EVENTS
In addition to music downloads and CDs, I also perform in the Payson, Arizona at bars, cafes, and other local establishments.
For more information on booking your musical event, give me a call or send me an email.
“I look forward to working with you and creating an event that you and your attendees will remember for a lifetime.”
– TRICIA HENNING
Standing in the light, groping in the dark
Thinking that you have it made, but you don’t know your heart.
Fooling yourself, webs that we weave,
Is the life you lead real or a fantasy?
While driving with blinders, narrow-minded.
Thinking that your safe, cause you can’t see what life can really be,
While driving with blinders, does life seen kinder?
Can’t you see, you will never be free while driving with blinders.
Spark in your eye, can’t be denied.
You never let it show, but deep inside you know it’s right.
Lovers and friends; together we grow.
The time is here and now, don’t let it go.
While driving with blinders, narrow-minded.
Thinking that your safe, cause you can’t see what life can really be,
While driving with blinders, does life seen kinder?
Can’t you see, you will never be free while driving with blinders.
Reach out with your heart, don’t be afraid to feel.
You’ve got to know, how to let it flow;
To know if it is real real.
Life sides by, still you contrive, not to see half the things
Before your vary eyes.
While driving with blinders, narrow-minded.
Thinking that your safe, cause you can’t see what life can really be,
While driving with blinders, does life seen kinder?
Can’t you see, you will never be free while driving with blinders
Lyric & music by Tricia Henning &Peri Pearsall
Verse:
it comes around and then he goes, we both know that it does but when it does it feels the same way the way it is the way it was. Never have we been too long, never have we been too close. Never have we lost the love for the things we love to share the most.
Chorus:
This is not a love song, a snappy sentimental rhyme this is how I think you for sharing in my fondest times.
Verse:
The fun we are having now in truth it cannot last it’s not that we don’t want it to but it’s been in the past and this is not a sad song though that may be how it sounds you know that we will always have our come around.
Chorus:
This is not a love so, is snappy sentimental rhyme. This is how I think sharing in my fondest times.
Verse:
Deck the halls, and haul the Foley up to toast the chair.
T’is the season, to be jolly. Christmas time is here.
Kissin’ slow, under mistletoe, toastin’ to the year.
Let’s party down, kick up our heels, Christmas time is here.
Chorus:
T’is the season to show you care.
If you need a reason, Christmas time is here.
Season’s greetings a reelin’ in years.
Merry Christmas, happy new year.
Verse:
Cameras, puppy dogs, underneath the tree.
Teddy bears, underwear, white divinity.
Santa Claus, has found his cause, in every human being.
But peace on earth, good will to men is really all we need.
Chorus: Solo: ½
Bridge:
Jingle bells, Bob tales, dashing through the snow.
Reindeers and Rudolph, with his nose a-glow.
Peppermint, candy canes, angels on the tree.
Tiny tots with eyes a-glow, and sugar plums in their dreams.
Chorus: 1 tag….and out.
Words and music copyright by Patricia Henning
Verse 1:
Had 1 million conversations with you in my head,
On the way back to work, in the grocery store, while lying in bed.
Things I’ve seen can’t be said on a long distance telephone call.
Anyway you cut the cards, you are just too far from home.
Verse 2:
Family, friends, and memories are tugging at my sleeves.
Telling me I just can’t go this is where I’m supposed to be.
A change of scene, a chest of dreams, and a pot of gold.
This is where I’ll want be while I’m growing old.
Bridge:
Home under desert skies, homework tequila grows wild.
Home, family friends and me we’ll party til’ the clock strikes three,
Come on baby back to me.
Chorus:
In Arizona, cause it’s where I want to be.
You and me, it would be so sweet.
I’ve got an open door policy all you got to do is come on home to me.
I’ve got an open door policy all you got to do is come on home to me.
Solo (chorus):
Verse:
Runnin’ for a rainbow.
Rushin’ on a dream.
The more you say,
The less you know.
You’re running low on steam.
Chorus:
Lay back girl, leave your worries to me.
Lay back love, I can see you where you want to be.
Take stride and step aside.
Let your mind roll free.
You may find where you’re at’s.
Where you want to be.
Chorus: Repeated
I can’t give you a fortune.
I will give you fame, but,
I will give you all my love
Should you decide to stay.
Music and Copyrights are by Tricia Henning
Like an old west rider, roll’ In’, in to town,
He strutted in like he was glory bound.
I nearly feel right off my seat, when he turned and winked,
Sing’ in whoo—oo—oo—wee.
whoo—oo—oo—wee, baby won’t you take a good long look at me.
whoo—oo—oo—wee, and w’ll see—ee—ee.
Hadn’t seen in him in quite a while, since that time.
