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The Losin' Side of Right
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The Losin’ Side of Right
© November 20, 2018
by Woodrow Thomas
Men and women were meant to get together,
But there ain’t nothin’ that’s gonna last forever,
And all is fair when we love and fight.
When we argue and you have your say,
Then you go and let me have my way,
How come I feel like I’m on the losin’ side of right.
I thought I knew that you knew that I knew,
But the thought I thought of you wasn’t true,
And my logic got tangled in a knot so tight.
It’s a smart man who knows who’s boss.
It’s a smarter man who can cut his loss,
And end up on the losin’ side of right.
Right or wrong. All day long.
It’s just your point of view.
But I’d rather be loved than right,
When it comes to you.
Let’s send our soldiers to foreign soil,
So we can get all that foreign oil.
We can bring to bear all our military might.
When the world opens up their eyes,
To what we’re doing, don’t be surprised,
When we wind up on the losin’ side of right.
Wrong or right. Day or night.
It’s just your point of view.
But I’d rather be righteous than right.
How about you?
Men and women were meant to get together,
But there ain’t nothin’ that’s gonna last forever.
So I’ll stay right here on the losin’ side of right,
The losin’ side of right, the losin’ side of right.
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I’m Knockin’ on Your Backdoor
written by Woodrow Thomas
© July 25, 2019
I been thinkin’ for long time,
Ever since I made up my mind.
I been countin’ all my chickens,
Even though I ain’t got a hen.
I been tryin’ to go across the road,
Like a big ol’ horny toad.
I been knockin' on your back door.
Won’t you come and let me in?
Well, I used to have an old dog,
But he wasn’t much to look at.
He only had 3 legs and big alcoholic eyes.
I been wishin’ I could see him,
Cause he’s like my next of kin.
I been wishin’ I could have a bunch,
Of sweet potato fries.
I been hangin’ at the laundromat,
Cause I hear that’s where it’s at.
I been gettin my news from,
The voices in the wind.
I been wishin’ I was president,
So I could run the government.
I been knockin on your back door.
Won’t you come and let me in?
Now I’m pickin on my guitar,
Cause I wanna be a big star,
But I don’t wanna leave home,
If I can’t take my gin.
I been writing you a letter,
Sayin I’m a feelin better.
I been knockin on your back door.
Won’t you come and let me in?
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Long, Slow, Decline
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Long, Slow Decline
© November 2, 2019
by Woodrow Thomas
Run your fingers thru my hair and tell me what you think.
Sit down right beside me, Love, and have another drink.
Tell me all your troubles and I will tell you mine.
On this long slow decline.
Friends will come and friends will go that’s what they say,
But we’ve been friends now for more than just one day.
Our love won’t fade away, so let’s not waste our time,
On this long slow decline.
I remember, when we first met, you were a hit.
I said “Now there’s a friend … with benefits.”
I’ve got 20-20 but I’m glad Love is blind,
On this long slow decline.
Ah , falling in love ... yeah, that’s the easy part,
But staying there, … that’s what’s hard.
Teach me what I need to know and we’ll be fine,
On this long slow decline.
How much time we’ve got left is hard to tell,
But one thing’s for certain, Babe, we’ll raise some Hell.
Let’s make the most of living, you know it ain’t a crime,
On this long slow decline.
It’s a long slow decline.
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St James Infirmary Blues
It was down in old Joe's barroom, on the corner by the square,
Where the drinks were served as usual, and the usual crowd was there.
On my left stood Big Joe McKinsey.
His eyes were bloodshot red,
He turned to the room around him,
And these were the very words he said,
I went down to St. James Infirmary,
I saw my baby there.
She was stretched out on a long white table,
So pale, so cold, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her.
Wherever she might be.
She can search the whole world over,
Never find a better man as me.
When I die won't you please bury me in my high top Stetson hat.
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
So my boys'll know I died standing pat.
I want six crapshooters for my pallbearers,
Six pretty girls to sing a song.
Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon,
To raise hell as we stroll along.
I went down to St. James Infirmary,
I saw my baby there.
