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PIGTOWN BOY
02:46
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PIGTOWN BOY
© Bob Wright
Batter batter chatter chatter
Open up the gates let the horsehide fly
Pitcher catcher it don’t matter
Everybody here to see the Pigtown Boy
Everybody here to see the Pigtown Boy
He got a body like a barrel
And a swing as sweet
as any piece of candy you may want to eat
lets it fly so fast and neat
the ball don’t even feel it till it hits the seats
the ball don’t even feel it till it hits the seats
Batter batter chatter chatter
Open up the gates let the horsehide fly
Pitcher catcher it don’t matter
Everybody here to see the Pigtown Boy
Everybody here to see the Pigtown Boy
short on speed long on fun
strong of arm when he’s on
makes that ball bounce off the sun
It ain’t nothin’ but a wonder just to watch him run
It ain’t nothin’ but a wonder just to watch him run
Batter batter chatter chatter
Open up the gates let the horsehide fly
Pitcher catcher it don’t matter
Everybody here to see the Pigtown Boy
Everybody here to see the Pigtown Boy
You can put him in the outfield
You can put him on the mound
Don’t leave him in the dugout
When your team is down
they’ll be cheering in the bleachers
every time he cross the plate
But he can’t play a piano at the bottom of a lake
No he can’t play a piano at the bottom of a lake
Batter batter chatter chatter
Open up the gates let the horsehide fly
Pitcher catcher it don’t matter
Everybody here to see the Pigtown Boy
Everybody here to see the Pigtown Boy
AND THAT BALL IS OUTTA HERE...
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2. |
DUBLIN EYES
02:30
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DUBLIN EYES
© Bob Wright
they’re as black
as a total eclipse of the sun
harbors of brilliance and light
deep as a pool where a wide river bends
are your beautiful Dublin eyes
Dublin... Dublin
was built... by a beautiful pool
And like... Dublin
I’d build a city for you
there have been others
who’ve tried for my heart
I let them all pass me by
cause I was enchanted the moment I saw
your beautiful Dublin eyes
Dublin... Dublin
was built... by a beautiful pool
And like... Dublin
I’d build a city for you
there are traces of starlight
of places you’ve been
of all of the times that you cried
but its power and strength
that intrigues me the most
in your beautiful Dublin eyes
Dublin... Dublin
was built... by a beautiful pool
And like... Dublin
I’d build a city for you
They’re as black
as a total eclipse of the sun
harbors of brilliance and light
deep as a pool where a wide river bends
are your beautiful Dublin eyes
Dublin... Dublin
was built... by a beautiful pool
And like... Dublin
I’d build a city for you
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3. |
THE FOODS TOO GOOD
03:06
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THE FOODS TOO GOOD
© Bob Wright
I don’t want to live here
cause the foods too good
the foods too good
the foods too good
I don’t want to live here
cause the foods too good
somebody drag me home
had a bunch of gumbo
a little bit of shrimp and grits
at my current rate
I’ll have to take
some time to find
some clothes that fit
I don’t want to live here
cause the foods too good
the foods too good
the foods too good
I don’t want to live here
cause the foods too good
somebody drag me home
oh my oh my
just look at that pecan pie
if I had my way
I’d spend the day
eating everything
in sight
I don’t want to live here
cause the foods too good
the foods too good
the foods too good
I don’t want to live here
cause the foods too good
somebody drag me home
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4. |
HOPE RISING
03:08
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HOPE RISING
© Bob Wright
I got my hopes up this morning
I had to shake them a couple of times
I got so used
to singing the blues
its hard to believe that they’re mine
I don’t believe that they told me
how much they like sleeping around
seems like I’d wake up each morning
and hope was nowhere to be found
I know it ain’t easy to be them
the pressure it makes them run scared
but my hopes are all up
and I’m hoping for stuff
that I haven’t hoped for in years
I got my hopes up this morning
I wasn’t too shocked or surprised
when I fall asleep
they appear in my dreams
