David H. Smith Jr.

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The Ballad of Bottomless Jack

Written by David H. Smith Jr.

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January 17, 2006

Meter: Hexameter

Metric Feet: anapestic= UU / ( weak , weak, STRONG)

Now a long time ago

On a steep, mighty hill,

Lived a tall, hungry man

Of unparalleled skill.

He would feast in the morning,

Through midday and night

and by the next day

there’d be no food in sight.

All the people in town

Became frozen with fear

Every time that this

Monstrous man would appear.

When he came in for pancakes

He would order eight stacks

And that’s how he got the name

Bottomless Jack

Lock up all your cupboards

And hide all the drink

If you hate going hungry

Don’t take time to think

It’s the only sure way

To avoid the attack

Of the ravenous, man

They call Bottomless Jack

He meant no ill intent

To the people he knew

See it wasn’t his fault

That his appetite grew

For this mountainous man

Of historical size,

Had three different stomachs

And each one a prize

He could swallow a ham,

A Delmonico too.

Then wash it all down

With a kettle of stew.

There was no cure in sight

For this big starving beast

Excepting perhaps a free

Jumbo sized feast

One particular day

To this village of green

Came the most heinous plague

That they ever had seen

Twenty-five thousand mice

Who came looking for cheese,

Quickly flooded the streets

With both fear and disease.

Then above all the screams

Of both women and child

There arose a great roar,

Rather primal and wild.

It was Bottomless Jack

And quite famished was he

So on vermin he fed

With such ferocity.

Lock up all your cupboards

And hide all the drink

If you hate going hungry

Don’t take time to think

It’s the only sure way

To avoid the attack

Of the ravenous, man

They call Bottomless Jack

When Jack finished his meal

Of such rodent delight

A remarkable miracle

Happened that night

His hunger was cured

To a permanent end

And with one final belch

He was resting again.

And by saving the town he

Became known far and wide

As a hero and legend

Till the day that he died.

So remember this story

When you’re craving a snack,

And recall ye the ballad

Of Bottomless Jack

Bill and Spot

from, Words with No Melody

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1992 David H. Smith Jr.

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See Bill.

See Bill run.

See Spot.

See Spot run.

Spot likes Bill a lot.

Watch Bill run away from Spot.

Watch Spot catch Bill.

See Spot humping Bill's leg?

Bill hates Spot.

Boogie with The Lawman Blues

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1988 David H. Smith Jr.

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Better bring all your ladies off the streets tonight

Because these lowdown lawbreakers just can’t get it right

And when we get together and we get off on the sound

God help us all if the lawman comes to town

We got caught growin hash

But saved our little souls

With the cold, hard, cash

No time for living right

Cause we bought off every lawman

In the town tonight

Take it from me

You got to set yourself free

From the lawman

Bad cash, and bad vibes

Our local downtown policeman

Got caught at taking bribes

But its O.K.

Cause that rockin’ downtown lawman

Started playing in the band today.

When the lawman comes to town

You better get your boogie down.

Breathing is Important

From 10 Songs for The Chorus Rehearsal

Written for The Corning-Painted Post Music Dept.

Written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 2004 David H. Smith Jr.

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Breathing is important every time we sing

How we use our diaphragm means everything

Keeping the rhythm flowing and our posture strong

Enunciate the words to each and every song

Here among your friends is right where you belong

Bubble Gum

From 10 Songs for The Chorus Rehearsal

Written for The Corning-Painted Post Music Dept.

Written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 2004 David H. Smith Jr.

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Someone is chewing chewing bubble gum

Bubble gum, double trouble

Bubble gum, please take your bubble gum

And save it for another day

Candles and Wine

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1988 David H. Smith Jr.

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Somewhere along the way

We hurt each other

So true, all the words I said to you

But nothing left to say

Nothing left to do

Candles and wine

Living a memory

Thinking how things used to be

Keep me in mind

If you’re finding another one

Who says he loves you just like me

Because a love on the run

Can always find someone

Who never likes to sleep alone

And over Candles and Wine

I think I can bring you home

Night time was all we had

With one another

In my dreams,

Pictures of you fill my needs

But waking up to see

No one next to me.

Candles and wine

Living a memory

Thinking how things used to be

Keep me in mind

If you’re finding another one

Who says he loves you just like me

Because a love on the run

Can always find someone

Who never likes to sleep alone

And over Candles and Wine

I think I can bring you home

Because a love on the run

Can always find someone

Who never likes to sleep alone

And over Candles and Wine

I think I can bring you home

Cardboard Box

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1989 David H. Smith Jr.

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There’s a hole in the cardboard box where I sleep

And the rain falls through on my head

There’s only one thing left that my good soul can keep

Cause the tax man took away my bed

The only things that I once knew

Are just memories in my mind

And sometimes I cry a little

There’s a man next door in a box like mine

And the rain falls through on his head

There’s only one thing left that his good soul can keep

Cause the tax man took away his bed

The only things that he once knew are

Just pictures in his mind

And sometimes he smiles a little

There’s a knock at my door I don’t want to let him in

But the choice is not mine to make

Well I know what he wants cause he’s been there before

There’s only one thing left he can take.

The only thing that I own now is

A cardboard box-my home

And they’re taking it away

I should move away

But there’s a man next door in a box like mine

And he says I can stay for a while

So I move right in and we lock all the doors

Now all we do is sit and smile

The only thing that we know now

Is a cardboard box- our home

We’re not alone…anymore.

There’s a hole in the cardboard box where I sleep

And the rain falls through on my head.

Children of Yesterday

Tribute to the Hardin County Bus Crash

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1988 David H. Smith Jr.

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A long and lonely night awaits a mother

Her child won’t come home through the door today

An angry man just poured himself another

He’ll never know the joy he took away

Away, don’t go away

Nobody lives a life by the dreams of yesterday

Away, don’t go away

I know its wrong when on ones left to play

With children of yesterday

I walk on down the stairs to meet the morning

And by my side an empty chair I see

How long can they refuse to hear the warning

And take away our heart, our family

Standing by the stone

So cold and all alone

Never really knew the reason why

Where do these people go

When prisons overflow

I find it hard to say the word good-bye

Away, don’t go away

Nobody lives a life by the dreams of yesterday

Away, don’t go away

I know its wrong I wrote this song today

For children of yesterday

Christmas Package

Written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1995 David H. Smith Jr.

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I’m a Christmas package underneath the Christmas tree

Take away the ribbon and see what’s inside of me

A big, big present from the guy in the sleigh

But wait, Don’t open me until Christmas day

Wake up in the morning

And you’ll find

Many Christmas gifts of every kind

Some with ribbons

And a bow or two

How could Santa not remember you

I’m a Christmas package underneath the Christmas tree

Take away the ribbon and see what’s inside of me

A big, big present from the guy in the sleigh

But wait, Don’t open me until Christmas day

Down the chimney Santa

Brings us down

Just for every girl and

Boy in town

Wrapped in Christmas paper

Red and green

Were the cutest presents

We have seen

I’m a Christmas package underneath the Christmas tree

Take away the ribbon and see what’s inside of me

A big, big present from the guy in the sleigh

But wait, Don’t open me until Christmas day

I’m a Christmas package underneath the Christmas tree

Take away the ribbon and see what’s inside of me

A big, big present from the guy in the sleigh

But you better not open me until Christmas day

Merry Christmas!

Come To Me Softly

By David H Smith Jr.

Come to me softly and don't look back.

There's nothing there to see,

just...black.

Only good things are waiting here;

not trial,

not judgement,

nor guilty tears.

Afraid to speak, I stood aside.

In silent admiring gaze..

I cried.

Then wishing just to talk a while,

helplessly I watched you smile.

My eyes were forced to watch the floor

as you looked up to smile once more;

for you were spoken for by him,

which surely made my chances grim.

I've kept my silence well 'till now,

but let my feelings show somehow.

Perhaps it was your special way

of knowing just what to say.

Or maybe just an act of fate

led us both through cupid's gate

to grant each one the rarest sight

of lover's love that now burns bright.

Now...

Whisper three sweet words to me,

and I can promise you will be

taken far from sorry times.

Your new world's safe,

My love is blind.

Cry For The Whales

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1988 David H. Smith Jr.

