Writer's Friday Tunes

[BigHornRam]

Toy wrote most all the songs for Marshall Tucker Band. I read somewhere this song was the one he was most proud of.

Running Like the Wind
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Lyrics
I say, how can you say
Where I'll be from day to day
When I don't even know myself
But the life that I lead
Is so full of mysteries
That's why I'm always on my way
And I'll be running like the wind
Running like the wind
The words you're about to hear,
Even to me they're not very clear
You see love has never come my way
But come and fly with me
Through life's many fantasies
And I'll show you a new dream every day
And I'll be running like the wind
Running like the wind
And you'll never hear us say
We might be back again some day
Well we won't - we'll be running like the wind
Running like the Wind
I'm sure in your mind
That you vision this paradise
A place we could live for evermore
So let's search wide and far
For that mountain or that shooting star
A sign that might show us that way
And we'll be running like the wind
Running like the wind
And you'll never hear us say
We might be back again some day
Well we won't - we'll be running like the wind
Running like the Wind
One day you'll realize
As you look into my aging eyes
You'll hold my hand and you'll say
That you'll always drift my way
Like two leaves blowing on an autumn day
And love me as long as there's wind in the sky
And we'll be running like the wind
Running like the wind
And you'll never hear us say
We might be back again some day
Well we won't, we'll be running like the wind
Running like the Wind
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Toy Caldwell

 

[Schaaf]

John Moreland’s the best songwriter no one’s ever heard of.

 

[Zach]

The melancholy in the lyrics by Jim opposed by the upbeat music is pretty up there to me.

 

[noharleyyet]

 

[BrentD]

I love the lyrics to this. I think they were so spot on half a century ago.

Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs
I'm in the middle without any plans
I'm a boy and I'm a man
I'm eighteen
And I don't know what I want
Eighteen
I just don't know what I want
Eighteen
I gotta get away
I've gotta get out of this place
I'll go runnin' in outer space
Oh yeah
I've got a
Baby's brain and an old man's heart
Took eighteen years to get this far
Don't always know what I'm talkin' about
Feels like I'm livin' in the middle of doubt
'Cause I'm
Eighteen
I get confused every day
Eighteen
I just don't know what to say
Eighteen
I gotta get away
Whoa
Lines form on my face and my hands
Lines form on the left and right
I'm in the middle, the middle of life
I'm a boy and I'm a man
I'm eighteen and I like it
Yes I like it
Oh, I like it, love it
Like it, love it
Eighteen, eighteen, eighteen
Eighteen and I like it

 

[noharleyyet]

Translation;


Unsealed on a porch a letter sat
Then you said I wanna leave it again
Once I saw her on a beach of weathered sand
And on the sand I wanna leave it again, yeah
On a weekend wanna wish it all away
And they called and I said that I want what I said
And then I call out again
And the reason oughtta leave her calm, I know
I said I don't know whether I'm the boxer or the bag
Oh yeah, can you see them
Out on the porch
Yeah but they don't wave
I see them
'Round the front way, yeah
And I know and I know I don't want to stay
Make me cry
I see
I don't know, there's something else
I wanna drum it all away
Oh, I said I don't, I don't know whether I'm the boxer or the bag
Oh yeah, can you see them
Out on the porch
Yeah but they don't wave
I see them
'Round the front way, yeah
And I know and I know I don't want to stay
I don't wanna stay
I don't wanna stay
I don't wanna stay, oh no
Yeah
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

 

[BigHornRam]

The perfect country and western tune.....IMO!

 

[Ben Lamb]

Barry Gibb has the hair of an angel, and can write a wicked tune.

 

[noharleyyet]

The perfect country and western tune.....IMO!

My favorite Buffet

 

[Ben Lamb]

 

[elkduds]

Anything by this departed genius.

 

[Ben Lamb]

 

[BrentD]

This guy can write too. Any of his tunes are amazing.

