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  1. (It’s a Fine Line) Between an Angel and a Ghost ©2018 Robert George BMI Well, he always took a corner table And he’d sit there hopin’ for some peace Ev’ry day he’d haunt, local restaurants Like his soul had perished overseas One day ev’rybody stood there frozen When a customer pulled out a gun But he didn’t even think, it was pure instinct When he jumped up and saved ev’ryone It was like a man forgotten by life Was sent to help them all survive It’s a fine line Between an angel and a ghost And help seems to arrive When we need it the most People we don’t know are there, Are the answer to our prayer And it’s a fine line Between an angel and a ghost Well, her husband drove an eighteen wheeler He was headin’ home on their anniversary He hit the brakes and swerved, on a misty mountain curve To avoid a fallen tree Six months after his funeral She parked on some railroad tracks one night A train whistled in the dark, a truck pulled up behind her car And pushed her off the tracks into the light Cos when she got out and looked around That big rig was nowhere to be found It’s a fine line Between an angel and a ghost And help seems to arrive When we need it the most Spirits we don’t know are there, Are the answer to our prayer And it’s a fine line Between an angel and a ghost No one can predict The Lord’s will Or those whom He protects Sometimes the instruments He chooses And the soldiers that he uses Have one foot in this world and one in the next It’s a fine line Between an angel and a ghost And help seems to arrive When we need it the most People we don’t know are there, Are the answer to our prayer And it’s a fine line Between an angel and a ghost Between an angel and a ghost An angel and a ghost…
  2. She Moves Through the Mist ©2018 Robert George BMI She moves through the mist After dark along a lonely, quiet stretch of beach And she walks between the grains of sand where time can’t reach Does she wear a silver gown each night Or a thin cloak made of sheer moonlight She moves through the mist Once I thought I saw her lifted skyward in the dark Borne away upon a shooting star’s enchanted arc And it seemed like ev’ry cresting wave Was the cross above a sailor’s grave Legends say that shipwreck was a myst’ry Men and mounts were lost within that galleon And her lover galloped into hist’ry Riding bareback on a drowning stallion Now she moves through the mist And no man of flesh and bone can be her paramour She awaits the phantom kiss of her conquistador She believes he’ll meet her on the shore And they’ll ride the night forevermore Yes, she moves through the mist After dark along a lonely, quiet stretch of beach She moves through the mist She moves through the mist…
  3. There’ll Never Be Another You ©2018 Robert George BMI Friends and neighbors ask why I’m still single They say I should open up and mingle Though it’s kind of them to ask, they can’t penetrate my mask And picture what I’m going through They think time will help with healing All the hollow pain that I’ve been feeling O but they don’t realize, time will never dry my eyes Cos there’ll never be another you People said the light of day would find me When it did it left me searching blindly There’s no dawn that I could see, to eclipse your memory You’re the vision in my view Though I know the sun will rise tomorrow The horizon has no future I can borrow Ev’ry night and ev’ry day, just arrives to say There’ll never be another you There’ll never be another you O how can someone be gone And yet still go on and on When I feel my soul begin to harden I walk outside in our moonlit garden Silent whispers on the breeze, tell me that the night agrees There’ll never be another you O how can someone be gone And yet still go on and on Because there’ll never be another you There’ll never be another you…
  4. Redneck Oligarch ©2018 Robert George BMI I was kickin’ back and watchin’ Iron Chef When I got a visit from the ATF They showed me photos of a guy I’d met only once Said they’d planted bugs, in his beer-a-mid and bear rug And they’d been surveillin’ him fer months They said he’s in deep guano with the special prosecutor He gets discount hot wings from the gals at Hooter’s He sells lotto tickets stolen from the Stop n Go And bootleg cable to a trailer park He got that scar in the stockade out at Ft. Hood He smuggles steroids that makes a man as hard as cord wood He runs bathtub gin that tastes like Mop n Glo He’s a real bad actor, he’s a redneck oligarch He’s got a foot long Phil Robertson beard And that venison he sells ain’t made outta deer