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On a cold and windy Monday

a hunter breaks the waves

hunting down the whale

numbering the days

the silence is broken

by the lookout's lonely cry

another mighty whale

one this day will die

is it worth the smell of sweet perfume

when the sailors are returning soon

to lead the only life

the only life that they will ever know

to kill and kill again

Oh what kind of men are we

listen to the whale song

the tears beneath the sea

a thousand voices are calling to me

let down your sails

and set your spirit free

They've been crying out to us for years

to stop the bloodshed and tears

and make a cry.

a cry that we perhaps have yet to hear

Cryin' for the whales

I'm crying for the whales

cry for the whales...

The Diaphragm

From 10 Songs for The Chorus Rehearsal

Written for The Corning-Painted Post Music Dept.

Written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 2004 David H. Smith Jr.

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Place your hand where the diaphragm goes

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Under stand that the diaphragm helps the breath

Go ha ha ha

Place your hand where the diaphragm goes

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Understand that the diaphragm helps the breath go

Ha ha ha

Keep your shoulders low

When breathing we should know

You cant go wrong

With a song

When you use the diaphragm you

Help it along

Place your hand where the diaphragm goes

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Understand that the diaphragm helps the breath

Go ha ha ha

Helps the breath go ha ha ha

Helps the breath go ha ha

Everyone needs a hero.

By David H Smith Jr.

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Everyone needs a hero.

Your hero may be someone you look up to

Whose shoulder you can lean on,

And when needed, to even cry on.

They bring comfort in times of crisis,

And right the wrongs of every injustice

There are heroes old

and heroes young.

And some who's song is never sung.

Tonight we sing for unsung heroes

Who protect us every day

With no reward, no trophy,

No medal, or parade.

Everything is Music

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1988 David H. Smith Jr.

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Here we are

At last one night

Alone

Neither with a word to say

Suddenly a magic fills the room

Now I have the strength

To start a new day!

Walk beside me

Loves inside me and everything is music now

Search your spirit

Can you hear it

A song playing in my heart for you

My only wish was someday you'd love me

Somehow

And everything is music now

Deep inside your mind

You know it's true

I'm to be the man of your dreams

See it in my smile of love for you

Having you to hold is all my life needs!

Deep inside your mind

You know it's true

I'm to be the man of your dreams

See it in my smile of love for you

Having you to hold is all my life needs!

I don't want to be misled by

Things that you may do or say

So hold my heart with careful hands

And by your love

I will be music

Be music!

I'm music!

Walk beside me

Love's inside me

And everything is music now

Search your spirit

Can you hear it?

A song playing in my heart for you

My only wish was that someday you'd love me

Somehow, and everything is music now...

Everything is music now!

Fabulous Vocabulous

From 10 Songs for The Chorus Rehearsal

Written for The Corning-Painted Post Music Dept.

Written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 2004 David H. Smith Jr.

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Fabulous vocabulous are musical words that you should know

And when you sing this major chord you’re gonna feel fine

From head to toe

Modulate to a minor key by lowering the third

Glissando a smother chromatic slide

Fermatas are usually preceded by a rallantando

Oh! Subito piano fabulous vocabulous are musical words that you should know

And when you sing this major key you’re gonna feel fine from head to toe

Here’s the bridge it connects the chorus and the verse.

A different theme; it provides more music to rehearse

Sing the root

Sing the third

Sing the fifth

Seventh too.

Fabulous vocabulous are musical words that you should know

And when you sing this major chord you’re gonna feel fine

From head to toe

Her it is now our second verse

With short, staccato notes

Legato, a long connected phrase

This mambo, it has a form that’s known as

A sonata-rondo….OH!

Almost to the ending…

Fabulous vocabulous are musical words that you should know

And when you sing this major chord you’re gonna feel fine

From head to toe

when you sing this major chord you’re gonna feel fine

From head to toe

Farewell To Love

Written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 2001 David H. Smith Jr.

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Farewell to love

The words I told the morning

Farewell to love

That brought each new day dawning

Now the days grow long

And every cloud is gray

The winter’s growing cold

Each passing day

As well my breaking heart

I’ll say farewell to love

It echoes for the world to hear

Yes I’ll remember you my dear

And times when we were young

And when the winter’s gone

And all young lover’s meet the spring

My song remains the same

The song I sing

My farewell to love.

Through silent tears

A cloudy vision came to me

There I could see

The perfect pair

We came to be

Now my world has changed

You haunt my every dream

I think of you each hour

Of every day

But thoughts can’t make you mine

I ‘ll say farewell to love

It echoes for the world to hear

Yes I’ll remember you my dear

And times when we were young

And when the winter’s gone

And all young lover’s meet the spring

My song remains the same

The song I sing

My farewell to love.

What’s to say when

Its over and done

At least there’s still goodbye

And I’ll tell myself

I’m over you

And sing, I will sing

I ‘ll say farewell to love

It echoes for the world to hear

Yes I’ll remember you my dear

And times when we were young

And when the winter’s gone

And all young lover’s meet the spring

My song remains the same

The song I sing

My farewell to love.

Fishin Hole

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1984 David H. Smith Jr.

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A Peaceful place for pa and me

To laugh and joke and wish

For just a few more hours

And just another fish

Although it sometimes rained

And we yearned to head back home

We had each others company

Being glad we weren’t alone

CHORUS: Our fishin’ hole

Down by the riverbed god

Save his gentle soul

Pa rest your head, he’s

Growing old, me mama said

Oh those times down at the river meant a lot to me

But as I grew much older I began to see

That pa no longer seemed to have the fun he’d

Had before, I saw just how that man had changed

As he stood along the shore

CHORUS….

How if I had a little boy I’d take him there sometime

To laugh and joke and wish and while and maybe take the time

To close my eyes I can’t believe I still can see his face

Those times I miss my father, I go back to the place

Our fishin’ hole

Down by the riverbed

God save his gentle soul

Pa rest your head

He’s growin’ old

My mama said

He’s growin’ old, my mama said

Fly Away

By David H Smith Jr.

Across the valleys and seas I've flown

Sang with the birds, played on the stars.

I fell as the leaves when the winter's cold came,

and cried as the willow weeps for the new spring.

My wings have been made heavy

by the storm of lover's pain.

Made to know the land alone,

a sentence that killed the song of my soul.

And now, by the sound of your voice on my ear,

the sad willow smiles; and its sweet melody

brings lift to my wings to sail as before!

From the touch of your song, I can fly once more.

Folder Song, The

From 10 Songs for The Chorus Rehearsal

Written for The Corning-Painted Post Music Dept.

Written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 2004 David H. Smith Jr.

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Its time to hand out the folders its time to hand out the folders

Its time to hand out the folders , so we can now begin.

Please handle them with care, and don’t forget to share

Its time to hand out the folders so we can now begin.

Its time to pass in the folders its time to hand in the folders

Its time to pass in the folders for now our time is done.

Please handle them with care and don’t forget to share

Its time to pass in the folders , for now our time is done

Forgotten Lady

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1986 David H. Smith Jr.

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I look into your eyes, remembering all the times

We used to share the only things we know

But maybe lovin’ isn’t quite enough

To take away the pain I’m thinkin’ of, we

Needed more than the two of us could give

CHORUS: So please forgotten lady, don’t throw our dreams away

You know I can’t hide a light from this world forever

Hold me one more time let me find the words to say

Now I’m living out my only dream, cause futures lie few

And far between. I really don’t know where I’m goin’ tomorrow

And even as a stranger rollin’ in, there’s not enough

Time to look back again, and think about the tings

That I should have done..

CHORUS:

Bridge: Never give up on me baby, just a few more days

Giving me one more chance lady I could see it your way

I’ll never forget the way you stood beside me.

Here to guide me, my forgotten lady.

Four Wooden Tulips

By David H Smith Jr.

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Four wooden tulips,

On this Valentine’s Day

To show my emotions

In a really weird way

They really aren’t soft

And certainly don’t smell

But they’re given with love

(in case you can’t tell)

There once was a time

They were given to kings;

Or sold, bought and traded for

Other fine things.

But these flowers won’t die,

Never wither or fade

As neither our love will.

For this, nothing I’ll trade.

So why four wooden tulips?

What’s their purpose in life?

To remind you of

Each wonderful year

That you’ve been my wife.

All my love,

David

February 13, 2003

The Girls on The Wall

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1991 David H. Smith Jr.

