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Dead Roses
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Dead Roses
They met at a nightclub in a county town,
In a year they were married and thinking of settling down.
They bought a house and made it their own,
With two cats, they called it their home,
And every Friday night he bought his wife red roses.
After five years together they raised a family,
Although money was tight, they managed happily.
But when his day-job took him away;
She felt cheated, people would say,
“That the life they had was hardly a bed of roses”.
Life’s a roll-a-coaster, its one heck of a ride.
But is the grass any greener over on the other side?
They spoke on a long-distance phone,
And for weeks she coped on her own,
And every Friday night she bought herself red roses.
After twenty-five years the kids had all left home,
After twenty-five years they had time of their own.
But when they took his day-job away,
She decided that she couldn’t stay,
She took-off with his friend and left him tending the roses.
Life’s a roll-a-coaster, its one heck of a ride.
But is the grass any greener over on the other side?
Now he sits quietly on his own,
With memories stored on his phone,
After thirty years together, all she left were dead roses.
When she walked out him, all she left were dead roses.
After thirty years together, all she left were dead roses.
Lyrics & Music by G C Tolley
© New Tradition Music - 2019
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Homecoming Blues
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Homecoming Blues
I’m putting on my old shoes,
And packing up my bag,
Time I was heading on my way.
I’ll be creepin’ through the back door,
As quiet as a mouse,
Because home is where I want to stay.
The city’s not the place where I belong,
I’m tiring of her sad old song.
It’s time for adventures,
Time for somewhere new,
I’ve been here for much too long.
I’m putting on my old coat,
And pulling on my hat,
Travelling is what I have to do.
I’m missing my old tom cat,
And my comfy bed,
And sure as hell, I miss you.
No doubt in my mind where I belong,
And you know I could never do you wrong.
I’m looking for adventure,
Time for pastures new,
Another week from you is just too long.
I’m putting on my old gloves,
Luggage in the cab,
So long to this sad old city view.
Back to my old house,
The place that I call home,
It’s the place where I’ll find you.
Yeah, the place where I’ll find you.
And sure as hell, I miss you.
Lyrics & Music by G C Tolley
© New Tradition Music - 2019
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Sorry My Dear
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Sorry My Dear
Saturday morning on State Route 44,
I was doing eighty, but I guess I was doing more.
In my rear view, I saw flashing red and blues,
Was it me they wanted? How could I refuse?
So I pulled on over, with my dockets in my hand,
What was wrong, I didn’t understand?
She was clad in leather, strong hands and looking lean,
Every inch a dominatrix; every inch a streak of mean.
“You were doing eighty-four in an eighty kilo zone,
I see you’re English; are you travelling here alone?”
I said “I’m an Englishman, but please let me make it clear,
If I broke the highway law, I’m sorry my dear!”
Well things got real ugly, as she threw me on the hood,
She laid me out spread eagle; I wasn’t looking good.
She whipped out her book while she clinched me in real tight,
Took down my particulars; well I knew I’d lost the fight.
“I ain’t fond of men like you and what you have say,
Disrespecting women, yeah I hear it every day.
Don’t try your English charm; let me make this clear,
Here’s a three hundred dollar fine for calling me my dear!”
The moral of the story; the moral of the song,
Is sometimes you can’t be saying right,
For saying something wrong !
But I’m an old school guy, I treat my women right,
With grace and manners, I’m always polite.
Hold doors open, give my seat up on the train,
Give her my umbrella when we’re in the pouring rain.
So take me as you find me, it’s just the way I am,
And if you don’t really like that,
Well frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!
Lyrics & Music by G C Tolley
© New Tradition Music - 2019
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A Stranger Is A Friend (You Haven’t Yet Met)
A shredded rear tyre on a quiet country track;
The night is approaching and there’s no turning back.
Then out of the half-light a Tradie drives by,
He makes us road-ready and shouts a good-bye.
Ella’s children are sleeping, she’s tired and she’s spent;
Sixty-five hours of nursing, but she can’t pay the rent.
A letter in the mailbox, she opens in dread;
“Your home is secured”, the thank-you note said.
Take a good look around you at the start of the day,
See the ordinary people with their ordinary ways.
Don’t be shy; show a kindness that they’ll never forget,
A stranger is a friend you haven’t yet met.
A morning of meetings, Stacey stands in a queue,
Five minutes for lunch, she leaves; what else can she do?
But her food is delivered and all he will say,
“Have your lunch; take a minute and have a good day”.
Take a good look around when on a train or a bus,
See the ordinary people, who don’t want a fuss.
Don’t be shy; show a kindness that they’ll never forget,
A stranger is a friend you haven’t yet met.
And when you are sleepy at the end of your day,
Think of the ordinary people and their ordinary ways.
But the kindness you gave them, they will never forget,
A stranger is a friend you haven’t yet met.
A stranger is a friend you haven’t yet met.
A stranger is a friend you haven’t yet met.
Lyrics & Music by G C Tolley
© New Tradition Music - 2019
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Better In The Ground
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Better In The Ground
She looks much better in the ground,
She looks much better in the ground.
She didn’t make a sound, as I was pushing her down,
She looks much better in the ground.
She was the cutest little girl in town;;
The cutest little girl around.
She take me by the hand and showed me how to be a man,
The cutest little girl in town.
But she broke my heart in two;
Broke my little heart in two.
Lightning cracked; my soul turned black,
She broke my little heart in two.
So I made a little rendezvous;
I met her at Bristol Zoo.
Tried to feed her to the lions, but then she started cryin’
There was only one thing left to do...
