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by E. Marie Aldrich-Creasy


  For we are blessed

  People want to believe

  That’s how a con artist survives

  All God thinks we’ve got coming

  To us is love

  Yet in order to receive

  You have to give

  To honestly see the luck in the rainbow

  THE RACES

  Sundays when I hear

  “Gentlemen start your engines”

  And I hear those motors thunder by me at 190 mph

  Or more in broad daylight

  My high beams come on

  When forty-three cars at the

  Talladega Super Speedway

  Are racing for the checkered flag

  In April or October

  188 laps around the track

  500 miles at unbelievable speed

  In broad daylight

  My high beams come on

  February in Daytona

  First race of the season

  Granddaddy to them all

  Racing for the checkered flag

  November in Phoenix

  110,000 strong

  Watchin’ them racing

  For the checkered flag

  Yeah

  In broad daylight

  My high beams come on

  THE MERRY-GO ROUND BROKE

  The merry-go round broke

  It no longer goes around

  And long ago quit making a sound

  But like most everything, it can be fixed

  Sound is not hard

  It just takes a little will

  Ya know,

  like want to

  Even though it quit going around

  That’s no problem

  Everyone knows what ever goes around, comes around

  The merry-go round can be fixed

  THE TRUTH

  If I said all things I wanna’ say

  No one would ever look at me the same way

  If they heard how I felt

  Me

  Myself

  And I

  Who knows why

  Mother Nature

  God himself

  Or Eve

  For eating that apple

  TURN LEFT DUMMIES

  I wanna’ go to the

  Texas Motor Speedway

  Home of the “Turn Left Dummies”

  A family of friends

  That party because they love racin’

  Knowing the hangovers their facin”

  They play hard all weekend long

  No one can tell them they’re wrong

  They drink their hangovers away Saturday

  Then again on Sunday

  Cuz’ after qualifying Friday

  It’s bound to set in

  It’s all about that Sunday Win!

  At Texas Motor Speedway

  For the ‘Turn Left Dummies’

  Not to mention the beer

  The Barbeque

  The championship

  Your favorite number

  The attitude

  But don’t you dare be rude

  We’re racin’ for three days

  We pray

  We believe in God

  And we party

  Like the ‘Turn Left Dummies’

  At the Texas Motor Speedway

  Full of old fashion fun

  All day in the sun

  Makes ya’ wonder if

  You got a hold of Dorothy’s shoes

  Could they take you to the in-field party

  Instead of Kansas

  Or if you could find a magic wand

  Attached to a fairy princess

  That could make dreams come true

  By sprinkling a little magic dust

  All around the track like an unwritten must

  Making sure we see the race on Sunday

  NO RAIN

  It’s all about going fast

  Getting the checkered flag

  Winning the pot

  Getting paid off in the parking lot

  Where the transportable bar

  Just for tips is up and running

  For the ‘Turn Left Dummies’

  At Texas Motor Speedway

  PLUM FULL OF SKILL

  Who’s to say that ain’t real

  The way Nascar makes you feel

  Happy . . . . Sad . . . Thrilled . . . Disappointed . . .

  Breathless . . . Overwhelmed . . .

  All in a matter of seconds

  With a lead change . . . Or a wreck

  The sound of twisting metal

  And squealing tires

  On or off the track

  Out in the middle of it all

  Hoping your driver escapes

  The hazards that await

  Caution’s out with four laps to go

  We’re all on the edge of our seats

  Don’t ya know

  Who’s to say that it ain’t real

  The way Nascar makes you feel

  Racin’ is kinda like gambling

  When you’re hot and when you’re not

  It’s a crap shoot, who’s gonna’ win

  Pick your number, place your bet

  And pray your driver doesn’t wreck

  Who’s to say that ain’t real

  The way Nascar makes you feel

  From the green to the checkered

  The thrill and the disappointment reverse

  Again and Again

  You’re disappointed or thrilled

  It’s Nascar

  Fourty-three drivers that are plum full of skill

  All with the want to as well as the will

  WRECKIN’ . . . . THATS RACIN’

  Wreckin’ . . . That’s racin’, is what I say

  The Big E’s a legend, our favorite #3

  All in black

  Coming from the back

  The back of the pack

  Like at Talladega, he went from 17th to 1st in three laps

  He finally got his Daytona win in 1999?

  We lost him there, not then!