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It gets so easy sometimes

To fall in love with you

The time we had are heavy on my mind

But my fears of the tears

And the heartaches still remind me

Of the pain of the girls and the games I left behind

So I sit cold in a room all alone

With my cover girl sweethearts

They’re the girls in the frames with no names

They’re my works of art

They just hang on the wall

And they don’t bitch at all

So I can’t complain they’re the only

Kind of lovers that’s ever gonna win my heart.

The girls on the wall are always true to me

And they never fail to be just what I want them to be

The girls on the wall are always comin through

And they never fail to do

Just what I want them to do.

How could I not remember

The first night that we met

You were lookin so lovely

On the cover of a magazine

And in passions of rage

I just tore of the page

And you gave a smile

I could have swore that your told me

Hold me I’m ready and wild.

If what the captions say is true my love

I’d be a fool for just one night with you

And If you give yourself to me, my love

I promise not to turn the page its true

I’m lost in you.

The girls on the wall are always true to me

And they never fail to be just what I want them to be

The girls on the wall are always comin through

And they never fail to do

Just what I want them to do.

Hello Joe

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1984 David H. Smith Jr.

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Hello Joe, are you feeling mighty weary?

Hello Joe, are you feeling mighty down?

You’ve been out late at night

Playing songs for a dime

Hey Joe can you talk

Can you give me some of your precious time

It took a while but we could see Joe wasn’t happy

He chose the road over us

He said I’m setting out to see

What a music man can be

He said Ma I love you all

And If I get a chance I’ll call

And he drove away

Mama poured her heart out to grandma

The kids really haven’t been takin it well

I thought I heard her say

Me and sister used to pray

Hey Joe can you talk

Can you give me some of your precious time

One night in my room

I started praying

Bright lights began to shine

Down from the sky

Whatever could it be

That took Joe away from me,

The voice said Joe will come back home

He’s tired of being alone

He cried today.

The next day a stranger stood in our doorway

He said boy is your mama around

He said I’ve come from far away

Will you ask her if I can stay?

I’m Joe and I’m back home

I’m tired of being alone

I cried today

I’m Joe and I’m back home

I’m tired of being alone

I cried today

High Over You

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1989 David H. Smith Jr.

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I sit stoned all alone

in the middle of a daisy field

I think I might spend the night

with a girl whose gonna make me feel

everything's alright.

maybe its you tonight.

I gotta try justt a little harder

nowadays to get somewhere

I used to do what was right but now I,

I just don't care

at times I can't recall.

I feel no pain at all.

I'm breakin' under the pressure

my body's burning inside

my tired soul sings surrender

tonight I gotta get high

you love was all that could save me

There's only one thing left to do

I'll stay here tonight

High as a kite

I'm gettin' high over you.

I can't imagine what life would be like

with no snow on the ground

but once you're in flight

it isn't nice when you're cryin'

on the way back down

I got my finger on the trigger

but think I really dig her any way

It don't make sense

I don't have enough confidence

to blow this terrible pain away

I'm sailin' out in space

the hurt I can't erase.

I'm breakin' under the pressure

my body's burning inside

my tired soul sings surrender

tonight I gotta get high

you love was all that could save me

There's only one thing left to do

I'll stay here tonight

High as a kite

I'm gettin' high over you

Innocent Touch

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1988 David H. Smith Jr.

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Here I am captured by the light

That’s shining in my heart for you

And you alone can only see

What this life could really mean

If you catch me by surprise, baby then you’ll realize

Just an innocent touch can take me higher

Than I’ve ever, ever, ever been before

And now the time has come to leave you once again

With you I am

Wishing I was more than a friend

There you are

Afraid to show the feelings that you

Feel for me inside

You run and hide

Every time that you are near me

So if you stay a while

You know I can’t resist your smile

Just an innocent touch can take me higher

Than I’ve ever, ever, ever been before

And now the time has come to leave you once again

With you I am

Wishing I was more than a friend

Bridge:

Let’s take a chance and hide away alone

We’ve both been looking for romance

That we can call our own

Believe me girt that when I say to you

If you stay with me tonight

Maybe innocence can make it right.

One kiss good-bye

Before you have to go you know that

I am not afraid

To say I’ve strayed

But people change to save a broken heart

Give me one more chance to play

And you will understand when I say

Just an innocent touch can take me higher

Than I’ve ever, ever, ever been before

And now the time has come to leave you once again

With you I am

Wishing I was more than a friend

In Praise of spring

By David H Smith Jr.

The summer blooms and waits not for spring

winter has stayed too long.

The sun brings death to the last pile of snow,

blackened with cinder, salt and leaves from fall.

The grazing fields, turned quickly green,

have lured my friends from the barn

where oats, and hay

have been the meal each day.

By now they must stand by the old white fence,

and wait for the apples they know I'll bring.

For every year I've brought them fruit

at the start of each new spring.

I've walked there many times this year

and thought,

"Where could those two be?"

But today they must be there.

I shall walk once more to see.

Arriving near the rotted gate

I scanned the field, called out their names.

And as I waited to see again

the eager eyes from familiar friends,

the farmer's wife leaned out the door

where the horses used to come before.

"They died last year", the woman said.

"We raise chickens now instead..."

I forced myself to bite my lip,

My hands closed hard with tighter grip.

Three victims fell to nature's fate.

I left the apples on the gate.

Leave The World Behind

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1990 David H. Smith Jr.

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I saw you leave into the darkness

too late to say the things I should have said

I guess I couldn't go the distance

so I set off to find what lie ahead

we knew there had to be a reason

for the changing of the seasons in our lives

but through all the tough horizons

bright bouquets of dandelions we survived

Can't we try to start again

love each other as a friend

take each day at time

and leave the world behind

I couldn't stay away for ever

no matter what the reason was for leaving you

you know the door is always open

if someday you decide that you are lonely too.

we knew there had to be a reason

for the changing of the seasons in our lives

but through all the tough horizons

bright bouquets of dandelions we survived

Can't we try to start again

love each other as a friend

take each day at time

and leave the world behind

Oh it seems like a lifetime since

I kissed you like I did before

but it doesn't have to be that way again.

cause your heart just sparkes fire and

your comin through my door

baby ain't it great to make amends.

Can't we try to start again

love each other as a friend

take each day at time

and leave the world behind

Leaves

from, Words with No Melody

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1992 David H. Smith Jr.

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See, There!

Dead leaves wave helplessly in the wind,

having fought for their stay on the branch.

Surviving the long, punishing winter winds

they've yearned for the sun,

and the warm greetings of spring.

Summer was such struggle

and fall such torment

what a welcomed relief

spring would have been...

Must nature be so cruel

to never grant a glimmer

of season to the galant,

the brave, and the strong?

Leaving, Leaving, Leaving the heroes to die!

The Lehigh Rail

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1991 David H. Smith Jr.

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Starin’ out the window

On an Amtrak train

Thinkin’ ‘bout the girl I left behind me

I got lots of time for thinkin’ ‘bout the

Reason I’ve been drinkin’

So at ten a.m. you know where to find me.

Its just me and the blues

And my buddy Jack Daniels

Singin sorrow to the rails below

But the pain is rollin’ away with the train

So I’ll ride as far as I can go

Gonna take weekend ride

On the countryside over you

Ridin on this train takes away allt he pain

That I’ve kept inside cause of you.

Gonna take a ride

On the country side

And I know

The Lehigh Rail is only way to roll

We were doin’ O’K you and me in L.A.

Till you found another rock-n-roll lover

I gave you all I had till our love gone bad

Then it had to be one or the other.

Now the fans gather ‘round

As I roll into town

With the train whistle callin’ out your name

Yeah the people want a show

So I’m ready to go

I’m gonna show ‘em how to ride this train

Gonna take weekend ride

On the countryside over you

Ridin on this train takes away all the pain

That I’ve kept inside cause of you.

Gonna take a ride

On the country side

And I know

The Lehigh Rail is only way to roll

Long Way From Love

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1989 David H. Smith Jr.

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I can’t imagine life without the one I love

But she never gave me what I need most

I kept the pain she kept our Chelsea Village home

I should be, lucky to at least have all my sanity

I’m a long way from love but so close to peace of mind

I don’t want to find the time to be lonely

I’m a long way from love, and I know I’ll never find

Someone else who is as kind

As she was….

At night I close my eyes to imagine she was here

If I could, just convince her how I’ve changed my ways

She be loving me in the ways that always made me crazy

I guess I never realize just how good I had it then.

