All the sailors knew, there was no place with a better view
According to Webster’s definition, the Poop Deck
Is a partial deck, above the main after-deck
On any sea going vessel
But to us, the Poop Deck is
Where the elite meet in bare-feet
We party, play pool and listen to good music
At the Poop Deck
It’s the best bar in town
Look how long it’s been around
Successful for thirty-seven years
On the Gulf of Mexico
When Ardella referred to the good in life
She said” It’s up town Mary Ann!”
As she often did, when she referred to my apartment
Now I’ve spent half my life here
I’ve been on vacation, more than a time or two
And this place, by far, has the best view
If you’ve never been, you haven’t got a clue!
The Poop Deck, is the best bar in town
Look how long it’s been around
There’s another Poop Deck in California—on the beach
I’ve been given a picture
I hear there is a Poop Deck in Forth worth Texas
Near the stock yards
I know somewhere in the Bahamas,
There’s a fancy restaurant called
The Poop Deck
And down in Galveston where the gulf breeze blows
It seems everyone knows Marie
Where the Poop Deck has history
Starting with ArDella, Marie and people hanging out
Where the elite meet in bare-feet
While they sit and think
Enjoying a drink or two
As well as the view
Just doing what they do
This my friend is true
At the Poop Deck
The best bar in town
With the best view a round
Good Morning
Good morning America, I’m watching you
And doing what I do
Writing, it was May 2nd 2008
When I wrote “In our America”
You said nothing on your show that day
Not that I heard anyway
About the soldiers, in that foreign country
I may be wrong but if I see a replay
I could get corrected
I have been wrong before
I was writing, that morning like this morning
I had something to say
Today I’m ANGRY, I have MS
I hurt! There isn’t a cure
I was told nearly twenty years ago in Galveston, TX
That I had something the doctors couldn’t fix
I asked what I had to do
And until November of last year (2008)
I didn’t take prescribed medicine
I think of Dr. Shiess often. She was my Neurologist at UTMB
I wonder if she is still around, I’d like to see her again
I told her she couldn’t tell me I had something she couldn’t fix
Her expression changed when she told me I had MS.
She said “I’ll show you your MRI results”
That seems like a long time ago
This time for three and half, nearly four years
Life has been difficult for me and for Dennis, my husband
I did what the doctor said
I exercised, I walked stairs, I rode a bike
I got up to nearly twenty miles a day, sometimes more
And that was so enjoyable on the nine and half mile seawall
Especially at sunrise in the summer, before it got too hot to ride
A few years ago my balance got so bad I had to quit riding
I maybe, should’ve quit long before, because of my vision
I was in my early twenties when I started to lose my sight
Jay Hodges, hit me on the stairs of the Poop Deck
In August or September of 1986
I never could see right after that
So I went to TSO and saw Kevin Katz, he couldn’t figure it out,
But he knew it wasn’t from the blow to the head
It was in October of 1986, He sent me to UTMB to see
Dr. Sheiss a Neurologist
Short Quotes
Not one, Not two, Not three, for sure
The Love from an animal or a child is unconditional
No matter what you do or don’t do
How much does a ticket cost?
I want to ride the ride
The Himmilaya, the hurricane or the merry go round
Or the Bumper cars
Bumping into each other on the run
I remember it was fun
If we were all fishes or wishes
We’d swim in the sea
I didn’t have a plan
When I bought that ship in Cheyenne
The light changed colors
And the blue was bright
You know it looked right
I found something to enjoy at night
At an Oh MY God point in my life
You tore a hole in my heart,
threw it around and then turned it upside down
And threw it into that burning ring of fire
Where the flames went higher, filled with desire
I heard someone say it went full circle
You ask what does that mean?