Till he strolled back in wear’in a crock-a-dile smile.
And then he nearly blown my mind, when he came to me,
Sing’ in whoo—oo—oo—wee.
whoo—oo—oo—wee, baby won’t you take a good long look at me.
whoo—oo—oo—wee, and w’ll see—ee—ee.
At a quarter past five you’ll find me, whatch’in the door.
Hope’in to see him com’in throw for more.
Why I still can feel the heat, from when he last came to me,
Sing’ in whoo—oo—oo—wee.
Repeat Chorus
Cute and dumb, sweet and young can’t believe the things I’ve done,
While running from who I was and where I was coming from.
If only I’d know better Lord if only I had seen.
It’s the same old timie story about the forest and the trees.
Chorus:
Mistakes, I have made. Mistakes haunt my days.
If I could turn time back to yesterday, there are some things I love to change.
Feeling cool, such a fool, always teasing fate.
First a thrill, then a spill, always goes that way.
Now that I’m older you know nothing seem the same,
But give me one more thrill, and one more spill before I fate away.
Chorus: Repeat
Solo: bars verse 8 bars chorus.
If I could turn time back to yesterday, there are some things I’d love to change.
Now the kids, you know they ask about how it used to be,
And why I did the things I did and what it really means.
It’s so hard to explain it all so that they really see,
How to keep from making the same mistakes as me.
Chorus:
Here’s a little love song, with a crazy sort of twist.
How love so right, could start so wrong, a end in endless bliss.
You know the dues we pay, when we are young,
Are too often far more than cruel.
You live through hell, you learn our lessons well,
But it leaves you with’n an attitude.
Chorus:
Like a loose cannon, lookin’ to unload.
A loose cannon ready to explode.
A loose cannon surpressin’ feeling too long.
Bad news, on a short fuse underneath the calm.
Here’s what brought it on.
She was mommy’s little angel, dad’s princess, queen.
She believed that life, was just a slice,
Straight from a movie screen.
But things are seldom, what they seem,
In a young girls dreams.
She found her knight in white,
Had a soul, so black and a streak,
That was just plain mean.
She wanted to screem.
Chorus:
His story starts once upon a time,
With a beautiful blue eyed blond,
She gave her heart, and promised love,
But it was only for so long.
It was the same old worn out story,.
Same cruel twist of fate.
His best friend stopped by, with a bottle of wine,
And his girl, she didn’t even hestitate.
Chorus:
Solo:
Tag:
Here’s how they met.
He walked into the room where she was sitting all alone. At a glance she clocked at look that was not unlike his own.
Anger pain and sorrow had been eaten’ then alive.
It had been too long the need too strong,
It was just a matter of time, just a matter of time.
Chorus:
Tag:
He was going to take her on,
She was going to take her home,
Underneath the calm,
No telling what goes on.
What if, maybe, someday, we hit the lottery.
What, on earth, would we do, and who, would we be?
Would the pretty things, that we would buy, really set us free.
Who, on earth, would we be, if we hit the lottery.
Harbored Dreams, sing me to sleep.
Cradle me, in Harbored Dreams.
Everybody has, million dollar dreams.
That dance, across, their inner, video screens.
The kind, you wouldn’t admit to, even in your dreams.
The one, where, your a star, of Harbored Dreams.
CHORUS:
Harbored Dreams, sing me to sleep.
Cradle me, in Harbored Dreams.
Do you dream, of be king, of your destiny?
Would you dance, in robes of gold, for all the world to see?
Or would you sail, the seven seas, or live upon a hill,
Or drift, upon, a summer breeze, that takes you where it will?
Harbored Dreams, sing me to sleep.
Cradle me, in Harbored Dreams.
Cradle me, in Harbored Dreams.
My shoes are nearly always shined.
I do my best to be on time to maintain
You know, I play the role.
I sold my body, not my soul.
Chorus
Nine to five, five days a week.
I pay my dues, to earn my keep,
But when Friday finally comes around
They’ll be a party going down.
Come on Friday night
Party till you’re feeling right.
Come on Friday night, I want to get right.
Making a living ain’t livin’,
When you’re doing what you don’t want to do.
Or if it’s taking more than it is giving,
You’ve got to take it out and shake it loose.
Repeat Chorus
Bridge
Real free, I’d be history, sailing on the wind or the sea,
But, just like the rest, I’m enslaved by my debt,
and responsibilities.
Come on Friday night
Party till you’re feeling right
Come on Friday night,
She’s a high school harlot; she’ll break your hart in two.
In her eyes she’ll disguise all the lies that will make you blue.
You’ll be a prince for a day, but tomorrow she’ll turn you away,
Unless you give her what she wants, then she just might let you stay.