I’m a long way from love but so close to peace of mind

I don’t want to find the time to be lonely

I’m a long way from love, and I know I’ll never find

Someone else who is as kind

As she was to me.

Time grows so short I need to get myself together

I want to blow this town for ever and start again

Oh my problem is plain to see, I’m a man that has no cause

I don’t know how this whole damn trip came so quick

As so easily

I’m a long way from love but so close to peace of mind

I don’t want to find the time to be lonely

I’m a long way from love, and I know I’ll never find

Someone else who is as kind

As she was to me,

Little Miss Laurie

By David H Smith Jr.

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Little Miss Laurie

Went to the fair

Where she spied a young laddie

Who was working there

She said , Aye lad I know you

Do ya know who I be

I’m a lady who loved you

A lai-dee dai dee.

He gazed in her blue eyes

Then hung his head low

He said lassie I know ya

From so long ago

And its so good to see you

For I loved you once too

But the times they’ve been changing

A lai-dee dai doo.

Little Miss Laurie

Turned right away

When the lad tried to slow her

She answered him “neigh”

I’m a lady who loved you

But your lover no more

Just a poor heart that’s achin’

A lai-dee dai dor

If you ever be goin’

To the Bellamy Fair

And you happen to see

A certain lad there

You can tell him a lassie

Who remembers him well,

Still loves her young laddie

A lai-dee dai dell.

You can tell him a lassie

Who remembers him well,

Still loves her young laddie

A lai-dee dai dell.

Livin’ out of Love

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1988 David H. Smith Jr.

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Love is like and ember burin’ deep into the night

To cold to spark flames and yet to hot to say goodnight

Now’s the time to say good-bye so here t am, alone

In the darkness once again

In the day I look to you your eyes have turned away

I have so much to say but babe your world gets in the way

The sun goes down you turn around and see me as a man

More than friend not quite a love, I just don’t understand

CHORUS: Livin’ outta love

Livin’ outta love

Hot and cold give and take I’m livin’ outta love

Livin’ outta love

Fallin into danger you’re nothin’ but a stranger

You were livin’ outta love . whoa, whoa, whoa

You play the games I broke the chains I’m standing on my own

It isn’t worth the broken heart I’d rather be alone

Now it’s time to go away and leave the pain behind

Tomorrow when you look for me, the only thing you’ll find.

Repeat chorus and out

Love's Got A Hold On Me

written by David H. Smith Jr.

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It's quarter till two

Just me and you

Love's got a hold on,

A hold on me

You're drawing the line

Your hand holding mine

Love's got a hold on me

Together we'll go

A vodio doe

Movin and a groovin

Just taking it slow

Its easy to see

You're my cup of tea

Love's got a hold on me

Bridge:

Whoa hey mama

What you say?

Your bad boy's

Looking pretty good today

I'll leave if you ask

But stay if I could

Alone we're alright

But together were good

I got lovin to spare,

Lovin to loan,

Any amount of lovin

That'll make you my own

I got the blues by the mile

Yet I'm walking in style

Love's got a hold on me.

Whoa hey mama

What you say?

Your bad boy's

Looking pretty good today

The sun's gonna shine

I'm crossin that line

Come on sweet sugar

Won't you give me a sign

UhhOh

Look at the time

Its quarter till nine

Either way you look at it

Its been mighty fine

From now until then

Till we meet again

Love will have a hold on me.

My Imaginary Friend

By David H Smith Jr.

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I’d like you to meet

My imaginary friend

You could have one too

Its so easy to pretend

We always stick together

As true as buds can be

My imaginary friend and me

My Love Can Make You Happy

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1991 David H. Smith Jr.

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I never promised you my soul

but gave my heart and hand for you to hold

whereever you go take my memory with you

this you keep in mind

My love can make you happy

truely very happy

and save you from a world of pain and

if your soul grows weary

your heart may change your mind

and bring you back into my arms

to once again restore the charms of love

Why must you leave again this way

my heart vows not to live another day

I can't believe you say that you don't love me

you don't need me now.

Maybe I should be the fool

after all you were the cruel one

how should I again find someone new?

My love can make you happy

truely very happy

and save you from a world of pain and

if your soul grows weary

your heart may change your mind

and bring you back into my arms

to once again restore the charms of love

My Old Friends

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1985 David H. Smith Jr.

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A friend of mine is someone who always shows they care

And never wants to judge you by the ragged clothes you wear

And who’s always there to catch you if you stumble or you fall

And someone who will listen if you need someone to call

We will all stick together my old friends

We will all stick together

Let us love one another

We will all stick together my old friends

You all know of the problems

And how we took the blame

You saw behind our troubles

And loved us just the same

Oh it took a lot of courage

To go that extra mile

And give us what we needed so

That ever loving smile

We will all stick together my old friends

We will all stick together

Let us love one another

We will all stick together my old friends

No if you have a problem

And you don’t know what to do

Reach out your hand

We understand.

We’ll help you see it through

Oh no matter what the problem is

No matter what the cost

That’s what all our friends are for

Without them we’d be lost.

Somewhere down the road we’ll find

Surviving’s mighty rough

And a part-time with mouths to feed

Is simply not enough

And all those times when it seems to us

Enjoying life is through

And we’re looking for the answer,

I say what are we gonna do?

We will all stick together my old friends

We will all stick together

Let us love one another

We will all stick together my old friends

Nanny’s Song

By David H Smith Jr.

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written 04/01/04

D7 G

Down a way below the valley

C G

Among the shanties old

C G

There stood old nanny’s shanty

A7 D7

And so the story’s told

Her eyes were like the mornin’

C G

Her voice was like the sea

C G

And in that dreary shanty

G D7 G

She would sing her songs to me

G

Far away

D7

Far away

G D7 G

Far away beyond the shanty

I remember clear and often

When times were hard as stone

Still empty halls would echo

With the tune of nanny’s song

The fire was never blazin’

The cupboards all were bare

But life was worth the livin’

Just as long as she was there.

Far away

Far away beyond the shanty

Time was ne’er a friend to Nanny

And soon there came the day

When angels came a callin’

And took our nan away

And now I stand here mournin’

By the waves along the shore

I’d give up all that matters

Just to hear her sing once more

Far away

Far away beyond the shanty

The Night can Be Cruel

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1989 David H. Smith Jr.

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Walk into the night time my friend

And feel the dew drops

Beginning to fall

On the ground beneath your feet

Your willpower was weak.

You see the streetlamp spinning ‘round

Walk into the daylight and then

You say your head is just spinning around

Nothing matters anymore,

You’re reaching for the door

And its nowhere to be found

Waking up early on a Sunday morning

Is a difficult thing to do

I won’t forget just how much I regret

Spending the entire night without you

Yes, the night can be cruel

Can’t imagine any other love

I pray to heaven up above that you’ll stay

We can run away and hide

Just put my tenderness aside

And there’s a night owl on the prowl

Waking up early on a Sunday morning

Is a difficult thing to do

I won’t forget just how much I regret

Spending the entire night without you

Yes, the night can be cruel

O Have You Seen My Rose

Written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1985 David H. Smith Jr.

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Up on a time there grew a flower that only lived to drink of the rain and wallow in the sun.

She never cried she never wept until the day her lovely garden stream ran dry

Oh have you seen my rose among the thorns she grows

a falling rain, a ray of the sun can save her again

And when she fades away on some sweet summer day,

Them I will say goodbye until she blooms next spring.

And through the hills her story’s told and only a thorn can understand why the endings never shared. And for the few who knew her well, the rumor stands and leaves the truth to die with her.

Oh have you seen my rose among the thorns she grows

a falling rain, a ray of the sun can save her again

And when she fades away on some sweet summer day,

Them I will say goodbye until she blooms next spring.

On To You

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1991 David H. Smith Jr.

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Alone at night you start your cold heart runnin

Cause out on the road I’m in my steel wheels comin home

Too many nights you’ve been alone and lonely

Been to long since you’ve held me in your arms

Bridge:

One long night and I’m on my way

To get back home where I wanna stay

They say wild lovin is suicide

But you don’t know what I feel inside

What I’m dying for

Is just to give you more

Girl you’re telling me

You were sure born ready

But how do you know

That you’re gonna to be ready for me

So lay back, relax, take a good look honey

I’m ready for fun and I don’t mean maybe please..

