words and music Greg Spence Wolf
My Cadillac, don't run no more,
It sits in pieces outside my door
Its rear end is all smashed in
And my Cadillac don't run no more.
Some son of a gun, pulled a hit and run
He probably had no insurance
And now my rear end Is all smashed in
And my Cadillac don't run no more
I always park defensively
So that nobody will hit me
I was certain I would not get hit that day,
It did not work out that way.
My Cadillac don't run no more
It sits in pieces outside my door
It's rear end is all smashed in
And my Cadillac don't run no more.
Now that old car, just good for parts
To see it there just breaks my heart
It's transmission won't even start
Now I got a Redneck Yard.
My Cadillac don't run no more
It sits in pieces outside my door
It's rear end is all smashed in
And my Cadillac don't run no more.
Upbeat gospel singing/ bluegrass picking style
GGGG GGGG (My Cadillac don't run no more)
CCCC GGGG (It sits in pieces outside my door)
GGGG Em Em Em Em (It's rear end is all smashed in)
GGDD GGGG (And my Cadillac don't run no more)
Down at the Farmer's Market
Down at the Farmer's Market they play those great old songs,
Bring your fiddle, rosin your bow and you can play along,
The kids are dancing while the parents are shopping,
The band is jamming and the quarters are dropping,
Down at the Farmer's Market they sell organic produce,
Frsh baked bread, so much for you to choose from,
Hand made crafts right off the rack,
Sold by the people who produce them,
Down at the farmer's Market they play those great old songs,
And if you know the words then you can sing along,
The kids are dancing while the parents are shopping,
The band is jamming and the quarters are dropping,
I once bought a back pack from a farmers' market vendor,
It lasted seven years, for me that's a record,
Hand made crafts are made to last,
And when you buy them from the maker, they are cheaper,
Down at the farmer's market they play those great old tunes,
And I'm sure if you made a request, they'd play one for you,
The kids are dancing while the parents areshopping,
The band is jamming and the quarters are dropping.
Down at the Farmer's Market
With Chords
(D)Down at the Farmer's Market they (G)play those great old (A)songs,
(D)Bring your fiddle, rosin your bow and you can (G)play (A)along,
The (G)kids are (A)dancing while the (D)parents are (B min)shopping,
The (G)band is jamming and the (A)quarters are dropping,
(D)Down at the Farmer's Market they (G)sell organic (A)produce,
(D)Frsh baked bread, (G)so much for you to (A)choose from,
(G)Hand made (A)crafts (D)right off the (B min)rack,
(G)Sold by the people (A)who produce them,
(D)Down at the farmer's Market they (G)play those great old (A)songs,
And (D)if you know the words then (G)you can sing (A)along,
The (G)kids are (A)dancing while the (D)parents are (B min)shopping,
The (G)band is jamming and the (A)quarters are dropping,
(D)I once bought a back pack from a (G)farmers' market (A)vendor,
(D)It lasted seven years, (G)for me that's a (A)record,
(G)Hand made (A)crafts (D)are (B min)made to last,
And when you (G)buy them from the maker, (A)they are cheaper,
(D)Down at the farmer's market (G)they play those great old (A)tunes,
(D)And I'm sure if you made a request, (G)they'd play one for (A)you,
(G)The kids are (A)dancing while the (D)parents are (B min) shopping,
The (G) band is jamming (A) and the quarters are dropping.
PS
The Backpack was made by Zekreation
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and do a search for Zekreation
Julian Assange
Published a clip
That depicted
US soldiers
Kiling children
And reporters
In New Baghdad
Under orders
So the UK
Locked him up
In an embassy
And then a prison
He went to prison for reporting a crime
That's not a good reason for doing time.
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Immigration is a right
People should not have to fight for the right
To work live and play
Where the jobs are today
People and jobs move with the season
That is one reason
We should let people migrate
Borders are artificial
Created by government officials
Separating ancient nations
That existed before colonization.
Immigration is a blessing
People should not be messing
With the people who must travel
To and fro to make a living
Round and round the town we go on our bicycles,
Round and round our pedals go, moving fast, moving slow,
Up and down the hills we go, huffing, puffing as we go,
Riding to the greatest places you could want to go.
I ride my bicycle to work every day,
And I take my bicycle, home every night,
Dealing with cars, who get in my way, and,
Dealing with potholes left and right.
And, when I ride, my bicycle at night.
I use a handle bar head light.
So I can see where I'm going.
I ride my bicycle to the grocery store,
And I take my bicycle, when I run my chores,
Dealing with drivers who yell, get out of the way,
Because they think I ride my bike real slow.
I try to ride, my bicycle really safe because,
I don't think that roads are safe for race.
