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rock at morrow bay © lisa ann stone - 3/26/14
and as the sun sets on that big old rock by the baythe sun set so low it just melts our cares away
up the hill we climb to end another day
down by the rock at morrow by
down by the water along the bay
the crowds are gone and fed and the children tucked away
there's a little beach where I like to play
down by the rock at morrow bay
lazy sunday afternoons the kind that doesn't end too soon
watching surfers and playing tunes
before too long and too many songs
we get to greet the moondown by the water along the bay
the crowds are gone and fed and the children tucked away
there's a little beach where I like to play
down by the rock at morrow bay
skinner © lisa ann stone - 3/26/14
the pierce brothers they pioneered
the abalone industry in all the state
you know that skinner lived his whole life
right here in morrow baywell he lived his life with hour, wit and honor
with that big old perpetual grin
you always knew you had a friend
no matter what kind of shape you were in
one april fools day, skinner was working
out on highway one, he was loading
the biggest landslide in history
but just between you and me
I'll bet he's still up there grinning
run whatcha brung © lisa ann stone - 1/31/14
life ain't so easy you're kind hung
up on the starting gate everyone's up and gone
just a little slow down you'll get your chance for fun
life don't give you everything so you run whatcha brung
competition's fierce in the pro stock classes
some trailer it all where they come from
you can't afford to go that fast
you ain't got it all so you run whatcha brung
life aint a race enjoy it at your own pace
and smell the roses along the way
you try to live your dreams while you're in your prime
but your body is now giving out long before it's time
so much more to see before the swan has sung
so you gather all the strength you have and you run whatcha brung
show me the color © lisa ann stone - august 6, 2007show me the color of the sunlight in your hair
laughing in the meadow with flowers everywhere
softly caress me then you kiss me if you dare
young romance was in the air
show me the color of a warm mid-summers eve
fragrance of blooming flowers wafting in the breeze
fireflies lighting up their ballet through the trees
reminiscing memories like these
show me the color of the ocean at first dawn
fading silhouette of the ship you’re leaving on
it’s hard to realize you really will be gone
old memories they help me carry on
which is worse © lisa ann stone - 2/27/13
I know my man won’t be around for longhe’ll go, I'll write another sad old song
some say there’s no good men left out there
some say that I’m cursed
some say, I’ll die homeless and lonely
I don’t know which one is worse
I live alone, but sometimes you meet someone
sometimes they grow to be friends
sometimes they grow to be closer
sometimes it all just ends
some say there’s no good friends left out there
some say that I’m cursed
some say, I’ll die homeless and lonely
I don’t know which one is worse
I’ll wait another week, as another year goes by
they never came around, and Ill never understand why
some say there’s no good men left out there
some say that I’m cursedsome say, I’ll die homeless and lonely
I don’t know which one is worse
The Lady With The Alligator Purse
I had a baby brother - his name was Baby Lou
- we put him in the bathtub
- to see what he would do
he drank up all the water
he ate up all the soap
he tried to eat the bathtub
but it wouldn't go down his throat
someone call the doctor
someone call the nurse
someone call the lady
with the alligator purse
measles said the doctor
mumps said the nurse
indigestion said the lady
with the alligator purse
Poor Wayfaring Stranger
I'm am a poor wayfaring stranger
I'm traveling through this world of woe
yet there's no sickness, nor toil or danger
in that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
though golden fields lie just before me
where God's redeemed shall ever sleep
I'm going there to see my mother
We'll meet again, forever more
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I want to wear a crown of glory
when I get home to that good land
I want to shout salvation's story
in concert with the blood-washed bandI'm going there to meet my Saviour
to sing his praise forever more
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home