Jesus on the Radio
You see the poor blame the rich, and the rich blame the poor
the hustlers deal, behind the backroom door.
Cop in the front, got his hand in the till
and the mules emptied the mill.

The men with the guns shoot the men with the sticks,
Stones roll away from the hands of the poor
the hungry fall to their knees to pray
God let come what will.

Jesus is on the radio
Superman's fighting crime
Santa Clause stole the show,
I thank God, in these friends of mine.

You know I come along way, got a ways to go
I learned a lot, but what do I know
I was younger then, I'm older now
Seems nothing's changed somehow

They say I'm crazy, what do I care
If I talk to myself when there's nobody's there
I got a watch, I got time
Gods got a church, and they feed my kind.

Jesus is on the radio
Superman's fighting crime
Santa Clause stole the show,
I got God, in these friends of mine.

There's a man, with a spoon, in his hand, and potatoes,
and corn, and gravy, on a plate as big as two.
There's a woman with a smile, and her eyes, are clear
she walks over to me, she says, what can I do for you?

Jesus is on the radio
Superman's fighting crime
Santa Clause stole the show,
I see God in these friends of mine.

You see the poor blame the rich, and the rich blame the poor
the hustlers deal, behind the backroom door.
Cop in the front, got his hand in the till
and the mules emptied the mill.

The men with the guns shoot the men with the sticks,
Stones roll away from the hands of the poor
the hungry fall to their knees to pray
God let come what will.

Jesus is on the radio
Superman's fighting crime
And me I got a ways to go
But I got God and these friends of mine.

Ole Joe
You tell me Old Joe spent his time,
Say he gave... hell of a fight.
We grew up close, when we were kids
We fought back to back, side by side.

I spent my money on an old guitar
I wore my heart out, on my sleeve.
I've been on both sides of the Golden Gate,
That Old Devil will deny, but I believe

I believe in the light, that's in your eye.
I believe in the fire, in your soul.
I believe your kindness' never die
Just stowed away, 100 fold.

I spend my time with an old guitar
I wear my heart out, on my sleeve.
I've been on both sides of the Golden Gate,
That Old Devil will divide, but I believe.

It comes in the form of your heart's desire,
A brilliant light, from a ball of fire.
You spend your time, then you're OLD,
til time divides, bone and soul.

I hope there's a heaven, but I don't know,
They say, I won't need a visa or a ticket to go
the girls are pretty and the beers all free
and there's a Chevy on the levee, for guys like me.

I'll spend my time with an old guitar
I'll wear my heart, on my sleeve.
You may never know, the seeds you sew,
I believe in Grace, for guys like Joe.

You tell me Old Joe, spent his time.

Waiting for the Train

Lately I've been thinking, about a tribute to my Mom
Abandoned by the many, she embraced with open arms.
Once she was a volunteer to comfort lonesome souls.
Now she's on the lonely end, the price of growing old.

She's waiting for her train.
She's waiting in that old people's home.

I will never forget my visits to her there,
Alz-heimers came a calling, and that blank and empty stare.
If I hold her hand she'll follow, I can't seem to hold her mind
Alz got her full attention, she's lost most of the time.

She's waiting for her train.
She's waiting for her ride home.

There's a train, she's waiting at the station,
with her oil and her lamp lit in her hand.
And she's standing on the platform, he's a kind and handsome man.
And she knows him as her savior, like the back of her own hand.

She's waiting for her train.
She's waiting in that old people's home.

Sometimes when she'd remember she would ask about my brother
and sister and the others then ask me where I've been.
And I'd tell her they've been busy, with the kids in school and work
And that I've been coming daily, she'd forget and ask again.

She's waiting for her train.
She's waiting in that old people's home.

There's a train, she's waiting at the station,
with her oil and her lamp lit in her hand.
And she's standing on the platform, he's a kind and handsome man.
And she knows him as her savior, like the back of her own hand.

She's waiting for her train.
She's waiting for her ride home.

Lately, I've been thinking, about a tribute in a song,
An answer to a prayer, just try to get along.

I Want My Country Back

I had to do it my way, Take it to the highway,
Put it down in L.A., You don't know my name,
Take a look around downtown Hollywood,
I got about half a dream from "Eden".

I traveled with an old friend, We had ideals then,
Left an old mill town, To turn the world around.
Tear the wall of fear down 'cause we knew we could.
We believed in love back then, 'cause we were free then.

The world got old, our hearts gone cold,
we do what we're told, and it feels so damn profound.
We became the enemy, Went to war with liberty,
Shackled the brave and free, As we tore our freedoms down.

Funny how life has changed, everything is rearranged,
There's no time for blame, we did it to ourselves.
Do we need to be this world's hero?
Why do we always fight? When will we get it right?

