Says You, Says Who, Says Me
Copyright © 2015 John Christopher Haddox and Perfer’s Own Publishing
Hey babe, we got ourselves a problem
Says you, says who, says me
We better play our lucky cards if we got ‘em
Says you, says who, says me
Hey babe, I’m just trying to keep it honest
Like that day we stood up there and promised
Any day the hurricane will be upon us
Says you, says who, says me
Those days of bliss we used to share are a little hazy
Says you, says who, says me
How’d it come to this, somehow, somewhere we both got lazy
Says you, says who, says me
Hey babe, we got ourselves surrounded
We let all our sharpest points get rounded
That flag of love we once held high will soon be grounded
Says you, says who, says me
Hey babe, you know I think that we can beat ‘em
Says you, says who, says me
This pile of troubles ain’t so smart that we can’t cheat ‘em
Says you, says who, says me
Hey babe, let’s get our sleeves rolled up
Let ‘em know we’re here to stay, yeah—we’re holed up
Make ‘em sorry that they ever even showed up
Says you, says who, says me
Says you, says who, says me
Sunday Morning Stoplight
Copyright © 2017 John Christopher Haddox and Perfer’s Own Publishing
I want to run it—ah, the coast is clear
I should just gun it—the cops are nowhere near
Clean as a whistle, clear out of site
Though I could make it, that don’t make it right
I play it careful—that’s just the way that I am
I wouldn’t do well in jail..don’t want a life on the lam
So I’ll just here…nice and tight and wait and wait
On this Sunday morning
Sunday morning stoplight—you’re messing with me again
I try to live my life right—but you’re making me want to sin
If Christ was in the driver’s seat
I’d bet ya and I’ll bet I’d be right
I know that God’s own son would run
This Sunday morning stoplight
I’m out for coffee—and then I’m headed to church
I let my foot off the brake, car gives a little lurch
Hoping to trip some switch unseen
And trick that ol’light into turning green
Big brother’s watching—I see up there on the pole
A camera dressed like an owl—waiting to see if I roll
Next thing I know I’ll get a note in the mail
Saying see you in court, son, or see you in jail
Now I’m a thinking fellow and it seems to me
It should be blinking yellow, it blows my MPG
To sit here idling, polluting the air
If I’m gonna kill the planet can I kill it while I’m going somewhere
Money Tree
Copyright © 2019 John Christopher Haddox and Perfer’s Own Publishing
Up in the morning and out the door
I’m all outta money gotta get me some more
I work so long and I work so hard
I wish I had a big tree out in the yard
That grew money
Yeah..a tree that grew money
Does anybody know of a tree that can grow me some money
Me and yardwork don’t agree
Cutting grass and raking leaves
But I wouldn’t mind one bit, you see
If every leaf was a piece of green, green money
A piece of green money
Does anybody know of a tree that can grow me some money
BRIDGE:
I’d rake and rake and I’d sing a song
Never take a break rake all day long
Fill those Hefty’s one by one
At the end of the day have fun
Counting my money
I like to think I’d share the wealth
Not keep it all just for myself
I guess we’ll have to wait and see
Until I find that special tree that grows
Ah, green, green, money
Does anyone know of a tree that can grow me some money
BRIDGE:
I
So, up in the morning and out the door
The money don’t seem to last no more
It’s here one minute gone the next
Leaves me wondering where the heck
Is my money
My green, green money
Does anybody know of a tree that can grow me some money
Does anybody know of a tree that can grow me some money
Does anybody know of a tree that can grow me some money
Kalashnikov
Copyright (c) 2016 John Christopher Haddox and Perfer's Own Publishing
If it weren’t for politicians—if it weren’t for Germany
I’d have followed my ambitions and perhaps attached my name to a different history
See, I was born with resolution—to tinker and to test
My mind could see solutions…and my hands could do the rest
My designs were based on simple reliability
To help the country farmer with good machinery
No furrows on my brow and my faith was orthodox
I wanted God to be proud of old Kalashnikov
It was never my intention—it was never my will
That my namesake invention—would such blood cause to spill
But I heard my comrade’s questions—and I saw their bloody clothes
Why do they have better weapons, and to the challenge I rose
My designs were based on simple reliability
Protection for the homeland, pure defense to keep her free
A weapon so effective they’d call the whole war off
I wanted God to be proud of old Kalashnikov
BRIDGE:
