even remember your name

It was just a game

Of darts and balloons

Oh that! I remember we were at

Road side carnivals, County fairs and Rodeos

In Houston, Pasadena,

Victoria, Conroe and Midland Texas!

When I stopped to say hello

You made me feel like I might win

More than just a teddy bear

Now that I do remember your name

I wonder was it just a game

Of darts and broken hearts

Oh that! I remember we were at

A road side carnival In Rock Springs Wyoming

Long ago

Maybe you know

I don’t even remember if I said hello

I was young

Out having fun

Not a worry, not a care

Nor’ the slightest interest, in winning a teddy bear

So !!

Ya’ just never know

Except it’s the same

Another name

Another game

Oh that! I remember we were at

A county fair

I felt like I’d won a live

Blue eyed teddy bear

The flame of somethin’ special was in the air!

Only two can share

Oh that! I remember we were at

LIKE MAGIC

The waves from the Gulf of Mexico

Come to the shore

Disappearing before they touch land

Like a magicians rabbit gets lost in a hat

It’s planned things we notice

Things we see

Aren’t always about you and me

Still together our pleasure

Has no measure

As time continuously goes by we cherish

Our commitment

Never questioning why

I CATCH MY BREATH

I catch my breath when I see you

You’re always on my mind

Since so long ago

My mind plays games

Or is it all real and I just can’t accept the concept

Enough to believe

It truly is possible, it’s so big

So very much from the beginning

Only I never really saw that

I was catching my breath looking at you

Not what surrounds you

It was you

Your walk, your talk, your touch

I was wearing little pink heart button’s on a white scoop neck

Half shirt with a square knot at the waist

Never would I have figures you’d like the Harley t-shirt

But winter quarters, Houston town and I found out

Oh yeah, I did

This girl from that lil’ town

In Wisconsin where the blue devils play high school football

And theirs farmer’s with dairy cows

Not rancher’s, Like in Texas

With acres of land for their herd to roam

THROUGH LIFE

Why are you feeling bad

It isn’t really heavy, your load!

God gave you an easy road

You have your arms and your legs

Your Mom and Dad

Why are you feeling bad

You have the blessing of a family

To cherish, to hold

God gave you a talent worth a ton of gold

You have your senses, all five

You are alive!

Why are you feeling bad

You have the right to make the decision

You have the ability to make it right

God gave you enough in life to weed

And all you need, to get through

I’M THINKING

What was I thinking

You know I was drinking

You said, I did what?

I said What?

What was I thinking

You know I was drinking

What was I thinking

In a drunkin’ frame of mind

To a stranger, I was a bit too kind

Oh my! What was I thinking

You know I was drinking

When I said my best friend was a punk

We know I was drinking

So what was I thinking

I wasn’t thinking, I was drinking

Talledaga

Talledaga’s been going on since 1969

I gotta tell ya

If ya don’t have fun at that race

It’s your fault, not mine

The adrenaline kicks in

When you hear those engines fire up

You feel the ground move under your feet

You smell burning rubber in the air all around

Ya just can’t beat the sound

The adrenaline kicks in long before the win

Talledaga going on since 1969

Guilty

It could be anything

That sets up the beginning of the end

When innocent looks guilty

When you chose to help a friend

And you must explain yourself to someone else

Because you had a ear to lend

When innocent looks guilty

It could be anything

That sets up the beginning of the end

SHOW TIME

Gunsmoke, Green Acres, Mayberry, Andy Taylor

Barney Fife, Opie and Aunt Bea

Are all part of our history

We learned kindness, respect, honor and pride

All in a thirty minute show

Something in life we all need to know

For an hour every Sunday night was Walt Disney

After football

The family sat around

Ate popcorn and watched a picture show

Richard Petty

Richard Petty known as the King

The King of racing

Yeah! He was something to watch on the track

He put an a heck of a show

The way he drove comin to the front

Do you remember when!

So does the rest of the Nascar world

Richard Petty, The King of racing

Yeah! He was something to watch on the track

STEVE

If you understand the relationship we had

You knew losing Steve didn’t make me sad

But I feel bad, for those of you

Who knew the Good Guy!

The Friend! The Man! Steve was

I’m sad for those of you who loved him

I know you’ll miss him

He was a happy spirit

The life of the party

If he liked you, he’d do anything to help you

And if he didn’t like you

He still did his best to help

If he knew you needed something

I know he had a heart he chose not to show it

To me

But my best friend Ruthie and His best friend Traci saw it

And knew a man so many loved

God bless and God speed

You got to know you are missed Steve

Long Ago

A cat has nine lives they say

In three of eighty-four

Twenty-five years ago, Somewhere in Conroe

You finally showed up in wrinkled brown pants

Because I wouldn’t dance with a cowboy

In a red neck bar

In the middle of town that wasn’t too far

I couldn’t, I wouldn’t

Now I suspect you know it wasn’t wise to play

With my heart!

NO surprise!

Because I was, I am real!

And you were only a make believe deal

So long ago In Conroe

I didn’t understand the game

Or even know the rules

YOU & I

Together we survived the last nine years

We both know the last nine months have not been a picnic

But I’m not ready to give up

Nor will I ever be

You and I from now till eternity

It’s how it’s going to be

We think a like

For the most part

We realized from the start we are both good from the inside

Together we are better than good

That’s where the best of us come’s from

Together nine years, nine months, nine weeks, nine days and nine minutes

I’m yours and your mine

HAVING FUN

At times I remember I had a wicked tongue

Growing up so fast when I was young

I was in the woods being cool

Standing around in a group of friends

Joking all of us, twelve or fourteen, and we were smoking

I was only fifteen the first time I ever got drunk

That was thirty-two years ago, like a slam dunk

Now I realize how fast time goes

And how quickly things happen

Music has gone from Rockin-roll to Raping

And country’s not real country anymore

Phone call conversations are now in IM or a text

To continue communication

Now we can only remember

Growing up so fast

When we were young

Having fun

DON’T BE SCARED

You’re looking real good

It’s true

I need too

I want too

Scratch and sniff all over you

Yum! Yum! I want some

Scratch and sniff

Just to get a wiff

Don’t be scared

Yum! Yum! I want some

Please let me, get a whiff

Off your very own scratch and sniff

When you smell good just for me it seems

I feel like I have my very own scratch and sniff

You’re looking real good, it’s true

I need to

I want to scratch and sniff all over you

You look like Yum! Yum! I want some

Don’t be scared to feel—feel real

What to say

If you spend four to six hours a day

Two or three months a year—anywhere

You’ll be getting to know the real people

The girls that come to work everyday

Just to make a buck; they laugh, they smile

And put a new perspective on each day

They listen to what you want to say

Or got to say—or need to say

It’s not just a payday

It’s life, the hard way

Those girls are your bartenders

And waitress’ everywhere

17

It ain’t over, the fat lady didn’t sing yet

That time they rolled the dice

And only took two tires

A crawfish like you ain’t ever seen

On that last caution

Almost red beans and rice

Look at that number 17

Came in on the green

Slowing down that fast machine

To fix it, make it right

Like tight

RILEY

Riley

Let’s try this again!

Your dad was the second doctor to tell me I was pregnant.

I didn’t want or need another child, I already had a daughter

I was only twenty years old, not married!

Oh! I wasn’t the one.

I made a decision that day to give you away

I loved you somehow enough to let you go

I was young, I was scared

I’m sorry I wasn’t more

I’m glad you had a Mom and Dad!

I WANT TO I DON’T WANT TO

No where at all is

Lost somewhere between I don’t want to

To go, there’s gonna be girls

To all of a sudden I want to go

There’s gonna be girls

I tell ya no where at all is lost somewhere between

I don’t want to, I just can’t dance

To I want to, I’ll learn to dance

Just maybe with a star or get lucky enough to

Drive a fast car

In my dreams right !!!

I find myself

Lost somewhere between

I don’t want to and I want to

Only to find I’m no where at all

BETTER THAN THAT

“Do run Do run” was on the radio

It was 1975, My sister and I were in the car going nowhere

and it was so far. But she could drive, she turned up the radio and I said

“Hey Dizzy I can write a song better than that”. She said “do it”!

So I want you to know, it only took me thirty-four years to get it done.

I needed someone to help me, my co-writer (Mr. Ron Thamm) did.

But hey sis, I am a song writer registered with BMI. The songs Ron and I

Wrote are all about fast and forty-three cars that run real fast side by side

It’s a lot of fun being a Nascar Junkie listening to the cd “Nascar Junkie” by

The Crew Chief’s. In 2009 no longer 1975 it’s thirty-four years later, now

my dream has come true. You said do it, eventually I did! I think it’s better

than better than that.

IT WAS NUMBER 8

Number 8 was your number

Now eight years married

Ron and I wrote “Nascar Junkie”

Doors are going to open

It all went so fast

The middle of August till the Middle of December

Like when we fell in love

Back in 1998 ten years ago

I remember I still have the glow

I know when we are 88-98 we’ll be in the shade.

Hearing the music we made

Because number 8 was your number

WATCHING THE CHASE

I say they gotta be swappin paint

Their racing so close, there going so fast

Oh my! There’s a crash!

Yeah, my guy got away

He wasn’t part of that one

Not today Not yet anyway

Its racing I swear now

Jeff and Robbie Gordon are swappin paint and there’s

Micheal Waltrip getting him some, some, some

Of that getting it going fast another lap

Around the track the fans all talkin a lot of smack

Everyone still intact, No lead change, No cautions out

Listen that’s not all racin about

With a little bump draft from the back

For a second your drivers the king of the track

He’s swappin paint with the best

You feel your heartbeat in your chest

Like a drummers base

When you realize you just watching the chase

BACK OF THE TRUCK

In the back of an old bread truck, in 1972

I snuck into a race at Talledaga with you

I got hooked, like a junkie

I can’t get enough of Nascar racing or Nascar stuff

T-shirts, caps, cozies, ticket stubs

I’m not sneeking in

In the back of an old bread truck anymore

It’s 2009 there’s 72 X 2 Talledaga ticket stubs

In my mommas you wanna see

I can show you

WHERE IT BEGAN

On an island in the Gulf of Mexico I found my world

On the corner of 30th and Seawall

I was only twenty-four

I heard the song and knew there was so much more

Now years later almost twenty-four

Nearly half of my life

I realized I’ve been blessed with the beach

Were dreams are within reach

A little over nine years ago

I became a wife

Now I’m no longer alone

I’m sharing my life with Dennis, my husband, my best friend

January 2010 makes twenty-four years ago

It all began for me

Right here on the beach

Treason

Disloyalty to country “act of betrayal”

Pirate Arrrr is guilty of treason

She tried to take the ship

From the captain

She lied, but couldn’t arrange a mutiny

She was to busy with herself and her finger nails

Not worried about the others and the water she left them to bail

Then the admiral took on to the wheel and we set sail

Leaving pirate Arrrr on the shore

The reason, TREASON!

ALONE AGAIN BULLSHIT!

You left again, no hug, no kiss

I didn’t order you a pizza! You’re a grown man!

I had no desire to eat at ten thirty o’ clock

You got drunk, and were’nt very nice to me

I hope you had a really bad hangover

ALL DAY!

I do love you

But my feelings are hurt

Again

I feel so unimportant sometimes

And I don’t feel like I’m good enough for what

I’m not sure

You accused me of wanting to go

Next door cuz there was someone I wanted to see over there

HEY!