Don't let this promised land slip through your children's hands
We need a change in plan, we need to change it now
Who's strong enough to shine the beacon?
What will the nation say, when we are shown the way?

The ideas are old, our hearts grew cold,
Got to break the mold, to turn the world around.
I want the innocent free, I want my liberty,
Get off this beaten track--I want my country back.

It's hard to identify, who might be the bad guy,
Grey shades on both sides--It's just not black or white.
Thick in a plot bound for Hollywood,
It's only in the ending when, you're going to see them.

The ideas are old, our hearts grew cold,
Got to break the mold, To turn the world around.
I want the innocent free, I want my liberty,
Get off this beaten track ---I want my country back.

Thick in a plot bound for Hollywood, I got about half a dream from "Eden".

I Am American - Michael Troy

My name is Mr. Jones,
I've been driven from my home,
By the bankers, with the sheriff, in the shadows.
The investment that I made and the thousands that I paid,
Was just a gamble.

All that's left is rusted rail
And the feeling that I failed
And the blackness in the sky on the horizon.
And an emptiness that says, You're no better than the rest,
Likes it's something I've done.

Chorus:
Shine your light on me,
Shine your light on me.
Baby's crying, tears are choken
Mama's struggling, Daddy's broken...

(Instumental break)

Rome didn't change in a day,
it just came and went that way,
Like Goliath in his prime and all his glory.
Pride before the fall, before the bubble broke,
same old story.

Ten thousand in the street,
Can only draw the heat,
But I feel so all alone - and in the cold
Doing nothing about nothing's gotten old.

Chorus:
Shine your light on me,
Shine your light on me.
Tempers burning, words are spoken,
Sticks and stones fly, bones are broken...

I'm an American!
I'm an American!
I am a free man, I will endure the heat...
I'm an American!
I'm an American!
We'll take it to the polls, we'll take it to the street.

(Instumental break)

I'm an American!
I'm an American!
I am a free man, I will endure the heat...
We'll take it to the polls, we'll take it to the street.

(Short Instumental break)

My name is Mr. Jones,
I've been driven from my home,
By the bankers, with the sheriff, in the shadows.
The foundation that I layed
The plans that I made,
Is all in shambles, shambles, shambles

Outro

Lullabye

Someday you'll grow, into a beauty,
Someday I'll grow, and be old and gray.
We'll laugh at the good times, we've had so many,
We'll laugh at the hardships of these troublesome days.

Now that I look back at it, I never thought I'd submit
To life, working the mill.
Taking it day by day, ten years just slipped away,
And look, I'm working it sill.

And someday you'll grow, into a beauty,
Someday I'll grow, and be old and gray.
We'll laugh at the good times, we've had so many,
We'll laugh at the hardships of these troublesome days.

The world's full of peril, goblins and boogiemen
Imagination in a negative way.
But if you believe in magic, parting seas and true love
A good thought will hold them at bay.

When the shiver in your bones, won't let you alone
For fear of what people might say,
You'll never live your dreams, if you don't take a chance,
And let the chips fall where they may.

And someday you'll grow, into a beauty,
And someday I'll grow, and be old and gray.
We'll laugh at the good times, we've had so many,
We'll laugh at the hardships of these troublesome days.

Life can be hard, in between jobs
When the old whirl wind is blowing that way.
But seems insignificant and I become indifferent
My little girl's smiling at me.

And someday you'll grow...

Love Song

I never wrote you that love song.
You know that never, could ever be my style.
To be with you, then without you,
I'd walk on hot coals, a country mile.

There's a place out in heaven,
Where the rainbows begin.
Far across the Great Divide
Where the colors ride the wind.
There's a ship out on an ocean
Reserved for faithful souls,
On a molten sea of gold.

If I go on before you,
I'll be with you, every step of the way.
And if you begin to tire,
I'll be behind you, you can lean on me.

When all the world's against you.
And the mountaintops keep swallowing the sun.
And the roads too steep before you,
Just put your head down, and keep on keepin' on.

There's a place out in heaven,
Where the rainbows begin.
Far across the Great Divide
Where the colors ride the wind.
There's a ship out on an ocean
Reserved for faithful souls,
On a molten sea of gold.

When the world's cold and lonely
And that cold breeze, chills you to the bone.
I'll be there your one and only.
That warm spot in your heart, you won't be alone.

When the world turns to winter.
And you start to think that you won't smile again.
And those old coals turn to cinder,
Think of me, and I'll warm you from within.

There's a place out in heaven,
Where the rainbows begin.
Far across the Great Divide
Where the colors ride the wind.
There's a ship out on an ocean
Reserved for faithful souls,
On a molten sea of gold.

I never wrote you that love song
You know that never, could ever be my style.