Have A Good Life
It all begins with an idea.
I want you to have a good life
Yeah I want you to have a good good life
If you need to walk out I won’t scream and shout
‘Cause I want you to have a good life
I know that you got a big heart
Yeah I swear you got the biggest big old heart
And to cause it to break would be a mistake
Cause I want you to have a good life
Last night I walked out in the rain
Last night I walked out into the rain
And it seemed such a cost
That you thought I was lost
‘Cause I want you to have a good life
I think I can hear that train whistle blow
Yeah I think off in the distance I can hear that train whistle blow
If you roll down the track and you don’t make it back
I want you to have a good life
If you roll down the track and you don’t make it back
I want you to have a good life
If you roll down the track and you can’t make it back
I want you to have a good life
Yeah I want you to have a good life
The All-Night New Year’s Kneeler
It all begins with an idea.
Last night I lost another battle to the bottle
It was New Year’s Eve and I went lookin for a place to hide
Through the stinging snow I came upon the stained glass light
The old oak doors were open so I walked inside
I spent the whole night kneeling on this kneeler
But it’s better than the alley where I’ve been staying as of late
She said I had to clean up or get clean out of her life
And that’s what put me here in this holy state
Now the church bells are ringing
And everybody’s singing
And I just woke up in this pew
Pretending to be praying
I don’t know what they’re saying
I don’t know what I’m doing here
Oh but happy happy happy Happy New Year
The congregation’s full of hope and resolutions
The first prayers of the new year delivered straight to heaven’s gate
Dressed in the their Sunday best they’re here to testify
And I’d like to get some rest but I guess I’ll wait
‘Cause now the organ is blaring
And everybody’s staring
And I woke up hoping no one knew
Pretending to be praying I don’t know what they’re saying I don’t know what I’m doing here Oh but happy happy happy Happy New Year
Now I'm waiting for the church to be empty again
I’m looking up at Jesus hanging there on the cross
I thank him for the shelter and the wafer and the wine
And I pray the congregation will get lost
But there's a little baby screaming
And I wish that I was dreaming
But I'm trapped in the middle of this pew
Pretend to be praying
I don’t know what they’re saying
I don’t know what I’m doing here
Oh but happy happy happy Happy New Year
So if you find yourself out there in the cold cold night
And the winter winds against you are blowing strong
Just find yourself a local house of worship
And pray they keep a little heat on all night long
Trombone John
It all begins with an idea.
You lived a childhood on a farm
Played your horn out in the barn
And when the banks came to repossess
You had more than anyone could guess
You spent your days fixin’ cars
And your share of nights behind bars
Carry on
Trombone John
You were here but now you’re gone
Late at night I can hear your song
Play it all night long
Trombone John
Then you fought the war across the sea
Came back home and you still weren't free
Sharecroppers son with an American gun
Milk and honey you had none
You lost your home but you had to survive
So you played your horn at the corner dive
Carry on
Trombone John
You were here but now you’re gone
And late at night I can hear your song
Play it all night long
Trombone John
Nothing but blue skies, Night and day
In The Wee Small Hours and Purple Haze
But when the moon was high and the crowds had gone
In the midnight hour you'd play a song
A song that lived down in your soul
Into the starry night you’d let it roll
Carry on Trombone John
You were here but now you’re gone
And late at night I can hear your song
Play it all night long
Trombone John
Real Life
It all begins with an idea.
I wanna live a real life on my own terms
I wanna live a real life where the fire burns
I wanna live a real life like the ones I see on my TV
I wanna live a real life wild and free
And when I look into the mirror
I wanna see clearer the dreams of a young man realized
I wanna live a real life
I wanna win the prize
I wanna live a real life get back to the land
And never look behind or try to understand
I wanna live a real life I wanna burn my phone
Say hi to my neighbors in another time zone
And when I look into the mirror
I wanna see clearer the dreams of a young man crystalize
I wanna live a real life
Take off the disguise
I wanna live a real life in a house on the shore
Salt water breezes blowin’ through my door
I wanna live a real life I want an instant upgrade
To the land of the living where all my debts are paid
And when I look into the mirror
I wanna see clearer the deeds of a grown man recognized
I wanna see a real life when I look into your eyes
I wanna see a real life reflected in your eyes
I wanna see a real life in your eyes
The Beholder
It all begins with an idea.