It pains to see them used in remorseless killer’s hands
I completely disapprove but completely understand
It never leaves them in a jam when there’s terror to be spun
And so they make their stand with Kalashnikov’s automatic gun
Patriarch, oh, patriarch—a final question persists
Is there blood on my hands, cause in my heart I fear God will judge me for this
Fear not our dear Kalashnikov—the church will set the record straight
Your actions for the Motherland have gained you heaven’s gates
Streets of Danville
Copyright © 1996 John Christopher Haddox and Perfer’s Own Publishing
When I lay down last night, my body tired and tight
Sleep came for a while, but wouldn’t stay
So I tossed and I turned, I lay awake and burned
To be with the one I love so far away
CHORUS:
Then I went walking through the streets of Danville
Hoping I might get her off my mind
At three in the morning all was quiet at still
Except for me all wide awake, and walking through the streets of Danville
Now the people here are kind, none better will you find
They’ve made me feel as welcome as can be
But the one that I love, she’s all I’m thinking of
And in her arms is where I long to be
In a couple days I’ll be headed back her way
And my eyes will be smiling at the sight
But I’ve promises to keep
And the boss is watching me
Here’s hoping I can get some sleep tonight
He Reeled Me In
Copyright (c) John Christopher Haddox and Perfer's Own Publishing
Did that nose come with the glasses, that barker said to me
I pulled my kids real close and walked on by
The I got jacked up on funnel cakes and said let’s go and see
If your old has the arm and has the eye
CHORUS:
He Lord got me—he reeled me in
He cast that bait right in front of me and then
He watched me make a pass, then he watched me circle round again
Then he set that hook—and he reeled me in
He smiled when he saw me coming and he said let’s make a deal
You buy six balls, I’ll throw in four that’ll make it ten
Then he held up this big panda bear and looked right at my kids
Said with balls like your dad’s got, how can he not win?
CHORUS:
Well, I grabbed my balls and cleared my throat, made a little space
Wound up real big and let the first one fly
My daughter stared crying and my son just hid his face
When the last one, like the first nine, came up dry
That carnie feigned some sympathy, offered this advice
Man, it helps to aim for what you’re trying to hit
Then his lips curled into an evil grin and he knew he’d caught me twice
When I peeled three more twenties from my clip
CHORUS:
Now up and down the midway they were watching one and all
And an eerie silence settled on the place
But I focused like a laser and on every target saw
A picture of that carnies smirking face
I finally threw a money ball and that bear was mine to take
My kids were proud to call me dad again
But the wife was none too happy when she learned I’d paid that snake
Eighty bucks when I coulda just bought us two for ten
Hey, did that nose come with the glasses, that barker said to me
He Reeled Me In
Copyright (c) John Christopher Haddox and Perfer's Own Publishing
Did that nose come with the glasses, that barker said to me
I pulled my kids real close and walked on by
The I got jacked up on funnel cakes and said let’s go and see
If your old has the arm and has the eye
CHORUS:
He Lord got me—he reeled me in
He cast that bait right in front of me and then
He watched me make a pass, then he watched me circle round again
Then he set that hook—and he reeled me in
He smiled when he saw me coming and he said let’s make a deal
You buy six balls, I’ll throw in four that’ll make it ten
Then he held up this big panda bear and looked right at my kids
Said with balls like your dad’s got, how can he not win?
CHORUS:
Well, I grabbed my balls and cleared my throat, made a little space
Wound up real big and let the first one fly
My daughter stared crying and my son just hid his face
When the last one, like the first nine, came up dry
That carnie feigned some sympathy, offered this advice
Man, it helps to aim for what you’re trying to hit
Then his lips curled into an evil grin and he knew he’d caught me twice
When I peeled three more twenties from my clip
CHORUS:
Now up and down the midway they were watching one and all
And an eerie silence settled on the place
But I focused like a laser and on every target saw
A picture of that carnies smirking face
I finally threw a money ball and that bear was mine to take
My kids were proud to call me dad again
But the wife was none too happy when she learned I’d paid that snake
Eighty bucks when I coulda just bought us two for ten
Hey, did that nose come with the glasses, that barker said to me