Paul Bernstein

Paul Bernstein

 Ann Arbor, Michigan, USA
SoloAmericanaCountry

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A Whole Lot More Than Strangers

Written By: Paul Bernstein

A WHOLE LOT MORE THAN STRANGERS

The wine was flowing freely
The band was playing loud
I guess it’s true that we both knew
What this was all about
Now the party’s over
There’s no need to pretend
We’re a whole lot more than strangers
And a whole lot less than friends

We’re a whole lot more than strangers
The way we loved last night
Now I don’t know which way to go
Or how to make it right
It’s a long, long way from lonely
To get to where we been
We’re a whole lot more than strangers
And a whole lot less than friends

I watch you move around the room
I watch you brush your hair
And slowly go to pick up clothes
All scattered everywhere
Could this be the beginning
Or the beginning of the end
We’re a whole lot more than strangers
And a whole lot more than friends

We’re a whole lot more than strangers
The way we loved last night
Now I don’t know which way to go
Or how to make it right
It’s a long, long way from lonely
To get to where we been
We’re a whole lot more than strangers
And a whole lot less than friends

Tascosa Rambler

Written By: Paul Bernstein

TASCOSA RAMBLER

I never saw a cowboy outside a movie show
Drinking songs and cheating songs and outlaws left me cold
I walked the straight and narrow and never thought to stray
Till the rambler from Tascosa came my way

His jeans are worn and dusty from a life out on the road
When he’s had a few too many, his temper starts to show
But his eyes are warm and gentle, his hands are hard and strong
And his smile is something sweeter than a song

He’s made his way through ups and downs
And still can’t get it right
But he keeps me laughing all day long
And keeps me warm at night
Though he doesn’t sing like Autry
And he doesn’t fight like Wayne
He works hard for his money
And I love him just the same

So saddle up your bronco and sweep me off my feet
I’ll learn to dance the two-step and drink my whisky neat
We’ll ride into the sunset, I’ll be your blushing bride
With the rambler from Tascosa by my side

The Real Thing

Written By: Paul Bernstein

THE REAL THING

Winter in Montana
Twenty-nine below
The north fence down
Broke by the drifting snow
Got to head up-country
Mend it if he can
It don’t take a hero
Just a plain hard-working man

He ain’t a rhinestone cowboy
He’s the real thing
Taking what life offers
Whatever it may bring
He don’t look for trouble
He don’t play no games
He don’t make much money
But I love him just the same

Up before the sunrise
Working through the day
He keeps me strong
When the world doesn’t go my way
Missed the church last Sunday
Cause he tied one on
The preacher don’t like it
But I figure he’s earned his fun

He ain’t a rhinestone cowboy
He’s the real thing
Taking what life offers
Whatever it may bring
He don’t look for trouble
He don’t play no games
He don’t make much money
But I love him just the same

When the range was open
And the West was wild
A cowboy’s life
Was the dream of every child
Now it’s all forgotten
Part of history
But he still rides
Where the wind and the prairie meet

He ain’t a rhinestone cowboy
He’s the real thing
Taking what life offers
Whatever it may bring
He don’t look for trouble
He don’t play no games
He don’t make much money
But I love him just the same

Life Ain't Heaven

Written By: Paul Bernstein

LIFE AIN’T HEAVEN

My job went off to China
My dog walked out on me
My friends keep sending Hallmark cards
To show their sympathy.
I don’t take much comfort
From all the things they say
I just pour another drink
And start another day

I know that life ain’t heaven
It can cut you up inside
But I keep right on living
‘Cause it’s still one helluva ride

A tinkerbelle from Texas
Turned her lovelight onto me
I thought if I got lucky
I could slip between her sheets
But her boyfriend was an ex-Marine
Who put me on the floor
Now I’m laid up in traction
Hoping for a better score

I know that life ain’t heaven,
It can cut you up inside,
But I keep right on living
‘Cause it’s still one helluva ride

Whiskey, dice, and women
Put the hurt into my life,
I don’t mess with religion
And I don’t need a wife,
So walk yourself right out the door
And find a better man—
I don’t think you’ll make it
But you do the best you can

I know that life ain’t heaven,
It can cut you up inside,
But I keep right on living
‘Cause it’s still one helluva ride

Too Late Now

Written By: Paul Bernstein

TOO LATE NOW

We were fighting with each other
Like so many times before
When our little boy got out of bed
And opened up the door
His arms reached out to hold us
And he put your hand in mine
Saying, “Mommy, Daddy
Make up one more time”

But it’s too late now for holding hands
And saying I love you
Too many years of lies and tears
Have broken us in two
We had a dream together
It fell apart somehow
I’d like to start all over
But it’s too late now

I recall the way he told me
On the way to Sunday school
How glad he was to have a daddy
And a mommy too
I hugged him and I kissed him
And I struggled not to cry
At the fear that I saw
Hiding in his eyes

It’s too late now for make believe
And trying to pretend
The only home he’s ever known
Is coming to an end
We had a dream together
It fell apart somehow
I’d like to start all over
But it’s too late now

Sabbath Queen

Written By: Paul Bernstein

SABBATH QUEEN

Friday evening, sun going down
Looking for my lady, nowhere to be found
It’s getting late, and I’m getting mean
Waiting in vain for the Sabbath Queen

The congregation will kindly rise
Lift up your hearts, and sacrifice
Reach for the vision, reach for the dream
Join in worship of the Sabbath Queen

Reach for the vision, fast till the dawn
Go to bed hungry, then carry on
The nightly vigil is unredeemed
I can’t get close to the Sabbath Queen

The congregation will kindly rise
Lift up your hearts, and sacrifice
Reach for the vision, reach for the dream
Join in worship of the Sabbath Queen

My spirit is broken, my body enthralled
The Ark will be shaken, the Temple will fall
The scorn of the prophets, the pride of the kings
Toys in the dust for the Sabbath Queen

My city lies open, it shines in the sun
My walls having crumbled, the battle is won
The idol approaches, the crowd convenes
Everybody waiting on the Sabbath Queen

The congregation will kindly rise
Lift up your hearts, and sacrifice
Reach for the vision, reach for the dream
Join in worship of the Sabbath Queen