City Boy
(DelGaudio/Preston)
Good morning Lady Liberty
Lookin’ out my window you’re a sight to see
Stocks are down, sun is up
Peekin’ over the rim of my coffee cup
Giddy-up, gotta get movin’
Tryin’ to get to work and I’m running late
Drop a dollar in a guitar player’s beat up case
There’s a track fire on the F line
Just one stop before mine
I hit the street and make it just in time
I’m a city boy
Concrete cowboy
Sippin’ on iced tea out in the park
Listenin’ to the wind in the trees and a dog bark
Lunch hour is never slow
Somehow, I find a way to just let go
For one New York minute...
Cuttin’ crosstown traffic to my rendezvous
With a girl I met last Friday on Fifth Avenue
Grab a drink, catch a show
Kissin’ thru a yellow cab window
Not sayin’, I’m just sayin’
He’s my city boy
Concrete cowboy
I see a skyline of stars from my roof tonight
Moon shinin’ on my city country life
Uptown, downtown
In the sky or flying underground
There ain’t no better livin’
I’m a city boy
Concrete cowboy
New York brings me to back my country
New York sings me home to my family
New York brings me back to my country
New York sings me home
The Answer
Broken
I’ve been to see the Dalai Lama Laid on the couch with my shrink Kava Kava didn’t make me calmer
And neither did the drink I am broken
A hundred pieces
I’ve been compromised
No adhesive
Completely busted
Gears all rusted
I am broken over you
(Porter/Moore/DelGaudio)
I Nom Ye Ho Renge Keo-ed myself But didn’t find it that enchanting Took twelve steps to better health But didn’t find myself advancing ‘Cuz every crazy remedy is not always complimentary The answer waited there for me Took some time to see The answer stood in front of me No new age mystery All I ever had to do is get rid of you
I tried colonic irrigation They told me that it’s really “it” It loosened up my inner tensions But didn’t stop me feeling like Shhhhh…. ‘Cuz every crazy remedy is not always complimentary
The answer waited there for me Took some time to see The answer stood in front of me No new age mystery All I ever had to do is get rid of you
So, then I found a guru who said to let it out Got in touch with my emotions Hell, it’s good to shout! Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ayyyyyyy!!!!
The answer waited there for me Took some time to see The answer stood in front of me No new age mystery All I ever had to do is get rid of you
(Preston/DelGaudio)
Out of business
Nothing’s open
A peeling billboard’s worn out slogan
I’m in disbelief and non-functional
Apparently promises, they are optional
Had I known you were damaged
I would have left you in the package
So attractive on the shelf
But so hazardous to my health
Like a sour ale
A chip and dent sale
I’m all broken over you
Had I known you were damaged
I would have left you in the package
So attractive on the shelf
But so hazardous to my health
I feel obsolete
Like a black and white TV
I am broken over you
I’m all broken over you
Hurtin’ Songs
(DelGaudio/Porter/Preston)
I finally opened the curtains and let in some light
It’s been a while now since you’ve been gone
A while since I’ve slept the night
For weeks I sat by the stereo and let the sad songs in
But I’m so worn out from draggin’ my heart
Thru this ache again and again
I’m tired of hurtin’ songs
The ones where pain belongs
Put the needle down
Spin the record ‘round and start to cry
Music and misery
Make perfect company
But I’m just about as all cried out as I’ll ever be
You can’t right every wrong with hurtin’ songs
I used to sing poor, poor pitiful me
I’m so lonesome I could cry
I couldn’t make you love me
But don’t think twice, it’s alright
Cuz, I’m moving on now
Got much better things to do
Than waste my time
Achin’ and breakin’ my heart over someone like you
I’m tired of hurtin’ songs
The ones where pain belongs
Put the needle down
Spin the record ‘round and start to cry
Music and misery
Make perfect company
But I’m just about as all cried out as I’ll ever be
You can’t right every wrong with hurtin’ songs
Now, I’m ridin’ in my car, windows open
Radio blarin’, singing at the top of my lungs
Jambalaya, Elvira, Whiskey River, Ring of Fire
‘Cuz I’m done with hurtin’ songs
Done with hurtin’ songs
No more no
No more no
No more, I'm tired of hurtin' songs
I’m tired of hurtin’ songs
The ones where pain belongs
Put the needle down
Spin the record ‘round and start to cry
Music and misery
Make perfect company
But I'm just about as all cried out as I'll ever be
You can't right every wrong with hurtin' songs
South
of Somewhere
(Cichon/DelGaudio)
Footsteps
Away
(Cichon/DelGaudio)
I wasn’t born in the Blue Ridge Mountains
I’m from Valley Stream
We never hoedown’d ‘til the sun came up
We played stickball in the street
Do I turn left?
