Mike Roos

Mike Roos

 Cincinnati, Ohio, USA
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Christmas in the Islands

Written By: Mike Roos

Christmas in the islands,
Everybody’s in the palm tree grove,
Picking coconuts and singing songs as they go,
Picking one to give to San Miguel,
Rosalita and Emmanuel,
On the beaches where the sea foam fell like snow.

Christmas in the islands, everybody got a big surprise.
Everybody got a coconut and some love.
When you’re giving all there is to give,
When you’re living all there is to live,
Everything is just what it is and that’s enough.

See the children in their mothers’ arms,
Warm wind flowing through their hair.
See the fishing boats in God’s lagoon,
Floating on air.

Christmas in the islands, build a castle with your two bare hands,
Let the ocean wash it all away in a while.
See the sunset on a golden sea,
See the secrets of infinity,
Sitting underneath a coconut tree with a smile.

New Orleans

Written By: Mike Roos

I was born in a bucket down in New Orleans
Mama was a dancer and a Cajun Queen
You know she paid her dues and she could sing the blues
My daddy was a mystery man I never did meet
They say he met my mama down on Bourbon Street
In a pinstripe suit and alligator boots

Hey, hey, it’s a mighty big flood
Hey, hey, mud, blood, and crud
Hey, hey, let it wash me away
Hey, hey

I used to look for nickels down on Jackson Square
Dressed in Mardi Gras beads and my underwear
And the saxophones sang and the church bells rang
A son of Robert Johnson taught me guitar chords
Jimmy blew harp and Sammy strummed washboard
Then the walls came down and the dogs all drowned

Hey, hey, it’s a mighty big flood
Hey, hey, mud, blood, and crud
Hey, hey, let it wash me away
Hey, hey

The politicians said it was a lucky break
The President was eating him some Texas steak
When the big winds blew. What could anybody do?
Ma was sleeping by the levee when the levee broke
She was dreaming of my daddy but she never awoke
And now the Superdome makes a helluva home.

Hey, hey, it’s a mighty big flood
Hey, hey, mud, blood, and crud
Hey, hey, let it wash me away
Hey, hey

Cut and Dried

Written By: Mike Roos

Cut and Dried

If it weren’t so cut and dried, maybe the rain wouldn’t fall
If it weren’t so cut and dried, maybe the night wouldn’t call
Maybe we could live in a nursery rhyme
And we’d laugh away the blues
And maybe we could dance to the edge of time
Like we’d nothing left to lose

Chorus:
Yes and maybe I’d really be the one for you
And maybe there’d be nothing I couldn’t do
And maybe our dreams would all come true
And we would not be denied
If it weren’t so cut and dried

If it weren’t so cut and dried, maybe the clock wouldn’t tick
If it weren’t so cut and dried, maybe this love might stick
And maybe we could kiss till the stars turn cold
And our hearts would never bleed
And maybe this love that we thought so bold
Would be all we’d ever need

Chorus

There are times we might get lucky
And we crawl out from the fog
And we see the clear white light of day
Like a long forgotten cousin
The truth presents itself
At our door and it won’t be turned away

If it weren’t so cut and dried, maybe the earth wouldn’t quake
If it weren’t so cut and dried, maybe these hearts wouldn’t break
And maybe we could let our passion burn
And there’d be no consequence
And maybe we’d be born with the power to turn
The sequence of events

Chorus

Copyright 2010 by Mike Roos