They say time flies by
It flies by so fast
And beauty is fleeting
It doesn’t last
But I know what I see
Over my shoulder
Yeah I know what I see
Cause I’m the beholder
Some say fools rush in
Where angels won't tread
And hold back your heart
‘Cause it's all in your head
But high on this mountain
Where I've pushed up this boulder
I can finally see
That I'm the beholder
I’m the beholder
The one who sees
Beauty unfolding
And I’m down on my knees
I’m the beholder
The one with the view
I'm the beholder of you
Some say beauty fades away
It’s not something you keep
Some say it's all around us
Some say it’s skin deep
But if beauty is truth
As I get older
I can clearly see
That I’m the beholder
I’m the beholder
The one who sees
Beauty unfolding
And I’m down on my knees
I’m the beholder
The one with the view
I'm the beholder of you
Some say you can't know
What's true and what's not
And until you lose it
You don't know what you got
Some say beauty is youth
And in time we grow colder
I know time has crowned me
King of beholders
I’m the beholder
The one who sees
Beauty unfolding
And I’m down on my knees
I’m the beholder
The one with the view
I'm the beholder of you
Queen of the rodeo
It all begins with an idea.
My name is Nick Wright and most of my life has been wrong
Where ever I was it seemed like I never belonged
And when I turned 18 with Molotov cocktails I fire bombed my school
When they asked why I replied with a smile cause the kids there all thought they were cool
Well they ain’t so cool anymore
I spent the next year in a state penitentiary room
I didn't many friends but I learned how to push on a broom
When I got out I was feeling pretty ugly so I tried on my momma’s clothes
I felt so much better in a tight fitting sweater and a pair of black pantyhose
Now they don’t call me Nick anymore
Born again, born again
How far would you go
To be born again
Queen of the rodeo
I got a job doing nails at a local salon
Everyone loved me and nobody ever caught on
Each day I would glide along the avenue catching the corners of eyes
At night I would stare out my 4th story window and watch all the people go by
Who would never come through my door
One day I worked late and rode on a train back home
Some boys with a blade and a chain wouldn’t leave me alone
But to their surprise I could accessorize and I wrapped that chain round their heads
Before I was done I’d cut ‘em and clipped ‘em and filed ‘em and painted ‘em red
Now they don’t bother no one no more
Born again, born again
How far would you go
To be born again
Queen of the rodeo
Back in my room at the state penitentiary for life
I think of my father the preacher and my mother his wife
I think of the time when I was 5 how I was told that Jesus died
For all my sins and all my crimes and how I was lucky just to be alive
When I was only five
Lucky to be alive
Born again, born again
How far would you go
To be born again
Queen of the rodeo
Busted In A Boomtown
It all begins with an idea.
I came to New York to look for work
Got a day job workin as a night clerk
A sure-fire tip from a shell-shocked friend
Gave him all my money never saw him again
So I headed down south to the lone star state
I got lost in Austin and I couldn’t relate
Everybody I knew was an up and coming brand new
ext best thing redefining the genre
I'm busted
Busted in a boomtown
Nashville Nashville everybody Nashville
It's not just country and everybody’s real chill
Met for a writing session over breakfast
Had one mimosa made a beeline for Memphis
But everybody’s moving to the great Northwest
So I picked up my pieces and I joined the quest
One night in Tacoma it was plain to see
I missed the boat again and the boat missed me
I'm busted…
Oh babe dontcha let it bring you down
Oh I know you know I know it's hard
Oh don't it make you feel like a clown
When you're busted
Busted in a boomtown
Then I heard myself saying what I never thought I would
I caught myself doing what I never thought I could
It's come down to this, today's the day
I grabbed my guitar and moved to LA
But I gotta move forward I don’t wanna look back
I gotta tear down a mansion and put up a shack
Saw a sign drive by on the back of a truck
“At the end of the day you’re at the mercy of luck”
I'm busted…
Then a friend said the windy city's where you should be
I said you mean where Bo Diddly, Sam Cooke, Smashing Pumpkins
Nat King Cole, Buddy Guy, Howling Wolf, John Prine, Cheap Trick
And Chicago came from?
