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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

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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

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