  It wasn’t fair but that’s racin’

  And wreckin’

  Nascar fans are the Family of friends

  That care

  We bow are heads in prayer

  Before we hear

  “Gentleman start your engines”

  All of us remembering Darrell Waltrip saying

  “Boogity!, Boogity!, Boogity!, Let’s go racing boys!”

  As we ask God to be there

  And to take care of everyone

  Drivers, crew and fans

  Let the day go off without a hitch

  So we don’t have to look back

  And say “Damn! That was a bitch!

  Wreckin, that’s racin!’

  Is what I say

  Big E’s a legend our favorite #3

  All in black

  Coming from the back

  Back of the pack

  We’ll never forget him

  The way he drove, the man he was

  And how he accomplished his goal

  Who’d a thought, we’ve all seen worse

  It was just the wall

  Dale Earnhardt’s final call

  That shocked the Nascar world

  Reminding us all to pray

  Cuz’ wreckin, that’s racin’

  I think Big E,Number 3

  Would agree with me

  Wreckin’ that’s racin’

  Is what I say

  NASCAR JUNKIE

  I’M A Nascar junkie

  If there ever was one

  Going from track to track

  All season long

  Just to get a hotdog in Martinsville

  Or see a hottie in California on the speedway

  Yeah! Right, Where are you at?

  I’m a Nascar junkie

  That’s gotta get a Nascar fix

  Sunday afternoon by six

  Unless it’s a night race

  Then I patiently hurry-up and wait


  Like a horse coming out of the gate

  I’m a Nascar junkie

  I’m gonna see thirty-seven races this season

  From Daytona International Speedway to

  California, then Vegas

  Twenty-eight races later I’ll be at

  Talladega Super Speedway in Alabama

  Then in November I’ll finish the season out at

  Homestead, Miami Speedway

  I’m a Nascar junkie

  If ever there was one

  I gotta have my Nascar fix

  Sunday afternoon by six

  UNWIND YOUR HEART

  FROM YOUR MIND

  When ya’ gotta unwind

  Your heart from your mind

  That gets twisted and turned

  Through out life you’ve learned

  Over and Over

  Time and Time again

  That’s just the way it is

  My friend

  When ya’ gotta unwind

  Your heart from your mind

  And leave some of the memories behind

  UNWANTED

  She just wants a parent to love her

  A parent . . . . she’s been in and out of foster homes

  Since four years old

  Ten years of childhood with no place to call

  Her home

  Waiting for love

  Oh, what a sad story, I heard on the news today

  I hope for her life will soon be okay

  TOO YOUNG

  We started young

  Both still in school

  So who’s the bigger fool

  When we drink

  We get drunk

  We don’t know

  Where the stop button is

  Now I’ve gone on too long

  It’s inevitable

  Something goes wrong

  Oh my! In public no less

  You said and did things

  And so did I

  We should be ashamed

  Ashamed of ourselves

  And our behavior

  The things we said

  The way we said them

  I’m embarrassed!

  How about you

  Now truly

  Who’s the bigger fool

  When alcohol was our fuel

  We started young . . .

