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| What Might Have Been©
by Ron Patrick/Fred "Butch" Burns (Greater BigBend Music, BMI) I try not to think about you. . . I just don't have the time but I can't stop this heart inside ... From messin' up my mind those memories of you... that knock me to my knees do you ever think of me?.. Chorus: And every now and then, do you wonder what might have been does a tear ever come to your eye? and sometimes do you wish we coulda made it? well… so do I That summer moon was magic... with you here in my arms and underneath the heavens... you lit up the stars all I ever wanted was to be there in your heart do you ever think about us, when you lay alone in the dark?.. . . . (Chorus) Bridge verse They all say that life goes on... through the pleasure and the pain but life after loving you. . . will never be the same I wanted so to believe in death do us part. . . But all I have are sweet memories, deep in my broken heart. . . . . . (Chorus) Performed by Fred "Butch" Burns |
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| Clear Blue Eyes© By Ron Patrick (Greater BigBend Music, BMI) There are lights along the harbor reachin' for the evening sky there is one looks like a teardrop fallin' from clear blue eyes Come and lay your face upon me come and stay till dawn arrives I will wipe away the sadness fallin' from clear blue eyes Clear blue eyes, now we must part Clear blue eyes… you'll always own my heart I must go to be a soldier and I will miss clear blue eyes Take this coin, this piece of silver on a chain to mark the time if shadows fall upon your doorway please think of me, clear blue eyes I hear my brother, he is calling from the field as spirits rise I see the battle flag has fallen and I dream of clear blue eyes Clear blue eyes, do not worry clear blue eyes, have no fear of the hour this time tomorrow when I will dream of clear blue eyes Take this coin to wear upon you til I return to clear blue eyes Performed by Ron Patrick |
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| She Closed Her Eyes in Memphis© by Ron Patrick/ Fred "Butch" Burns (Greater BigBend Music, BMI) Jessie closed the curtain and took her gold hair down slipped into her soft things . . On love's hallowed ground he softly said he loved her. . . She hoped it was true When she closed her eyes in Memphis, love's flame was burning blue. Chorus: Love raced on. . . Two hearts beyond control She closed her eyes in Memphis. . . It was sweet don't ya know. . . It was sweet don't ya know How they laughed together. . . it all seemed so right love burned like wildfire. . . In the mornin' and in the night "sweet Jessie won't ya be my bride? My heart you've charmed. . . and close your eyes in Memphis tonite. . . Safe inside my arms." For years and years their love did grow, she made for him a happy home but she fell ill last summer. . . By Christmas she was gone Now he goes to Memphis. . . But he travels there alone and carries her a red rose. . . That he lays upon her stone. And sweet memories of Memphis. . . The fire just won't burn out He sometimes sits for hours. . . And silently dreams about... Performed by Fred "Butch" Burns |
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| Pale Blue Cadillac© Ron Patrick/ Ed McFarland/ Charles Miner (Greater BigBend Music, BMI) Mobile to Montgomery, lost off the interstate drivin' through a cold hard rain, and prayin' for a break a neon sign flashed food and gas, stop and rest a spell stay a night or stay a week at George and Luke's motel I drove across the gravel lot, the clouds were low and black I parked beside the only car, it was a pale blue Cadillac an eerie light fell across the desk when I signed the motel book I took the key, climbed the stairs, tired cold and shook Another time, another place, that much I could tell TV, phones, and microwaves.... not at this motel about the time I turned to leave something held me back was it the stormy night or the neon light on that pale blue Cadillac. I hit the sack and a shadow passed across the window shade voices from the room next door made me wonder why I stayed a guitar ran some simple chords to "Your Cheatin' Heart" Then a voice begin to whine that lonesome sacred part Pure and clear and note for note those songs were just the same simple truth and soulful sounds of love and loss and pain another voice began to sing and it really blew my mind Candy Kisses Wrapped in Paper never sounded quite so fine I packed to leave at first daylight and I saw the door ajar it opened on a storage room crammed like a church bazaar and there upon the dusty floor where light would rarely shine lay an empty Seagram's bottle and a battered Ryman sign |
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| In faded old red letters that sign still had a date when the Opry had 'em both on stage in 1948 I stashed the Ryman sign and Seagram's bottle in my car then headed back to Mobile like a ghost that went too far some swear the Ryman walls hide souls that just can't rest most would say that Luke and George were more than just the best Hank's lonesome sounds had simple truth for hearts too blue to cry when George sang "candy kisses" how could memories fade and die from time to time I drive the road east of the interstate ten miles from Montgomery where I always stop to eat I still look around if I think I've found the place that calls me back but I never found the motel sign or the pale blue Cadillac And that poster and the bottle the ones I threw in the back they just turned up missin' like that pale blue Cadillac Performed by Ed McFarland |
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