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Are you buying or selling?

It seemed like it was time for another song on the blog this week. I wrote this one a couple years ago with a full band. This is the newly stripped down solo version. Enjoy!

The Whitest of the Black Sheep

 

Here,

Here I am.

Here I am at the crossroads.

I,

I have nothing.

I have nothing to fear.

Long ago I said goodbye

to the only thing I could sell here.

 

See the long line of wishers,

and I hatch myself a plan.

I think I’ll grow my horns out

and make a purchase while I can.

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,

the whitest of the black sheep

still got himself a soul.

 

The coven

in the convent

measured my knuckles everyday.

And the more they tried to push me to my knees,

the more they pushed me away.

 

So I burned all the bridges

that cross the great divide,

but all the maps that showed me the way

got left on the other side.

 

The hunter

in the basement

swung his ax into my head.

And the hangman,

with his sharp tongue,

showed me all blue blood runs red.

 

Then they gave me a compass

with a long glass stem.

They picked me up 

and showed me the way

to where they had already been.

 

So, now, here,

Here I am.

Here I am at the crossroads.

I have nothing.

I have nothing to fear.

Long ago I said goodbye

to the only thing I could sell here.

 

See the long line of wishers,

and I stick to the plan.

It’s time to let my horns out

and make a purchase while I can.

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,

the whitest of the black sheep

still got himself a soul.

 

Thanks for listening and reading. Remember to “like” and share.

Thanks again.

John D.

How do you like your legs?

How do you like your legs?

After a couple of heavy posts last week, I thought I would show a bit of a lighter side. Here’s an old song that I still get requests for fairly frequently. It’s a false song, but was inspired by a true event. Enjoy!

The Hairy Legs Song

I’m in love with a girl. I’m in love with a girl who has hairy legs.

I’m in love with a girl. I’m in love with a girl who needs to shave her hairy legs.

 

First time I saw my girl, she was wearing tight blue jeans.

I knew right then that I was hooked.

Next time I saw my girl, she was wearing short-shorts.

I had to take another look.

 

I’m in love with a girl. I’m in love with a girl who has hairy legs.

I’m in love with a girl. I’m in love with a girl who needs to shave her hairy legs.

 

I knew I was in big trouble

when all I could think about was her stubble.

 

I’m in love with a girl. I’m in love with a girl who has hairy legs.

I’m in love with a girl. I’m in love with a girl who needs to shave her hairy legs.

 

One time I asked my girl if she would shave her legs.

She nearly broke- up with me, but she was cool with me.

She compromised. She shaved up to her knee.

 

I’m in love with a girl. I’m in love with a girl who has hairy legs.

I’m in love with a girl. I’m in love with a girl who needs to shave her hairy legs.

 

I think I’ve gotten used to it.

About her hairy legs, I don’t give a shaving cream.

 

I’m in love with a girl. I’m in love with a girl who has hairy legs.

I’m in love with a girl. I’m in love with a girl who needs to shave her hairy legs.

 

I’m in love with a girl. I’m in love with a girl.

I’m in love with a girl. I’m in love with a girl who needs to shave her legs.

 

I’m in love with a hairy legged girl. I’m in love with a hairy legged girl.

I’m in love with a hairy legged girl and I think hair is good.

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