I’m a married woman and my husband is who I most want to be with

He is my best friend

You forget that sometimes, I guess!

I’ve never tried to make you feel, there’s anything next door

I need or want more than you

We need each other and my Job, But that’s about it!

NINE BLOCKS

We will still be able to raise our drink and make an toast

Ike came real, real close

The Poop Deck is only nine blocks

From where the Balinesse use to be

That monster Ike, Devored that ball room

Gamblien joint—Built in 1923

All that’s left is memories, History and a ZZ top song

Now nine blocks from where the Balinessse use to be

Where the elite meet in bare feet for the last thirty-six years

On the Gulf of Mexico at the Poop Deck since September 1972

It survived hurricane Ike!

Trying to get back open is harder than learning to ride a bike

But we will get there rest assured

NUTS

I’m not sure how to get thru

What I did for you

I did not make the call

I was there even so, after all

I don’t know how to help or make the crazy sane

If it was simple, clean and plain

Long ago someone would of figured out the fix

Or found a bag of magic tricks

To put all the pieces in place and keep them all safe

Away from harm with a built in secret alarm

GAME

To warm them when the ground is shaky and unsure

And raise the hair on their neck with fear

When paying attention is the only direction

In order to play, play the game

And still stay sane

Without the authorities trying to get into your brain

Remembering today, tomorrow and yesterday

Are basically the same

LAW OBEYING

Still fun, fun, fun!

Playing the music, keeping the party alive

We are a crew, not just one

So share the glory and remember

There’s no business like show business

Put your lipstick on, accessories, give it your stamp

Signature or whatever

Classy not trashy, makes more money

So look your best and smile

You’ll meet some friends along the way

Maybe talk down a fight or two

Never forgetting

To do what it takes to impress your captive audience

Day after day, night after night

Pay day, it will all be alright

IS IT DRUGS

For eight months you were part of my life everyday

We laughed and smiled

We enjoyed each other’s company

I was the best boss, the greatest friend

Then with no warning, it all came to an end

Now two weeks later the rumors are flying

You say everyone’s sick and tired of the music I wrote

Duh! You played it every morning!

The one you played got picked for an album

That will be released in October

What made you turn on me

I can’t think of anything I’ve done

Now you’re telling lies, trying to ruin my life

Just for fun

I don’t understand

Your family is afraid it’s drugs

That seems possible or logical

UNDER THE RUG

Ya can’t sweep this one under the rug with a broom

This week I’m gonna have to borrow from Peter to pay Paul

But that’s OK

As long as they’re in the same room

Ya can’t sweep this one under the rug with a broom

This week I’m gonna eat red beans and rice

And wish meat sandwiches for lunch

But that’s ok

As long as there’s meat on the supper table at night

You and I holden each other tight

With the broom up against the wall

And the rug laying flat on the floor

There’s really not anything

Better than that!

And ya can’t sweep that

No you just can’t sweep that under the rug

THE INTIMIDATOR

The Intimidator

Was the best, if not one of the best

That raced

Passin’ in the grass

By no means an easy thing to do

Dale did it cool

At Lowes Motor Speedway and other tracks too

Passin’ in the grass

Keepin’ his foot on the gas

The Intimidator was the best, if not one of the best

That ever raced

I watched him go from 17th to 1st in three laps

At Talledega, Dale did it cool

He had a blast going fast

The Intimidar Dale Earnhardt was the best

If not one of the best that raced

Let’s not forget Davey Allison, Allen Kawicky

And the rest of the men

That belonged mentioning in this song

For the love of racin’

They’re all gone!

BUMPER CHASIN’

It seems like you hear the thunder echo

In Bristol Tennessee

At that race track nicknamed Thunder Valley

Ya’ can feel that sound

Flow through your veins

Along with that, we have the smell

That’s part of it all

Lap after lap

As they go around and around

I know it’s insane

But let me explain

I’m racin’, I’m ready!

To watch the race and see

Who gets the checkered and ends up 1st place

It’s fun, it’s loud!

Absolutely proud!

It’s racin’

Bumper chasin’

It’s all about speed

And takin’ the lead

And only to be the bumper there chasin’

It’s fun, it’s loud

It’s absolutely proud!

I’m at Bristol Tennessee, the place they call Thunder Valley

I’m ready, ready to watch the race

And feel and hear the thunder roar

Lap after lap

And see who gets the checkered

And ends up 1st place

Oh, that race track called Thunder Valley, in Bristol Tennessee

CHANGE

Unless you choose to change, rearrange your priorities

And accept your responsibilities

So you can carry on rise at dawn

And see the sun

Allowing you one more day of fun

Just looking at the water, listening

To the music, it’s simple, you just gotta choose it

INSANE

We all crawl before we walk

So leave the crazy talk

To the mentally insane

Because Freedom will be yours again

BED TIME

Never go to bed mad

You get the worst sleep you ever had

And chances are you’ll get up the next day

Real sad

HUM!

I know you know

Anyway

I’m crazy

FIRST TIME

The first time you touched me

I shivered inside silently

The first time I saw you walking toward me

I savored the sight for all my eternity

Leaving the Himilaya’s

Coming toward a hurricane

I agree it was a little loud

There was no crowd

It was the end of the night

The first time

I saw love’s light

DIFFERENT LOVE

In life we find

We say goodbye to the ones we love

Then we meet someone new

And we say hello

Finding a new love

A special true love

I wanted so bad to love you

I needed you to love me

I found love with you

US

Let’s laugh together

Not laugh at each other

We are simple folk

We love a good joke

There’s a little country in us all

Then we accomplish our own call

BELIEVE

I believe in God

I know love is real

As real as the breakfast meal

Real love, Love real

You know in your heart too

How do you know that

I know it in my heart

Good answer

I do understand how home feels

It feels like where you want to be

Did that offended you

No, I must admit

I wanted you to

Oh Yeah! I wanted you to want me

SO HELP ME SEE

I want you

Why are you so angry

What has gotten you so mad

I need you

So help me see

Inside your head

Inside your heart

Before ours gets torn apart

I love you

your sarcasm

Cuts like a knife

I must remember

I am your wife

We have all three

We want us

We need us

We love each other

Aren’t we lucky

RUN

How could I have known

By the seeds I’ve already sewn

I should have been smarter

Used a little better judgment

To take care of myself

I’m old enough to know

Before I go

So I guess my kicking myself is senseless

Now that I’ve gone and done

Something I thought was going to be fun

That once again turned out

Making me run

ANOTHER TRAGIC DAY

Another tragic day

Coming in, running just a little late

Angry again at someone other than your mate

Where’s the comedy

We are all happy, healthy and free

It started when

You came in black and white

Where’s the color

Wear some make-up

I wanted to shout

Your moods and Attitudes

Carry it out

Stomping your feet and

Slamming the doors

In a place where friends

Meet in bare feet

Hateful and Rude

We all are at times

But oh my, why so cruel!?

It’s all built up over time

The plusses and the minuses

On a real thin line

So hard for me to decide

It was easier to just let it ride

You know as well as I

It was time to say goodbye

Another tragic day

Coming in, running just a little late

Angry again at someone other than your mate

BITE MY TONGUE

I wished I’d kept biting my tongue

I wish I could take back all those things I said

Stop them from echoing in my head

I must have been brain dead

For a moment or two

When I said those horrible things to you

Now I want to run

Now that it’s

Said and done

I feel so terribly bad

Because I hurt the best friend I’ve ever had

And made him feel so very sad

Without a reason

That adds up to anything

A SOLID HUG

I love your solid hugs

They make me feel so loved

So safe

So secure

That’s all the same

When you pull me close and hold me tight

Right up against you

I feel your breath

Your strength, your sincerity

And those aren’t the same

Still they are

Are welcome, wanted and needed

In everyone’s life

Especially mine

So I want to say thank you

For the solid hugs

The first kiss on my neck

Sent shivers down my spine

The second kiss on my neck

Made me quiver

The third kiss on my neck

Made me tingle from head to toe

For some reason I just want you to know

How grateful I am for those solid hugs

That I love to share with you

They always brighten up

Or wash away the blue

That sad, cold and lonely feeling

Because, because

A solid hug takes two

TWISTED SICK

If there is no matter

I know nothing sadder

If there is no way to find

A right in a wrong

Like my friend Angie, from Vidor Texas

I believe left is best, just go left

If there is no matter

I know nothing sadder

If you have to question why

And you just don’t understand

Asking yourself really?

Is this part of some plan?

State to state, I saw beauty

I saw history, I saw no matter

Now I know there’s nothing sadder

And left truly is best, if there is no way to find

A right in a wrong

You pick

Sick or twisted

Or twisted sick

What’s the answer!

Who asked the question?

If there is no matter

I know nothing sadder

Than if

If all right, is not ok

Don’t walk, run the other way

Remember left is best, just go left

When life deals you something

Twisted sick

There is no matter

There is nothing sadder

Mede pause

Hungry or hot

Oh, what a mood

She gets in

If she’s hungry or hot

Tired or rushed

She’s mean and hateful

For a second or two

Then it’s too late

There is silence from disbelief

At the words she just said

EVERYBODY

Everybody’s good at something

That’s why we are all

Who we are

ANNOYED

Annoyed by the slightest thing

Aggravated from beyond control

Oh no! Now she’s losing balance

Her hand is numb

It’s so hard for her to see

What she’s looking at

It’s happening again

She is me

HE’S

He’s a Carny

He’s a biker

He’s a cowboy

Oh, he’s everything

That could ever be anything,

It’s taken me so long to see

I must of climbed a tree

Little Quotes

I’m not a voodoo doll

Quit sticking me!

Did you say those things to be mean?

Or do you mean those things you say?

Do I want you to see

Or do I want to see, how

How very bad I can be

Your behavior ought to be taped

So you could see

How foolish you look to me

I feel your anger

And your pain

Throw it all at me

It’s all in vain

I see your beauty

It’s so deep

That’s all of your

Memory I will keep

Wow

A home cooked

Meal for real

No fast food quickie

Meal deal

Like every lil’ boy and lil’ girl should

I loved them the most

To them I shall toast

The best always!

Good luck and God Bless!

Too Young

Having children way too young

I gave them up

So they could grow up

with instead of without

Oh, I wanted more for them

Then what I had

Was that Bad

The decision was hard

And made me real sad

But I felt I offered the best

That I could

My signature sealed the deal

For them to be raised

In a new neighborhood

To eat with a family

During a meal and the whole smeal

To be taught what was bad

And what was good

CAUGHT

Caught on your string

Like a YO YO

At the bottom of the string

Dangling or just walking the dog

Back and forth

Until who knows

Will the YO YO

Come back to the top

Or is it just time to stop

Being caught on your string

Cuz it’s such a foolish thing

CREASY

Names Marie Creasy

Once known as Marie Love O’

Down in Galveston Island

Where the gulf breeze blows

She’s a bartender lady that everybody knows

She lives in a bar

Called the Poop Deck Club

With her husband Dennis

Not in some old hollow log

Her names Marie Creasy

Not Marie Love O’

She’s the first Mate

On the vessel

That never sails

Where you see the water and the beach

While you have a cool drink

And visit with new and old friends

You meet

Mermaid

She had a little too much fun

With a ship full of sailors

Then she let herself get tattooed

So the mermaid came aboard

Only to get screwed and tattooed

Before she went ashore

Then back to the sea

After her visit to 30th and seawall

Galveston, Aya Galveston

TEARS

I never thought I’d be here after sixteen years

Yeah, I’ve cried a few tears

Gladness and sadness

That’s life

Oh what a wonderful life

Friends and family

And people you admire and adore

Finding so much at the age of twenty-four

Only to realize, I’m forty now

The tears along with the years of life

Have made me who I am

Only to become who I was

WHAT DO YOU THINK
WILL YOU SHARE

Please, can I have some of that

I want

Want some, some of that

I want

Want some, some of that

It’s a fact

May I please have some

I want some of that

Please, momma said, to share

Now show me, show me that you care

And do the right thing, share

Please, can I have some

I want some

Yesterday, right now, tomorrow

It’s ok if I want some

It’s just an old bottle of rum

Let’s have a drink

What did you think

Do you want some

Do you care

Will you share

Some—some of that

WHEN THERES PEOPLE

You gotta ask

For real !

