Song Lyrics

VETERAN'S DAY PARADE

Every year they close downtown/Main street's barricade/And all the people come to see the Veteran's Day parade/Between the floats and High School bands, too proud to ignore/The survivors of America's great wars./CHORUS: Some of them in wheelchairs/Some with heads held high/The Veteran's Day Parade goes by./I worked in a hospital/I worked for the V.A./I saw those men and women too, everyday/Taking 12 steps for addictions/Pills for post trumatic stree/And physical therapy for the amputee/And everything htey had to say lay left unsaid/As they moved between the shadows of the living and the dead./CHORUS/My country 'tis of thee/Sweet land of liberty of thee I sing./ I traveled to the Capital, to touch the wall/ And to walk the hallowed grounds of Arlington/And as I read the names there, the shadows of their stones/Began to grow long with the setting sun/And as I thought about those folks who lived and died/I thought that I saw something in the clouds up in the sky/CHORUS/My country tis of thee/Sweet land of liberty of thee I sing.

INVISIBLE HANDS

Invisible Hands are helping me/They're moving things that I don't see/It's hard to explain rationally/About the inivisible hands (Repeat)/Like links in a chain or thread through a rope/A little bit of love and a little bit of hope/One act of kindness leads to another/He helps a sister, she helps a brother/I'm not a superstious guy/I don't always know the reason why/These things happen the way they do/Sometimes things come out of the blue/When my heart is in the right place/When my soul is in a good place/Good things happen I don't know why/It's just something that seems true/CHORUS/ Some people say that they have angels in their lives/Some people say it's Karmic Law/I don't pretend to say that I'm so wise that I realize/What's going on./I am just a simple man/There's so much that I don't understand/But there's one thing that I know/People reap what people sow/Maybe it's a law or some kind of rule/I dunno but I know it's true/Love is gonna happen to you/If that's what you're dishing out/When my heart is in the right place/When my soul is in a good space/Good things happen I don't know why/But there ain't no doubt.../CHORUS.

RASTA TRUCK DRIVER

Came down here from Kingston Town/Down on my luck/Land of opportunity/Teach me how to drive a truck/Came up here to Jacksonville/Where they teach the big machines/Made me wear my dreadlocks under my cap/How about that?!/Chorus: Just a Rasta Truck Driver/Driving down these roads of Babylon/Reggae rasta truck driver/How I love my freedom (Repeat)/Through the rain and through the snow/Keep on trucking on/How I miss my Baby/How she loves me when I'm gone/I learned to love this country/I learned to love this road/I make their money go around and around/What a heavy heavy load/CHORUS/Ohh, its a long long lonely road to go/When you're so far away from home/Ohh, it's such a long long lonely way to go/But I keep on smiling/I just keep on smiling/Repeat second verse/CHORUS.

(THIS IS) MY HOUSE

Out on the streets/The world seems so cold/But I know there's one place I can go/This is my house/This is my house/We'll do it my way if that's ok/'Cause this is my house/Some people feel the need to shout/They don't always know what they're talking about/This is my house/This is my house/You got the right on some other night/But this is my house/I 'preciate you coming to spend/A little time with me, my friend/This world is so full of crazies and fools/I got my own style and my own set of rules/You got your opinions/That much I can see/But what you think don't mean much to me/This is my house/This is my house/You can have it your way on some other day/But this is my house./This is my house/This is my house/This is my house/This is my house/Just listen to me/That's how it's gonna be/You're in my house.

ST. JOHNS RIVER TALKIN' BLUES

The St. Johns River is a grand old river that flows from the south to the sea/It's 300 miles of timeless magic and Florida majesty/It starts in the swamps near Vero Beach and heads north where it takes a notion/To meander up the state through Jacksonville and then out into the ocean/(Some people say it runs backwards 'cause it goes from the south to the north/But I just tell them they're looking at it from the wrong direction)/The river's got a hundred fishcamps or more where a fella can sit for a spell/And the old men there will rave about the one that got away-Do tell!/They got cattle down there that graze in the river and yeah, they got cowboys too/They don't ride the range like they do out west/They use airboats--I swear it's true/(If you have a problem visualizing a cowboy on an airboat with his horse, well, just think about it for a minute, it'll come to you)./The St.Johns River has a lot of wildlife of every shape and size/Manatees and turtles, Eagles and Ospreys/And it should come as no surprise that you might even see a gator or two (Down visiting from the University of Florida--Talk about your wildlife)./The St. Johns River makes it way up slowly through the Sunshine State and then/It passes by the good people of Palatka/But that's where the trouble begins/There's a company there that just don't care pouring poison into the stream/At a rate of 60 million gallons a day/It's enough to make you scream/(To be specific--It's Georgia Pacific)/Now Georgia Pacific makes some fine products/And they give a lot of people jobs/But what GP's doing to the St. Johns River/They ain't nothing less than slobs/All that dioxin and lead and chlorine and stuff/It's gonna make some people ill/It's a good thing for Georgia-Pacific that river runs North away from Palatka--through Jacksonville)./The St. Johns River is a slow moving river/It only dips an inch every mile/So to clean itself up of gunk and pollution, it's gonna take a good little while/I hate to say anything bad about people and I hope you know it's true/But when your neighbor pours his garbage into your backyard, well, what's a fella to do? (They hired Richard Petty, the NASCAR driver to be their spokesman/Now I like Richard Petty;That's hitting below the belt)./One day I hope to write a different ending to my little song/And we'll sing about how the St. John's River keeps on roll, rolling along/And maybe one day that grand old river will be free of all that garbage and slime/But meanwhile what Georgia-Pacific is doing to the St. johns River, An American Heritage, Well, it's just a stinking crime! (It's gonna take a lot of paper towels to clean up that mess, the super absorbent kind!)

I LOVE G.R.I.T.S.

When they ask me do I loke Grits/I can't get enough of it/Love 'em in the morning/Love 'em in the evening/Love 'em in the afternoon/Don't need no napkins/Don't need no fork and spoon/CHORUS:I love GRITS, Girls Raised In The South/I love GRITS, Girls Raised In The South/They're so good for you/They're what it's all about./I took Linda Sue on an airboat ride/She sat there right by my side/I tried to date her/She said "Later"/"Look out Linda, that's a big alligator!"/She jumped in my lap and that was that/Now we're getting married next Spring/CHORUS/Now I got nothing 'gainst the girls up north/They ain't breakfast but they're three course/There's nothing wrong witht eh girls out west/But good homecooking's what I love best/If they ask me "Do I like grits?"/More than just a little bit/Me and my baby/I'm driving her crazy/I'd cook a little breakfast but I'm too damned lazy/I think instead we'll just stay in bed/We'll just stay here all day long/CHORUS.

THE DAY JACKSONVILLE BURNED TO THE GROUND