Chorus.......
Her mama called my telephone;
Her mama called my telephone.
“Have you seen my daughter, she’s out later than she oughta,
I think she might be six feet below?”
Chorus....... (repeat)
She was one hell of a lady, but now she’s pushing up daisies,
She looks much better in the ground.
Well I pushed her down the well, now she’s swimming in Hell,
She looks much better in the ground.
For thirty long years, she filled me with tears,
She looks much better in the ground.
Oh yes she does..........
Lyrics by Tim Griffin
Musically arranged by G C Tolley
© New Tradition Music - 2019
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The Lonely Diner
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The Lonely Diner
Quietly on her own, at a table in the bay,
A window view upon the world
And not a word to say.
A table set for one, watching for a while,
Seafood fresh on a salad base,
She orders with a smile.
Is she a famous actor?
A scientist or benefactor,
With secrets to disclose?
Writer or police detective,
Note book with imperfective
Messy shorthand prose?
No one may ever know......
Oh no...........
She’s company to herself, pours water in a glass;
She looks up from a book she reads,
And lets the moment pass.
A table set for one, the lonely diner stands,
She pays the bill and tips the wink,
Her number in my hand.
Make the call, get the answer
Lonely diner is a dancer
See her after the show.
But there's a complication,
A secret assignation,
No one should ever know......
Nobody must ever know......
Oh no...........
Lyrics & Music by G C Tolley & R Wall
© New Tradition Music - 2019
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I Believe The Unions Will Rise Again One Day
I believe the unions; will rise again one day,
And ever’ working man and women fight to make their pay.
Where people demand dignity and they just won’t be denied,
I believe the unions, will rise again with pride.
When Billionaires plea poor man
And will not pay their share.
When conditions are eroded
And compassion is too rare.
When the value put upon a life sits against the bottom line,
I believe the unions, will rise again in time.
I believe the unions; will rise again one day,
Whenever’ working man and women fight to make their pay
Where people demand dignity and they just won’t be denied,
I believe the unions, will rise again with pride.
When the rosters keeps us from our homes,
And our family’s start to fray.
When the worker strikes for their’s to hold,
For a somehow better day.
When all colours, creeds and countrymen,
Defend the picket line;
I believe the Unions will rise again in time.
They’ll rise again; they’ll rise again,
We’ll rise again; they’ll rise again.
Where people demand dignity and they just won’t be denied,
I believe the unions, will rise again with pride.
Lyrics by Chris Wilson
Musical arranged by G C Tolley
© New Tradition Music - 2019
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Never Tell A Woman
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Never Tell A Woman
Never tell a woman, all the things inside your head,
Because you’ll be regretting all the things that you said.
Ain’t no concealing things when a lady comes around,
The next time you’re walkin’
It’s all around the town.
Never tell a woman, that there ain’t nobody else,
Because she’ll start suspecting that you put her on the shelf.
Plenty of suspecting when a lady comes around,
And in a little while,
She’ll have you crawlin’ on the ground.
Never tell a woman, how much you love her so,
Because she’ll start complaining that you’ll never let her go.
Plenty of complaining when a lady comes around,
No time for loving,
Because you’re always feelin’
You’re always feelin’,
Always feelin’ down.
Lyrics & Music by G C Tolley
© New Tradition Music - 2019
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Watch Me Go Blues
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Watch Me Go Blues!
My baby; she don’t want me no more.
My baby; she don’t want me no more.
Watch me go woman,
I’m walkin’ out the door.
My baby; I’m walkin’ out the door.
My baby; I’m walkin’ out the old door,
Watch me go woman,
On a south bound plane.
Oh my baby, I’m on a south bound plane.
My baby, I’m on a south bound plane.
Watch me go woman,
I won’t see you again.
My baby, I won’t see you again.
Yeah my baby, I won’t see you again.
Watch me go woman,
You don’t want me no more.
Watch me go woman,
I’m walkin’ out the door.
Lyrics & Music by G C Tolley
© New Tradition Music - 2019
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Bird On A Wire
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Bird On A Wire
Sometimes I wonder why I am here at all?
I’ve left my other life outside the factory door.
From eight to six, I’m running down the clock,
Life on the shop-floor sure as hell don’t rock.
On days like these; I look up to the sky.
On days like these; will I tumble; will I fly?
To find new horizons far away from here,
And break the chains that always hold me tight.
I’m a bird on a wire.
There were times when I never had a care,
Yes, there were times when I had my dreams to share,
And those summer days were always free and easy,
Before the chores of work began to bind and seize me.
On days like these; I ask myself why?
On days like these; will I crumble; will I fly?
To find new horizons far away from here,
And break the chains that always hold me tight.
Every Friday night, I like to play it hard,
And carry-on with the local beauties.
I’ll spend my weekly pay with the boys down at the club,
But on Monday, I’m back here on the line.
Like a bird on a wire.
Bird on a wire………….....…….Bird on a wire.
Bird on a wire…………….....….Bird on a wire.
Bird on a wire………….....…… Bird on a wire.
I will fly away from here.......Bird on a wire.
I will fly away from here.......Bird on a wire.
I will fly away from here.......Bird on a wire.
Lyrics & Music by G C Tolley
© New Tradition Music - 2019
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Garrington T Jones England, UK
Garrington T Jones is a performer and recording artist who gives the art of lyrical storytelling a modern day
edge.
Garrington describes himself as a "Rhythm shaker, a riff chaser, a lyric hunter, a song maker and a lover of acoustic Blues, Folk & Roots music.
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