When there’s people all around

And you scream so loud

No one hears a sound

Ya gotta ask, is this real?

Is it a dream?

Or a farfetched sceam

Didn’t I just scream

I saw people all around

Still it seems

No one heard a sound

Makes me ask

For real!

Am I about to eat my last meal

MAKE A TOAST

When you can see both

Outside your back door

Magic on the beach

Dream’s within reach

Ride jocks, playing good music

On fun rides

Cool cons, running games

And an electrician, like a magician

Keeping the bright lights on everywhere

So we feel innocent

For a moment

Or perhaps fairytale like

Which is as good as

If not better than

A new bike

Harley preferably

Just as long as you know

When you see your dreams within reach

You gotta believe, there’s magic on the beach

Remember you are luckier than most

So have a drink, make a toast

CAGED

When your hearts been

Locked in a cage

100 or 600 pages later

It’s still the same

A one sided

Love sick game

It’s doesn’t change

Page after page

When your hearts been

Locked in a cage

BUTTERFLY BRAIN

Not me! No, I was never your wife

Still more than half my life

I’ve been loving you

We both know it’s true

After I let you touch me, and I wasn’t offended

Look, six weeks is all it took

To make me crazy, partially insane

Nothing more than a butterfly brain

Now I have to ask, were you just playing a game?

If so, you played it good

Broke my heart, screwed up my head

Leaving me crazy, partially insane

With nothing more than a butterfly brain

Because more than half my life

I’ve been loving you

We both know it’s true

When you touched me, and I wasn’t offended

Other than, you already had a plan

Three daughters and a best friend named

Sam or Lee or Julie or who ever

When you touched me

I wasn’t offended

Other than, I didn’t understand

How I, a single woman

Could hunger for a married man

Now I must confess

I believe, I understand

How Eve ate the apple

Of forbidden fruit

Also why

I’ve loved you more than half my life

Somewhat crazy, partially insane

With nothing more than

A butterfly brain

IN OUR AMERICA

Our soldiers are on foreign soil, for the Twin Tower’s and the oil.

We pray they will survive.

There are tornadoes, earthquakes, floods and hurricanes. So how do we survive?

The warning is sometimes too late.

Now there is Hilliary, Obama and McCain running for President, Who will survive?

The vote in November of ’08 in the U.S.A.

Where hope, faith and belief, God willing, will survive from now until the end of time.

In the United States of America where daily we see IN GOD WE TRUST. When we spend our hard earned money to survive. Paying taxes, the continuous rising price of gas, as well as groceries(milk, meat, rice and such). Sometimes it seems to be a bit much, just to survive.

Where pride and dignity, along with freedom are flown in the Red, White and Blue for everyone, including you.

Thanks to our soldiers, past and present, that have fought and served to protect us and our freedom. In our America, so we survive as a NATION UNDER GOD

Once written in our PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE.

Taught to us, our parents, grandparents and great grandparents there was nothing to discuss. Unless! It was about a gold rush in the black hills or the blooming daffodils.

In our America, full of beauty, protected by our armed forces unity and their sworn responsibility to the constitution. All of us now wondering, why we never went to court over the disaster in New York. Why our girls, boys, men and woman are gone, for a payback that is taking way to long. For our America, that is strong. But we need GOD, where LIBERTY and JUSTICE, are for ALL. So as a nation, we won’t fall!

Written By E. Marie Aldrich-Creasy

Poop Deck

30th and Seawall

Galveston, Texas

May 30th 2008 copy written

FROM THE BACK

It’s a fact

Hurricane Ike came from the back

Twelve to sixteen hours before land fall was predicted

Ike came from the other side

Leaving nowhere to hide

On the Island the storm

Flooded the Strand

All the buildings and all the land

Like a river, Galveston Island’s contents

Rushed toward the sea

The night hurricane Ike blew

He drown a lot of history

The rain, the ocean, the wind

It’s a fact hurricane Ike

Came from the back

I BELIEVE

Today I believe

I would have found

Something wrong with it

if I would of

Had lobster in melted butter

Today I believe

I could have lost something

That wasn’t mine

If I broke that connection

Or refused to pay attention

Today I should have

I believe

Today

Voices

Don’t blame me

Are you hearing voices

You say, you don’t understand

Oh me! Oh my

I did not take your island life

You didn’t tie up the boat

And you drifted out to sea

And forgot all about reality

Don’t blame me

For a problem you created

With your choices

Are you hearing voices

Music Man

He knows it takes a special kinda’ woman

To stay with a music man

He’s always on the road with his five piece band

He’s on stage flirtin’

Saturday morning, he’s generally hurtin’

From all the drinkin’ the night before

He says it’s from the gig

He swears he only had one swig

With no roadies,

She knows moving all the equipment is a chore

But to him, it doesn’t matter

When he hears the crowd roar,

Screaming!

More, more, more!

He’s always going away

So his fans can hear him play

In his mind he knows

It takes a special kinda’ woman

To stay with a music man

He’s on the stage singing

Hours before the church bells are ringing

Then he’s tearin’ down the show

Packin’ up the truck, ready to go

He knows trying to pay for that little piece of land

Is gonna take all he’s got and all he can

It takes a special kinda’ woman, and the good Lords helping hand

To continue being a music man

Written by, Esther Marie and Cowboy Ronnie

THE BEACH

I remember

Galveston, oh Galveston

Do you remember me

I don’t know

I hear the locals say it ain’t right

It’ll never be the same after 9:13 and hurricane Ike

The day before was long

But nothing like the night

The Balinese is gone

There since 1923, out over the sea

“Frank Sinatra played there

And ZZ Top sang about that place

Does anyone know?

Did Glen Cambell ever sing

Galveston, oh Galveston

At the Balinese

I saw Shake Russel there in 1986

I was with you

Do you remember me from years ago, over twenty-three

I just don’t know if I remember you

I remember Galveston, oh Galveston

Whenever I cross the cause way

I’m Feeling young

Soon I’m on the beach in the sun

Having so much fun

Galveston, oh Galveston

Do you remember me

Yes, I remember you

It makes me proud to see

You coming back to life after 9:13 and hurricane Ike

Ya cleaned the trash up off the streets

You put the sand back on the beach

You had Dickens on the Strand and

The Lone Star Bike Rally too

Then Mardi Gras came right on time, In 2009

Galveston, Oh Galveston

We remember that song

Glen sang way back when

Now, six months after Ike

I wonder if I’ll see Sylvia or her mother

Walking barefoot on the beach

With a Rhinestone Cowboy,

The waves splashing on their feet

As they find treasures

Sand dollars, seahorses and sea shells

Special things to keep

I remember, do you remember

Galveston, Oh Galveston Written by Esther Marie and Cowboy Ronnie

IN MY MIND

Lost somewhere in time

My pen was too far away

I lost whatever it was

I had to say

In my mind

Now it’s just lost somewhere in time

My pen now on the paper writes

About what I don’t know

Writes to writes

That in itself is pretty tight

And you know I’m right

The Poop Deck

Is the best bar in town

Look how long it’s been around in Galveston

Ardella opened the Poop Deck in 1972

All the sailors knew, there was no place with a better view

According to Webster’s definition, the Poop Deck

Is a partial deck, above the main after-deck

On any sea going vessel

But to us, the Poop Deck is

Where the elite meet in bare-feet

We party, play pool and listen to good music

At the Poop Deck

It’s the best bar in town

Look how long it’s been around

Successful for thirty-seven years

On the Gulf of Mexico

When Ardella referred to the good in life

She said” It’s up town Mary Ann!”

As she often did, when she referred to my apartment

Now I’ve spent half my life here

I’ve been on vacation, more than a time or two

And this place, by far, has the best view

If you’ve never been, you haven’t got a clue!

The Poop Deck, is the best bar in town

Look how long it’s been around

There’s another Poop Deck in California—on the beach

I’ve been given a picture

I hear there is a Poop Deck in Forth worth Texas

Near the stock yards

I know somewhere in the Bahamas,

There’s a fancy restaurant called

The Poop Deck

And down in Galveston where the gulf breeze blows

It seems everyone knows Marie

Where the Poop Deck has history

Starting with ArDella, Marie and people hanging out

Where the elite meet in bare-feet

While they sit and think

Enjoying a drink or two

As well as the view

Just doing what they do

This my friend is true

At the Poop Deck

The best bar in town

With the best view a round

Good Morning

Good morning America, I’m watching you

And doing what I do

Writing, it was May 2nd 2008

When I wrote “In our America”

You said nothing on your show that day

Not that I heard anyway

About the soldiers, in that foreign country

I may be wrong but if I see a replay

I could get corrected

I have been wrong before

I was writing, that morning like this morning

I had something to say

Today I’m ANGRY, I have MS

I hurt! There isn’t a cure

I was told nearly twenty years ago in Galveston, TX

That I had something the doctors couldn’t fix

I asked what I had to do

And until November of last year (2008)

I didn’t take prescribed medicine

I think of Dr. Shiess often. She was my Neurologist at UTMB

I wonder if she is still around, I’d like to see her again

I told her she couldn’t tell me I had something she couldn’t fix

Her expression changed when she told me I had MS.

She said “I’ll show you your MRI results”

That seems like a long time ago

This time for three and half, nearly four years

Life has been difficult for me and for Dennis, my husband

I did what the doctor said

I exercised, I walked stairs, I rode a bike

I got up to nearly twenty miles a day, sometimes more

And that was so enjoyable on the nine and half mile seawall

Especially at sunrise in the summer, before it got too hot to ride

A few years ago my balance got so bad I had to quit riding

I maybe, should’ve quit long before, because of my vision

I was in my early twenties when I started to lose my sight

Jay Hodges, hit me on the stairs of the Poop Deck

In August or September of 1986

I never could see right after that

So I went to TSO and saw Kevin Katz, he couldn’t figure it out,

But he knew it wasn’t from the blow to the head

It was in October of 1986, He sent me to UTMB to see

Dr. Sheiss a Neurologist

Short Quotes

Not one, Not two, Not three, for sure

The Love from an animal or a child is unconditional

No matter what you do or don’t do

How much does a ticket cost?