There's a Vietnam vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing and both hands free
No one's paying much mind to him
The V.A. budget's just stretched so thin
And now there' s more coming back from the Mideast war
We can't make it here anymore

And that big ol' building was the textile mill
That fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed the doors
'Cause we can' t make it here anymore


You see those pallets piled up on the loading dock
They're just gonna sit there 'til they rot
'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack
Just busted concrete and rusted tracks
Empty storefronts around the square
There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You don't come down here unless you're looking to score
We can't make it here anymore
The bar's still open but man it' s slow
The tip jar's light and the register' s low
The bartender don't have much to say
The regular crowd gets thinner each day
Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink
If you gotta have proof just try it yourself, Mr. CEO
See how far seven and quarter will go
Take a part time job at one your stores
I bet you can't make it here anymore
There's a high school girl with a bourgeois dream
Just like the pictures in the magazine
She found on the floor of the laundromat
A woman with kids can forget all that
If she comes up pregnant what'll she do
Forget the career and forget about school
Can she live on faith? Live on hope?
High on Jesus or hooked on dope
When it's way too late to just say no
You can't make it here anymore
Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store
Just like the ones we made before
'Cept this one came from Singapore
I guess we can't make it here anymore
Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in
Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today
No, I hate the men sent the jobs away
I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily white and squeaky clean
They've never known want, they'll never know need
Their shit don't stink and their kids won't bleed
Their kids won't bleed in their damn little war
And we can't make it here anymore
Will work for food, will die for oil
Will kill for power, and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay less tax
The working poor get to fall through the cracks
So let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake
Let 'em eat shit, whatever it takes
They can join the Air Force or join the Corps
If they can't make it here anymore
So that's how it is, that's what we got
If the president wants to admit it or not
You can read it in the paper, read it on the wall
Hear it on the wind if you're listening at all
Get out of that limo, look us in the eye
Call us on the cell phone, tell us all why
In Dayton, Ohio or Portland, Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
That's done closed down, along with the school
And the hospital, and the swimming pool
Dust devils dance in the noonday heat
There's rats in the alley and trash in the street
Gang graffiti on a boxcar door
We can't make it here anymore

 

[BrentD]

And if I don't post a Bob song, you know I'm 6 ft under and someone's hacked my account.

That last verse says it all.

Well the pressure's down, the boss ain't here
He's gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By the way, that's a cute hat
And that smile's so hard to resist
But what's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
You know, I once knew a woman who looked like you
She wanted a whole man, not just a half
She used to call me sweet daddy when I was only a child

You kind of remind me of her when you laugh
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear
It's done with a flick of the wrist
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
You know a woman like you should be at home

That's where you belong
Taking care for somebody nice
Who don't know how to do you wrong
Just how much abuse will you be able to take?
Well, there's no way to tell by that first kiss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

You know you can make a name for yourself
You can hear them tires squeal
You could be known as the most beautiful woman
Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal.

You know, news of you has come down the line
Even before ya came in the door
They say in your father's house, there's many a mansions
Each one of them got a fireproof floor
Snap out of it baby, people are jealous of you
They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
Got to be an important person to be in here, honey
Got to have done some evil deed
Got to have your own harem when you come in the door
Got to play your harp until your lips bleed.

They say that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings
Steal a little and they throw you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you king
There's only one step down from here, baby
It's called the land of permanent bliss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

 

[BrentD]

I did not know of this song. Thanks for that. There is always one more Bob to discover.