He said, yeah, among others, let’s go
Sweet home, Chicago
I said, you got any money? He said oh no...
He said you got any money? I said oh no...
I'm busted
Busted in a boomtown
Firefly In a Thunderstorm
It all begins with an idea.
Sometimes I feel like a firefly in a thunderstorm
Lightening flashes, thunder crashes
Making me feel so small
You know it’s been raining so long
And I just wanna shine on
Sometimes I feel like a firefly in a thunderstorm
Waiting for the rain to end
So I can go out and find a friend
It’s been coming down for so long
And I just wanna shine on
Shine on, shine on, shine on, shine on
Sometimes I feel like a lightening bolt in a thunderstorm
Brighter than a midnight train
Stronger than a hurricane
You know it don’t last too long
And I just wanna shine on
Sometimes I feel like a firefly on a hot summer night
One in a million times a billion
Turning the dark to light
You know it don’t last too long
And I just wanna shine on
Shine on, shine on, shine on, shine on
A Lot Like You
It all begins with an idea.
My fear is crawling on my skin
But I keep it hidden deep within
Impossible for you to see
But it’s there as long as I will be
You sit above me on that stand
With a wooden hammer in your hand
To set the hour of my death
While the family waits with bated breath
And I’m a lot like you
I know I took her life it’s true
A thing I never meant to do
But you, you look me in the eye
Aware, you meant for me to die
And I’m a lot like you
Tonight you’ll carve the family meal
And drink until you cannot feel
Before you thank the Lord you’re free
I hope you raise a glass to me
Cause I’m a lot like you
The Train Of Life
It all begins with an idea.
The train of life
Rolls down the track
It starts out slow
And you don’t look back
It picks up speed
As the night comes down
On the train of life
The wheels go ‘round
The train of life
Is never on time
Making stops
No reason or rhyme
Through dark of night
And blinding rain
No one knows
Who drives the train
One of these days
To a better place
We’ll make our way
One of these days
Though I don’t know when
We’ll be golden
Golden
The train of life
Sways and swerves
Rolls over rivers
Around blind curves
The conductor smiles
And gives no clue
If the light at the end of the tunnel
Is you
One of these days
To a better place
We’ll make our way
One of these days
Though I don’t know when
We’ll be golden
Golden
Sha La La
It all begins with an idea.
When i was a young man
Unwilling and able
I went looking for a record label
I met a man who sat behind a desk
Holding all the cards
He said son it’s just business and if you wanna go far
Don’t tell me any stories that’ll put me to sleep
Don’t bore us just get to the chorus and don’t get too deep
And if you wanna be an artist well son that’s up to you
But if you wanna make a million here’s what you do
Give ‘em something they can dance to
You gotta make ‘em wanna sing your song
Give ‘em something like sha la la
They’ll play it all night long
Let em know it’s gonna be alright
And they can do no wrong
Give em something like sha la la
If you want em to sing your song
Sha la la la...
I guess i just listened to too much Bob Dylan
Too much Woody Guthrie too much Steve Earle
Too much Joni Mitchell Rickie Lee and John Prine
But when I hear Otis Redding sing I remember it's fine
To give ‘em something they can dance to
You gotta make ‘em wanna sing your song
Give ‘em something like fa fa fa
They’ll play it all night long
Let em know it’s gonna be alright
And they can do no wrong
Give em something like fa fa fa
If you want em to sing your song
Fa fa fa fa...
Now I’m older and I’ve learned the game
But at the end of the day I’m pretty much the same
I like to think i got integrity and all that good stuff
But it really doesn’t bother me and it's prob'ly enough
Give ‘em something they can dance to
You gotta make ‘em wanna sing your song
Give ‘em something like sha la la
They’ll play it all night long
Let em know it’s gonna be alright
And they can do no wrong
Give em something like sha la la
If you want em to sing your song
Sha la la la...