I want to ride the ride

The Himmilaya, the hurricane or the merry go round

Or the Bumper cars

Bumping into each other on the run

I remember it was fun

If we were all fishes or wishes

We’d swim in the sea

I didn’t have a plan

When I bought that ship in Cheyenne

The light changed colors

And the blue was bright

You know it looked right

I found something to enjoy at night

At an Oh MY God point in my life

You tore a hole in my heart,

threw it around and then turned it upside down

And threw it into that burning ring of fire

Where the flames went higher, filled with desire

I heard someone say it went full circle

You ask what does that mean?

It’s pretty clear to me

You are no longer parted

It’s all back to where it started

When the in-laws are not that close

or that nice

Sometimes I swear their outlaws

Nothing like a child’s friend called Robin Hood

They are causing more harm than good

YOU KNOW

Don’t bitch

About something you can’t change, Rearrange

Make everything sound better

Just write a letter

You know, don’t bitch

About something you can’t change, rearrange

You know those feelings inside your head

That get into your heart

Piece by piece tearing you a part

Don’t bitch

About something you can’t change, rearrange

THE KEYS

That hurt like a son of a gun

When I cut the tip of my thumb

While it was healing

There was this apple I was peeling

When I cut my thumb, again and nearly hit the ceiling

Let me tell ya it was nothing fun

It hurt like a son of a gun

The blood, I saw it spurt

Soon I went out for a run

Soakin’ up some sun

The apple I salted

And we ate it

With some cheese

Now I just need to know

Where did I loose my keys

MERMAID SONG

The day I met me, a mermaid

No one believes

Cuz, earlier I’d been drinkin at every bar

On the beach

I gotta tell ya

Her hair was red and her tail was green

She had the prettiest eyes that I ever did see

She swam to me

Straight out of the sea

Right up to my dingy

I told her what it was like

To walk on the beach

And she told me how it was

To swim under the sea

But we knew together, we could not be

My mermaid, My mermaid

With your bright red hair

And pretty green eyes

Oh where, Oh where can you be

When I sit on the beach

And look out to see

I think of

My mermaid, My mermaid

And I want her to know she’s on my mind

As I watch the ships going by

Thinking about the day I met her and

She swam up to me

Flippin her tail straight out of the sea

Right there next to my dingy

I thought my eyes were

Playing tricks on me

No one believes the day I met me a mermaid

By Esther Marie & Cowboy Ronnie

Burnin Palm Tree

It’s was four thirty in the morning

A palm tree was burning

I thought it was a cross

I stopped cuz that ain’t right

Ended up putting out that tree

Helping out the fire Department

Then I sang—a lil’ George with “I’m the fireman”

Remember it was four—thirty AM

I was driving home from the Dutch Kettle

A palm tree was burning

I got offered a job putting out fires

Earlier, I met Randy Rogers

At the Dutch Kettle

He’s got a couple CD’s out

These people at the Dutch Kettle heard us

Both play and my breakfast was bought for me

He walked out with his rolex on his arm

And had to come back and pay his bill

I never thought at four-thirty AM

I’d be putting out a burning palm tree

After singing for my coffee

By Esther Marie & Cowboy Ronnie

Look

When I see a piece of history, happening right in front of me

On the gulf near the sea, where the birds eat free

I don’t just read the book

I read it every day, so often it makes me say Look!

I gotta ask, are you really gonna get something to eat

If I give you some money?

Or drugs that don’t let you think

Or do you just want a drink?

After that I gotta say “Look right here”

I got a cold beer, it’s on ice

Hey Bud, I like that!

If ya gotta think twice

Maybe you really do want to get something to eat

Now I gotta say

Look straight up, “He’s there, he’s everywhere”

Then I’ll say Listen

I’m in need of some help

If it’s no trouble

I promise it will earn you a double

And I don’t make promises that I can’t keep

Don’t look down

Look up, there’s angels all around

They’ll help if you ask

When your body runs out of gas

And I see a piece of history

I gotta say “Look!”

Read the book

Look ! In the mirror

Who do you see

Ask yourself, is that the person you want to be?

On the gulf near the sea

Where the birds eat free

Did you listen to me—It’s simple!

I’ll give you a double for your trouble

Look up! Don’t look down!

Turn around

Look!

Read the book

And I’ll see a piece of history

Happening right in front of me

Salt Water Cowboy

I’m sitting on the seawall

Watching the tide roll in

With the gulf breeze blowing threw my hair

And the sun on my skin

I see shrimp boats and sail boats

Out on the Gulf of Mexico

Funny thing is, I’d rather be doing a show

Cuz’ I’m a salt water cowboy

I live by the sea

I’ll be riding my sea horse

Across the waves on the beach

I can Lasso a sting ray right out of the Galvestion bay

Cuz’ I’m a saltwater cowboy

That’s how I’ll stay

I want you to know—long ago

I named my guitar Ellie May

And I still don’t eat oysters in the month of May,

I’m sitting on the sidewalk

Downtown at The Crow with Diane

Watching the people walking by hand and hand

Remember December and Dickens on the strand

Everyone was dressed up, down town, in Galveston

Where I’m a salt water cowboy

I live by the sea

I ride a sea horse

And I can lasso a stingray and right out of the Galveston bay

Cuz’ I’m a salt water cowboy

And that’s how I’ll stay

I want you to know, long ago

I named my guitar Ellie May

And I still don’t eat oysters in the month of May

I’m sitting at the Poop Deck

Ending a Beautiful day

Enjoying the view on the seawall and out over the Gulf

The sun on my face

When it goes down

I’ll be sitting right there at the bar

Where the Elite meet in bare-feet

Playing my guitar

I’m the salt water cowboy

I ride a sea horse

and I can lasso a string ray right out of the Galveston bay

I want you to know—long ago

I named my guitar Ellie May

And I still don’t eat oysters in May

Cuz’ I’m a saltwater cowboy

And that’s how I’ll stay

““““Ending””””

Written By

Esther Maire and Ronnie Watts(Cowboy Ronnie, (The Salt Water Cowboy)

Mexican Pearl

We found our girl, she’s a Mexican Pearl

She’s got an education

She could make real money

But she work’s at the Poop Deck

To make play money

She likes baby pink and harley black

She’s sweet and precious, ruff and tuff

She’s Rachael, our Rachael

Yeah Huh!

She’ll try to get you to drink a Red Headed Slut

Shut up!

It’s Rachael, she’s nice

Exacaree!

But if it don’t set right with her

She’ll go off and not think twice

Ya gotta know, that girl really is nice

She’s got an education

She could make real money

But she works at the Poop Deck to make play money

Dressed in her baby pink and harley black

She’s no box of rocks on a wet road in Georgia

She’s our girl, our Mexican Pearl

Straight from the Gulf of Mexico

Moore’s

I know we’re almost there

We just went through Pasadena on 45

Were headed south down to the coast

Going over the causeway

After another long hard day

I’m gonna finish up my chores

Buying some fresh seafood from Moore’s

I’m coming down 61st street

Picking up some shrimp

I’m gonna say hi to Ray and Laura

They always treat me right

I see them so often I feel like we’re tight

They are friends of mine I really like

And it’s almost crawfish time

I gotta see if they might, yeah, maybe have some

Of them there mudbugs and I’ll boil them up instead

Or maybe I’ll get some red fish to fry

Moore’s might, yeah! Maybe have some either

Crawfish for tonight or red fish

Ray and Laura always treat me right

I see them so often, I feel like were tight

They are friends of mine I really like

There seafood is fresh

I’m so happy they are open once again

Everyday, nine and half month after hurricane Ike

On 61st street this time, next to KFC

They are selling out of a trailer now

Rent was just too high, trying to get by, at the last place

I’m sure glad their back in business

Because when it comes to shrimp or seafood

I want some of Moore’s

and we’re on 61st street now,almost there

Saltwater Cowgirl

Did you know?

A saltwater cowgirl rides a dolphin

All night and all day

And she’s just like me, she don’t eat oysters

In the month of May

She doesn’t have a guitar

Named Ellie May

She has a harp she named Stingray

We’ll hear her play

On a calm moon lit night

She’ll be the only star in sight

The water will shimmer and shine

Just the way I like

I’ll think about my saltwater cowgirl

And my mermaid

They are, oh so fine

Both on my mind, like an old nursery rhyme

I’ll swim under the sea with my pretty mermaid

Or I’ll ride a seahorse

Next to my saltwater cowgirl

Riding her dolphin

Playing her Stingray

I’ll be playing Ellie May

Wanting to lasso my saltwater cowgirl

Right off that dolphin

She rides through the waves out in the bay

Along with her harp she calls Stingray

By Esther Marie and Elizabeth Kyle (saltwater Cow girl, artist)

Farrah

Farrah was over the moon

I still remember that red bathing suit

Standing in the Kmart store

I bet I stared at it an hour or more

It ended up on my closet door

Then we had to say goodbye

Way too soon on that day in June

To a girl that was over the moon

We all lost a Hubba! Hubba!

From Corpus Christie, Texas, a HOTTIE! (*then whistle*)

I just know Farrah was a Saltwater Cowgirl

Did you ever see her in a pair of jean’s

Hubba! Hubba! Hush!

On the beach or on the street

In the Texas heat

She was a hottie (*ssss*) in a red swim Suit

(whistle a Hubba, Hubba)

The world knew this,

There were posters sold everywhere

To boys, young men and some elderly too

I had one, Did You?

Mine was in my bedroom on the closet door

There was one on the wall in Uncle John’s garage

My friend Tom had one in his locker at school

Hubba! Hubba! Hush

That’s all true

And that’s when I understood

Girls rule!

Farrah was over the moon

She had something we all wanted

Now we all know—we generally want

What we can’t have

That’s still true today

As well as yesterday

It’s just another unwritten law

Farrah was our Hubba! Hubba! A Hottie! (*whistle*)

One of Charles Angels

She just had to be a Saltwater Cowgirl

After all, she was from Corpus Christie, Texas

Did you ever see her in a pair of jean’s

I still remember that Red bathing suit

Standing in the Kmart store

I bet I stared at it for an hour or more

It ended up on my closet door

I said my goodbyes this June

And that was way too soon

Hew Heifner knew even at fifty or sixty-two

Farrah was a Hubba! Hubba! A Hottie! (Whistle)

Written By Esther Marie and Cowboy Ronnie

Controversial Song

How did they hijack the rainbow?

This saltwater cowboy wants to know

It is a promise from God never to flood the earth

And Noah saw the rainbow first!

Thinking back, I believe that

Hijack took place in the 80’s or 90’s

I just don’t recall

When all the lifestyle changes did occur

It was out in the open, Mainstream

Hollywood don’t ask, don’t tell

In your army neighborhood

I still believe God made Eve for Adam, Not Steve!

I remember Sunday School, they taught us

about Jesus and the Golden Rule

About Noah and the two by two, side by side

Each with a mate to repopulate

You know a chicken, a roster, a heifer, a bull

Until the ark was full

Several days and then some after the rain stopped

The dove brought back an olive leaf

That was many, many years ago

Now this saltwater cowboy wants to know

How did they hijack the rainbow?

My little girl asked me

To put a rainbow sticker on my truck

What do I tell her? TUFF LUCK!

When I remember the song, Judy Garland sang

And all about Merle Haggard’s rainbow stew

Now I think it’s a shame

I have to explain to my kids

The rainbow just doesn’t mean what it use to

And what they say it means now in 2009

I think it’s a crime

I, myself, just don’t understand

Cuz! I never thought it was part of the plan

This saltwater cowboy just wants to know

How did they hijack the rainbow?

