From The CD, Gulf of America
© 1996 Willie Atkinson
So far away from the oceans roar, all of thats about to change,
She needs sea and she needs sunshine, she needs sand between her toes,
Theyre tellin her shes out of her mind, she agrees and hits the road,
Shell have everything that she needs,
Frozen libations, tasty crustaceans,
The sun and the sand and the sea.
I got her postcard yesterday, paradise addressed to me,
Shes decided she will stay, and reinvent her sanity,
The ocean holds her like a lover; she takes siestas in the sand,
My bags are packed Im goin over, to see how much heaven I can stand,
Goin native, who can blame me,
Ill have everything that I need,
Frozen libations, tasty crustaceans,
The sun and the sand and the sea.
Now she sells portraits on the boardwalk, I play my guitar for tips,
Sometimes in the moonlight we talk, of building our own sailing ship,
Right now were happy where we are, we wake up smiling every day,
At night we sit and watch the stars, shimmering above the bay,
Goin native, who can blame us,
We have everything that we need,
Frozen libations, tasty crustaceans,
The sun and the sand and the sea,
Frozen libations, love and crustaceans,
The sun and the sand and the sea.
© 1996 Willie Atkinson
Like the pile of dirt when you dig for the riches, buried in your own backyard,
We were pirates, we were cowboys, we were lonesome, desperate men,
At least til Mom called us in for supper, then the next day we would ride again,
Wild yahoos,
Laughin and runnin and fightin and makin noise,
We meant no harm we were only being boys,
And wild yahoos.
Me and Mark and Jimbo and Johnny, cut a brotherly path through the neighborhood,
We were loud we were rambunctious, we found all the mischief that we could,
We are older some say wiser, now Ive got two young nephews,
Theyve already got that gleam in their eyes, soon theyll be wild yahoos, too,
Wild yahoos,
Laughin and runnin and fightin and makin noise,
We meant no harm we were only being boys,
And wild yahoos.
Wild yahoos,
Laughin and runnin and fightin and makin noise,
We meant no harm we were only being boys,
And wild yahoos, wild yahoos,
Wild yay, ay, ay, ay, ay,
Ay, ay, ay.
© 1996 Willie Atkinson
Glad I got to see Montreux, now I believe Ive had my fill,
People here are nice, its true, they just cannot compare with you,
Well talk about everything, in the morning light,
Not tonight,
Ive got lots of funny stories, guaranteed to make you smile,
Photographs of natures glories, the latest European styles,
Now I want to taste your lips, and touch you with my fingertips,
Well talk about everything, in the morning light,
Not tonight,
Though Ive got friends now in this town, good memories Ill always keep,
As soon as this plane leaves the ground, Ill try my best to get some sleep,
Cause when I see your pretty face, I want to be wide-awake,
Well talk about everything, in the morning light,
Not tonight,
Well talk about everything, in the morning light,
Not tonight.
© 1996 Willie Atkinson
Someone was in my babys skin, if you know what I mean,
All she wanted to do was fight,
Nothing that Id say was right,
I wondered what had happened to my queen, I said,
Who are you, and what have you done with the girl I love?
Well you could be twins but you lack that gentle touch,
I dont want to fight no more, no thank you very much,
Who are you, and what have you done with the girl I love?
So I said Honey, if thats your real name,
When you tire of this charade, we can stop this foolish game,"
She maintained that it was me,
Whod brought down all of this misery,
And at my feet is where she laid the blame, she said
"Who are you, and what have you done with the man I love?
Well you could be twins but you lack that gentle touch,
I dont want to fight no more, no thank you very much,
Who are you, and what have you done with the man I love?"
Who are you, and what have you done with the one I love?
Well you could be twins but you lack that gentle touch,
I dont want to fight no more, no thank you very much,
Who are you, and what have you done with the one I love?
© 1996 Willie Atkinson
Someones let the wind out of your sails,
I know its just the calm before the storm,
Soon youll race the tide and ride the gale,
Youll come runnin back to me,
You think Im blind but I can see,
Chorus
You circumnavigate our love,
And its keeping us apart,
Its impossible to chart,
Your coincidental heart.