Do I turn right?
What I feel like doing tonight?
Where do I eat?
Who do I see?
It all sounds good to me
Do I hear jazz?
Do I hear blues?
Sometimes it’s hard to choose
Should it be Gershwin or Bach?
Honky-tonkin’ after dark?
Coney Island sand in summer
WHN on the radio
We’re from the South, the South of somewhere
City country, common ground
I’m from the South, the South of somewhere
I live up North on the Southside of town
My girl, she takes the A train north up to her 9-5
Then two nights a week
She’s slingin’ food and drink
Tryin’ to keep the dream alive
A little house with a big couch
Willie and Waylon playin’ on the radio
We’re from the South, the South of somewhere
City country, common ground
She’s from the South, the South of somewhere
She lives up North on the Southside of town
We’re all walkin’ the same ground
Way up the coast of Maine down to Mexico
We’re from the South, the South of somewhere
City-country, common ground
We’re from the South, the South of somewhere
We live up North on the Southside of town
Stacked up one hundred stories high in this city by the sea
Decisions, decisions
Flip a coin and see
It’s all just footsteps away
Friday at last, shots at the bar
Lower East Side, drums and guitars
Headed downtown on Saturday night
Table for two just the right light
Sunday I’m hot, take ‘em to school
Down at Toad Hall shootin’ pool
Monday I’m beat, draggin’ my feet
From my weekend on the street
Schubert, Lupa, Guggenheim, another glass of wine
Options, options
No need to stand in line
It’s all just footsteps away
Just One Minute
Down In Flames
Up all night with a crying kid
Not out partying like we did
I used to take off at the drop of a hat
If the boss didn’t like it, I never looked back
I was flying high way up in the sky
If a cloud happened by, I’d brush it aside
Now there is so much weight in my cargo bay
I’m losing altitude Mayday! Mayday!
If my heart was a big jet plane, I’d be goin’ down in flames
(Cichon)
Times have changed with a family
Days fly by at a breakneck speed
The heavy weight of responsibility
Is there anyone out there who knows what I mean?