right there behind both my eyes
I don’t believe they intended
to come out of hiding just yet
but the harder I shook them
the more that it looked like
they’d rise up and shine once again
I know hope won’t last forever
and I guess that it only is fair
but my hopes are all up
and I’m hoping for stuff
that I haven’t hoped for in years
yeah I got my hopes up this morning
it was harder than I ever could say
they could not understand
how they fit in the plans
of someone as hopeless as me
I do not believe they were happy
they knew just how hard it would be
but my hopes are all up
and I’m hoping for stuff
that I haven’t hoped for i
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5. |
THE NIGHTHAWK
02:44
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THE NIGHTHAWK
© Bob Wright
the nighthawk booms
as he dives and swoops
the sun sinks low
without a sound
as do the hopes
I once held as close
as I once held you in my arms
and every time
I sit there by the shore
as the evening settles in
and I hear a nighthawk
soaring by
I long to fly with him
I have the breezes that caress me there
and the sweetly scented air
and the boats upon the water
all are beautiful to share
and the nighthawk softly calling
when it gets too dark to fly
hears another in the shadows
where he goes to spend the night
the nighthawk booms
as he dives and swoops
the sun sinks low
without a sound
as do the hopes
I once held as close
as I once held you in my arms
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6. |
JOHN HARTFORD
03:29
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JOHN HARTFORD
© Bob Wright
I saw him for the first time
down IN old New York
sawin on a fiddle
dancin up a storm
people clapped and people cheered
he looked so relaxed up there
I saw him at the Seaport in New York
I don’t believe I ever did see
ANYthing like that
pickin on a banjo
underneath a bowler hat
yeah he could pick and he could sing
he could make that banjo ring
I never did see anything like that
so heres to John
and heres to fiddles
banjos hats and all those rivers
flowing through the music that he played
heres to dancing
heres to songs
heres to keep on keeping on
we’ll always have the music that he made
I saw him for the last time
AT the music Hall in Troy
right across the river there
my grandpa was born
Ol’ Cap was a riverman
I’d like to think that they are friends
I saw him for the last time up in Troy
so heres to John
and heres to fiddles
banjos hats and all those rivers
flowing through the music that he played
heres to dancing
heres to songs
heres to keep on keeping on
we’ll always have the music that he made
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7. |
PADDLIN THE ALLEGHENY
03:00
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PADDLIN’ THE ALLEGHENY
© Bob Wright
I wanna paddle on the Allegheny
take along a jug or two
ain’t gonna take no kayak
just a big ole wooden canoe
throw our bedrolls on the bank
when paddlin’ time is through
just me and you
and a paddle or two
on the mighty Allegheny
mighty Allegheny
mighty Allegheny
for a week or two
Allegheny (Allegheny)
Allegheny (Allegheny)
can’t wait to dip a paddle in
and glide beside your shores
Allegheny (Allegheny)
Allegheny (Allegheny)
on a mighty Allegheny
river tour
ya’ wanna paddle on the Allegheny
heading down to Pittsburgh town
singin’ Stephen Foster tunes
throw our heads back howl at the moon
I can buy a banjo there
Acoustic Steve’ll treat me square
just you and me
and a paddle or three
on the mighty Allegheny
mighty Allegheny
mighty Allegheny
gonna take us there
Allegheny (Allegheny)
Allegheny (Allegheny)
can’t wait to dip a paddle in
and glide besideyour shores
Allegheny (Allegheny)
Allegheny (Allegheny)
on a mighty Allegheny
river tour
ain’t gonna take the Ohio
gonna stop at its front door
ain’t gonna take the Monongahela River
its a pity but its not what we went for
I wanna paddle on the Allegheny
take along a jug or two
ain’t gonna take no kayak
just a big ole wooden canoe
throw our bedrolls on the bank
when paddlin’ time is through
just me and you
and a paddle or two
on the mighty Allegheny
mighty Allegheny
mighty Allegheny
for a week or two
on the mighty Allegheny
mighty Allegheny
mighty Allegheny
with you
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8. |
LIKE SO MANY THINGS
02:42