One long night and I’m on my way

To get back home where I wanna stay

They say wild lovin is suicide

But you don’t know what I feel inside

If you only knew

What I wanna do

When I come on to you

I’ll be making your dreams of the night come true

When I come on to you

You’ll be feeling my thunder

With the love from down under comin’ through.

Parting Song, The

From 10 songs for the Chorus Rehearsal

Written for the Corning-Painted Post Music Dept.

Written By David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1996 David H. Smith Jr.

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Now the time has come for parting

Friendship made in song

Wishing now that time won’t be keeping us

Far apart too long

Just keep this simple melody

In your heart and in your mind

And you’ll never be

No never be alone

You’ll never be, no

Never be alone.

A Path in Potsdam

By David H Smith Jr.

I took a walk again tonight

but this time 'twas alone;

along uprooted sidewalks

that led to downtown homes.

I slumbered down the dark side streets,

and trod the soggy autumn path,

whose leaveslie drenched from November rains;

(many lost to city drains).

As hours passed, the wind came bold.

My breath blew white and my feet grew cold.

I turned to start back home again,

and saw a path by a river's bend

A trail along its banks

called my heart to travel there,

promised peace and fond memories;

It did not refuse the dare.

Now on the path where we used to go,

I remembered well our walks through snow,

our thinking-tree that leaned over the shore,

and the park bench where I kissed you

(that's not there anymore).

I thanked the river and the trail

before I left this place,

but as I neared the street again

a tear had found my face

I took a walk again tonight,

but this time 'twas alone,

along uprooted sidewalks

that led to downtown homes.

The Plight of Dummy the Pit-bull

By David H Smith Jr.

What a name (I bear with shame)

is Dummy for an intelligent dog?

He kicks me, beats me

and tells me I'm bad;

I'm really an impeccable canine.

I lay on my bed as I watch him approach

with a raised hand to swat my snout.

"What have I done?" I try to exclaim,

"What is all this violence about?"

Probably scars from a troubled boyhood

are the only reasons I know

for his cussing, hitting, and tobacco spittin;

such a horrible habit I hate so!

"Well just imagine that."

says my friend, Stupid the cat.

"He's no smarter than a green, slimy frog."

"What right does he have to give such a name,

as Dummy for an intelligent dog?"

The Poor Man’s Rhyme

from, Words with No Melody

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1992 David H. Smith Jr.

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Come eat with the poor

our table is ready

with all that we have to share.

We've gone to the garden

and picked the fields clean

to fatten your belly

now the cupboards are bare.

Don't ever be shy

to dish second helpings

there's plenty o' greens in the pot.

You're a guest in our house,

don't eat like a mouse.

It's better to gorge than to not!

A Prayer of Dedication

By David H Smith Jr.

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Heavenly Lord

Creator of all things,

Now we bow before thee

Seeking thy salvation.

Grateful for

Your everlasting love

We raise our voices singing

Hymns of celebration

I am Thine,

Oh Lord Divine!

Rock of my salvation (Psalms 117:22)

On this day we shall give thanks and pray

Our prayer of dedication

Our ancestors (Psalms 22:4)

In You Lord,

In you they trusted

And you delivered them

Generations before us

We will not fear (Psalms 46:2)

Although the earth may change

Though mountains shake

In the heart of the sea

Alleluia, Amen

Pride of Wavery March

written by David H. Smith Jr.

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There's only one place that keeps me singing my song of praise

So loud

And tame

Along the hillside

Across the ocean

Above the sky so warm and blue

And if you ask me

Just where I come from

I'll say

There's just one place to be

And that's the place where everybody likes

To love the town of wavery

A Romantic's Wound

By David H Smith Jr.

Gaze upon my heart

only now with greater care.

Do you not see whose name is

burned deep into its flesh?

Surely tis not of those who scorn me

and not of those who....

bore me with their indifference

but only of one.

Tis she who holds God's creatures

in such high regards, and

hence herself held by me

in nothing less than the same.

Tis she who loves the earth

not for what it holds for her,

but for what she gives the earth!

Oh but what dismal futures I see;

for that name, burned by such

immense disposition shall never be

healed by you who bare it,

but forever remain a frightening scar.

Rowdy Seniors

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1985 David H. Smith Jr.

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The things that I remember as I look back on the year

Freshman with their diet colas

And seniors with their beer

Parties every Friday Night

And detention after school

We are rowdy seniors

We burnt the golden rule

We are rowdy seniors,

And we know how to party

Just give us an inch we take a mile

We do what we want to

Never doing what we have to

Fellow friends I’m proud to say

I leave you with a smile

You can say without a doubt

The senior life’s for me

Skipping school in broad daylight

And flunking chemistry

Homework doesn’t seem to mean

What it did before.

We are rowdy seniors

We don’t do it anymore

We are rowdy seniors,

And we know how to party

Just give us an inch we take a mile

We do what we want to

Never doing what we have to

Fellow friends I’m proud to say

I leave you with a smile

But before too long there’ll come a time

When we will move away

No more loud and rowdy parties

That last from night till day

And before we go I’d like to say

We don’t care about a thing

Cause we are rowdy seniors

And we are gonna sing

We are rowdy seniors,

And we know how to party

Just give us an inch we take a mile

We do what we want to

Never doing what we have to

Fellow friends I’m proud to say

I leave you with a smile

Fellow friends I’m proud to say

I leave you with a smile

Shake it at ’em Suzy

written by David H. Smith Jr.

For DownUnder 08/19/91

Copyright c 1991 David H. Smith Jr.

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[A blues-rock swing]

Well there’s a pretty little number in our neighborhood

She drives the local me wild they say she’s really good

There’s only one way to get her into your car

She love’s to hear the blues of a screaming guitar.

Goes by the name of Susie Malone

Shake it at ‘em Susie and you won’t go home alone

Shake, shake it at ‘em Susie

Shake, it at ‘em Susie

Shake, shake it at ‘em Susie

Shake, it at ‘em Susie

And you won’t be goin home alone

Susie’s struttin’ through the bar, looking for some fun

Heightens up her dress and she hooks another one

No ones gonna tell her what she ain’t gonna do

Who knows her next one might be you

Walk out the door and you’re on your own

Shake it at ‘em Susie and you won’t go home alone

Shake, shake it at ‘em Susie

Shake, it at ‘em Susie

Shake, shake it at ‘em Susie

Shake, it at ‘em Susie

And you won’t be goin home alone

Well Susie’s getting ready for bringing home the band

And a sucker for a pretty face is what I am

She’s shakin’ and a makin’ man a mess outta me

I’m going home with Susie that’s easy to see

I wanna hear some screamin reamin’ maybe a moan

Shake it at em’ Susie and you won’t go home alone.

Shake, shake it at ‘em Susie

Shake, it at ‘em Susie

Shake, shake it at ‘em Susie

Shake, it at ‘em Susie

And you won’t be goin home alone

Shake, it at ‘em Susie and you won’t be goin home alone (repeat)

A Song to Begin

From 10 Songs for The Chorus Rehearsal

Written for The Corning-Painted Post Music Dept.

Written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 2004 David H. Smith Jr.

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My friends its time to begin

And start off this hour with a smile and a song

Forget your troubles and cares

Come in and prepare for a time we can share

Be kind to your neighbor and lend them a hand

Kindness is one thing we all understand

Remember our manners as we start the day

Singing a song with a friend a friend

Singing a song with a friend.

So Nice of You to Come

From 10 songs for the Chorus Rehearsal

Written for the Corning-Painted Post Music Dept.

Written By David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 2004 David H. Smith Jr.

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Hello, you’re late! So nice of you to come you

Really should have been here You’ve missed quite a lot.

Too bad you’re late Yet welcome-none -the –less We’re

Really glad to see you here with us So nice to have you here at last!

Student Teacher Appreciation Song, The

From 10 songs for the Chorus Rehearsal

Written for the Corning-Painted Post Music Dept.

Written By David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 2004 David H. Smith Jr.

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Mister Becker

We hat e to have to see you leave from here

You’ve been cool

At our school

We hope our class has filled your heart with cheer

You have way of brightening up our day

The little things you do just make us laugh

And though at times

You nearly lost your mind

You never seemed to lose it

And you helped us learn our music

Mister Becker, Mister Becker

We really did enjoy your gift of chat

You can sure play

A good piano

That’s a handy skill no matter where your at

So as you go, there’s something you should know

Wherever you may roam or what you do.

