Jeff Oxford

Jeff Oxford

BandPopFolk

I only play songs that I wrote (no covers) with the hope of some day getting published. There are many talented artists in the world, but there always seems to be a shortage of great songs. I collaborate with other songwriters with the goal of creating great songs.

Biography

I write in many styles, primarily guitar-centered, though occassionally will use piano for a change of pace. My influences include: James Taylor, Jim Croce, Dan Fogelberg, Beatles, Eric Clapton, Eagles, CSNY, Harry Chapin, etc.

Lyrics

Call Her

Written By: Andy Furlong

CALL HER
© Copyright 2004 Andy Furlong and Jeff Oxford

Verse 1:

Twenty odd years and still
She's working down the Highway Grill
Same old smile to greet ya
She has got to be an amazing creature
Fill your with life when you’re old
Fill your with coffee when your cold
Top you up and warm your heart
This is how every day should start
Still at the same old game, and long may she remain...

Chorus:

Call her Joy, call her Grace
The way she glides about the place
Call her April, call her May
She will smile your blues away

Verse 2:

Quarter of a century passes
Now she's wearing glasses
So much she could teach ya
She knows about Nukes and Nietze
Conversations won't dry up
Nor will your hot coffee cup
Service with a smile
From pensioner to child
Still at the same old game
And long may she remain...

Chorus:

Call her Joy, call her Grace
The way she glides about the place
Call her April, call her May
She will smile your blues away

Bridge:

Angel here on earth, what must you be worth?

Repeat Chorus

While She Was Slipping Away

Written By: Graham Henderson

While She Was Slipping Away
© Copyright 2003 Graham Henderson and Jeff Oxford

Verse 1:

There’s a sadness in a song I hear, nearly every day
It’s a golden oldie, so I guess it’s here to stay
Now I often feel like crying,
when I hear it play
Because it’s the one she played to death while she was slipping away

Verse 2:

I used to love the tune but never listened to the words
If I had I may have heard what she was trying to say
But instead I just hummed along to what was a favorite song
While she was…
While she was slipping away

Chorus:

By the time I heard the words, she was well and truly gone
The only memory I have left is when that song comes on
I’ve learned to hate the radio, but can’t bear to turn it down
‘Cause some how it makes me feel like she’s still around

Verse 3:

One day I suppose it’ll be too old to play
And I wonder if I’ll miss it, when it’s finally had its day
I’d like to think I’m over her, but I know that it’s not true
‘Cause I remember she was slipping away when that golden oldie was brand new

Repeat Chorus

Tag (with lead guitar overlay):

Yeah…
While she was slipping away
I let that golden oldie play
Without hearing. Without hearing what she was trying to say

Drivin' By Touch

Written By: Jeff Oxford and Mark Aldrich

Drivin’ By Touch
Lyrics by Mark Aldrich, music by Jeff Oxford © 2004
(Jeffrey_m_oxford@yahoo.com, 616-822-4275)

Verse 1:

I’m driving down the highway, past an SUV
When I look up at him he’s pulling into me
Talking on his cell phone, no attention to the road
He’s driftin’ in my lane, with that heavy, heavy load

Chorus:

He’s drivin’ by touch. What? Look at the road?
That would take too much, so he’s drivin’ by touch
Yeah, he’s drivin’ by touch. Needs ta’ shift his mental gears
But he ain’t got no clutch, so he’s drivin’ by touch

Verse 2:

On the verge of going postal, my nerves are getting frayed
Drivin’ in front of that moron, in this bumper car parade
Yeah, he’s still yappin’, on that mobile phone
If I have to hit the brakes, he’ll make my car two-toned

Chorus:

He’s drivin’ by touch. What? Look at the road?
That would take too much, so he’s drivin’ by touch
Yeah, he’s drivin’ by touch. Needs ta’ shift his mental gears
But he ain’t got no clutch, so he’s drivin’ by touch

Verse 3:

I bought a compact car, it was all I could afford
I never thought I would have to bow to the Road Lord
Thought I’d save some money, I thought I’d save some gas
Not just decorate, the hood of that talking ass

Chorus:

He’s drivin’ by touch. What? Look at the road?
That would take too much, so he’s drivin’ by touch
Yeah, he’s drivin’ by touch. Needs ta’ shift his mental gears
But he ain’t got no clutch, so he’s drivin’ by touch

Some Do Well, But Some Do Good

Written By: Robert Geoge

I heard he was well off, he'd managed to sell off
His junk bonds just before they tanked
He stepped from his Mercedes, cut off some old lady
In the ATM line by the bank

It was late Fall and I know he saw a Salvation Army Santa Clause
But that wheeler dealer walked by the kettle and never dropped a nickel

Chorus:
Well, I guess some are blessed with gold and popularity
And some do their part with golden hearts that are full of charity
Mister, it's a right fine line 'tween doin' right and doin' fine
But in the end my friend it's understood, some do well but some do good

Then I saw that frail old lady, She musta been in her eighties
And she hadda try her card three or four times
Then she straightened her tattered collar, donated twenty dollars
When I'll bet she needed ev'ry dime

She walked off down the block weak n slow, waited for a bus in the blowing snow
I'd never seen a spirit like hers, she let a young lady with a baby get on first

Chorus:
Well, I guess some are blessed with gold and popularity
And some do their part with golden hearts that are full of charity
Mister, it's a right fine line 'tween doin' right and doin' fine
But in the end my friend it's understood, some do well but some do good

Bridge:
Well, ev'ry year I volunteer, put on the red suit, buckle n boots and fake beard
But so far my richest reward was seeing...rich or poor
It's not just giving but giving more than we can afford

Cos some do well but some do good
Some do well but some do good

Discography

None

Set List

All originals