 

[CRJR45]

I dreamed of the day when I'd hold you in my arms again
Read you all the letters I wrote, never sent
Give you all the pieces of me
Put 'em back together
Put 'em back together again
Life has a way of writing your story for you
And the hero doesn't always get his girl
What if you could change the ending
To the novel they've been writing?
Leave no resolution
Goodbye Carolina
Searched my whole life to find you
I hate to leave you but I hope you'll know
Where I'm going I'll be seeing you
So hold my hand as I'm leaving
Hoped my pain would be enough reason
See you on the other side of the Blue Ridge sky
Now I'm going
Hate to tell you goodbye
Say it takes a selfish man
To leave on out from his old hometown without saying why he's going
But you can come take the rest of me
Early in the morning
Tell me your goodbye
Where I'm going I won't have these reminders of what I lost
What was taken away from me
And I hope you'll understand
I was a broken man in my own hometown
Need to find my own peace
So goodbye Carolina
Searched my whole life to find you
I hate to leave you but I hope you'll know
Where I'm going I'll be seeing you
So hold my hand as I'm leaving
Hoped my pain would be enough reason
See you on the other side of the Blue Ridge sky
Now I'm going
Hate to tell you goodbye
Goodbye Carolina
Searched my whole life to find you
I hate to leave you but I hope you'll know
Where I'm going I'll be seeing you
I'll be seeing you
I'll be seeing you

 

[Hilljackoutlaw]

When I'm lyin' in my bed at night, I don't wanna grow up
Nothin' ever seems to turn out right, I don't wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog that's always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
Well when I see the price that you pay, I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever want to be that way, I don't wanna grow up
Seems like folks turn into things that they'd never want
The only thing to live for is today
I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set and I don't wanna grow up
Yeah gonna open up the medicine chest and I don't wanna grow up
I don't wanna have to shout it out, I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt, I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count, I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up
Well when I see my parents fight, I don't wanna grow up
They all go out drinkin' all night and I don't wanna grow up
I'd rather stay here in my room nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old tomb on Grant Street
When I see the five o'clock news, I don't wanna grow up
They comb their hair and shine their shoes, I don't wanna grow up
Rather stick around the old hometown, I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get me a big old loan, work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna learn to float a broom, fall in love and get married then boom
How the hell did it get here so soon
I don't wanna grow up

 

[Beignet]

If you'll gather 'round me, children,
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
Oklahoma knew him well.

It was in the town of Shawnee,
A Saturday afternoon,
His wife beside him in his wagon
As into town they rode.

There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude,
Vulgar words of anger,
An' his wife she overheard.

Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain,
And the deputy grabbed his gun;
In the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down.

Then he took to the trees and timber
Along the river shore,
Hiding on the river bottom
And he never come back no more.

Yes, he took to the trees and timber
To live a life of shame;
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name.

But a many a starvin' farmer
The same old story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little homes.

Others tell you 'bout a stranger
That come to beg a meal,
Underneath his napkin
Left a thousand-dollar bill.

It was in Oklahoma City,
It was on a Christmas Day,
There was a whole car load of groceries
Come with a note to say:

"Well, you say that I'm an outlaw,
You say that I'm a thief.
Here's a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief."

Yes, as through this world I've wandered
I've seen lots of funny men;
Some will rob you with a six-gun,
And some with a fountain pen.

And as through your life you travel,
Yes, as through your life you roam,
You won't never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home.

 

[Beignet]

One more:

It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton, and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat
And mama hollered out the back door, y'all, remember to wipe your feet
And then she said, I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge
Today, Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
And papa said to mama, as he passed around the blackeyed peas
Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was shame about Billy Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
And brother said he recollected when he, and Tom, and Billie Joe
Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show
And wasn't I talkin' to him after church last Sunday night?
I'll have another piece-a apple pie; you know, it don't seem right
I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge
And now ya tell me Billie Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
And mama said to me, child, what's happened to your appetite?
I've been cookin' all morning, and you haven't touched a single bite
That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today
Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way
He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge
And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin' off the Tallahatchie Bridge
A year has come and gone since we heard the news 'bout Billy Joe
And brother married Becky Thompson; they bought a store in Tupelo
There was a virus going 'round; papa caught it, and he died last spring
And now mama doesn't seem to want to do much of anything
And me, I spend a lot of time pickin' flowers up on Choctaw Ridge
And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge

 

[CRJR45]

This guy is very cool !