Hand-Me-Down and Rust

New Song,  a little take off on the tin man and Dorothy from the wizard of oz.  A fun little ditty.

How it Goes

Here’s a story of a broken man,
Just pieces of an old tin can,
Lost his heart,
We know,
     how this goes.

Was as high as a kite can go,
Was as sure as mistletoe,
Turned his head, and
never
     saw her go

Now he’s stuck like rust,
And carries a great big hole.
And everything he trusts,
Goes round and round and round,
Til it’s gone,
     aint that
           how it goes.

Here’s a story of a wayward girl,
incomplete and lost her world,
With shiny shoes,
      hand me down.

She’s got a basket ,She puts love in,
Skips along until she needs some,
Reaches in,
     But it’s gone.

And she feels so alone
Like she’s in a great big hole
When it starts to feel like home
It goes round and round and round
Til it’s gone,
     ain’t that
           how it goes.

Aint love a mess
when it’s got a job to do,
If you can’t treat it best,
it won’t be there for you, and
An oil can and a witch,
     is what you get.


a tin man and a wayward girl,
Skipping through a mixed up world,
Looking for what they’re
too afraid,
     To give.
Hand me down and rust,
On a quest to save themselves,
On a road so long,
It goes round and round and round,
Til it’s gone,
     Aint that,
          how it goes.

Ridin Lonely

New Song for the Songwriters Challenge at the Local Blend open mic night.

The theme for this month is jail.  And so here's a metaphorical special for you folks.

Riding Lonely

A ring on her finger or a .44,
One will kill you quicker
One will kill you more,
And he’s staring at the door

Three lovely ladies
In love with one man
He can’t love them all
But he does what he can
And it’s lock down once again.

He’s been stuck here all his life,
In this jail waiting for someone to come,
No one wants what they can‘t see,
Ain’t nobody, nobody going to set him free.

A smile on her face,
A shell on her floor
One’s just beginnin
to settle the score,
And he’s staring at the door.

A promise or a lie
Just one in the same,
One last longer
And the others a game
And it’s lock down once again.

He’s been through this all before,
In this jail waiting for the pain to come,
In his hand he holds the key,
Ain’t nobody going to set him free.

He dreams of far off trails,
Riding lonely,
finally found himself some peace.
No one clinging to some...
...broken dream
Of some man he’ll never be,
Where he won’t need,
he won't need to be set free.
 
He’s been stuck here all his life,
In this jail waiting for someone to come,
No one wants what they can‘t see,
Ain’t nobody, nobody going to set him free.