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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