Certain Days
by Parker Bradley
Lost another one to the whiskey, and you had to move on
I kicked myself for being how I am
You had to get out, before I knew you were gone
Then you asked me if I missed you, since we went our separate ways,
Only on certain days
When the sun comes up,
When there’s morning coffee in my cup
And Everytime it rains,
When hear Willie Nelson
and it gets me high,
Only the days that end in why
Only on certain days
So I settled down, in this little Texas town,
Found a bar where I can just hang around
I focus on my work and how it pays,
And figure out how to get through these certain days
Then you asked me if I missed you, since we set this whole thing ablaze,
Only on certain days
When the sun comes up,
When there’s morning coffee in my cup
Everytime it rains,
When hear Willie Nelson
and it gets me high,
Only the days that end in why
Only on Certain Days
Once in while, I remember your half-gypsy - smile,
And I have to turn the page
And when I get tore up, straight whisky in my cup
To fight off these certain days
It’s quiet know, in our Texas town
And that San Mo train just bears on down
And the mermaids in San Marcos, think I might drown
I raise my head up, and I look around
You asked me if I missed you, since we set this whole thing a blaze
And I lied and said, only on certain days
Get in the Van
by Parker Bradley
Get in the van, get in the van
We’re making all the music that we can
Load out our gear in the driving rain
Get in the van, get in the van
Gonna make millions if we can
Maybe one day this van will become a plane
We’ve got a long run of shows, up and down the East Coast
From Maine to Georgia and then down to Mile-O
Then back up to Philly, then down to new orleans
Whoever booked this tour was strung out on methamphetamines
Getin in the van, get in the van
We’re making all the music that we can
Load out our gear in the driving rain
Get in the van, get in the van
Gonna make millions if we can
Maybe one day this van will become a plane
First we head up to the Tone shop for sticks and wires
Maybe play that old Gibson J45,
If it’s here when I return, all that money I will burn
For a chance to find a few songs inside
Get in the Van, Get in the Van
We’re making music when we can
Load out the gear in a driving rain
We”re living the dream, no one complains
If we make those millions
this Van may become a plane
We droke down outside Raleigh,
No one showed up in New Orleans
I had to wish happy birthday to my daughter when she turned 16
I hope she remembers all I taught her
I hope her word stays true,
Do what I say, not what I do
Another late night birthday call
from outside some old dance hall, and I felt like I’d rather be dead
Tears welled up and this is what she said….
Daddy, get in the van, get in the van,
Your making all the music that you can
It’s your life, and know that I understand
I’ll be here when you get home,
We can roll out to the Great Unkown
Maybe one day I’ll have a van of my own
I remember what you taught me,
I kept my word as true,
I hope I can roll out in the van with you
Get in the Van, get the van
We’re rolling straight home in the passing lane
We never made those millions
And this van is just a van in the passing lane