I watch out for cars, cuz cars are dangerous,
I watch out for trucks, cuz trucks endanger us,
I keep my eyes upon the road.
Round and Round the country we go, on our bicycles,
Round and round our wheels go, clicking, ticking as they go,
Up and down the hills we go, building muscles as we go,
Riding to the greatest places you could want to go.
Lyrics By Greg Spence Wolf and Paul Glover
Music By Greg Spence Wolf
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I’m a righteous Dumpster Diver Dude
I get all of my apparel
From the bottom of a barrel
All my favorite music
Someone else refused it
My letterhead has many styles
Because it comes from the circular file
I go to campus every spring
To look for all of the good things
That people throw away
Because you go away.
No I am not in love with Amy, anymore.
Soon a new love will come a knocking at my door.
No I'm not dreaming about Amy anymore.
Soon a new love will come and make my dreams come true for sure.
I stopped sitting up all night, wondering what to do.
A wishing and a hoping desperately for you.
The old familiar places don't remind me of you.
No longer do they make me feel blue.
No I am not in love with Amy, anymore.
Soon a new love will come a knocking at my door.
No I'm not dreaming about Amy anymore.
Soon a new love will come and make my dreams come true for sure.
Let me tell you now,
Being in love, it's okay.
But don't let no one tell you that it's all that great.
It gives you hope and builds you up.
Then it let's you down and sets you straight.
No I am not in love with Amy, anymore.
Soon a new love will come a knocking at my door.
No I'm not dreaming about Amy anymore.
Soon a new love will come and make my dreams come true for sure.
I stopped beating myself and putting myself down.
No longer looking up at the pedestal I tried to put you on.
I'm not putting you above anybody else.
I ain't worshipping the ground that you walk upon.
No I am not in love with Amy, anymore.
Soon a new love will come a knocking at my door.
No I'm not dreaming about Amy anymore.
Soon a new love will come and make my dreams come true for sure.
Maybe I'll still dance with her if she says please.
But you won't see me pulling her close to me.
I'm sure that I'll still notice her when I'm walking down the street.
But unlike before my heart won't skip a beat.
No I am not in love with Amy, anymore.
Soon a new love will come a knocking at my door.
No I'm not dreaming about Amy anymore.
Soon a new love will come and make my dreams come true for sure.
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I want to write a song that will make you want to dance
I want to write a song that will put you in a trance
I want to play a song that will get you on your feet,
Because it's got a rockin beat,
I want to play a song that will make you want to swing,
That will make you feel like you can do anything,
I don't want to sing a song about my lost baby,
Don't want to sing about some desperate love that may be someday,
I don't want to sing a song about a love gone wrong,
No I want to sing a happy song,
I want to sing a song that will make you want to dance,
And I hope that the dancing lasts all night long,
I confess sometimes I find joy in a sad song,
Knowing that somme other fool had a love that's gone wrong, not just me,
But I want this song to be an inspiration,
For you to cast aside your fears and join the celebration,
Why don't you take a chance and ask someone to dance,
Maybe they'll dance all night long,
There's so much beauty inside of you,
And when you smile it shines right through,
When I see you out there on the dance floor,
It makes me want to join you maybe even put down my guitar,
But I'll be happy if you're just dancing to my songs,
I'll be happy singing all night long.
copywrite Greg Spence Wolf
Flags Fly While People Die
Guns don't die people die
Guns shoot while people cry
Bombs don't cry , people cry
Bombs fall while people hide
But there is no place to hide
There are no good or bad guys
It is wrong to take a life
They drop the bombs on the innocent victims
In order to destroy a nations infrastructure
In order to destroy their electricity and running water
It's a slaughter.
&c Greg Spence Wolf
I Wish
I wish the conversation never ended,
Because there's so much more about it that I would like to know,
I hope that I can see you again,
Maybe there's some place that we both like to go,
Sometimes when we talk I catch a glimpse into your eyes,
And always when ou smile I feel so good inside,
I never know if I should try,
To tell you how I feel or just keep it all inside,
I know that now we have just met,
And that I should not expect that we'll be more than friends,
But I hope that we can be such good friends,
You never know,
I've never felt the need to defend my heart from you,
And if I ever hurt you I promise to amend the wounds,
I hope that you don't feel intimidated by me,
I hope that we can be together comfortably,
I know that now we are only friends,
And that I should not pretend that there is something more,
But I am so glad that we're such good friends,
That's for sure,
I always want to be myself to you,
I do not want to pretend,
My love's not something that I can sell,
Even as I try so hard not to offend you,
I know that now we are only friends,
And that I should not expect that there'd be something more,
But maybe someday we'll be more than friends,
In a loving relationship,
You never know.
Copywrite 1996 Greg Spence Wolf
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