I swear I’m gonna take it back

It’ll be another rainbow hijack

I’ll give it to all the boys, girls

And the leprechaun too

With a pot of gold

Like the story’s told

This salt water cowboy’s here to say

Let’s take our rainbow back

It’s God’s promise to the world

So I want to know

How did they hijack the rainbow?

This must be what you call population control

God said repopulate the earth

I’m living life the way God said

In my heart and in my head

I pray before I eat or go to bed

So this saltwater cowboy wants to know

How did they hijack the rainbow

I want to be heard

I’m gonna spread the word

MOMMA

Momma bought me my first guitar

I played half the day and half the night

When momma asked me

“Son, what do you want”?

I’d say momma I want to be a Saltwater Cowboy

Momma I want a maid to wash my cloths and make my bed

A cook to keep me fed

I’d say momma I want to sing

On that circle of wood

In Nashville Tennessee

At the Grand Ol’ Opre

I’d say momma I want to open up for George Straight

One Day!

Look at all the records he made

And how many times he got the number one

Momma that’s my goal as your son

I learned long ago the guitar is not a toy

Now I’m a saltwater cowboy

After years of practice

Thanks to you

I play the guitar the way I do and I sing a little too

Momma I dedicate this song to you

It’s your son saying “Thank You Momma”

“I Love You”

SENSE

When little Laura Engill’s explained it

It made a lot of sense

Lessons learned in life

The more you love

The more you hurt

Believe in God and you’re

Sure to be alright

Through even though the wind of a hurricane

Late at night

Remember Ike covered the gulf

He was damn near as big as Texas

He roared louder than

A lion, when he came a shore

Ike came from the back

Like a sneak attack—But

We knew the tv said it was true

There was a big bad one coming for me and you

The news said certain death to anyone who stayed

If it would of, it could of

Hit us like Roll Over Pass

We would of lost each other

And all we love

When little Laura Engill’s explained

It made real life, story book sense

FOURTH OF JULY

We’ll sing for sand-dollars

It’s the best pay

Nothing beats the sunshine on the bay

And hanging out all day

Then at night we play

Hoping a few treasures comes our way

Tomorrow we’ll be sitting on the beach

With a drink in our hand

Talking about the band

Watching the waves crash onto the land

Washing away a little more sand

No watches, No clocks

Were saltwater cowboys

We tell time by the sun

Cuz when it goes down

The night has begun

Everyone’s having fun

Were playing at the Poop Deck

Fire work’s poppin

On the Fourth of July

Singing the Stars Spangle Banner

Even the people walking by sang along

That night that feeling was strong

We all felt the American bond

Those fireworks were like a magic wand

That sparkled in the night

For a moment it felt like

The whole world was right

So we’ll continue to sing for sand dollars

It’s the best of pay

Hoping a few treasures come our way

Written By Esther Marie and Cowboy Ronnie

NOT OK

Trying to unwind

I find myself holding the Bible

Open to Genesis 9

Reading how God’s Promise is sealed

With the gift of a beautiful Rainbow

Reading how God wanted us all to repopulate earth

Continue to give birth

So how can I accept this lifestyle you choose!

When I still believe you must of hit your head

And got a bruise, Cuz to me!

It’s just not ok

NO ONE IS BORN THAT WAY

And I wasn’t born yesterday

I promise this, It’s True!

I don’t have the patient’s of Jobe

Or wear a purple robe

I’m country, I believe

The way I believe

You can’t change my mind

I’ve heard of your kind

I think it’s a crime

Unnatural

Against Gods Will

I’m country long before

After and Until

Judgement Day comes my way

And everyone reads my last will

I was taught what I believe

Whys that so hard to conceive

We all know

GOD made Eve for Adam

Not Steve

Country In Music

Let’s put the country back in country music

Right Now

Let’s put God back in our country

Somehow

It ain’t too late to turn it around

With Hope, Faith and Belief

And some country sound

What’s coming out of Nashville today

Comes from LA

And that old true country sound isn’t around

Hank would roll over

Patsy and Loretta Too

I say Houston’s the new Nashville now

Let the cowboys take a bow

Plain and Simple

When they hear music

They dance around

Tap their feet and slap their knee

That’s country

Written by Esther Marie and Cowboy Ronnie

Little Things

I like to do things for you

Like I did when you were little

Tell stories and teach you

To take a piece of wood and widdle

And how to play a fiddle

Grandpa taught me years ago

When we used a rake and hoe

How to plant a straight row

Along with a whole lot of

What I know

Grandma taught my sister

Your, Aunt Naomi

How to glue macaroni on cardboard

Make’s something called art

Aunt Naomi is really smart, she’s a teacher

She went to school—A long time

She practices the Golden rule

Me, I generally looked away

Makes me wonder

Who’s the bigger fool!

Now that we’re all out of school

I still like to do things

I did for you

When you were little

I remember

Dad and the boys made a batch of peanut brittle

Soon calling Mom away from the sewing machine

Not the computer for help

No! Not ever the computer

She could sew silk as well as leather

And she liked to do things for me when I was little

Some days we would just piddle

DOWN HOME SALTWATER COUNTRY

Little Boys, Big Boys

And

Saltwater Cowboys

Want to play

Ride seahorses out in the bay

After a long hard day

A Saltwater cowboy will play some good Ol’ music

You know that has that way back sound

The one where Grandpa starts

Tappin’ his foot, and slappin’ his knee

That sound, that country sound

That makes everybody dance around

Like the country folk did back when

They listened to Lorretta Lynn on the radio

Went to the picture show on Saturday night

Listen to that steel guitar

That’s the sound of a smoke filled bar

Or a down home Texas, back yard BBQ

Where you see real true country

Everyone gets a chance to steal the show

Don’t you know!

Make the people dance

Or sneak off and share a little romance

Aunt Joyleen will be tappin’ her tambourine

Uncle Joe will blow in a bottle

He found layin’ on the ground

Wow! What a sound

Mr. Lee will click some spoons on his knee

For everyone to hear and most to see

We call that down home saltwater country

You mind your manners

It doesn’t matter if you bottle or breast feed

You always listen to what Ma said

Or Pa took you to the wood shed

No Ifs! No Ands! No Buts! About it

That’s Down Home Saltwater Country

The place I call home

So what if I was born in Rome

For over twenty-five years I’ve partied

At the Astro-Dome

I saw a few concerts there

George Straight is great

So is ZZ Top

Hold up. Stop!

I’ve been to the rodeo

More than once

Rode a carnival ride

With the one I love by my side

When we left the mid-way, the night was all but done

So I headed back to the coast

Down interstate 45

Cuz’ Galveston’s not too far to drive

Not from Houston anyhow

Everyone knows once you hit that causeway

In your mind, it’s like bells chime

And soon you find you’re on island time

Little Girls Big Girls

Little Boys Big Boys

Saltwater Cowgirls and Saltwater Cowboys

Want to play

Today just like Yesterday

And ride a seahorse out in the bay

After a long hard day, at home, at work, at school

That’s how down home Saltwater Cowboys rule

They wear shirts that match and their very own hat

DOPE NOPE

If your gonna play the game

Get in it to win it

Compete, throw a king rope

Don’t do dope

It makes you incomplete, goofy, impaired

You know, not right

Then the bands not tight

And we don’t sound right

The way we would’a, could’a, should’a

Don’t you know at your age

Dope, will get you locked in a cage

Throw a king rope

Lasso something worth something not nothing

Cuz’ nothin’ is just air

And it’s not fair to the rest of the guys

That would’a, could’a, should’a sounded good

All through the neighborhood

So don’t do dope

Throw a king rope

STEPPIN OUT THE DOOR

There’s not a honky-tonk in Texas

That can hold her when she’s out on that dance floor

There’s not a honky-tonk in Texas that can hold her

Cuz she two stepped right out the door

Well I met her in a Honky-Tonk in Dallas

She had on some tight fittin’ jeans

When she came walkin’ past me

I asked her to dance

The band was playing her favorite song

Keith Whitley

Now she’s dancing with me

The night seemed to last forever

The memory so clear in my mind

A feeling came over me

I was holding an angel on the dance floor

And that angel was holding me

I held her close to me and she followed my lead

Soon “Amarillo by morning” was playing

I couldn’t believe what my heart was saying

There’s not a honky-tonk in Texas that can tame her

When she two step’s out on that dance floor

Lord know’s what I did wrong on that dance floor

Cuz’ when we got home

She threw a fit and was gone, it didn’t take long

I guess I won’t see her anymore

That’s for sure

Look out! I’m goin’ back out

I need some of that—there, two step cure

A chance to make a woman purr

Cuz’ she two stepped right out my door

Lord knows what I did wrong

Standing in line to pay for the stuff we bought

At the grocery store

I still don’t understand, why we fought

I didn’t do anything wrong

I just forgot to get you a Ding Dong

Honey, I’m gonna ask you once more

Won’t you please two step right back in the door

Written By Aster Marie and Cowboy Ronnie

NOT AGAIN

The doctor asked

How was I dealing with the heat?

Staying in the AC!

I said

Cuz’ The bitch is in my pocket

And she gets out a little too often

Especially when she gets hot

My Mother and My Husband see her the most

The Ugly

Selfish

Rude

Just plain sarcastic person I become

When I get to hot !

TALL & STRONG

She’s Tall and Strong

Close, so close to the edge of land

Looking at the water and the sand

Did you hear—Do you care

About the girl who got lost at the county fair

Or the lady that just came in to dry her hair

One in the same, she has angels on her side

With each kiss they left a freckle behind

The name has always been Marie

She’s been told she’s nothing more than a bitch

By the warlock named Love

That chose her to reign as the Gulf Witch

Now when she screams, Oh weeee!!!

You know there’s a party down in Galveston

Where the gulf breeze blows

She wears a sailor hat

She’s the black cat at the Poop Deck club

A ship on shore, Pub

Where the Elite meet in their bare-feet

It seems she finally has it all

Standing proud, Standing tall

Back up and give her some room

Hey there she goes crawling through a broom

NO FACE

They were doing unnatural things

When I read ‘Sodom and Gamora’

All it tells me is God didn’t agree

With the “I was born that way” analogy

He destroyed that place called Sodom

He called it a disgrace

That’s when pride and dignity went over the rainbow

No one has a face

I still believe a man should hold a woman at night

Then God will shine his light

The next day when we get lost

And need to find our way

All we have to do is pray

Lessons Learned

I remember how to say thank you

Do you say thank you

Didn’t your momma teach you?

Mine did, my brothers, sisters and me

Along with Thank you we learned

Your Welcome!

So we could say it when we meant it

Didn’t You! Grandpa and Pa said

Manners will help to get you fed

And don’t ever wet the bed

HAVE FUN

She’s gonna go get a pedicure

Sit up in that massage chair

She’s gonna go buy a new pair of shoes

Dance away her blues

She’s gonna have too much to drink

Tell me more than once how to think

She’s gonna be my girl tonight

She’ll hold me tight, dance away the blues

All bad news

I’ll be the one she’ll choose

OPINIONS

To each their own

I don’t wear a purple robe

I’m not their judge

But I am in-titled to my opinion

Everyone has one

Just like an a . . . .