It’s pretty clear to me
You are no longer parted
It’s all back to where it started
When the in-laws are not that close
or that nice
Sometimes I swear their outlaws
Nothing like a child’s friend called Robin Hood
They are causing more harm than good
YOU KNOW
Don’t bitch
About something you can’t change, Rearrange
Make everything sound better
Just write a letter
You know, don’t bitch
About something you can’t change, rearrange
You know those feelings inside your head
That get into your heart
Piece by piece tearing you a part
Don’t bitch
About something you can’t change, rearrange
THE KEYS
That hurt like a son of a gun
When I cut the tip of my thumb
While it was healing
There was this apple I was peeling
When I cut my thumb, again and nearly hit the ceiling
Let me tell ya it was nothing fun
It hurt like a son of a gun
The blood, I saw it spurt
Soon I went out for a run
Soakin’ up some sun
The apple I salted
And we ate it
With some cheese
Now I just need to know
Where did I loose my keys
MERMAID SONG
The day I met me, a mermaid
No one believes
Cuz, earlier I’d been drinkin at every bar
On the beach
I gotta tell ya
Her hair was red and her tail was green
She had the prettiest eyes that I ever did see
She swam to me
Straight out of the sea
Right up to my dingy
I told her what it was like
To walk on the beach
And she told me how it was
To swim under the sea
But we knew together, we could not be
My mermaid, My mermaid
With your bright red hair
And pretty green eyes
Oh where, Oh where can you be
When I sit on the beach
And look out to see
I think of
My mermaid, My mermaid
And I want her to know she’s on my mind
As I watch the ships going by
Thinking about the day I met her and
She swam up to me
Flippin her tail straight out of the sea
Right there next to my dingy
I thought my eyes were
Playing tricks on me
No one believes the day I met me a mermaid
By Esther Marie & Cowboy Ronnie
Burnin Palm Tree
It’s was four thirty in the morning
A palm tree was burning
I thought it was a cross
I stopped cuz that ain’t right
Ended up putting out that tree
Helping out the fire Department
Then I sang—a lil’ George with “I’m the fireman”
Remember it was four—thirty AM
I was driving home from the Dutch Kettle
A palm tree was burning
I got offered a job putting out fires
Earlier, I met Randy Rogers
At the Dutch Kettle
He’s got a couple CD’s out
These people at the Dutch Kettle heard us
Both play and my breakfast was bought for me
He walked out with his rolex on his arm
And had to come back and pay his bill
I never thought at four-thirty AM
I’d be putting out a burning palm tree
After singing for my coffee
By Esther Marie & Cowboy Ronnie
Look
When I see a piece of history, happening right in front of me
On the gulf near the sea, where the birds eat free
I don’t just read the book
I read it every day, so often it makes me say Look!
I gotta ask, are you really gonna get something to eat
If I give you some money?
Or drugs that don’t let you think
Or do you just want a drink?
After that I gotta say “Look right here”
I got a cold beer, it’s on ice
Hey Bud, I like that!
If ya gotta think twice
Maybe you really do want to get something to eat
Now I gotta say
Look straight up, “He’s there, he’s everywhere”
Then I’ll say Listen
I’m in need of some help
If it’s no trouble
I promise it will earn you a double
And I don’t make promises that I can’t keep
Don’t look down
Look up, there’s angels all around
They’ll help if you ask
When your body runs out of gas
And I see a piece of history
I gotta say “Look!”
Read the book
Look ! In the mirror
Who do you see
Ask yourself, is that the person you want to be?
On the gulf near the sea
Where the birds eat free
Did you listen to me—It’s simple!
I’ll give you a double for your trouble
Look up! Don’t look down!
Turn around
Look!
Read the book
And I’ll see a piece of history
Happening right in front of me
Salt Water Cowboy
I’m sitting on the seawall
Watching the tide roll in
With the gulf breeze blowing threw my hair
And the sun on my skin
I see shrimp boats and sail boats
Out on the Gulf of Mexico
Funny thing is, I’d rather be doing a show
Cuz’ I’m a salt water cowboy
I live by the sea
I’ll be riding my sea horse
Across the waves on the beach
I can Lasso a sting ray right out of the Galvestion bay
Cuz’ I’m a saltwater cowboy
That’s how I’ll stay
I want you to know—long ago
I named my guitar Ellie May
And I still don’t eat oysters in the month of May,
I’m sitting on the sidewalk
Downtown at The Crow with Diane
Watching the people walking by hand and hand
Remember December and Dickens on the strand
Everyone was dressed up, down town, in Galveston
Where I’m a salt water cowboy
I live by the sea
I ride a sea horse
And I can lasso a stingray and right out of the Galveston bay
Cuz’ I’m a salt water cowboy
And that’s how I’ll stay
I want you to know, long ago
I named my guitar Ellie May
And I still don’t eat oysters in the month of May
I’m sitting at the Poop Deck
Ending a Beautiful day
Enjoying the view on the seawall and out over the Gulf
The sun on my face
When it goes down
I’ll be sitting right there at the bar
Where the Elite meet in bare-feet
Playing my guitar
I’m the salt water cowboy
I ride a sea horse
and I can lasso a string ray right out of the Galveston bay
I want you to know—long ago
I named my guitar Ellie May
And I still don’t eat oysters in May
Cuz’ I’m a saltwater cowboy
And that’s how I’ll stay
““““Ending””””
Written By
Esther Maire and Ronnie Watts(Cowboy Ronnie, (The Salt Water Cowboy)
Mexican Pearl
We found our girl, she’s a Mexican Pearl
She’s got an education
She could make real money
But she work’s at the Poop Deck
To make play money
She likes baby pink and harley black
She’s sweet and precious, ruff and tuff
She’s Rachael, our Rachael
Yeah Huh!