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LIKE SO MANY THINGS
© Bob Wright
she walked on water
thats what I thought of her
for a long time
but I was over my head
I believed her
when she told me
she would always be there
to hold me
in a cold bed
when I needed her most
but like so many things
it wasn’t meant to be
and I’ve fallen so far
don’t try to tell me
I should get over her
I remember when I met her
I remember when she told me
she was leaving here
it just didn’t seem real
cause the woman that
I thought I knew
taught me to feel
she walked on water
thats what I thought of her
for a long time
but I was over my head
but like so many things
it wasn’t meant to be
and I’ve fallen so far
don’t try to tell me
I should get over her
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9. |
HE DON'T SHY
02:31
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HE DON’T SHY AWAY
© Bob Wright
he don’t shy away from sunshine
he don’t shy away from rain
he don’t shy away from anything
he thinks makes him a man
he don’t shy away from working
he don’t shy away from fun
he don’t shy away from anything he thinks that can be done
he ain’t shy (he ain’t shy)
my oh my (my oh my)
don’t matter just how hard it gets
you know he’s gonna try
he ain’t shy (he ain’t shy)
my oh my (my oh my)
keeps one eye on the task at hand
and one eye on the sky
he don’t shy away from women
he don’t shy away from men
he don’t shy away from children
cats and dogs and fountain pens
he don’t shy away from laughing
he don’t shy away from tears
he don’t shy away from facing
up to all the things he fears
he ain’t shy (he ain’t shy)
my oh my (my oh my)
don’t matter just how hard it gets
you know he’s gonna try
he ain’t shy (he ain’t shy)
my oh my (my oh my)
keeps one eye on the task at hand
and one eye on the sky
he don’t shy away from haircuts
he don’t shy away from beards
he don’t shy away from doing things
that some folks might find weird
he don’t shy away from whiskey
he don’t shy away from tea
he don’t shy away from drinking
anything that brings him peace
he ain’t shy (he ain’t shy)
my oh my (my oh my)
don’t matter just how hard it gets
you know he’s gonna try
he ain’t shy (he ain’t shy)
my oh my (my oh my)
keeps one eye on the task at hand
and one eye on the sky
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10. |
MISTS OF THE MORN
02:52
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MISTS OF THE MORN
© Bob Wright
I walked o’er the moors
at Cullodeen one morn
with the mist holding close in the air
not a soul did I see
but it was clear to me
that the ghosts of the fallen were there
and I’ve felt that before
in a mist I am sure
at Gettysburg when I was there
Flanders great lawns
and the Little Big Horn
they too have ghosts of their own
you’re never alone
where the dead have lain cold
and all of their young blood fell
free of their bones
and it all seems so real
to go out there and feel
they exist
in the mists of the morn
hallowed the fields
left fallow to deal
with all of the pain suffered there
glory and fear
blood gore and tears
adrift in the mists of the morn
you’re never alone
where the dead have lain cold
and all of their young blood fell
free of their bones
and it all seems so real
to go out there and feel
they exist
in the mists of the morn
as I end my brief stay
with a warm cup of tea
and a chance to reflect on the
things I had seen
I look up and I see
the mists of the morn
give way to another sun rising
you’re never alone
where the dead have lain cold
and all of their young blood fell
free of their bones
and it all seems so real
to go out there and feel
they exist
in the mists of the morn
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11. |
DADDYS ALAMO
03:23
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DADDY’S ALAMO
© Bob Wright
I see my father’s eyes sometimes
Looking at me from my own
They seem surprised to see me there
In what should be their own
If memory can be trusted
They were lighter blue and kind
I see my father’s eyes sometimes
Staring out of mine
as birthdays come and birthdays go
I think of that one long ago
When I popped my eyes for the big surprise
And there stood a wooden Alamo
I’d seen my father with wood and paint
But a carpenter my father ain’t
I said how and he said no
That’s not Daddy’s Alamo