It hasn’t changed

I believe what I was taught as a kid

The manners we used and the chores we did

I’m not trying to be rude

More than once I got booed

But that’s ok by me

I want the world to see

What this saltwater cowgirl believes

It’s all about what God said, in that Great Book

Grandma had one

In the morning she read to us

Until we caught the school bus

Then at night Grandma would read to us again

Trying to drill it in our head

“We’d sleep better”, she said

And everyday we’d get fed

If we believed in what God said

It was simple then and still is today

Sometimes I want to ask

Did you lose your brain

Or are you insane

Thoughts

My heart is with the Lord

That protects me when I sleep

In the bed there’s too much in my head

That has to be said

My heart is hollow with clarity and

That’s somehow is a mystery

When I remember our history

PICTURES

I have pictures that says that ain’t me in that mirror!

I’m singing the blues in red tennis shoes and white Bobbie socks

On the beach where it seems all my dreams are within reach

It was so long ago, don’t you know

Somewhere in the neighborhood

If love found a way to happen, it would

Now the reflection in the mirror is a weathered picture

Of days gone by

Gidget Gadget

Keith’s a fisherman

And that’s all he cares about

He’s got a gidget gadget on his hip

That he made

He says it’s for fishing

When he catches that tarpen

With that spider hitch he made with his gidget gadget

He’s thirty five feet from land

There’s nothing planned

He rides a Boston Whaler

A boat called little Tunnie

With the gidget gadget on his hip

In a leather case he made himself

He uses that gidget gadget

For cutting lines and making knots

That’s what started me writing this song

My co-writer left a message like a sing along

About Keith’s gadget gadget

A fishing pole and a watering hole

GOD

Today, Tomorrow, just like Yesterday

I’ll walk away, I won’t argue

Or care what they say

I’m your child

You’ll show me the way

I know that’s true

Somehow you always do

Show me with beauty

You air brush the morning sky with brilliant colors you create

That everyone tries to recreate

You cover the night sky

With planets and stars so high

Blinking and Twinkling

Letting us know you’re the reason why

Life is ours, even after our final goodbye

Because I believe God

You are everything that is anything

I’m your child, we all know

My younger days were wild

Thanks to you, my life is now a little more mild

God you’ve held me when I prayed

You’ve touched me so often

With your breath in the cool autumn air

You know I could feel you there

One spring day I recall, you kissed me with a warm rain drop

That fell from heaven on to my check

Lord, my knees are weak

But I won’t complain

That would be totally insane

You’ve given me all I am

And all I can be

So God! I’ll walk away, I won’t argue

Or care what they say

I’m your child

You’ll show me the way

Today, tomorrow, just like you did Yesterday

Written by Esther Marie & Linda Ochoa

BROKEN WING

She’s like a broken winged bird, wounded

In need of a nest

A safe place to rest

She’s alone in the world

By her own choice,

She listens to the Lords voice

She wants to put God back in our country right now

She’s a broken bird that needs to be heard

She wants to put the G back in gospel,

The G back in God

Oh My! Oh Me! Gee

Blessed are we

Believe

It’s easy to conceive

You’ll find yourself in need of love

All over again

Something brand new

Soon left wondering why you’re feeling the way you do

Like a broken winged bird, wounded

Unable to fly without God by your side

MEANT TO UNDERSTAND

Healing hands are praying hands

Making future plans

Seven days is all it took

I read it in the Book

That said, God made it all in six days

Rested on the seventh day, is the way the stories told

It’s been changed a lot it’s pretty old

I believe healing hands are praying hands

They will fix a heart that hurts

And will somehow mend a broken heart

I know when I’m in need

God will send a friend that has a helping hand to lend, Amen!

I’ll stop, I’ll listen, I’ll laugh, I’ll look to the heavens, I’ll read the good Book

Full of the greatest stories that have ever been told

I’ve heard them since I was little, not very old

Not very old at all

Unlike the book we all recall

And that’s how I know

Healing hands are praying hands

They can take away the gloom

Open your heart and give it room

To breath life, to weep

To be overcome with joy

Healing hands are praying hands

They will show you the path to walk

A place there is no clock

It’s all part of a perfect plan

We are not meant to understand

I JUST WANT TO KNOW

Do you know Elmer

The guy from the radio

I met at the Crow

He’s a DJ, He has a firm handshake

He’s not a phony or a fake

He has a wife that’s a bartender at

Bobbies House of Spirt’s

On the Strand

Where great musician’s Jam

And Lynn’s drum’s are all set up

For him to play and anyone who he say’s it’s ok

I hear Elmer can make a kitten roar and a lion purr!

He answers yes mam! and No sir!

He’s solid good to the core

Never out to even a score

Looky here, Elmer just walked in the door

Now you’ll meet Elmer

You’ll see he’s nothing like glue, it’s true!

He’s human like you

He’s not a fudd or a dudd

He’s luck, Elmer Luck

The Dj, We hear on the radio

Playing music for us all

Near the coast, Elmer’s always an additional host

To a saltwater down home Texas barbeque

Where and when we hear good music

We Thank the Lord, raise our beer and make a toast

To Dianne and Bobbie on the Strand

Or Elmer the DJ on the radio, I met at the Crow

Do you know Elmer? He’ll tell a joke on the air

They are all pretty tame, some are a little lame

Just like tit’s, none are the same

A joke is different if you change the name

But Elmer play’s some real good music we’ve all heard before

And never mind hearing at least once or twice more

I WANT TO SAY

God, I want to say

Thank you for the sunshine, the water, the sand

The rolling hills, the mountains, the land

Thank you Lord for all that I am

Because of you I’ve felt a love

That is true

Just for me

Coming from you now and then

Lord I want to say

Thank you

For all my blessing’s you’ve graced me with

The family and friends

The paths, the roads, the many, many bends

That taught me to remember you, along with my friends

So God, Thank You

For the cool autumn breeze and the beautiful colors

You turn the trees and Thank you God for me

And the love you’ve shown me all my life

Even thou that bee really did sting

And that fire really did burn

And that broken bone really did hurt like, Oh well

I don’t know what I would of did if it hadn’t been for you

When I closed my eyes and prayed

So God I want to say Thank You

For all that you do,

When I open my eyes, I can see

And I can also smell, hear, taste, and feel

These are the gift’s you’ve given me

And I know they are real

Thank You Lord !

Thank You Jesus !

Thank You !

Because I want to say

Thank You God !

ACHIEVE

Achieve what you believe

Believe what you achieve

The Lords wish is sealed with a rain drop kiss

I’ll have you know I read “Foot Prints in the Sand”

And I believe it’s true

There’s so many times

I didn’t know what to do

And God carried me through

Onto something new

I’ve seen the post card

With the crucifix shell

Jesus on the cross

All it is, is a hard head’s skull

Or catfishes or bullheads

Then I remembered, I read about

The basket’s of fish

That came from only two

They were plentiful

The bread was too

I’m sure there was wine

And good times were had with Jesus

Our Savior

By our side

I’ve given my heart to the Lord

Because I believe what I must achieve

Is the Lord’s wish sealed with a raindrop kiss

AMEN

I won’t walk without Jesus

I won’t talk without Jesus

I won’t live my life without him anymore

Through the good times, and the bad

He’s all I ever had

He’s the one who never turned his back on me

I thank you Jesus, Fisher of men

Thank You Jesus

Again and again

Amen

You shed your blood for this world of sin

So I could be born again

Amen

I can always talk to you

I know you’ll listen

Ya always do

Like I know the sky is blue

I know a lie is a lie

And the truth is true

Thank you Jesus

Fisher of men

Thank you Jesus

You walked on water

You turned water into wine

You healed the sick

Gave sight to the blind

You showed us the way, the way of the lord

As if it were a warrior’s sword

Jesus carried the cross up that hill

And that was the Lords will

It still makes me cry

For three days his son had to die

Written by Esther Marie and Ronnie Watts

ME & YOU

She was born in 1962

No one knew by 1982

She’d have a four year old

And a new born too

That’s how her cards were dealt

With all the emotions as a teenager she felt

Now two fathers, two children later

She’s twenty years young with a daughter and a son

Just like that teddy bear I’m aware

Once or twice she’s gonna blink

And she’ll be teaching her grandchildren how to wink

I know it’s true, I’m there

How about you

She was born in 1962

At sixteen she thought she knew

But she knows now, she didn’t have a clue

That along with all those broken fences

There are consequences

For spur of the moment actions

Making up life’s big and little fractions

To create a hole, a circle of Love

With the want to and will from above

It all started long before 1962

And Me and You

A FOOL

You think your cool with your home

Grown tool but you are just a fool

You had that cheap whore on the bathroom floor

In some crowded bar

News travels fast and far

You best start wishing on a star

But hold up

Wait, it’s too late

You’re no longer my mate

No need to hesitate

You think you’re cool

But you’re just a fool

Because you had some cash

And you still ran your truck out of gas

Hooked up with some trash

News travels fast and far

There’s always more than one bar

With a fool that will play by my rules

Faithful, honest and true it’s all the same

With a man you don’t need to train

He understands no need to explain

Faithfully I’ll stand by my man

Side by Side like the plan

To my readers

Now the second book is done. You can see, if you read to the end and you’re my friend. I’m onto a new page in life “song writing” wow. It’s fun writing with someone. Hope you’ll enjoy this book “Where 45 ends”, as well as the first book “Wild Flower Freedom” and thank you all for reading. Most of all I want to thank God for giving me the gift of writing.

Esther Marie Aldrich Creasy

IKE from 30th and Seawall

My Journal of Ike

Nearly one year after Ike I remember, I wrote it down and I now know we were part on the 20% of Galveston that wasn’t under water.

I was with the man I love when Hurricane Ike came in on Galveston’s Sea wall. Ike had already flooded the Strand. The way it came from the other side of the island, where there was no Seawall. The water rushed through the streets, and business’s, and homes; sending everything rushing through the streets. Bottles of wine and liquor were floating. It started here at 30th and Seawall. Hours later with the water crashing onto the wall, and a little water and trash on the sidewalk. Then the water and the trash went onto the road. Once the parking lane was covered with debris. Those of us still on the deck laughed as we watched the rats running; looking desperately for a place to survive Hurricane Ike. None of us realizing they (the rats) had enough sense to seek safe shelter. Someone came in and said, “Hooters is now officially topless”, and someone yelled, “lets go there!” As another person replied, “The roof is gone you idiot. There is a hurricane in the gulf!”

We heard that Becka and Boomer got life-flighted off the 91st Street fishing, pier they are safe. I saw Forest. He, Jackie and the boys are all fine! They are at the San Luis Hotel. They can’t even go out to the west end of the island where they live. I don’t know about Ray, Laura evacuated. Elke and Bill are ok, but their house flooded. Franks house got destroyed. The pool table and bed are gone, it’s all in the bayou, I presume! The curtains are all ripped and torn, blowing in the wind like a horror movie. No glass that isn’t broken left in any windowpane, there’s standing water in the living room. A painting of Ardella was lying in the water (I found one thing that can be saved). I felt I was blessed again, I thanked God. Both Frank’s truck and the Mermaid’s (Maelena) car drown at the San Luis. They couldn’t park them high enough, because of all the security, law and rescue personal that were there for the islander’s.