She’ll try to get you to drink a Red Headed Slut
Shut up!
It’s Rachael, she’s nice
Exacaree!
But if it don’t set right with her
She’ll go off and not think twice
Ya gotta know, that girl really is nice
She’s got an education
She could make real money
But she works at the Poop Deck to make play money
Dressed in her baby pink and harley black
She’s no box of rocks on a wet road in Georgia
She’s our girl, our Mexican Pearl
Straight from the Gulf of Mexico
Moore’s
I know we’re almost there
We just went through Pasadena on 45
Were headed south down to the coast
Going over the causeway
After another long hard day
I’m gonna finish up my chores
Buying some fresh seafood from Moore’s
I’m coming down 61st street
Picking up some shrimp
I’m gonna say hi to Ray and Laura
They always treat me right
I see them so often I feel like we’re tight
They are friends of mine I really like
And it’s almost crawfish time
I gotta see if they might, yeah, maybe have some
Of them there mudbugs and I’ll boil them up instead
Or maybe I’ll get some red fish to fry
Moore’s might, yeah! Maybe have some either
Crawfish for tonight or red fish
Ray and Laura always treat me right
I see them so often, I feel like were tight
They are friends of mine I really like
There seafood is fresh
I’m so happy they are open once again
Everyday, nine and half month after hurricane Ike
On 61st street this time, next to KFC
&n
bsp; They are selling out of a trailer now
Rent was just too high, trying to get by, at the last place
I’m sure glad their back in business
Because when it comes to shrimp or seafood
I want some of Moore’s
and we’re on 61st street now,almost there
Saltwater Cowgirl
Did you know?
A saltwater cowgirl rides a dolphin
All night and all day
And she’s just like me, she don’t eat oysters
In the month of May
She doesn’t have a guitar
Named Ellie May
She has a harp she named Stingray
We’ll hear her play
On a calm moon lit night
She’ll be the only star in sight
The water will shimmer and shine
Just the way I like
I’ll think about my saltwater cowgirl
And my mermaid
They are, oh so fine
Both on my mind, like an old nursery rhyme
I’ll swim under the sea with my pretty mermaid
Or I’ll ride a seahorse
Next to my saltwater cowgirl
Riding her dolphin
Playing her Stingray
I’ll be playing Ellie May
Wanting to lasso my saltwater cowgirl
Right off that dolphin
She rides through the waves out in the bay
Along with her harp she calls Stingray
By Esther Marie and Elizabeth Kyle (saltwater Cow girl, artist)
Farrah
Farrah was over the moon
I still remember that red bathing suit
Standing in the Kmart store
I bet I stared at it an hour or more
It ended up on my closet door
Then we had to say goodbye
Way too soon on that day in June
To a girl that was over the moon
We all lost a Hubba! Hubba!
From Corpus Christie, Texas, a HOTTIE! (*then whistle*)
I just know Farrah was a Saltwater Cowgirl
Did you ever see her in a pair of jean’s
Hubba! Hubba! Hush!
On the beach or on the street
In the Texas heat
She was a hottie (*ssss*) in a red swim Suit
(whistle a Hubba, Hubba)
The world knew this,
There were posters sold everywhere
To boys, young men and some elderly too
I had one, Did You?
Mine was in my bedroom on the closet door
There was one on the wall in Uncle John’s garage
My friend Tom had one in his locker at school
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