We’ve been watchin’ with night goggles and a drone He’s got a bunker underground, and we think his sniff hound is a clone They said he’s in deep guano with the special prosecutor He gets discount hot wings from the gals at Hooter’s He sells lotto tickets stolen from the Stop n Go And bootleg cable to a trailer park He got that scar in the stockade out at Ft. Hood He smuggles steroids that makes a man as hard as cord wood He runs bathtub gin that tastes like Mop n Glo He’s a real bad actor, he’s a redneck oligarch The boys at Langley have compiled a secret dossier He’s a Podunk Putin…his dad was a white trash Kruschev And his uncle works the border as a damn coyote Yeah, his brother might be Rush Limbaugh’s saucier And his sister might be Ann Coulter’s sous-chef And his cousin might be Ted Nugent’s roadie He’s in deep guano with the special prosecutor He gets discount hot wings from the gals at Hooter’s He sells lotto tickets stolen from the Stop n Go And bootleg cable to a trailer park He got that scar in the stockade out at Ft. Hood He smuggles steroids that makes a man as hard as cord wood He runs bathtub gin that tastes like Mop n Glo He’s a real bad actor, he’s a redneck oligarch I said, “Boys, I know my rights And none o’ this has been proved I only met this guy Cos ahm getting’ hitched in July And he knew how ta git my Dolly Parton tatt removed…
  5. Hi Pat, and thanks. I didn't write anything about a runaway but my books are titled Teenage Graceland and Life Wish. They can be found on Amazon Kindle. I'd recommend Teenage Graceland first. Some of that is autobiographical. 😀
  6. country... Nothing Lasts Forever ©2018 Robert George BMI Well, the liquor bottles on my table Look like the skyline of New York I can almost see the chauffeur Waiting for her at Kennedy Airport I feel lost in this empty room Without her my life is just a vacuum I thought nothin’ could break up our home Now nothing’s all I own And nothing lasts forever It goes on and on And I feel surrounded By ev’rything that’s gone Once I thought the winds of change Would be something I could weather But fate wasn’t bluffing, Love is all or nothing And nothing lasts forever If time can’t teach me to forget I’ve got nothing left to learn I’m too low for Hank or Merle It’s like my world has nowhere left to turn All we’d built has been destroyed Leaving just a thirsty void Nothing I did pleased her fancy friends Sometimes love comes to an end But nothing lasts forever It goes on and on And I feel surrounded By ev’rything that’s gone Once I thought the winds of change Would be something I could weather But fate wasn’t bluffing, Love is all or nothing And nothing lasts forever Nothing lasts forever Some say passin’ time by drinkin’ Is no better than a life of crime Maybe I’m selfish But I can’t help it Cos whiskey is the unfaithful wife of time And nothing lasts forever It goes on and on And I feel surrounded By ev’rything that’s gone Once I thought the winds of change Would be something I could weather But fate wasn’t bluffing, Love is all or nothing And nothing lasts forever Nothing lasts forever Nothing lasts forever…
  7. The Soul Moves On ©2018 Robert George BMI Sometimes I hear footfalls in the attic or the cellar And it feels as if this old house has a midnight dweller It took many seasons to accept you’re gone Ash and dust remain but the soul moves on Sometimes in the garden when the wind’s direction changes Something casts a purple shadow on the Spring hydrangeas Is it wild geese soaring high above the lawn Memories remain and yet the soul moves on Bible on the table in a drafty room It flips open to your fav’rite book Then a sword of truth cuts through the mortal gloom And restores the hope that grieving took And the out of tune piano by the potted cactus When I’m napping on the sofa I can hear you practice And ev’ry bullfrog, butterfly and fawn Whispers life remains although the soul moves on Life remains although the soul moves on the soul moves on…
  8. What Are You Doing Tonight ©2018 Robert George BMI What are you doing tonight There’s an old revival theater out by Rucker Mall And it’s playing something starring Bogey and Bacall We can stop by CVS and grab some Hershey Bars Watch the silver screen back when it shined with golden stars What are you doing tonight There’s a sidewalk pub near there that has an Irish band We can down a pint or two and then I’ll take your hand Then we’ll circle ‘round the fiddler under cheering skies Though I’ve got two left feet the truest waltz is in the eyes And lonely hearts Have only loneliness to lose We’ve been friends now Since I spilled a root beer on your dress when we were seventeen Yet here somehow You’ve become a dazzling color in an old familiar dream And lonely hearts Have only loneliness to lose So what are you doing tonight We could go where distant clouds are Origami boats And our hearts can follow them wherever they may float There’s a handmade swing beneath a hillside maple tree And that view looks like the back porch of eternity O we’ve been friends now Since I spilled a root beer on your dress when we were seventeen But what are you doing tonight What are you doing tonight…
