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Lyrics of Kathy Kallick songs from Call Me A Taxi All credits: Kathy Kallick (Red Shirt Pub. Co./BMI), except as noted. ============== Call Me A Taxi All my bags are packed, I’m waiting at the door I won’t be here when you get home, and I won’t be back no more You keep the house and car, you can keep the cat You’ve been two-timing me, I won’t be coming back CHORUS: Call me a taxi, call me a cab Years spent peacefully, now all the trust is gone Lonesome is the key for me, I’m singing just one song My head was in the sand, I was slow to hear the news Now I’m moving fast as light trying to outrun the blues CHORUS You think you know someone, you think you know yourself You think you’ve got it made, turns out you need some help I may sound angry now, but that won’t last for long I’ve got the choice of staying here or moving along CHORUS: Call me a fast train speeding down the track Call me a fool if I ever come back Call me courageous, call me smart I’m leaving fast to mend a broken heart I’m leaving fast to mend a broken heart ================== Thoughts Of Love And Home I recall those happy days when we first courted, Dear And the words we spoke beneath a summer moon When the autumn took you north you wrote letters from afar The precious words swore you’d be returning soon CHORUS: Oh, in the spring [in the spring] We were married in the spring with a farm and a ring Words of hope were written all across your face Two years drought came and went and left the fields brown and spent And you cursed the day you’d brought us to this place CHORUS The next few winters found you gone, chasing dreams of wealth gone wrong With me to tend these churlish fields all on my own With a weary back and mind, working hard, you never find More prosperity than we had known at home CHORUS This last winter was the worst, the old men sent the young to war The brave and reckless ones who had so much to give When the dreadful seeds were sown, the hardest work a man has known Turning earth to bury those that did not live ==================== griddle In The Middle An old stove with a griddle in the middle Four black burners that are not too little Old-timey like a banjo and a fiddle An old stove with a griddle in the middle I like the sound of a mid-fifties Martin Singing a song I can really put my heart in Hank Williams or Jimmy Martin When Rock and Roll was just getting started Why can’t they do it like they used to do A gaberdine shirt with saddle shoes It was good enough for me and good enough for you If you were made in the fifties too If you were made in the fifties too. When I was reading Maurice Sendak You could listen to the King and Bird back to back Daddy was working on the cold hard facts And Mama was an artist, she didn’t need to look back There was a boy with a D.A. on the front porch slide Tryin’ to duck and cover with no place to hide Kerouac was trying to get a ride And the whole cold war got blamed on the other side There were greasers and bucks in a launderette Drinking coca-cola round a chrome dinette A platinum blond in a red corvette That’s about as fifties as you can get Why can’t it be the way it used to be With a ponytail and cuffed dungarees It was good enough for you and good enough for me Hey, I was made in the fifties too I was made in the fifties too. Turn up the flame underneath the griddle Pancakes bubble from the side to the middle Eggs frying and a steaming kettle On an old stove with a griddle in the middle . Why can’t we do it like they used to do When the poets were beat and the jazz was cool It was good enough for me and good enough for you Hey, we were made in the fifties too We were made in the fifties too ==================== Once Is Enough (Kathy Kallick & Todd Phillips, Southern Melody Publishing Co./BMI) The first night welcomed me back to the human race Tired of living life like such a hard luck case No one could know the emptiness inside that place Tucked between my ears and just behind my face In my mind I’m walking down that summer road Listening to the sweetest stories we have told If luck be with us time may find us growing old Still enraptured watching as life unfolds CHORUS: This love is the kind of stuff that dreams are made of You have loved me like nobody has before Your love is unlocking every secret door And as I know myself I know I love you more Your absence is the vacuum that my heart abhors In my nature there’s a need to fill your needs The mirror image upon which your spirit feeds To learn the taking turns will be our task, it seems As we stay falling ever drawing closer you to me CHORUS This love is the kind of stuff that dreams are made of It happens only once a lifetime, once is quite enough Once is quite enough Once is quite enough ==================== True Happy Home Burying Ground Old Time’s Sake Stronger Cup |
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