From The CD, Gulf of America

Goin’ Native

© 1996 Willie Atkinson

 She works on the fifteenth floor, the corporate life has her deranged,

So far away from the ocean’s roar, all of that’s about to change,

She needs sea and she needs sunshine, she needs sand between her toes,

They’re tellin’ her she’s out of her mind, she agrees and hits the road,

 

 Goin’ native, who can blame her,

She’ll 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,

She’s 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 I’m goin’ over, to see how much heaven I can stand,

 

Goin’ native, who can blame me,

I’ll 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 we’re 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.

 

Wild Yahoos

© 1996 Willie Atkinson

 Childhood’s full of stubbed toes and stitches, the natural result of playing hard,

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 I’ve got two young nephews,

They’ve already got that gleam in their eyes, soon they’ll 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.

 

Not Tonight

© 1996 Willie Atkinson

 Days are pale, nights are cold, without you here they’re colder, still,

Glad I got to see Montreux, now I believe I’ve had my fill,

People here are nice, it’s true, they just cannot compare with you,

We’ll talk about everything, in the morning light,

Not tonight,

 

I’ve got lots of funny stories, guaranteed to make you smile,

Photographs of nature’s glories, the latest European styles,

Now I want to taste your lips, and touch you with my fingertips,

We’ll talk about everything, in the morning light,

Not tonight,

 

‘Though I’ve got friends now in this town, good memories I’ll always keep,

As soon as this plane leaves the ground, I’ll try my best to get some sleep,

‘Cause when I see your pretty face, I want to be wide-awake,

We’ll talk about everything, in the morning light,

Not tonight,

We’ll talk about everything, in the morning light,

Not tonight.

 

Who Are You

© 1996 Willie Atkinson

 I came home, to a nightmare scene,

Someone was in my baby’s skin, if you know what I mean,

All she wanted to do was fight,

Nothing that I’d 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 don’t 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 that’s your real name,

When you tire of this charade, we can stop this foolish game,"

She maintained that it was me,

Who’d 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 don’t 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 don’t want to fight no more, no thank you very much,

Who are you, and what have you done with the one I love?

 

Coincidental Heart

© 1996 Willie Atkinson

 When you’re stranded in your doldrums,

Someone’s let the wind out of your sails,

I know it’s just the calm before the storm,

Soon you’ll race the tide and ride the gale,

You’ll come runnin’ back to me,

You think I’m blind but I can see,

Chorus

You circumnavigate our love,

And it’s keeping us apart,

It’s impossible to chart,

Your coincidental heart.

 

Well I’m not your lighthouse baby,

I ain’t no beacon in the night,

I’m a castaway on the rocky shores of all you’ve done to me,

And everything that I’m afraid you might,

Don’t come runnin’ back to me,

I’m 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 you’re nowhere to be found,

Repeat Chorus

It’s impossible to chart,

Your coincidental heart.

 

Still A Little Magic

© 1986, 1996 Willie Atkinson

 Sat outside, playing guitar,

Sang a few songs to the stars,

And all that night, I thought of you,

Life ain’t over ‘til you say it is,

Baby please remember this,

I don’t like, to see you blue,

Chorus

Don’t give up on magicians,

You’ve got to listen,

Listen to me girl,

There’s still a little magic in the world.

 

You’ve been dancing around in my mind,

I wonder if you’re one of a kind,

Oh I think I’m looking, for someone like you,

You went home on a Greyhound bus,

There’s more than miles between us,

But I’ll go the distance, if you want me to, 

Repeat Chorus

So much more I need to say,

Tried and I tried but there ain’t no way,

I can make my head, speak for my heart,

So now I’ll ask you to believe,

There’s a trick or two left up my sleeve,

Don’t forget me, just because we are apart,

Repeat Chorus

 

The Merry Ellen Song

© 1992, 1996 Willie Atkinson

 Well she sits there in the front row, where there’s room to tap her toes,

She’s the number one music fan, everybody knows,

She’s helped so many people, she’s the rock we all lean on,

She’s also soft and fuzzy, her name is Featherstone,

Chorus

Merry Ellen will you come to hear me play tonight,

I’ve been working on a new song, I believe I’ve got it right,

I’ll 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,

She’s 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 Ellen’s 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 you’ve never had her spiced pecans you’re 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.

 

Uncle Willie Loves You

© 1996 Willie Atkinson

 “Hey Uncle Willie, do you miss me?

I miss you too, o where have you been?

Wish I was wearin’ my boots, then everybody would know I’m a cowboy,

Today I went swimmin’, in my swimmin’ pool,

That I got for my birthday Samuel was there,

He’s my friend and he lets me play, with all of his new toys,”

 

You’re a big boy now, your feet touch the floor,

From the kitchen chair by the garage door,

You’re 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 that’s got her,

Sweeter than candy, my brother’s only daughter,

She’s already walkin’, someday she’ll run,

Chasing her dreams out in the sun,

At the moment she’s kissin’, the little stuffed rabbit I brought her,

 

You’re a big girl now, you tear ‘cross the floor,

From the kitchen to the playroom door,

You’re 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?”

I’ve been singing all over the world,

And thinkin’ of, you.

 

Video Bingo

© 1985, 1996 Willie Atkinson 

I host a game show, Video Bingo,

I guess you could say I’m 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,

 Chorus

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 had a game show, Video Bingo,

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?

 

Lafitte

©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.

 

Love Works In Mysterious Ways

© 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.

 

Gulf Of America

© 1996 Willie Atkinson

 We’d load the car with towels and cokes,

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 Sammy’s Navy carried me away,

Stationed at the Panama Canal,

A local man was my best pal,

He’d ask me about Texas, then he’d 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,

I’ve 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.