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AT THE TOP by Raymond Creasy ©1995 Galactic Warrior Publishing (on Blind Fiddler CD) YOU WERE BORN INTO THE SIMPLE LIFE THE FAVORITE SON OF A POOR MAN'S WIFE GROWIN' UP YOU FELT YOU DIDN'T BELONG SO YOU LOST YOURSELF IN YOUR SONGS. YOU HAD YOUR DREAMS; YOU JUST WANTED TO SING TIRED OF LIVIN' WITH HOLES IN YOUR JEANS. YOU HIT THE CITY WITH CLOTHES IN A SACK AND YOU NEVER EVEN LOOKED BACK. CHORUS: AND YOU LEFT EVERYBODY BEHIND 'CAUSE YOU NEVER HAD TIME TO STOP. THEN YOU WAKE UP SOMETIME ONLY TO FIND YOU'RE ALL ALONE, ALL ALONE, ALL ALONE AT THE TOP |
 Blind Fiddler painting by Raymond Creasy |
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Way Home Raymond Creasy and John Paul Daniel ©1995 Galactic Warrior Publishing & John Paul Daniel Publishing (on Blind Fiddler) 1. The night is cold and the road is long And the white lines are just a blur. With every mile that passes by You know I'm thinking of her. 2. Rambling around's had its ups and downs And I'm lucky just to be alive. When I see her again I'll make amends For all her lonely nights. Chorus: I've got my dreams and this life on the road. The music's deep in my heart and soul. IÕm gonna find some real peace of mind, When I find my way home. 3. Though I bear the scars of your cheap motels and bars And a thousand one night stands, Things will be alright when I get home tonight And she take a hold of my hand. Chorus: The sands of time have blown around my mind. Secrets of this life have unfolded. I'm gonna find some real peace of mind, When I find my way home. |
| Not Part of the Show Raymond Creasy ©1995 (on Blind Fiddler) 1. Another one night stand for the one man band In the bar across the way, As I sit in my room tonight I can hear him as he plays. He sings about love and he sings about pain In a voice so clear above the rain. And he opens up his heart to the world, And he sings about the love of a girl. 2. Then I realize what it means, he's singing about you, He's singing about me. In his own way, he tells about days long since gone away. Then someone in the crowd starts to laugh. Oh, how long can it last, oh, how long can it last? Chorus: And they want him to sing them his songs And tell them where it all went wrong. But are they ever gonna know, It's not just a part of the show. 3. The crowd gets loud; it's hard to hear him now, His voice is mixed with the rain. But somehow I know that's the way it's supposed to be. In my mind I still hear the tune As I cross the street he sings the blues To people who don't even understand, They're just thinking about the drink that's in their hand. Chorus repeated. |