Just one minute, to think of how it used to be
Just one minute, running wild and running free
Just one minute, then I’ll look at what’s surrounding me
And take 23 hours and 59 minutes
To savor each moment of what matters most to me
Race all day trying to get things done
Race on home just to beat the sun
I remember dead end jobs that were mindless fun
Now, I work like a dog to climb another rung
I want that playhouse out in the yard
Walt Disneyland not a brand new truck
We used to hang out with a gang of thieves
Now we’re gathered ‘round bouncing Jesse James on our knees
Just one minute, to think of how it used to be
Just one minute, running wild and running free
Just one minute, then I’ll look at what’s surrounding me
And take 23 hours and 59 minutes
To savor each moment of what matters most to me
Just one minute, to think of how it used to be
Just one minute, running wild and running free
Just one minute, it don’t matter that much to me
‘Cuz it’s all, it’s all, it’s all
It’s all about family
(Preston)
When my heart rises up above a dark situation
Gravity drags it to its former location
Sir Isaac Newton, your laws apply
My broken heart is just too heavy to fly
If my heart was a big jet plane, I’d be goin’ down in flames
She lifted my heart
Now it’s rapidly descending
I should strap myself in
For another rough landing
Air traffic control didn’t see it coming
There ain’t enough fuel to keep my engines running
Force equals mass times acceleration
What goes up comes down is my calculation
If my heart was a big jet plane, I’d be goin’ down in flames
My altimeter is dropping
And there ain’t no stopping from 35,000 feet
There ain’t no bag of loot
There ain’t no parachute at terminal velocity
This is your captain speaking and I’m cowering in fear
We’ve got zero visibility and no landing gear
Buckle up good and hold on tight
This is going be a hell of a bumpy ride
If my heart was a big jet plane, I’d be goin’ down in flames
If my heart was a big jet plane, I’d be goin’ down in flames
If my heart was a big jet airliner, I’d be fallin’ from the sky on fire
City Hall
(DelGaudio/Porter)
My honey and I, gonna tie the knot
The day after tomorrow is all we’ve got
Not a minute to waste ‘cause my waist is gettin’ gone
Gettin’ hitched before the secret’s out and Daddy’s temper’s on
Yesterday, I’d say, we were only friends
What happened next, my hand to God, I did not intend
It’s a little too late
Caution done walked out the door
What started out as two of us might now be three or four
Gonna put on my party dress
Dressed to hide not just impress
He knocked me up, I must confess
So we’re jumpin’ on the 2 express
Down to City Hall
Bring you passport and your MetroCard
City Hall
Grab a witness in NY ain’t hard
City Hall
Make me a Mrs. now, I say
My baby gets her daddy’s name at City Hall today
Down at City Hall
Bring your passport and your MetroCard
City Hall
Grab a witness in NY ain’t hard
City Hall
All you have to do is pay
My baby gets her Daddy’s name at City Hall today
City Hall, Ah Ooo!
City Hall, Ah Ooo!
City Hall, Ah Ooo!
My honey and I, no lie, we live happily
Though, I’d have to say that day was not the way I thought it’d
be
Innocence, a prince, somethin’ borrowed, somethin’ blue
With my Daddy walking me down the aisle to my groom
Had no time for wedding bells
Banquet halls, Zinfandel
Running thru a rice farewell
My feet began to swell
We stood in line to dot our i’s and cross our T’s
With a clerk that looked like Willie and smelled like Jim Beam
We said “We do.” in sixty seconds flat
Signed, sealed, delivered and in a taxi just like that
Down at City Hall
Bring your passport and your MetroCard
City Hall
Grab a witness in NY ain’t hard
City Hall
Thank God for little Ellie Mae
My baby got her Daddy’s name at City Hall today
Gonna kick off my party shoes
Pack up for the babymoon
JFK straight to Cancun
With a selfie from the waiting room
City Hall, Ah Ooo!
City Hall, Ah Ooo!
City Hall, Mmm hmm!
My baby got her Daddy’s name at City Hall today
Lies Crying
Skeeters
At the alter she could hardly speak
She was crying and making me believe
That she was overwhelmed by the prospect of life
When he pronounced us man and wife
On a 9 AM outta JFK
On a nine day swing thru West VA
Got my roll aboard and my bag of sticks
So I can steal away on this business trip
Six years later she could hardly speak
As I expressed my heartfelt grief
Tears were falling from her pretty eyes
Looking honest but telling lies
Day one I was done and dusted by three
Some good ol’ boys waitin’ on the first tee
When we made the turn in the duskin’ light
Billy said, “The enemy’s takin’ flight.”
She lies crying to me
She lies crying and it’s plain to see
Tears are flying
I ain’t buying
When she’s crying, she’s lying to me
I was swattin’ at the bugs and ball as well
My patience and score all went to hell
Then I turned to Billy and he said, “Yup.”