  Both in school

  TOO MUCH

  Dreaming too much

  Too soon

  Too fast

  We’ve all been given

  The sun

  The moon

  And the stars

  That’s real

  And we know there are seahorses

  So why not magic

  Mermaids

  And fairies

  Witches and warlocks

  Talking animals

  And leprechauns

  At the end of every rainbow

  Waiting with a pot of gold

  Like the stories we’ve been told

  And ourselves have told

  Dreaming too much

  Too soon

  Too fast

  We’ve all been given

  The sun

  The moon

  And the stars

  That’s real

  TOMORROW’S YESTERDAY

  I’d give to you

  The sky

  The sun

  The moon

  The twinkling stars

  And a planet named Mars

  If they were mine to give away

  So be thankful

  For tomorrow’s yesterdays

  Here and Now

  Today

  I’d give to you

  The mountains

  The Beach

  Swimming fish

  And your most special wish

  If they were mine to give

  So very thankful

  For tomorrows yesterday

  Here and now

  Today

  TODAY IT DOESN’T MATTER

  I can’t remember the first name you told me was yours

  Now I wonder are you Donnie, Ben, Harold, Eric, or Doty

  Or someone else today

  Like Mike, Mark or Matthew

  Cuz yesterday I thought I knew it was you

  You, who tripped me up and made me stumble

  Only to realize, I can’t remember the first name you told me was yours

  Sam, Bill, Ron or John

  Now today it doesn’t matter, when I wonder why it did for so long

  From the beginning it was wrong

  That goes on and on

  Not remembering the first name you told me was yours

  Now when I wonder, I shake my head

  Square my shoulders and stand tall

  And carry on

  For I know today it doesn’t matter

  TO HEAR HIM TELL HIS STORY

  He has more than a lot

  A shopping cart

  His home

  A trash can

  His gold mine

  He’s a happy man

  To hear him tell his story

  To spend a day in his shoes

  Would be so frightening

  To those of us who never really had nothing

  Oh . . . we thought we did

  But I had

  Didn’t you have

  A warm clean bed

  To sleep in

  A nice hot supper

  On the table to eat

  And a family to share it with

  Thankful

  And not just on Thanksgiving

  That’s more that a lot

  Now a shopping cart is his home

  A trash can is his gold mine

  He’s a happy man

  To hear him tell his story

  He has more than a lot

  THROUGHT IT ALL

  Hindsights 20/20

  You realize this is true

  When all the years

  And all the tears

  And all the dumb shit ya’ do

  Flashes inside your head

  Echoing with all you’ve heard and said

  You’d think by now

  You could get it right

  Without a battle or a fight

  Hindsights 20/20

  You realize this is true

  When from your mistakes

  You can’t sleep at night

  That’s when you see

  Clearly

  All the years

  And all the tears

  And all the dumb shit ya’ do

  Flashes inside your head

  Echoing with all you’ve heard and said

  THEY JUST DON’T SEE HIM

  Why do we love the ones we do

  Everyone has another opinion

  A different view

  They just don’t see him

  Like you do

  Ten years from now

  They’ll all be amazed

  At how together we will

  Gracefully age

  THREAD

  Between a mother and a child

  The cord must be cut

  But the thread never breaks

  Like tangled yarn at times

  When you as a parent haven’t got a clue

  Like monofilament, clear and strong, no tangles

  With you on one side and that big ol’ fish on the other

  Its picture perfect and all so clear

  Between a mother and her child

  The thread never breaks

  Even after years apart

  That thread can mend a broken heart

  Written by Esther Marie and Ron Thamm

  THE VIEW FROM THE DECK

  Twenty years serving drinks and cold beer

  To the passengers on board the Poop Deck

  At the edge of the Gulf of Mexico

  With the juke box playing good ol’ music

  And a little new

  You just can’t beat the view

  Especially when the waters blue
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  Or on a moonlit night

  The shimmer and shine off the water

  It’s breath taking, soothing and relaxing

  Enjoy the view

  Day or Night

  It’s perfect

  It’s right

  Looking out over the water

  The beach and the seawall

  You can see it all

  Winter

  Spring

  Summer and

  Fall

  OUR FRIEND

  Sherri, Sherri, Sherri

  You didn’t get to choose this

  And we all know that

  None of us are mad at you

  But each and everyone one is sad

  We all have our personal whys and reasons

  And you know them all now

  Because even though you are gone

  You’re with each of us always

  From now till forever

  We will miss you

  Especially your Johnny

  Just know, we will do our best to make him smile

  We all know how much you loved his smile

  Sherri, Sherri, Sherri,

  God bless and God speed

  Johnny’s Grin

  In April Johnny took his own life

  Eight months earlier, he buried his Wife

  I miss him, but I miss her more

  God escorted her through that door

  Johnny, he chose to be a coward and he committed

  The ultimate sin

  In the end, so no one can win

  or ever again, see Johnny’s grin

  THE TAILGATE PARTY IS ON

  We’re going racin with Nextel

  Cuz it’s Nascar racin

  Boogity, Boogity

  Let’s pray and salute our flag

  Pledge allegiance and have a great three days

  See them qualify

  The Busch run’s on Saturday

  And Nextel Nascar on Sunday

  Oh Yeah! We’re gonna play

  Probably drink too much

  Eat too much junk

  And good ol’ southern BBQ

  And not sleep near enough

  Just to realize year after year

  Age makes it tuff

  Tuff to be a Nascar buff

  THE SCAM

  I ought to scream

  I ought to yell

  I’ve stumbled

  I’ve fell

  Fell more times

  Than I can tell

  Trying to catch a dream

  Running so fast down

  An ice cold stream

  That freezes and brakes

  Along with all the people

  That are phonies and Fakes

  Stupid decisions made

 

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