Below are six lyrics I wrote, please vote on which ones you like best.
John Sebby
Senior Pastor at Wildwood Christian Church, Director of Development at MTM Ministries, Author, and Lyricist
Below are six lyrics I wrote, please vote on which ones you like best. Feel free to offer any comments, I am seeking feedback. Thanks.
1. Riding the fence
2. My Hometown
3. Moon beams and mud pies
4. Hole in my boot
5. Livin’ in toddler hell, Cuz I can’t spell
6. Rain in sunny Florida
Riding the fence
My horse is dead, my life is stale,
I've got my saddle over a rail,
Going by you will think I'm dense,
Me and my saddle, riding the fence.
Hoopin' and hollerin', Yippee, Ki Ay,
Been out here riding most of the day,
Some folks think I am out of my mind,
Even been bucked a couple of times.
I don't go far and don't go fast,
But it is a ride I know will last,
My future as a cowboy cast,
Reality is out of my grasp.
A picket fence best not go near,
Even with a saddle, it'll hurt your rear,
Split rail fences always work best,
After a long day's ride I need my rest.
My horse is dead, my life is stale,
And I've got my saddle over a rail,
Going by you'll think I'm dense,
Me and my saddle, riding the fence.
My Hometown
I don't recognize my hometown,
So much has changed as I can see,
I don't recognize my old hometown,
And my hometown doesn't recognize me.
The street names are all the same,
Some of the houses remain unchanged,
My old school has been torn down,
Names the same, but it's not my town.
I remember the things I did,
And all the old places as a kid,
My street doesn't seem as long,
All I know is that I don't belong.
Chorus
I don't recognize my hometown,
So much has changed as I can see,
I don't recognize my old hometown,
And my hometown doesn't recognize me.
Friends and I in the long hot summer,
We'd ride our bike down to the pool,
Would jump over the little Blue Spruce,
Every day on my way to school.
Now the spruce is twenty feet tall,
It does not feel like my house at all,
At the place, I use to call home,
Now all I feel is all alone.
Chorus
I don't recognize my hometown,
So much has changed as I can see,
I don't recognize my old hometown,
And my hometown doesn't recognize me.
Moon beams and mud pies
Moon beams and mud pies,
Paper kites, and butterflies,
Picking flowers by the thicket,
Chasing bugs catching crickets,
Chalk, hopscotch and pattycake,
Cookies my Mom would bake.
Chorus
Spend hours in the park,
Lightning bugs in the dark,
Joy and laughter we never lack,
Oh, how I want to go back,
To moon beams and mud pies,
Paper kites and butterflies.
Rainy days played old maid,
Drinking cups of red Kool-Aid,
Colorful fort of blankets made,
As our finger-paintings fade.
I enriched my day,
With outside play,
Chorus
Spend hours in the park,
Lightning bugs in the dark,
Joy and laughter we never lacked,
Oh, how I want to go back,
To moon beams and mud pies,
Paper kites and butterflies.
Marbles, bubble gum and giggles,
Watching worms as they wiggled,
Viewing clouds as they go by,
Daydreams under a sunny sky,
With bright balloons to bump,
And all those puddles to jump.
Chorus
Spend hours in the park,
Lightning bugs in the dark,
Joy and laughter we never lack,
Oh, how I want to go back,
To moon beams and mud pies,
Paper kites and butterflies.
Hole in my boot
I can't ride, and I can't shoot,
But at least I got a hole in my boot.
Can't rope, never scraped a knuckle,
But I got me a shiny belt buckle.
Wrangle a cow, never did that,
But I'm wearin' a big ol' cowboy hat.
Playing cowboy since I was a kid,
Was the only thing I always did.
The hole in my boot is my pride and joy,
Cuz it makes me look like a real cowboy.
Never felt a cow on the rope pull,
But once I rode a mechanical bull.
I'll never fix that hole of mine,
I like that hole in my boot just fine.
Oh, I can't ride, and I can't shoot,
But at least I got a hole in my boot.
Chorus
Playing cowboy since I was a kid,
Was the only thing I always did,
The hole in my boot is my pride and joy,
Cuz it makes me feel like a real cowboy.
Got no ambition and got no hope,
But I have my own cowboy rope,
A cattle drive can’t stay on course,
Haven’t ever even owned a horse,
Never rode a bull out of the chute,
Thank goodness for that hole in my boot.
Chorus
Playing cowboy since I was a kid,
Was the only thing I always did,
The hole in my boot is my pride and joy,
Cuz it makes me look like a real cowboy.
Livin’ in toddler hell, Cuz I can’t spell
Chorus
Didn’t go to school and learn readin’ and writin’
I only studied ditchin’ and fightin’,
Now I’m livin’ in toddler hell,
All because, I can’t spell.
My wife looks me says Hey big guy,
Don’t come in here with C-A-N-D-Y,
You know it just wouldn’t be right,
Your son will spoil his appetite.
Didn’t understand the spelling she did,
Ate it right there in front of our kid.
Chorus
Didn’t go to school and learn readin’ and writin’
I only studied ditchin’ and fightin’,
Now I’m livin’ in toddler hell,
All because, I can’t spell.
With the two-year-old in the room playin’,
The wife was fond of spellin’ not sayin’,
Like Honey please fetch me a S-O-D-A,
Was clueless as to what she had to say.
To me all her spellin’ wasn’t clear,
So I got up and got me a beer.
Chorus
Didn’t go to school and learn readin’ and writin’
I only studied ditchin’ and fightin’,
Now I’m livin in toddler hell,
All because, I can’t spell.
Rain in Sunny Florida
Were they lying about the sunshine,
Were they lying about the sand,
All I’ve seen is rain in Florida,
And now I don’t understand.
Nothing but rain in sunny Florida,
When will God turn this rain off,
Will it wash out to the ocean,
Or will it wash out to the gulf.
I can easily drive in a drizzle,
I know how to drive in a storm,
Traveling without my sunshine,
For its you who keeps me warm.
It can rain all day in Florida,
And pour all night its true,
I won’t see sun in Florida,
Until I’m together with you.
For you are my sunshine,
Only you are my delight,
It’s you who brings me joy,
And you who brings me light.
Driving in the rain in sunny Florida,
Can drive through the storm,
I’m traveling to my sunshine,
For its you who keeps me warm.
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RETIRED, Director, Institutional Advancement, Augusta Technical College & Executive Director, Augusta Tech Foundation
4 年Moonbeam and mud lies...those lyrics speak to me.