Well Im not your lighthouse baby,
I aint no beacon in the night,
Im a castaway on the rocky shores of all youve done to me,
And everything that Im afraid you might,
Dont come runnin back to me,
Im not blind girl I can see,
Repeat Chorus
Bridge
You ask for nothing and take it all,
Your pride comes before my fall,
Just as soon as I am down,
Girl youre nowhere to be found,
Repeat Chorus
Its impossible to chart,
Your coincidental heart.
© 1986, 1996 Willie Atkinson
Sang a few songs to the stars,
And all that night, I thought of you,
Life aint over til you say it is,
Baby please remember this,
I dont like, to see you blue,
Chorus
Dont give up on magicians,
Youve got to listen,
Listen to me girl,
Theres still a little magic in the world.
Youve been dancing around in my mind,
I wonder if youre one of a kind,
Oh I think Im looking, for someone like you,
You went home on a Greyhound bus,
Theres more than miles between us,
But Ill go the distance, if you want me to,
Repeat Chorus
So much more I need to say,
Tried and I tried but there aint no way,
I can make my head, speak for my heart,
So now Ill ask you to believe,
Theres a trick or two left up my sleeve,
Dont forget me, just because we are apart,
Repeat Chorus
© 1992, 1996 Willie Atkinson
Shes the number one music fan, everybody knows,
Shes helped so many people, shes the rock we all lean on,
Shes also soft and fuzzy, her name is Featherstone,
Chorus
Merry Ellen will you come to hear me play tonight,
Ive been working on a new song, I believe Ive got it right,
Ill sing all you favorites too, anything you say,
Merry Ellen will you come to hear me play.
She follows Shake and Jack, Michael Brim and Bill Ward too,
Shes even come to hear me and Dave Holder a time or two,
Bow Brannon, Terry Ridgeway, Gary Morris and Rusty Weir,
We all love it when somebody says, Merry Ellens here,
Repeat Chorus
You can see her with the top down, hair blowin in the breeze,
On her way to who knows where, to hear some melodies,
If youve never had her spiced pecans youre missing quite a treat,
Homemade by Merry Ellen, and almost as sweet,
Repeat Chorus
Merry Ellen will you come to hear me play,
Merry Ellen will you come to hear me play.
© 1996 Willie Atkinson
I miss you too, o where have you been?
Wish I was wearin my boots, then everybody would know Im a cowboy,
Today I went swimmin, in my swimmin pool,
That I got for my birthday Samuel was there,
Hes my friend and he lets me play, with all of his new toys,
Youre a big boy now, your feet touch the floor,
From the kitchen chair by the garage door,
Youre a handsome lad and a good boy, too,
Uncle Willie loves you,
Yes, Uncle Willie loves you.
First she looks concerned, then starts to smile,
At this hairy old stranger thats got her,
Sweeter than candy, my brothers only daughter,
Shes already walkin, someday shell run,
Chasing her dreams out in the sun,
At the moment shes kissin, the little stuffed rabbit I brought her,
Youre a big girl now, you tear cross the floor,
From the kitchen to the playroom door,
Youre a pretty young miss and a good girl, too,
Uncle Willie loves you,
Yes, Uncle Willie loves you.
Hey Uncle Willie, do you miss me?
I miss you too, o where have you been?
Ive been singing all over the world,
And thinkin of, you.
©
1985, 1996 Willie Atkinson
I host a game show, Video Bingo,
I guess you could say Im a star,
I give away things, like toasters and rings,
Sometimes a brand-new car,
Two weeks ago, on the Thursday night show,
Just before the big bonus round,
She caught my eye, took me by surprise,
Made my world come crashing down,
She won the luggage and the trip to Hawaii,
She had the game down to an art,
She won a color TV, but Lord how did she,
Manage to leave with my heart?