She was stretched out on a long white table,
So pale, so cold, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her.
Wherever she may be.
She can search the whole world over,
Never find a better man as me.
That is all of my story.
Have a little shot of booze.
And if anybody should ever ask you
Just tell ‘em, you’ve got the St. James Infirmary Blues.
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You, Me, and We
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You, Me, and We
© October 25, 2019
by Woodrow Thomas
You, you’ve been better.
Me, I don’t wanna be alone.
We, we could get it together.
Find a place and call it home.
You, you’ve been preachin’ like Billy Sunday.
Me, I’ve been drinking like Mother Malone.
We, we’ve been running down the lonesome highway,
Just to find a place and call it home.
You, you’re softer the desert sunrise.
Me, I’m harder than a rolling stone.
We, we hold our breath when the dove cries,
In a place we can call home.
You, you’ve been sinkin and sailin’.
Me, I been takin’ it down to the bone.
We, we party like Willie and Waylon,
Makin a place and callin it home,
Cause anywhere we are, we call it home.
Yes, as long as we’re together, it feels like home.
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The Meaning of Life
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The Meaning Of Life
© December 17, 2019
by Woodrow Thomas
Dog bites, fist fights and cat-tastrophies,
There just ain’t no end to the strife.
Red heads and Dead heads and suicide blondes,
This is the meaning of life.
Op art and pop tarts and squirrels on a tee.
Things that go bump in the night.
Your constant complaining is not wasted on me,
Cause this is the meaning of Life.
The meaning of Life can be so hard to see,
But I hope that I get it right.
When my mind is foggy, it’s clear to me,
That this is the meaning of Life.
Shake downs and break downs & people in pain.
Everywhere you look it’s a fight,
But the good things and the bad things they’re all just the same,
Cause this is the meaning of Life.
The meaning of Life can be so hard to see,
But I hope that I get it right.
When my mind is foggy, it’s clear to me,
That this is the meaning of Life.
There are pop rocks and shock jocks and Penelope Cruz,
And they all seem to know me by name,
But there’s a Big Bang , a sweet thang, and your baby blues,
That keep me from goin’ insane.
That keep me right here in my brain.
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Lament
written by Woodrow Thomas
© June 25, 2014
I spoke with Mary, in her time of need.
She said, "This happens, when you're carrying God's seed."
"I always hoped for a different fate for my son."
"But this could happen to anyone. "
The master had a servant, a different kind of boy.
His sense of duty was replaced by a father's joy,
But in the end it all came undone.
But this could happen to anyone.
So who have you become now? That's what I want to see.
A Judas or a Jesus, it's all the same to me.
But a family is like a tree standing in the sun.
And this could happen to anyone.
This could happen. Yes, this could happen.
Oh, this could happen to anyone.
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Party Like I Just Don’t Care
© September 10, 2018
by Woodrow Thomas
I’m gonna tie my monkey to the railroad track.
I’m gonna walk away and I won’t look back.
I’m gonna find the Devil and buy back my soul,
Cause it’s never too late and you’re never too old.
I’m gonna party like I just don’t care.
Party like I just don’t care,
Cause Life ain’t long and Life ain’t fair.
I’m gonna lose my shoes and grow my hair.
I’m gonna talk to myself like there’s no one there.
I’m gonna jump in the river to beat the heat.
I’m gonna keep on dancin’ while I still have feet.
I’m gonna party like I just don’t care.
Party like I just don’t care.
So hold your hat and grab a chair.
You can keep on workin’ but you won’t be free.
Nobody knows that better than me.
So, I believe I’ll have another beer.
I can hear Bukowski whisper in my ear.
I’m gonna party like I just don’t care.
Party like I just don’t care.
You can join or just sit and stare.
Ain’t gonna shine my shoes or comb my hair.
I’m not even gonna wear clean underwear.
Cause no one knows how it all ends,
And we may never pass this way again.
So let’s party like we just don’t care.
Party like we just don’t care.
Some folks may think we’re already there.
Hell, yeah. Oh, no.
Party like we just don’t care,
Cause there ain’t no other place to go.
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