So if you survived hurricane Ike and still have your bike ride, ride and ride some more. There is nowhere to go but from here to there and back again. At least you have the wind in your hair. The seawall is fairly clear of debris. It’s broke pretty bad in some places, be careful! There is no electricity, no water, no gas. So what do you do to survive and pass the time? Read a book, play a game of card’s, shot some dice, write a letter and let someone who cares, know you are ok.

It’s Monday, Ike came in Friday afternoon, and Saturday morning. It is a disaster! Today, amongst all the rubble, I watched the butterflies fly like they were dancing on air and haven’t a care. I knew it was God’s sign that everything will be fine. I had a peanut butter sandwich 2 days in a row. My belly wasn’t empty you know. Today I had a hand full of pecans and a Carmel or two and that is true.

Yesterday we picked up water, ice and military rations. That gave me another perspective, and made me realize a little more of what our soldier’s endure, to secure our freedom. I must stop to thank them (the soldier’s), the National Guard and the Salvation Army. Which I try to remember to do daily, did you know some of them are related to me as well as you! That is true! I’m so grateful, aren’t you grateful? For them, we are the reason why they get up, go on, and continue to try. Now we all have to look out for each other and lend a helping hand. Consider everyone a sister, or a brother, just remember the island lost a lot more than a little sand.

Some folks lost their homes as well as their land. The ocean came on shore crashing and bashing. Claiming part of this island as its own, stealing a lot of the sand. The wind with such force blew far, very far inland.

Now the aftermath of Ike has set in. Those of us still here are determined to stay, alive and well! As he shook his head in disbelief and shock, I heard Frank say “I’ve been here for over eighty years, it’s the worst I’ve ever seen.” His home was destroyed, everything blown away, washed away, broken and shattered. There is nothing left until you really look, then oh my, you see something’s special Ike never really took. Like his watch the Mermaid (Maelena) found (a Texas Long Horn 2005 National Championship) that was still ticking.

I realize here at 30th and Seawall, we are across the street. Only seven to nine blocks away from where Hooters, Murdock’s and the Balinese once stood. Now bits and pieces of them all have been blown into my front yard (the bars parking lot), along with trash and debris from all over the island. I realize it could have been me, nothing but history. I am blessed, I’m still here with the man I love. Thank the Lord, Amen!

Now I begin Tuesday, nothing has changed. I got my bowl, soap, glass, tooth brush, washcloth and water. I proceeded to take a bath as best I could. Thank God! I have all that to do. I’m not sure what I’ll eat today, but I know at 4:30 the Salvation Army will feed me! Last night I had rice and stew; it was my first warm meal in four days. Thank you Jesus!

I said nothing changed and that’s not true, there’s a wonderful north breeze, it is cool and feels like Fall is in the air. I’m not even missing the AC today. Once again, I feel God is making our journey more bearable. In my heart I know he is with us all. I believe in him. He will help us all get through yesterday, tomorrow and today! Think positive, be nice and polite, respectful, and don’t forget your manners. We are all in this together. It’s not just a select few that don’t have a clue. So don’t argue, join together. Together, we will figure it out and do what we have to do. To survive and rebuild what the storm took away.

For over twenty years I’ve never left for a storm. Now I’ve questioned myself, my reasons for staying, my safety, my sanity. The water was rising, the winds were getting stronger. For ten hours I didn’t look out, I stayed cocooned in one room; On the seawall on the east end of the Poop Deck. Hey duh, I know Crazy! Bonkers! No lie, I was scared!

Friday, September 12th, we waited for Ike at the deck, and then I closed at 4 pm. It was time for everyone to go and take care of their loved ones and themselves.

Saturday, September 13th, at 12 am, Ike was barreling down on Galveston Island. The apartment shook. Do you remember the motel beds that you put a quarter in, to make then vibrate. Well that night early into the morning, I slept in a 75 cent bed that was free and scary! It was vibrating and everything was shaking including my husband Dennis and me. Both the dog (Sweet Pea) and cat (Miss Kitty) seemed undisturbed. The animals must of known, they always do, that it was going to be alright. We all made it through the night, safe and dry.

A man just saw me through the window and offered me a plate of food. A full dinner he just got at 45th and Seawall, from the Salvation Army. He had two meals. I’m sure he carried them all that way for someone he loved and himself. I’m reminded again how blessed we are that people want to share! Also there are people that honestly care.

Its Wednesday September 17th now, last night Dave called just about dark and said they have water downtown, we could come get a shower. That was a kind offer we thank him. I heard Marci left and went to San Antonio; she caught her boyfriend smoking crack. Nothing to stay for after that, the house got flooded and there is nothing there, no reason to stay. Charlie came by last night; he said he sent his family onto San Antonio so his wife and kids had water, electric and food (She said it was a nightmare in San Antonio). There was Rape and stealing in the shelter! I don’t have to worry about Ruthie, she’s gone to her sisters up by Dallas (She’s ok!). Her home in La Marque flooded, until the back side of the hurricane came in, all the neighbors thought they made it. Then they got hit with the backside of Ike, in came the flood covering everything in mud.

It is 8.20 am on Wednesday we all have water again. It’s a trickle of water, but it is water out of the faucet. I got too excited too fast! The waters gone again! Oh the destruction and devastation that is out our front door. I must remember, we are blessed and I knew everything will come in time. And we are all lucky to be alive.

Elke explained how to make the M.R.E. (military ration’s) hot and ready to eat. I’m nearly blind because of MS and I just didn’t understand the directions well, because of my vision. The Salvation Army served cold spaghetti, a cookie and a bag of skittles (Wow, the skittles were good). I guess I wasn’t hungry enough yet, to eat the spaghetti cold and a dry cookie. I may be wishing I had before this is all over. And life resumes to normal. This (a hurricane) will teach you to take nothing for granted, and be thankful for the smallest of things.

I must admit, Glenda crossed my mind today, as well as yesterday. I hope and pray her and Ben are fine, Frankie too her cockatoo. I wonder about Linda and Linda Sue. if they are ok? I heard from Alois, Linda Marie and the Little Mexican, her Chihuahua are ok. She lost her cat in the flood. I still haven’t heard about Paul. Paulie and Dianna, they live downtown. Church St. I believe.

Just now the water came back, just a trickle. I did want to do the dirty dishes we have, not many mine. You and I wanted to change the sheets. I’m looking forward to a shower. I watered my plants and once again God talked to me. Telling me everything will be all right. There was a beautiful red hibiscus blossom in the last plant I could get water to and it is only the fifth or sixth day after the storm.

September 12th and September 13th 2008, Galveston Island and the Houston area were hit with a natural disaster. They lost power, water, homes, vehicles and so much more. Still we have reason to hope. Last night Hooters was giving away wings in front of the San Luis Hotel. Hot and Mild! Free! We were giving Bill and Elke a ride, and Bill just happened to see the Hooters truck in front of the Shriners Hall. Oh how that thrilled me. I don’t think I ever enjoyed wings as much as I did last night.

This afternoon Frank and the Mermaid came by, Frank was pushing the Mermaid in a wheel chair. We took them to the house to get the money out of the safe, it was still there. The rest of the things were gone. Like I have said before, still scattered in the yard are some clothes and a few things that are broken, some torn. Now! I’ve had a shower, it was wonderful. Cold, but wonderful.

It is Thursday, September 19th last night I ate green beans, chicken and fruit cocktail. I’ve been going through my photo albums just to take out pictures, for people that lost everything. They say that a picture say’s a thousand words.

Mickey stopped by today while walking his dog. He and Melisa are fine. Nykie and Kym brought me MRE’s and hugs. It was nice to see them. They got on the island because they knew a fireman. No one’s allowed on the island without credentials. Well wishes are felt from near and far.

The water is shut off again! Dawn said Cheryl’s cats,
are fine. They were at the house. Cheryl’s home survived! It is missing a few shingles, no biggie. Then Dawn went off to get a bottle of wine. Angie has gone to New Orleans to be with Thomas. April finally called back, she’s ok. I was on the phone with Ron when she called. Ron said he went to see a friend during the storm. His home in Pearland faired pretty good. He lost a deck I believe!

It’s the 20th Friday morning. I heard from Ray last night, he’s ok. He road Ike out on 55th with friends. The power trucks have been all over for two days now. Dennis keeps seeing Georgia plates on the electric trucks. Thank you! Thank you very much to everyone for helping us with our needs. I believe Dennis and I had angel’s watching over us and keeping us safe. As I write the names, there are more than a few that held us and kept us safe from harm. It was as if we were wrapped in their wings we got through the storm safe. Thanks to the angels that protested us.

Miss Ardella Marie, Our Lord, the 1st mate Ann, Mary Scott, Clean Corners Linda, Sherri, Tax man Johnny, Geno, (In the House) Diver Jeff, Jess, Sprinkler Steve, Boots, Grandma, JR, Uncle Matt, Uncle John, Uncle Bill, Aunt Naomi, Uncle Choppy the list goes on. I’m sure Mr. and Mrs. Creasy were there too, protecting their son Dennis. As well as their daughter in law Me, Marie!

It’s Friday the 20th of September. Dennis brought home warm chili and corn (A strange combination) but it was good. My belly is full. I thank God, again. His blessings are so often. We must not forget what as a child we just knew. God is with you! He has the whole world in his hands, and our journey is all God’s plan.

It’s Saturday the 21th, we took a ride last night, Oh my, what a disaster! Some of the roads are passable now and no longer wet. Homes of friends are destroyed, hollow. Dave, Shannon and Carol; Oh Lord help them recover. They lost everything! (FYI they did receive their insurance check but guess what it bounced!) Sometimes I do believe I’m still in hurricane shock.

The last two days I’ve seen something in the gulf that is now on shore. Dennis said it’s a chair upside down. No one is allowed on the south side of the Seawall. The police and beach patrol are keeping people off the beach, and off the rocks for their safety, as well as possible contamination.

ABC News interviewed me again last night. They did before the storm. Several people called the bar and told me to get out now! Leave the island! and did I know it was certain death for anyone who stayed on Galveston Island. It’s what I was told over and over again. I haven’t heard of anyone who lost their life yet, but I’m sure I will. This was a really bad storm. Dennis and I are blessed. The after math is questionable. I haven’t spent this much time with myself in forever. I’m ready to be among people again, eat real homemade food, play a juke box. Yeah, I’m ready!

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday. Sam, I haven’t heard from you since Tuesday. You were in the path of Ike, in Pasadena. My cousin Jeanine felt Ike in Fairfield TX and lost some shingles off her house. That’s more than a couple hour’s inland. You were only forty-five miles away. Sam! Are you ok???? Donella, are you and Rudy safe????. Last night on our ride, I saw plywood that said, “Take a hike Ike”. Well he didn’t, he skipped, hopped and jumped all over south-east Texas!! Now we all have the aftermath to deal with. Believe me that’s no myth, It’s the hard cold facts after a hurricane attacks!

Now it’s Sunday morning, Elke and Bill are coming to get me at 8am. We are going to breakfast at HEB (A real cup of coffee). Eight days into this hurricane, we’ve survived. Oh how it teaches you to take nothing for granted. The smallest things are appreciated so very much. No one showed up. I haven’t seen Elke, No coffee today (makes me sad). No breakfast, that’s ok, I had a peanut butter sandwich. Dennis bought fresh bread yesterday. I’m alright.