We sure had fun

Too bad our time is done.

Mister Becker

We thank you

Mister Becker

We thank you!

Take Me

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1991 David H. Smith Jr.

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Intro...

You call out my name

And I come a runnin'

Look in my eyes

I'm blinded by lovin'

And I can't refuse

Your way of sweet talkin'

Turn out the lights

Let's do it right

Take me

I'm yours...

CHORUS

Take me I'm yours

Don't turn me away

Just ask me to stay

Give me your heart

Don't hide away

Take me I'm yours

Don't turn away

Take me to flight

Take me tonight

Take me I'm yours...

I know you felt the pain

Of the lovers before me

Cause you knew all along

That it wouldn't be easy

But I'm tellin' you now

That you know how to please me

Together we'll ride

By each other's side

Take me I'm yours...

Take me I'm yours (ah, ah)

Don't turn me away (ah, ah)

Just ask me to stay

Give me your heart

Don't turn away

Take me I'm yours (ah, ah)

And don't turn me away (ah, ah)

Just take me to flight

Take me tonight

Take me I'm yours

ah, ah, ah

I don't want to make excuses

I don't want to make you believe

I don't need you to save my emotions

All I need baby is you lovin' me

CHORUS and out

Take Me Out To Billy’s

Written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1985 David H. Smith Jr.

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Born in a tavern

And raised on white whine

Where the music was loud

And the women were fine

He found him a woman

The hard type to find

She said the bar ain’t a place for a husband of mine

CHORUS: Take me out to Billy’s for the evenin’

We’ll laugh and drink and have ourselves a ball

Take me out to Billy’s for the evenin’

And if you’re looking for us

Just give Billy

Joe’s a call Joe’s a call

He drank through the nights

And slept through the days

Mama told Papa to change his bad ways

But Pa wouldn’t listen

He was too drunk

To hear

He said

It’s ‘bout time I left you

As he drank down a beer

CHORUS…

I made up my mind to sing in a band

I tried to show Daddy

That I was a man

Then thoughts of the bar life

Ran through daddy’s head

He said

You can’t sing in a bar room

Now get on to bed

But I said

CHORUS….

So I made up my mind

To sing in a band

I tried to show Daddy

That I was a man

A two-bit musician

Who felt good inside

I just finished singin’

And thumbed for a ride

BRIDGE: A car came behind me, I turned ‘round to see

My Dad had been to Billy’s

And he came to talk to me

He rolled down the window

And started to cry

And I’ll never forget

All he asked me was, why

I said the only thing

I’ve always wanted to be

Was a two-bit musician

Down at Billy Joe’s bar

And all the people

Would sing along with me…

I heard him say…

Let’s go out to Billy’s for the evening

We’ll laugh and joke and drink

And have ourselves a ball

Let’s go out to Billy’s for the evening

And if you’re looking for us

Just give Billy Joe’s a call

Tears

By David H Smith Jr.

Look deep into my eyes tonight,

and listen to all the things

my weakened lips fail to say

Do you hear their ploy for the conquer?

Do you see the tears they hide,

and feel them burn from my cheek

as they fall upon your brow?

They are yours to keep.

I've cried them for you alone.

And if by chance you cease to shed,

cry my tears instead..

Three Tigers

Written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1985 David H. Smith Jr.

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And today I saw three tigers

rather old and some what worn

who lived in a concrete jungle

that was no less tattered

and just as torn.

These tigers once saw glory

and their roars would bellow loud

Over time they’ve grown quite weary

a bit more saddened a bit less proud.

Three wacky warm ups

From 10 Songs for The Chorus Rehearsal

Written for The Corning-Painted Post Music Dept.

Written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 2004 David H. Smith Jr.

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Biddy Bum

Biddy biddy bum bum be dah boe

Biddy biddy bum bum boe

Biddy biddy bum bum be dah boe

Biddy biddy bum bum boe oh oh

Biddy biddy bum bum oh oh oh

Hum Zooey

Hum zooey hum zooey zay zah zoo

Humma zoo humma zooma

Humma humma hum zooey hum

zooey zay zah humma zooma

humma zooma zooma ma

Hum Deh Ditty

hum deh ditty ditty

dum dum ditty dittu dum dum ditty

hum deh ditty ditty dum dum ditty

hum dum deed ah ah ha!

Variations on a Largo

Written for Crane Chamber Choir

Written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1994 David H. Smith Jr.

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Ah, ah, ah

Adoshem adoshem adoshem

Ah adoshem ooo

Hear the lamb calling me

Judgement has begun

Now thy strife leaves thy

life time on earth is done.

Oh dear lord,

save my soul as I now proclaim

all my fears now are thine

all in glory’s name ah

alleluia alleluia alleluia alleluia alleluia

hear the lamb call to me, louder than before,

enter ye through heavens gate, bid you weep no more

bid you weep no more bid you weep no more, no more

Welcome Back

From 10 songs for The Chorus Rehearsal

Written for the Corning-Painted Post Music Dept.

Written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 2004 David H. Smith Jr.

Member BMI

Substitute any name

Welcome Back Maggie welcome back

Welcome back Maggie welcome back

Welcome back Maggie welcome back

Welcome back welcome back welcome back

Where Are You Lord?

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Copyright c 1985 David H. Smith Jr.

Member BMI

Oh were are you Lord?

Oh I need you Lord?

Take away my troubles

And substitute some joy

Could make a mighty man

Out of this All-American boy

Its seems like no ones up there Lord

It seems that I’m in trouble Lord

I know you’re up there somewhere

On your throne up in the sky

All I need is reassurance

To help this foolish kid get by

I try to stay alive somehow,

But Lord, I’m so desperate now

We prayed to you together

About the problems in our way

All I needed was an answer

I just can’t wait another day.

Now wait I think I hear you Lord

It seems your right here with me Lord

I’m guess I’m always searching

For a hidden prophecy

I see that I have found my answer

All along you’ve been with me

Yes, I needed you Lord

And now, I think I’ve found you Lord

You took away my troubles

And substituted joy

And you made a mighty man

Out of this all American boy.

You Sold Me a Six Pack of Lies

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

written 05/28/03

I used to be a man

Who believed all he was told

An ignorant gullible male

Who used to have you to hold

But now I’m drinkin’ alone

And at least I’m more the wise

You sold me a six pack of lies

You promised me the world

You said you’d never leave

But how was I to know

About that trick up your sleeve

I bought the whole darn story

Now you’re seein’ other guys.

You sold me a six pack of lies.

Refrain:

You sold me a six pack of lies

In hopes that I would drive myself

to drink you off my mind.

And with each and every bottle

The more I realize

You sold me a six pack of lies

You sold me a six pack of lies.

Instrumental

Oh someday I may change my tune

And be your fool again

Forget about your cheatin’ heart

And every other sin

But I’ve fallin’ off the wagon

And my patience is wearin’ thin

So for now I’ll just be sittin here

With a brand new woman

And an ice cold beer

You sold me a six pack of lies

In hopes that I would drive myself

to drink you off my mind.

And with each and every bottle

The more I realize

You sold me a six pack of lies

You sold me a six pack of lies.

I suppose I should forgive you

But on second thought I’ll pass.

I’ll toast you Miss Pinocchio

As I pour another glass.

I’m sore but I can’t help it.

I believed your alibis.

You sold me a six pack of lies

Your Place

written by David H. Smith Jr.

Member BMI

www.backporchtunes.com

Listen to me speak

and don't shut me out this time

I'm hot for you

and tonight...

I'm really gonna let you know how I feel.

If somebody tells you...

"this kid is a drag."

don't you believe them

oh yeah, your mom is a nag

I know she thinks I'm just trying to score again

its true, I'm hot.

no use tryin to pretend

come home with a winner maybe

we can party like the best of 'em baby

Lets go on back to your place

sleep in my arms and never erase

the memory

of love on your face

The look that you gave me

was worth a thousand words

you don't have to say a thing

just let nature take its course.

Oh well can't say I didn't give it

once hell of a try

its just.. I guess the hardest part's

just tryin' to say good-bye

how I wish we were goin farther

come on baby you're just makin' it harder

Lets go on back to your place

sleep in my arms and never erase

the memory

of love on your face

“Reflections on Family Gathering”

The following 30 poems were written

as I remember family “get-togethers”

1. Papa Joe

June 30, 1916; Newberry, PA

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

Papa Joe the Patriarch,

Could light a fire

With just one spark.