Confrontation
She could hardly speak
I said, “You broke the rules, how could you do this to me?”
Long forgotten wedding vows
She was acting then and she’s acting now
Them bloodsuckin’ bandits were drillin’ me
I was scratchin’ and a-weltin’ in misery
Die you critters you won’t be missed
As I doused myself in a toxic mist
(Preston/DelGaudio)
I tried to give her all she could ever want
Much more than diamonds or ‘til death do us part
When she reflects upon her mirrored face
Will she see the truth or just the masquerade?
She lies crying to me
She lies crying and it’s plain to see
Tears are flying
I ain’t buying
When she’s crying, she’s lying to me
When she’s crying, it don’t mean a thing
She lies crying
Lying to me
(Cichon)
Sun goin’ down, skeeters comin’ up
Now we got skeeters back in NYC
Those West Nile monsters are a mystery
God knows what we’re breathin’ when the choppers spray
If the skeeters don’t get ya then the chemicals may
When the sun gets low there’s a buzz in the air
Better run for cover they like supper rare
They’ll drink enough blood to fill a dixie cup
Sun goin’ down, skeeters comin’ up
When the sun gets low there’s a buzz in the air
Better run for cover they like supper rare
They’ll drink enough blood to fill a dixie cup
Sun goin’ down, skeeters comin’ up
Ain’t Gonna Break My Heart
(DelGaudio/Gardner)
Empty as a locket with no picture in the frame
Empty as a creek bed when the rain never came
Empty as a pocket, I’m trying to make you see
That’s how empty every promise is to me
Often as the sun comes up and nighttime fades away
Often as a clock ticks off the seconds every day
Often as you’ve loved me and looked in my eyes
That’s how often you’ve been tellin’ lies
I’ll will my heart to keep on beating
And point my feet toward the door
Said, one of these days I’ll be leaving
You ain’t gonna break my heart no more
Lonely as the weeping willow just outside of town
Lonely as a drinker with sorrows he can’t drown
Lonely as the only ship out on the sea
That’s how lonely you are gonna be
I’ll will my heart to keep on beating
And point my feet toward the door
Said, one of these days I’ll be leaving
You ain’t gonna break my heart no more
As far away as Christmas when you’re only 8 years old
As far away as summer in the February cold
As far away as heaven when dyin’ goes too slow
That’s how far away I’m gonna go
I’ll will my heart to keep on beating
And point my feet toward the door
Said, one of these days I’ll be leaving
You ain’t gonna break my heart no more
Tumbleweed Tuesday
(Cichon)
Labor Day couldn’t come too soon
As nighttime fell the serpent grew
Snaking its way down 495
Mimosa Monday was finally thru
Fourteen weeks of lying low
Making money and watching the show
Counting the days until they’re gone
Back to 212 where they belong
It’s Tumbleweed Tuesday and my summer starts now
The beaches are empty and there’s parking downtown
Don’t need reservations
I’ll eat at the bar with the Mayor and the Sheriff
Not some Hollywood star
Some folks say we should all be farming
While I agree, the thought’s quite charming
Some Wall Street guy, a mover a shaker
Just wrote me a check for a million an acre
So, I’ll clean his pool and trim his hedges
Keep his garden and plow his drive
And smile so warmly when I shake his hand
‘Cause I’m off to the bank with his contraband
It’s Tumbleweed Tuesday and my summer starts now
The beaches are empty and there’s parking downtown
Don’t need reservations
I’ll eat at the bar with the Mayor and the Sheriff
Not some Hollywood star
As their champagne sprays my shingles grey
Yeah, they come and go like Montauk foam
When my kids schoolin’ is thru
They’ll all move back home
And on Labor Day this is what they’ll say
It’s Tumbleweed Tuesday and my summer starts now
The beaches are empty and there’s parking downtown
Don’t need reservations
I’ll eat at the bar with the Mayor and the Sheriff
Not some Hollywood star