I thank the Lord because the sun was shining on me this morning for forty-five minutes, while I waited outside and it wasn’t too hot. EB and Allie, I’ve thought of both of you often. Are you ok? I’ll just hope I see you soon. Dennis just told me he did see EB. Elke and Bill brought us dinner tonight. They said there was no breakfast or coffee today at HEB. We heard Lurch was life flighted on a black hawk helicopter with fifty-nine other people and a lion (real lion) out of a church or school on Port Bolivar. They are all on a greyhound bus heading somewhere in Texas by San Antonio.

Its Monday, the 22nd of September. Benny brought coffee this morning—OH how wonderful!

It’s Tuesday morning, Benny brought coffee again, Yeah! I wish I could clean up our lot. I’m not walking well enough, or able to stand long enough to try and do something. Five years ago I could of had this all cleaned up. But due to MS, I’m frustrated, I want too, I’m just not able to. When we finally did start cleaning up the lot, a lady saw us as we were working and stopped to offer us a case of water. She said she had extra and wanted to share.

Tomorrow April and Angie will be back, yeah, company and help. I never knew days and nights could be so long. When everything is ok, they rush by so quickly.

I saw a man walk by today, he looked so sad. It was hard for him to walk; he was carrying a couple of plates of food. One for himself and the other one for someone he loves I assume. I’m a good eight or nine blocks away from the Salvation Army truck. So God bless him and I wish him luck. That is the second time a stranger offered me food since the storm, that I felt was for themselves and someone they loved.

I cried the other night while I sat in the truck, and listened to the people pray before they were served supper, dinner. I don’t remember which one it was. The love and kind gentle feeling I felt was over whelming as we prayed. Finally, I heard from Sam the 23rd. Wow the 24th Wednesday, Benny brought coffee again.

For more than a week before the storm, I planned a trip to Lake Charles, if possible I hope to go. A good meal and a hot shower sound’s so wonderful. So if (there’s that big little word) if April and Angie get back it’s on! We’re gone for a trip, an overnighter, just to see real life. Hurricane shock is all I can say. I need to get away. In order to open back up, the health department says we need electricity and we have to get rid of the debris. Now it’s nearly one year after hurricane Ike. We again, thank you, everyone. Galveston is grateful to all that helped us recover.

August 30th, 2009, two weeks before the one year anniversary of hurricane Ike. Our angel’s were here again protecting us. A tornado blew in on 29h and Seawall right outside our back door! It destroyed Dolphin World, our neighbors next door, the clothing and gift shop. It knocked a house off its blocks on the next street, Lord knows what else. All I can say is we just had another close call! Thank the Lord, after Ike last year and the tornado this year in 2009, we are still all four of us just fine.

Written By: The Poet E Marie Aldrich Creasy

The Songwriter Esther Marie

I was born in Rome, New York on Griffis Air Force Base.
I have two sisters, and three brothers. I’m a mother of two, and grandmother of four. I’m a woman now, no longer a little girl. I still feel like I’m not as good as I should be. I drink coffee in the morning and my mind wonders when the words start to rhyme. I sit and think, sometimes I write it down. Then capturing the moment even if no one is around. I share my writing with my musical co-writer’s Ron Thamm and Cowboy Ronnie. I’ve finished a second musical cd, as well as my second book. Now working on my third book of poetry and musical cd. I’ve tended bar for 30 years. I live on Galveston Island with my husband Dennis, and our pets. Sweet Peas the dog, and Miss Kitty the cat. We married in 2000 and had a fairytale wedding and are very happy together. I’m forty-eight years old and I live across the road from the beach since January 1986 and l love the life.

I hope you enjoy this book as well as I enjoyed writing it. Life is full of words and thoughts. I wanted to share mine with you.

Table of Contents

Cover

Where 45 Ends

Copyright

Contents

I DO HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY

Dear Santa

Pool Hall

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Ten Minutes

No End

The Message

Devine Power

A Letter Home

All Turned Around

All the Time, Anytime

ALL THAT

3, 6, 9

TIME TAUGHT ME

A GIFT TO SHARE

A CROSS

AGING GRACEFULLY . . .

DREAMS

CHOSEN

Carryin’ On

BURIED TREASURE

BO BIRLEY

Big Ol Cat

DVD

FORGIVE YOURSELF

FUNNY HOW LIFE SPINS

GAZING OUT A WINDOW

Getting Older

I Haven’t A Clue

FIRST CLUE

DRIFTWOOD

JEFF

OUR DEAR LINDA

HEADED TO TEXAS

GOD’S CRYSTAL LIGHT

GIVE ME

HAVE YA’ EVER BEEN SCARED

I’M HAPPY

HE LOVES ME

Hey Ya’ll, Do You Know Paul

I-45 ENDS WHERE THE SUNRISE BEGINS

GETTING TOGETHER

BE CAREFUL

AUNT FLO

ANN

HE’S FAIR

HEY DUDE

LETS ROCK

TICK TOCK

THE RACE

UNTIL THE RACE IS WON

USE TO BE NUMBER 6

WERE READY

JOEY

Drivin’ That’A Way

BLESS NASCAR

GO FAST

Kayle

THE BUZZ

I’M FOUND

I ALWAYS LOVED YOU

I AM SO HAPPY

I AM THANKFUL

I DID TOO QUIT

I KNEW IT WAS DONE

I LOVE THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME

I NEED A JOB

I SIGNED

I WANNA

SOMETHING ABOUT NASCAR

NASCAR SURVIVOR

# 3

SMELL OF BURNING RUBBER

ANY RACE, ANY WHERE

RACIN’ . . . IS WHAT I LIVE FOR

WHO WON

THE LUCK IN A RAINBOW

THE RACES

THE MERRY-GO ROUND BROKE

THE TRUTH

TURN LEFT DUMMIES

PLUM FULL OF SKILL

WRECKIN’ . . . . THATS RACIN’

NASCAR JUNKIE

UNWIND YOUR HEART FROM YOUR MIND

UNWANTED

TOO YOUNG

TOO MUCH

TOMORROW’S YESTERDAY

TODAY IT DOESN’T MATTER

TO HEAR HIM TELL HIS STORY

THROUGHT IT ALL

THEY JUST DON’T SEE HIM

THREAD

THE VIEW FROM THE DECK

OUR FRIEND

Johnny’s Grin

THE TAILGATE PARTY IS ON

THE SCAM

YO BITCH

YOU’RE SENSELESS

YESTERDAY’S TODAY AND TOMORROW

Youth

WE ARE ONE

HAUNTS

IF

I WANNA GO RACIN

I WANT SOME

THOMAS

IF ONLY I WERE A LITTLE GIRL TODAY

THE JACKET

WE LAUGH . . . WE JOKE

CLOTHESPINS

DREAMS COMING TRUE

I Refuse

MY MEMORY, MY FACE

CRAWL THROUGH

MY FRIEND

MARIE’S POOP DECK CLOCK

LOVE DOES EXIST

NO GRAVITY

Where Did The Fairytale Magic Go

GOD COULD

When There’s Just Enough

WHAT A FRIEND

WHAT’S NEXT

LIFE’S NO MYSTERY

WAY BACK

THE MUSIC OF WATER

MY PILLOW

YOU

IF YOU DON’T WANNA

YOU DO GET REWARDED

IT’S HARD

IT’S ALMOST TIME

YOU LIE

MY SISTER MY FRIEND

LETTER FROM HEAVEN

LET’S GET UP AND GO

IN THE NAME

YOU ARDELLA

IN A COCOON

YOU CHANGE

WHEN THE CALLS COME

LOST IN THE SIGHT OF THE SEA

YEAH THAT’S 1983

Who’s Listenin’

NASCAR RACE

MY SON

YOU CHOOSE

I’LL TRY

NOW YOU’RE GROWN

OH THAT

NOT YET

NO ONE

NO EXCUSE

LITTLE MISSY

LOVE HAS COME MY WAY

SHORT THOUGHTS

STOP IT, QUIT IT

SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE

SECRETLY SOMEWHERE

SOMETIMES YA GOTTA ASK

SOMETIMES

MY HEART WON’T LISTEN

SHEET SPLITTEN’

RUTHIE

ROAD TRIP

BROOMSTICK

REGRET

NOT JUST YOUNG

RACHEL

QUIT IT

ASK, JUST ASK

The View I Never Take For Granted

PLEASE WAKE UP

PART OF MY PAST

YOU KNEW

OVER MY SHOULDER

SURGERY

DE’JA VU

REGRETS

YOU DON’T KNOW ME

HAS IT WENT TOO FAR

STRENGTH

THE FIRST TIME I SAW YOU

LOST IN MY MEMORY

WHERE I CAME FROM

THESE FIFTEEN YEARS

I AM ALIVE

JUST DRINKING

PEACEFUL DREAMS

STORIES

THE DEAL

THAT KIND OF GUY

TAKE A MINUTE

I’M GONNA

M.S.

OMIGOSH!

NO NOTHING

IT’S A PRETTY PLACE

YOU FIGURE IT OUT

ONE, TWO, FOUR OR MORE

LIKE AN OLD SHIRT

OK

OH YEAH HE LOVES ME

RICH ON FRIDAY

PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY SANDWICH

OH THAT

LIKE MAGIC

I CATCH MY BREATH

THROUGH LIFE

I’M THINKING

Talledaga

Guilty

SHOW TIME

Richard Petty

STEVE

Long Ago

YOU & I

HAVING FUN

DON’T BE SCARED

What to say

17

RILEY

I WANT TO I DON’T WANT TO

BETTER THAN THAT

IT WAS NUMBER 8

WATCHING THE CHASE

BACK OF THE TRUCK

WHERE IT BEGAN

Treason

ALONE AGAIN BULLSHIT!

NINE BLOCKS

NUTS

GAME

LAW OBEYING

IS IT DRUGS

UNDER THE RUG

THE INTIMIDATOR

BUMPER CHASIN’

CHANGE

INSANE

BED TIME

HUM!

FIRST TIME

DIFFERENT LOVE

US

BELIEVE

SO HELP ME SEE

RUN

ANOTHER TRAGIC DAY

BITE MY TONGUE

A SOLID HUG

TWISTED SICK

Mede pause

EVERYBODY

ANNOYED

HE’S

Little Quotes

Too Young

CAUGHT

CREASY

Mermaid

TEARS

WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL YOU SHARE

WHEN THERES PEOPLE

MAKE A TOAST

CAGED

BUTTERFLY BRAIN

IN OUR AMERICA

FROM THE BACK

I BELIEVE

Voices

Music Man

THE BEACH

IN MY MIND

The Poop Deck

Good Morning

Short Quotes

YOU KNOW

THE KEYS

MERMAID SONG

Burnin Palm Tree

Look

Salt Water Cowboy

Mexican Pearl

Moore’s

Saltwater Cowgirl

Farrah

Controversial Song

MOMMA

SENSE

FOURTH OF JULY

NOT OK

Country In Music

Little Things

DOWN HOME SALTWATER COUNTRY

DOPE NOPE

STEPPIN OUT THE DOOR

NOT AGAIN

TALL & STRONG

NO FACE

Lessons Learned

HAVE FUN

OPINIONS

Thoughts

PICTURES

Gidget Gadget

GOD

BROKEN WING

MEANT TO UNDERSTAND

I JUST WANT TO KNOW

I WANT TO SAY

ACHIEVE

AMEN

ME & YOU

A FOOL

IKE from 30th and Seawall