Al Parsons

Al Parsons

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It's The Ride

Written By: Al Parsons/PJ Martin

Verse 1
It’s not the sound of that old harley
The chrome spokes and the trim
The ice blue tank or the fancy saddle bags
It’s not the way the drag pipes fit
With the kickstand down and leaning
Or the way it makes you feel when sittin’ still
It’s the ride

Chorus
With the wind against your face
And the freedom that you feel
You’re a thousand miles away in your mind
You’re the king of your own hill
You do exactly what you feel
See the beauty of the world through different eyes
It’s the ride

Verse 2
It’s not the thrill of that first kiss
Or her innocence you miss
The taste of cherry lips or her smile
It’s not her perfume on your arm
So strong it stayed till noon
You spent the whole next day in total daze
It’s the ride

Chorus
Storming out and slam the door
Swearin’ you won’t take no more
Then your back there in her arms just like before
Like the ups and downs and hurts
Acting like a jerk
Then love is so much sweeter than before
It’s the ride

Bridge
You wished the kids were gone and grown
Then your wife and you’re alone
Now you’re wishing that the journey wasn’t thru
It’s the ride

Verse 3
It’s not the last time that you see her
Wearing pearls and folded hands
In the dress that she picked out for her last day
All the things in life worth keeping
You won’t trade for all your secrets
That you kept together with the one you love
It’s the ride

Chorus
Keeping life twisted full throttle
Tryin’ to stay out of the bottle
Living like your living your last dream
Be the king of your own hill
Do exactly what you feel
Only stopping long enough to smell the rose
It’s the ride

©2006 Aparsolo Publishing

The Tree

Written By: Al Parsons

Verse 1
Me and Johnny built a fort
To get away from mom
Put it up a tree next to the road
Down by the pond
Spent the summers make believe
Secret codes, handshakes
When we climbed that tree
The world would float away

Chorus
It was the tree
It was our friend
We’d shakes the leaves
Fall on our heads
Silent nights and the mornings
Cold as ice

Verse 2
Years went by we broke the codes
Girls came in our lives
Jeanie was a coin toss
To take her to the prom
No one was a witness to the way they left the road
The way that car was mangled
You could tell he never slowed

Chorus
It was the tree
Stopped them dead
Shook the leaves
Fell on their heads
Silent night in the morning
Cold as ice

Verse 3
Standing by the tree today
Thinking back in time
Looking at the cross of flowers
Placed by where they died
If she went with me that night
Would he be here instead
Thinking of the times we had
Those summers never end

Chorus
It was the tree
Stopped them dead
Shook the leaves
Fell on their heads
Silent night in the morning
Cold as ice

It was the tree
It was our friend
We shook the leaves
Fell on our heads
Silent nights and the mornings
Could as ice

©2006 Aparsolo Publishing

Busted Flat And All Alone

Written By: Al Parsons/Kenny Jones

Busted Flat And All Alone
(al parsons/kenny jones)

With two dollars in my pocket
And a thousand bucks to pay
Don’t know how I’ll make tomorrow
Or if I can face the day
It’s a good life so they tell me
I ain’t found that better way
If I don’t pay the rent tomorrow
I best be on my way

Cause I’m busted
Broke down to the bone
Yea this hard workin' life ain’t workin’
Busted flat and all alone

Found a job just south of Pittsburgh
Haulin’ steel to Idaho
I was doin' good till I met Rita
Somewhere between loads
Her blue eyes made me drop my guard
Forget just where I’d been
I quit that job and now she's gone
I’m never gonna win

Cause I’m busted
Broke down to the bone
Yea this hard workin' life ain’t workin'
Busted flat and all alone
Yea

Yea I won’t stand in no welfare line
But lord it’s getting hard
Tryin' to make the ends meet
Is tearin' me apart
Taxes goin' up
But the pay keeps goin' down
I guess I’m gonna work until they put me in the ground

I stay busted
Broke down to the bone
Yea this hard workin' life ain’t workin'
Busted flat and all alone

Someday I’ll get the message
Figure out where I done wrong
Until that day I’ll look for work
As sure as the day’s long
If you can find an answer
For that I’ll gladly pay
Don’t send it to me COD
I’ll send a check one day