He would bring the wood

In from the porch,

Bang off the snow,

And light the torch.

When the snow finally left,

And the spring soon came;

He’d pick Mother’s Day Violets

From afar down the lane.

Every year he would go

On this thistle thick trek.

Though the briars and prickers

Were a pain in the neck

You see the woman was worth it

Every thorn through the glove,

My Grandmother Mary,

The woman he loved.

2. Pulling Taffy

November, 4 1914; Montgomery, PA

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

Pull,

Stretch,

Twist,

Hang.

My arm is so tired.

It’s your turn again

Streaks of red around the hook

Before you sample ask the cook.

Pull,

Stretch,

Twist,

Hang.

Now my arm is tired

It’s your turn again.

Streaks of green, yellow and white

Will we ever get to have some taffy tonight?

Stretch,

Hang,

Pull,

Twist.

Not if we do it wrong.

Here, like this.

3. Thinker

September 8, 1946; Williamsport, PA

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

He warms his back

By the fireplace;

A ruddy glow about his face.

Watching, Listening

Figuring out.

A brand new plan is brewing about.

Numbers, figures, angles and schemes

Ingredients of a thinker’s dream.

Silent chaos inside his mind

A million thoughts in a sliver of time.

4. Around the Maypole

September 13, 1947; Sayre, PA

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

May Day comes but once a year

And mother holds it very dear.

Ribbons red, and Ribbons blue

Violet, green and orange too!

A pleasant feast for queen or king

Made from what each person brings.

On the lawn, they take the test

To see who’s round dance

Is the best.

First the ladies,

Then the men.

Who wind the ribbon yet again.

5. The Hunter

January 27, 1952; Elmira, NY

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

Early mornings

Dark and cold

The wearing of the green

Tales of giants

By men of old

Slipping in unseen.

Four a.m.

A morning meal

Of eggs and bacon sweet,

Beat the morn

A chance to steal

The bitter taste of meat.

Stepping out in morning dark

The pathway’s known quite well.

Leading to

A secret stand

Where few beasts live to tell.

More times than not when he returns

Our hunter brings his prize

We’re thankful to the hunter

The skillful and the wise.

6. By The Fire

December 3, 1966; Sayre, PA

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

Tammy sits

Here by the fire.

The hearth is warm.

Tammy stands

Here by the fire.

Getting warmer.

Tammy rocks

Here by the fire.

“Too hot !”

7. Good Neighbors

November 13, 1923 Plumerville, Arkansas

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

Adopt a grandmother

If it needs to be told

If she is young

Or even quite old

For one mother grand is never enough

And if she’s your neighbor

Then she’s got the right stuff.

Adopt a grandmother

If it needs to be said.

If her hair’s very gray

Or even bright red.

But if she’s your neighbor

There’s no doubt about it.

Better she has hair than being without it.

8. Poor Little Feet

May 19, 1924; South Waverly, PA

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

I remember each word

To this very day,

These phrases of wisdom

From my grandfather, Ray.

“Oh my poor little feet…”

“Hey Ole Buddy!”

“Watch ‘em like hawk.”

“If it looks good, check it again/”

“I weigh 150 lbs.. on this side.”

“Hi ya moinyer”

“I’m thirty-seven...I only count the winters not the summers.”

“See this…(showing bald head)…Acid Rain.”

“W-D- forty”

“Saturday Night Live!”

“Ahhh, Uhhhh, Ahhh…(Tarzan Yell)

…show me the Gorillas.”

“Who’s little Who are you?”

“Ya know they call me Benny the Jew”

“Don’t trust nothing.”

“You ready little ma?”

“You can spell my name forwards or backwards.

Either way: O-T-T-O, or O-T-T-O”

“I don’t know if I’m comin’ or goin’”

So if I should complain about walking the street

I’ll think of my grandfather’s poor little feet.

For the rest of my days

I’ll remember his words,

How he fed little squirrels,

And talked with the birds.

9. Comin’ Through The Front Door

December 30, 1923; Noxen, PA

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

I would sit and wait for grandma Bett

By Papa Joe’s old T.V. set.

She would always have a smile for me

And I would fetch a cup of tea.

When she arrived each Christmas morn.

She used the front door, to other’s scorn.

See most kin used the back door

For the front was blocked with gifts.

And grandma never knew this,

As no one wanted tiffs.

The gifts were simply pushed aside

Without her knowing so.

And everyone would greet her

As winter’s wind did blow.

But comin’ through the front door

Was sure alright by me.

Because seeing Grandma Betty

Was a welcomed sight to see.

10. Hey Jake !

September 7, 1972; Corning, NY

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

Fun with Chicken or with Steak

There is no better chef than Jake!

Bouillabaisse, or pastry glaze.

Fish Head Stew or Cordon Bleu.

Homemade Garlic Marmalade,

Thick and Creamy Lemonade

Jungle Juice and Pepper Pie

Honey Brew with hops and rye.

Jake the self-taught master of food.

Makes the meal to fit the mood

Swedish Meatballs, a classic dish

with

Vanilla Ice Cream and raw catfish.

Sticky Buns and Jelly Beans

German Chicken Almondine

Lasagna Soup’s the soup de jour

With…

Something else. (We’re not quite sure.)

There’s not a dish that he can’t make.

There is no better chef than Jake!

11. Irish Cheer

March 22, 1972; Elmira, NY

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

I’ve never seen Alice absent a smile

At least when its St. Patty’s Day

Corned Beef and Cabbage

And a good pint of ale

Is what makes her so lucky

She’ll say.

For a good Irish Party

She’ll never be tardy.

On this you could say she’s hell bent.

For that one day in March

Has captured her heart

Even though she’s of German decent.

But everyone knows she’s a Sweet Irish Rose

More than just one day of the year.

So let’s raise a toast

To our lassie, the host.

Today we’re all Irish its clear.

12. Gadgets and Games

April 8, 1972; Pennsicola, FL

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

Buzz, Buzz

Tinker, Tinker

Ding, Ding

Whhrrr.

Diodes

Electrodes

Potentiometers.

Vroom,Vroom

Ting,Tang

Everything’s a circuit

Whoosh, Whoosh

Bing, Bing,

Chris knows how to work it.

Chirp, Chirp

Zoom, Zoom

Bingle Bangle

Ring.

Twinkle Twankle

Get the Phone!

Huh?

Were you talking to me?

Lights, Dials

Switches, Buzzers

Everything’s a circuit

Whoosh, Whoosh

Bing, Bing

Chris knows how to work it.

13. Bang a Drum

August 21, 1973

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

Ga ga doom,

Ga ga doom

Ga ga doom.

Ba dot Ba da

Doom ba ga doom

Ba ga doom

Da bot da ba

Crash Crash

Doom da gat da gat

Crash Crash

Doom da gat da gat

Doom ba ga

Ba ga ba ga

Rikk kick kick

Cha ka ka

Rikk kick kick

Cha ka ka

Boom

Cha ka Boom!

14. Christmas Train

January 31, 1997; Elmira, NY

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

All aboard the Christmas Train!

It sooths the body and the brain.

The engineer is getting old.

He’ll soon retire or so I’m told.

The freight car loaded down with steel.

Is so bogged down it broke a wheel.

The rusty engine thinks it can

Out run the legs of any man

But this train’s old and fading cars

Have broken hitches, and ugly scars.

The rivets now are coming loose,

On the last car here, the red caboose.

Yet somehow it takes the hill

Driven by a steadfast will.

Bringing gifts of Christmas Joy.

To every girl and every boy.

15. Hiking The Hill

October 8, 1976; Elmira, NY

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

A moment’s peace at summit’s rest

The end is worth the pain.

The introspective hiker

A relentless soul takes wind

He takes no pause when at the bench

For that would waste more time

A path awaits beyond the birch

That bend into the pines.

And on his way he knows the name

Of each and every tree

Those the fallen, those the young,

And even new from seed.

A quicker pace becomes the man

When stone walls meet his gaze

Remnants, gray with mossy coats

A tale of yesterdays.

The path gives way to undergrowth

It’s been too long this trip.

And seedlings left untouched by feet

Become a field of wet.

Along the wall it’s easy now,

For once, here cattle fed.