During the commercial break, I was out on the make,
I tried to get her interested in me,
She had her eye, on O-69,
So she could win a trip to Waikiki,
I tempted her, with a vacuum cleaner,
But she had her heart set on the trip,
I fixed the show, just so we could go,
Then she won the game and gave me the slip,
Repeat Chorus
I used to be a big star,
I spent all my time makin everyone smile,
Now I spend all my time behind bars,
I thought I was trusted, until I got busted,
Red-handed on that fateful day,
She sailed to Honolulu, with contestant number two,
I was arrested and they took me away,
Repeat Chorus
She won a color TV, but Lord how did she,
Manage to leave with my heart?
©1996 Willie Atkinson
From the French town of Bordeaux, by way of New Orleans,
I came down to Galveston, to sail the waters green,
Was a captain for Napoleon, but he did not pay,
Pierre mentioned America, so we sailed away,
We are Lafitte,
Set up shop in New Orleans, in eighteen hundred six,
With a band of desperadoes, preyed upon the Spanish ships,
I was a hellish bandit, if Jackson was to be believed,
Then he called me "comrade", from privateer to patriot,
Lafitte,
Chorus
Oh Pierre my brother, they do not understand,
I have heard them call me pirate,
'Though I'm just a businessman,
Nor am I a hero don't believe it, 'tis a lie,
I am only dancin' to, the rhythms of the tide,
I am Lafitte.
In the war of eighteen twelve, the British, they grew bold,
Thought that they could bribe me, with false respect and gold,
"We'll give you coin and call you sir, if you help us win this war,"
At the Battle of New Orleans, I drove them from these shores,
I am Lafitte,
Repeat Chorus
When the war was over, a thousand of my men,
Followed me to Galveston, where I set up shop again,
I attacked a US vessel, with a message loud and clear,
"Do not call me patriot, I am a privateer,"
"I am Lafitte",
So they sent a warship, to destroy my colony,
To avoid a bloodbath, I set out to sea,
A bit too independent, that was my fatal flaw,
A dot, on the horizon, was the last they ever saw,
Of Lafitte,
Repeat Chorus
Jean Lafitte.
© 1995, 1996 Willie Atkinson
In the rear of
the chapel, in the very last pew,
He sat
disbelieving, as she said, "I do",
He thought they'd
wind up together, 'though she never knew,
Love works in
mysterious ways,
A hundred years
later, at least that's how it felt,
He was living in
the buckle, of the great Bible belt,
The torch that he
carried, still made his heart melt,
Love works in
mysterious ways,
Washing the
dishes, in a kitchen in the west,
One less setting
at the table, 'though she'd given it her best,
The one that
pledged forever, failed the ultimate test,
Love works in
mysterious ways,
It started with a
card, full of holiday cheer,
Grew with every
phone call, through the following year,
She said,
"You'd better come see me, if you're ever out here,"
Love works in
mysterious ways,
He put down the
phone, packed up his bags,
Loaded the car,
put on his travelling rags,
Sometimes love
gets there, on aluminum mags,
Love works in
mysterious ways,
Love works in
mysterious ways,
Love works in
mysterious ways.
© 1996 Willie Atkinson
Drive to the Gulf of Mexico,
High school honeys dancin in the tide,
As I looked across the rollin sea,
I thought a browner boy than me,
Probably was thinkin from the other side,
Chorus
I will let the tide of the Gulf of America, roll over me,
I will make my way, to that shore so peacefully,
I have long dreamed of my freedom, I will thirst no more because,
I will make my life on the golden shores,
Of the Gulf of America.
My honey married my best friend,
So I joined the USN,
Uncle Sammys Navy carried me away,
Stationed at the Panama Canal,
A local man was my best pal,
Hed ask me about Texas, then hed say,
Repeat Chorus
Long since been around the globe,
Still think about my old amigo,
Wonder if his dreams ever came true,
In thirty days I will retire,
Ive got only one desire,
After that my travelin days are through,
Repeat Chorus
I will make my life on the golden shores,
Of the Gulf of America.