Cause I’m busted
Broke down to the bone
Yea this hard workin' life ain’t workin’
Busted flat and all alone
Yea this hard workin' life ain’t workin’
Busted flat and all alone

Yea this hard workin' life ain’t workin’

©2007 Aparsolo Publishing

Friday Night Blues

Written By: Al Parsons

Friday Night Blues
(al parsons)

Moon breaking through a fluffy sky
Shining on the last couple Walking down West 9th
Late night bus whining it’s way into 3rd
Dude at the sub stop outside gettin the word

Oh these Saturday morning Late hour
Friday Night Blues

Video jockey in an all night arcade
Romancin the thing with some moves I can’t make
I’ve sat and watch them all come and they go
I’ve never seen a straight one now don’t you know

These Saturday morning Late hour
Friday Night Blues

They all say they’re getting out of this town
I ain’t seen one leave since I’ve been around
But you know I’ll be gettin out of here
I’m out baby when I down this beer

These Saturday morning Late hour
Friday Night Blues
These Saturday morning Late hour
Friday Night Blues

©2007 Aparsolo Publishing

Lost In Your Memory Again

Written By: Al Parsons

Lost In Your Memory, Again
(al parsons)

I had a good day Things really went well
Nobody asked me How’s she doing, hope she’s doing well
Then as I was stopped At my usual red light
Our old car drove by And it fell out of sight

I hurried home For a moment I was there
Then the horns started blowing I was lost in the air
And as I rode by Our old house with a grin
I was lost in your memory, again

Lost in your memory, again
The good times are leading But the bad ones won’t end
You left me hanging high Blowing in the wind
Lost in your memory, again

I guess your with your new love Everything is fine
Got your big ole mansion Drinking high dollar wine
Me I’m drinkin’ doubles Just to keep from falling in
Lost in your memory, again

Lost in your memory, again
The good times are leading But the bad ones won’t end
You left me hanging high Blowing in the wind
Lost in your memory, again


©2007 Aparsolo Publishing

Remember

Written By: Al Parsons

Remember
(al parsons)

When I lay me down
One final time
Don¡¦t cry Just sigh
And know I love you

Lift your head out of your hands
The pain will only last awhile
When all is said and done
The love we shared will still be there

Chorus
Remember
We had our time
Remember
We always pulled through
Remember
We had each other
And remember
I¡¦ll always love you

Should you ever wake at night
And feel there¡¦s someone there
Don¡¦t cry Just sigh
And know it¡¦s only me

Wipe the sleep out of your eyes
And remember all your dreams
When the morning comes around
You¡¦ll smile from all the things I¡¦ve said

Chorus
Remember
We had our time
Remember
We always pulled through
Remember
We had each other
And remember
I¡¦ll always love you

„¦2007 InterMusic

Things We Didn't Say

Written By: Al Parsons

Sittin here thinking about the things we didn’t say
Repeat
I should have been gone before I let her get to me
Now I’m sitting all alone watching reruns on TV

Waitin on the porch for the taxi to take me away
Repeat
Her memory keeps gettin in my way
I’m hurtin real bad from the things we didn’t say

If I wasn’t what she wanted I wish she would have let it show
But she lead me on so long now I can’t let go

Sittin in the airport waiting for my flight to get in
Repeat
I’m getting out of this town I’ve tried every other way
And I’m hurting real bad from the things we didn’t
Still hurting real bad from the things we didn’t say

©2007 Aparsolo Publishing

It's the Waiting

Written By: Al Parsons

She sit's there in her doublewide
He's so far away from home
It's not where he wants to be
But he's protecting country and home

Everynight she feels lonely
He's on her mind at work
Everynight he writes her letters
Telling her how he misses home

It's the waiting
X's on the calendar's
Numbers the time that's left
She prays for his return
His return stays on his mind
It's the faith that helps the waiting
But the waiting sure can be a lonely time

She's pushing hard and screaming
Then she hears the baby cry
She looks just like her mother
She has her daddy's eyes
He get's the news next morning
But it's time for his patrol
He put's it back inside his mind
Hit's the door then locks and loads

It's the waiting
X's on the calendar's
Numbers the time that's left
She prays for his return
His return stays on his mind
It's the faith that helps the waiting
But the waiting sure can be a lonely time