And now beyond a hollow tree,

A deer has made her bed.

So at last the hiker rests

To ponder on the day

And soon regrets the walk back down.

The moon to light his way.

16. The Jig

November 8, 1980 Elmira, NY

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

Dance!

Ye maiden fair

Thy dance is best

Yet ours be fair.

Dance!

The fiddle she sings

The queen of the Jig

With her butterfly wings.

17. The Gift

December 29, 1976; Sayre, PA

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

Every year for Christmas, Stacy gets gypped.

The present is somewhat a bore.

Although she is silent,

And never gets violent,

Deep inside she wished they’d spent more.

But there once came a year

When it became rather clear

That Stacy’s bad breaks would soon quit

How it ironic it seemed

That day came when she gave

Papa Joe a nice Dog he called Brit.

This gift was just right

So it stayed through the night

And became his companion and then

As for Stacy, her treasure

Was too great to measure.

She had given the gift of a friend.

18. “I’ll Take Those”

January 27, 1980; Sayre, PA

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

Every year on Christmas

at lunchtime or so

We play “Steal the Gift.”

-a game everyone knows.

Now at every game,

There’s a gambler whose name

Is Travis B. Smith;- on the prowl.

He just watches and waits, silently waits

Like a wise old cuss of an owl.

And when Lottery Tickets he happens to see

Like a hawk to a rabbit

He descends rapidly.

And the few words he speaks are…

What you suppose?

“Where are the Lottery Tickets?”

“I think I’ll take those.”

19. Jokes at the Candy Table

August 6, 1981; Sayre, PA

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

Now the big candy table

Is away from the crowd,

A good place to hang out

And tell jokes (not too loud)

This is the place where Chad can be seen

Telling a joke in a way that’s kept clean.

But he’s not alone there, certainly not

His father and uncle are joining the plot.

His great sense of humor

He took from his Dad

This cousin of mine

And joke teller, Chad.

20. So much to Say

May 7, 1912; Philadelphia, PA

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

So much to say

so little time.

This of course is Mum Mum’s rhyme.

She never was a loss for words

She’d talk to Mary about the birds.

She spoke abou the years gone past,

her monologue was sure to last.

But this must end dear Mum Mum’s rhyme.

So much to say

So little time.

21. Doc

March 31, 1941; Philadephia, PA

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

Doc you can say is a busy man.

Yet he comes to eat whenever he can.

He’s always there to give Dave a shot.

Or prescribe medication when in a tight spot.

And after he’s done with

walking the hounds,

Cleaning the stove,

Performing his rounds,

Dictating Charts

Playing nine holes

Letting some farts

And examining moles,

He still finds the time and spends it at home.

And prays no one calls on that miserable phone.

But that’s bound to happen

It has through the ages

When your number is listed among the white pages.

22. Cookie

June 23, 1943; Reading, PA

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

On the Fourth of July

There’s a marvelous treat.

The Fetter-Reeser Picnic

Down along Myo Beach.

The town of Meshoppen

Comes out to the shore

Just to see the display.

And they all hollar, “More!”

The fireworks flare

From Huey’s own hand;

To the sound of a trumpet
and marching bands.

And then there is Duggy.

The brains of it all.

Who drives to Ohio

To bring home the haul

But Cookie and Janet

Have the biggest of feats.

That’s to feed fifty people.

With plenty of good eats.

Chicken and burgers

and salads galore,

it’s the biggest, tastiest

meal on the shore.

23. Arriving By Canoe

April 22, 1970; Philadelphia, PA

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

Now the idea of course

Just had to be mine

To take a Canoe ride

(‘twas to be our last time)

It was the Fourth of July

On a bright summer’s day

Our destination

Forty-five miles away.

From Athens to Myo

By what I was told

Was a two day journey

And a sight to behold.

So we loaded our gear

And packed up some food

Two lovers would go

On this holiday cruise.

Things started off great.

We were gliding along.

The current was swift.

Not a thing could go wrong.

And that’s when the wind changed

Like a magical curse.

And from that moment on

Each mile got worse.

The head winds were strong

We were pushed back up stream

We paddled like fools

Ann started to scream.

“I can’t believe I came on this trip!”

and right about then…

we both took a dip.

The canoe rolled quickly

When we hit a large rock,

From a side-ways approach

Into swift, shallow water.

Let’s just say

For the rest of the course

We weren’t even married

And she pondered divorce.

But with all of the blisters

From paddling straight

Through terrible head winds,

Ann came through great.

When we came into shore

All sunburned and worn

I thought this would end our duet.

But she’s with me today

And I’m still proud to say

She hasn’t divorced her man yet.

24. Downhill

May 14 1967; Portsmouth, VA

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

I remember the time

When I was learning to ski

High on Elk mountain

With Jay Blood and Cookie

Jay was a master.

My how he flew

Down over moguls

But me…I was new.

“No moguls yet,”

Jay said with a grin

“Just follow my tracks

And we will begin”

How patient he was

With my two crossing skis,

My off sense of balance,

And wobbly knees.

“Ski ‘round your poles,”

he continued to add.

Maybe more speed

Your not doin’ half bad.

“Whoops, I guess not.”

He said as I fell.

Back to the Bunny Slope.

Sure, what the hell.

So at last I was up

Again on two feet.

Exhausted and tired.

And nearing defeat.

But he didn’t give up

No, no sir-ee

He sent me to Cookie

And she taught me to ski

25. High Heeled Shoes

March 26, 1976 Sayre, PA

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

Now one way to style

Is to buy high heeled shoes

You can be somewhat taller

No matter what kind you choose

Yes the higher the better

That’s what they say.

And they’re rather quite sexy

According to Jay.

Most heels are black,

Brown, Red, or White

Some worn by day

And other’s by night.

The next time you see Kate

Have her show you her heels

She has good taste in shoes

With a lady’s appeal.

So don’t forget with a lady

There’s one way you can’t lose.

That’s to treat her to dinner

And compliment her shoes.

Hmm…Maybe I’d wear high heels

(If they made them for men.)

Just an inch or two taller.

I’d be over 6 feet then.

26. PIÑATA

October 22, 1998 Binghamton, NY

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

Just before Halloween

When Emma turned five

Kate put on a big bash

There was cake and ice cream

Gift bags and games

And later came something to smash

They tied a pinata

Up in a tree

And blind folded

All of the guests

Then each kid took a swing

With a club-looking thing

And every child gave it her best.

They swung and they swang

At that paper maché thang

Till a part of it finally came loose.

Then Kate gave it a nudge

But the horse wouldn’t budge.

So she smacked it right on its caboose

Well the candy came fallin’

Kids started crawlin’

Around in rage on the ground.

And in a minute or so

Believe me, I know

There was

Not one sweet to be found.

27. Little Red Wagon

May 4, 2001 Binghamton, NY

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

Red Wagon

Where have you been?

Giving rides with sweet Ellie

Down the lane once again.

Red Wagon

Can her dollies come too?

Only if they are as pleasant as you.

28. Santa’s Successor

November 24, 1985; Sayre, PA

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

My oldest son Andy

Has a new job this year

To dress up as Santa

And spread Christmas cheer

But this is a first

For the job used to be

One that was loved

By my Uncle Gary

Gary played the role swell

As he handed out toys

Giving a laugh to the girls

And smile to the boys

Now Andy takes over

The reigns to his sleigh

To succeed him as Santa

On this Christmas Day

29. Christmas at 16 Months

August 9, 2002; Sayre, PA

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

Paper! Paper!

Boxes, Ribbons!

Rip-Tear-Rip-Rip

Paper! Paper!

Bows, Boxes!

Tear-Rip-Tear-Tear

Ooh a Bag!

Another Box!

All for me.

All for me, me me!

That’s mine!

No mine!

Mine, mine mine!

Run Here.

Run There.

Ooops. Crash!

“Uh Oh.”

Look!

Paper! Paper!

Boxes, Ribbons

Rip, Tear, Rip-Rip.

30. In Utero

By David H Smith Jr.

www.backporchtunes.com

VmmBmm

Whooooshoooshooo

Hmmmm

Wwhzzzzooo

Gurglegurgle

Wwhzzzooo

Tic vixxx tic vixx

Hmmm

Tic vixx tic vixx

Ga whoosh

Ga whoosh-a

Whoosh-a-whoosh-a

VmmBmm