  9. this is for classic tin pan alley pop... She’s a Breath of Sunshine ©2018 Robert George BMI Sometimes all I see is darkness And I’m filled with emptiness Then she comes to me, and helps me see How my path is surely blessed She’s a breath of sunshine On a winter day She’s my inspiration When it’s cold and grey When regret surrounds me And I just can’t cope She’s a breath of sunshine Filling me with hope Some nights I feel so defeated And my head is in my hands Then she fills the air, with a simple prayer And reveals forever’s plan She’s a breath of sunshine On a winter day She’s my inspiration When it’s cold and grey When regret surrounds me And I just can’t cope She’s a breath of sunshine, she’s a breath of sunshine Filling me with hope When I feel like sunrise has forsaken me She’s the songbird who’ll awaken me She’s a breath of sunshine On a winter day She’s my inspiration When it’s cold and grey When regret surrounds me And I just can’t cope She’s a breath of sunshine, she’s a breath of sunshine Filling me with hope
  10. Fab, does this site have a PM feature?
  11. Hey Fab...I actually started writing shorter lyrics quite a few years ago. If you go to my soundclick site, songs like And I Thought of You and Roadside Rest have really tight lyrics. I still write longer ones like Spirit of the Delta and Magic but I fear my epic days are behind me, haha. I used up a lot of that mojo last year with my two novels. (Now 2.99 each!!)
  12. If There’s Still a Chance for Us ©2018 Robert George BMI If there’s still a chance for us Meet me right at twilight where the lonely willows cry Where the far horizon sips the dark sangria sky You know the way If there’s still a chance for us We can walk where long grass whispers in the southern breeze As if it were sweethearts sharing treasured memories You know the way You know the way Somewhere deep in ev’ry lover’s spirit There’s a secret place where kisses burn When forever needs to be rekindled That’s where you and I must now return So… If there’s still a chance for us Meet me where we’d talk till morning in the forest mist When each midnight promise tasted sweeter than a kiss You know the way You know the way If there’s still a chance for us My love, if there’s still a chance for us…
  13. something country... Small Town Secrets ©2018 Robert George BMI You can see the sunlight shinin’ on the steeple, See the town square full of friendly, happy people Like it’s nineteen fifty-five and time is standin’ still But the cashier down at Kroger’s tells a story, How there’s somethin’ crazy buried at the quarry And a weird smell at the old abandoned mill And that grubby loner livin’ under Grover Bridge Has a stash of stolen cash inside a junkyard fridge Yeah, small town secrets Are a part of local hist’ry Bus boys say the sheriff Was run out of Corpus Cristi But those rumors and tall tales Only add an air of myst’ry Cos people live and breathe And love to believe All our small town secrets Folks still talk about that purty English teacher, How they caught her after school beneath the bleachers Now she’s waitin’ tables down in Lafayette And a girl at St. Marks needs an operation, But an intern stole the town’s donations Cos he’s got a wicked jones for Percoset The well of whispers in this town runs deep People taste it in their teardrops when they’re tryin’ to sleep Yeah, small town secrets Are a part of southern hist’ry Barkeeps say the sheriff Was run out of Corpus Cristi But those rumors and tall tales Only add an air of myst’ry People live and breathe And love to believe All our small town secrets Well, that sweet girl fin’lly had her operation People think some rich guy made a big donation O but as a favor to a humble loner Father Sanchez never has revealed the donor Yeah, small town secrets Are a part of U.S. hist’ry Barbers say the sheriff Was run out of Corpus Cristi But those rumors and tall tales Only add an air of myst’ry People live and breathe And love to believe All our small town secrets
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