René Breland

René Breland

 Helena, Alabama, USA
BandCountryFolk

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See the Mighty Ship

Written By: René Breland

Back in '86 when I was a boy,
the town turned out to see its pride and joy,
Ninety-five hundred tons in battleship gray,
Time to celebrate, it was launching day.

The hard-hats, the suits and the uniforms
all gathered 'round on that November morn,
They christened her the San Jacinto,
She was baptized in the Gulf of Mexico.

See the mighty ship, watch her go,
The San Jac as she came to be known,
Here the crowds roar, see the flags wave
as the high school band played "Anchors Aweigh!"
And if that won't bring out the red, white and blue in you,
Nothing will.

My daddy was a welder for forty years,
He burned that rod through blood, sweat and tears.
My mama worked, too, as long as she was able,
put a roof over us and food on the table.
The banker, the lawyer and the regular Joe
all depended on that shipyard whistle to blow.

For over seventy years we've been layin' 'em down
in this flagship city, this Mississippi town.
We've built scores of sea-bound, fightin' machines,
in the depths below, the submarines.
Through wars and lay-offs and hurricanes,
we're still here and we're proud of our name,
And if that won't bring out the red, white and blue in you,
Nothin' will.

When Katrina blew we went through hell,
but I've got one more story to tell.

She was born in a dark and misty fog,
In the brackish water and the Mississippi mud.
We built her strong and we built her tough
and soon she was headed in the Persian Gulf.

In the year 2000, trouble came to call,
a suicide mission that tore a hole
through the port of the ship, but the greatest cost
was the seventeen sailors whose lives were lost.

They brought her home and we patched her up,
and still today she's got the stuff,
'cause she's steady, and ready, and on patrol-
Let us honor the good men and women -
of the USS Cole!

See the mighty ship, watch her go,
The glory and valor of the USS Cole,
Hear the crowds roar, see the flags wave
as the high school band plays "Anchors Aweigh!",
And if that won't bring it out, if that won't bring it out!

To all the great ships who sail the seas,
Protecting this freedom for you and me,
Who travel the world bringing peace and good in the midst
of earthquake, famine and flood,
You're a friend to all people to strive to live free -
We salute you, and say God speed!

See the mighty ship, watch her go!
See the flag, See the flag wave!
Anchors Aweigh!

My Hippie Boomer Baby

Written By: René Breland

When we got married, our friends would say,
that we were all wrong, it was a big mistake.
It's true we didn't have that much in common.
A fast food guy and she ate ramen.

It's been 30 years and we've been going strong,
For me and my baby it don't seem that long.
They said we'd never make it, but opposites can,
'Cause I'm a pick-up Ford and she's a Volkswagen van.

And I'm a boomer, and not later, but sooner.
She's my hippie boomer baby,
I'm her country boomer baby, too.

She was a flower child, now she's my rockin' girl,
but I grew up on Johnny and Willie and Merle,
At night we turn 'em on, our little bungalow rocks,
Kick off my cowboy boots and her Birkenstocks.

Now you can have Kim and Chloe and Paris,
'Cause my baby's got hair like Emmy Lou Harris.
Yeah, she keeps me goin' with that tattoed rose,
and her bellbottom jeans with her rings on her toes.

'Cause she's a boomer, and not later, but sooner.
She's my hippie boomer baby,
I'm her country boomer baby, too.

When elections roll around we cancel each other's vote,
She likes her hybrid but I love my bass boat.
She reads poetry and she's into yoga.
I watch TV and I'm into poker.

Well, me and my baby, we make quite a pair.
She's a vegetarian and I - like mine rare,
but we've been cookin' it up and simmerin' low,
We'll find a country station on the radio,
We'll pull the shades down tight, and then we'll take it real slow,
'Cause we're boomers, and not later, but sooner.
She's my hippie boomer baby,
I'm her country boomer baby, too!

Moving On

Written By: Rene Breland

The day is done, I'm wishing you goodnight, my dear,
I'm holding your picture and feeling that you're near.
Time stood still the moment that I knew that you were gone,
But the days have turned to years
and life has surely moved on.

I wish you could have been there, it was such a sight to see,
Last week our baby made it, got her college degree.
Our son was there and oh, how his little family's grown.
The very best of you and me, they waved good bye and now they're moving on.

Staring in the mirror getting ready for the day,
I saw the lines upon my face, I touched the strands of gray.
Time has changed so many things, but one thing is the same.
I love you every bit as much as the day I took your name.

Then, walking down our road I got caught out in the rain,
Tasted sweet drops from heaven that washed away my pain,
Felt a gentle breeze of promise, then the sun came out again.

Now your love has given me
A glad and hopeful melody.
With God's help, I know I can be strong.
Because it's time, it's time, I know it's time -
It's time to move on.

Virtuous Woman

Written By: René and Bert Breland

She was living out the good life,
Chasing finer things,
Getting ready for the weekend and the good times that it brings.
A little satisfaction at the usual distrations,
Designer heels, expensive meals, top-down cars and trendy bars.

But then she got the call as she was headed out the door,
She heard her mama crying as she sank down to the floor,
Her plans were changed as she rushed home to be by Papa's side,
The saddest day she ever knew the day her grandma died.

The preacher asked him what to say or what else could be done.
She heard her papa answer, "Please read Psalm 31."

A virtuous woman, who can find?
To love and to cherish, to have and to hold?
Her husband will rise up and call her blessed,
More precious than rubies and gold.

She gets up before the dawn,
her lamp stays on at night.
She stretches out her hand to the poor and the needy.

She trusts in God and has no fear
for the ones that she holds dear,
For she is clothed in strength and dignity.

She speaks with wisdom and faithful instruction,
And smiles at the days to come.
Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting,
But a woman who fears the Lord shall be praised!

A virtuous woman, who can find?
To love and to cherish, to have and to hold,
Her husband will rise up and call her blessed,
More precious than rubies and gold.

And as the preacher finished, Papa raised his hands to the sky,
He said, "That's my wife, she was the love of my life!"

They lingered at the graveside, then slowly walked away,
He placed it in her hand and she heard her Papa say,
"She wanted you to have this because she loved you so."
Tiny little rubies circled in a band of gold.

A virtuous woman, who can find?
Lord, help me be that woman, and when I grow old,
There'll be a man who loves me, who calls me more precious,
More precious than rubies and much fine gold.
More precious than rubies and gold.