Daddy’s Alamo was dreams of places that he’d never been
Things he’d never got to do and people that he’d never seen
He’d stay up late every night reading by a single light
And it was years before I’d know that was Daddy’s Alamo
Now we ain’t always meant to do
The things we wished we’d done
Which makes it harder to accept
The things that we become
But he had a real good job and every day he’d go
He didn’t like it all that much
But that’s not Daddy’s Alamo
Daddy’s Alamo was dreams of places that he’d never been
Things he’d never got to do and people that he’d never seen
He’d stay up late every night reading by a single light
And it was years before I’d know that was Daddy’s Alamo
I’m older now and a fool for life
Got my own home and a wife
And one thing stands out clear to me
You can’t live your parents dreams
They’re just people after all
With hopes and dreams big and small
Children come and children go
But that’s not Daddy’s Alamo
Daddy’s Alamo was dreams of places that he’d never been
Things he’d never got to do and people that he’d never seen
He’d stay up late every night reading by a single light
And it was years before I’d know that was Daddy’s Alamo
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12. |
THIS USED TO BE EDEN
03:05
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THIS USED TO BE EDEN
© Bob Wright
this used to be Eden
that’s the apple tree I swear
give it a shake
and you’ll find that there
is still a snake in there
this used to be Paradise
as far as the eye could see
paradise was awful nice
the way it used to be
don’t blame the apple
don’t blame the snake
don’t blame the naked lady
for the bite she had to take
you’d have done the same thing
I’da done it too
must be human nature
to wanna taste forbidden fruit
this used to be Eden
yeah it must have been a sight
animals and people
went out dancing every night
this used to be Paradise
as far as the eye could see
paradise was awful nice
the way it used to be
don’t blame the apple
don’t blame the snake
don’t blame the naked lady
for the bite she had to take
you’d have done the same thing
I’da done it too
must be human nature
to wanna taste forbidden fruit
this used to be Eden
that’s the apple tree I swear
give it a shake
and you’ll find that there
is still a snake in there
this used to be Paradise
as far as the eye could see
paradise was awful nice
the way it used to be
don’t blame the apple
don’t blame the snake
don’t blame the naked lady
for the bite she had to take
you’d have done the same thing
I’da done it too
must be human nature
to wanna taste forbidden fruit
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13. |
TOKYO ROSE
03:30
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TOKYO ROSE
© Bob Wright
whatever happened
to Tokyo Rose?
I heard she got married
and she moved to Chicago
it is hard to imagine her
there in the snow
sinister smoky voiced
Tokyo Rose
all of the boys
back from the war
swore that they’d always
remember her voice
a phantom a fantasy
they came to know
their jitter bug baby
old Tokyo Rose
father forgive me
we say to the priest
when we’re humbled and broken
and down on our knees
when you can not take back
all the bad things you did
forgiveness does wonders
for dealing with guilt
she was born in L A
on the fourth of July
she came home and
everyone called her a spy
a few years in prison
was how it would go
for the woman we all know
was Tokyo Rose
who would have thought
that she moved to a place
surrounded by all of the
United States
the President pardoned her
but I suppose
forgiveness came harder
for Tokyo Rose
father forgive me
we say to the priest
when we’re humbled and broken
and down on our knees
when you can not take back
all the bad things you did
forgiveness does wonders
for dealing with guilt
whatever happened
to Tokyo Rose?
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Bob Wright/ Harbortown New York, New York
He is a multi-instrumentalist, an award winning songwriter and Bob Wright songs are often mistaken for traditional songs because their immigrant roots run deep beneath the surface of America and back to the places they came from for nurturing and inspiration. They surface in a modern world, constructed with a modern sensibility and a comforting resonance with the past. ... more
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