If she can’t take it she don’t want it. It’s not worth her time.
The games she plays are playing with your mind.
She never has to wait; she is always first in line;
To steel your heart and soul and break your pride.
In her skin tight butter fly 501 she’ll make you sigh.
She’s the queen of the bees, but her honey’s not for just any guy.
She’s a one track power packed, leave on them back mind.
She’s the one girl your mamma told you bout hopin’ you never would find.
If she can’t take it she don’t want it. It’s not worth her time.
The games she plays are playing with your mind.
She never has to wait; she is always first in line;
To steel your heart and soul and break your pride.
The blood through her vanes runs cold; she’ll bring you down to your knees.
She’s a shark in the water to a sailor shipwrecked at sea.
She’ll smile as she watches you going down for the last time.
She gets what she can while she can; then she head down the line.
If she can’t take it she don’t want it. It’s not worth her time.
The games she plays are playing with your mind.
She never has to wait; she is always first in line;
To steel your heart and soul and break your pride
Lyric by Doug Penrod
You kindled the spark. You kicked in my heart.
You brought me back to life again,
Made me remember what it’s like again
To feel inspired
I got my second wind
Tis time I believe I’m going to win
Like an old lost friend coming round again
I feel it kicking in.
Cold and alone, walls you know how it goes.
Till you turned and smiled for me,
Touched something deep and sit it free
To feel inspired
I got my second wind
Tis time I believe I’m going to win
Like an old lost friend coming round again
I feel it kicking in.
Lovers, fade away. Friends come on rainy days.
Thank you babe for giving me
What it takes to set me free
To feel inspired.
Like an old lost friend coming round again,
I finding parts of me I forgot have ever been.
I got my second wind
Tis time I believe I’m going to win
Like an old lost friend coming round again
I feel it kicking in.
Word & Music by Tricia Henning
Verse:
When I woke up this morning the sun was peeking through my blinds.
The birdies were already singing songs, out on the line.
The radio came on, it was playing my favorite sing along, song.
I can feel it in my bones, a good dawn coming on.
Chorus:
I can feel, a good dawn coming on.
I can feel, a good day starting strong.
The floor’s not even cold, coffees already on;
I can feel a good dawn coming on
Verse:
Last night in the dark, when I lay there in your arms;
I felt so safe and warm, away from all worldly harm;
That even in my dreams I smile through out the night;
Feeling the way it feels when it just feels right.
Chorus:
I can feel, a good dawn coming on.
I can feel, a good day starting strong.
The floor’s not even cold, coffees already on;
I can feel a good dawn coming on
Verse:
Cursing down the street; taking in the scene;
As my Norman Rockwell world rolls by, why, I can’t believe,
Every time I arrive at a traffic sign, It’s turning green
Sure feels like the whole wide world is smiling right for me.
Chorus:
I can feel, a good dawn coming on.
I can feel, a good day starting strong.
The floor’s not even cold, coffees already on;
I can feel a good dawn coming on
Words & music by : Tricia Henning
Verse1:
Look at you now; you are looking so fine;
But I don’t know why I’m wasting my time.
At a distance you look like a winner to me;
But deep down inside you’re my worst enemy.
Chorus:
So power me up and let it all out.
Baby I just want to here you shout.
It’s never too late to torture me;
Cause you know that you are
My worst enemy, my worst enemy.
Verse2:
I’m the source of your power and I’ll give it to you.
Oh, you don’t know what you’re putting me through.
I’m playing with fire and I’m playing to win.
I’m telling you now, I’m not giving in.
Chorus:
So power me up and let it all out.
Baby I just want to here you shout.
It’s never too late to torture me;
Cause you know that you are
My worst enemy, my worst enemy.
Verse3:
Look at you now; well you‘re looking so fine.
But I don’t know why I’m wasting my time.
You’re like a demon at night haunting me.
Cold and deadly, you’re my worst enemy.
Chorus:
So power me up and let it all out.
Baby I just want to here you shout.
It’s never too late to torture me;
Cause you know that you are
My worst enemy, my worst enemy.
Verse:
The odds are bad and the cards are stacked
The wolves are circling to attack.
Taxes up, wages down;
There ani’t no justice to be found.
Chorus:
Sometime the good guys win
Sometimes the knight rides in;
To save the day, and carry maidens away.
Sometimes the good guys win.
Verse:
Times are hard and fate is cold.
The rich get richer and the poor get old.
The kids are tough, mixed up and mad.
It’s the law of the jungle in the promise land
Chorus:
Sometime the good guys win
Sometimes the knight rides in;
To save the day, and carry maidens away.
Sometimes the good guys win.
Verse:
With out hope I would surely die.
Can’t give up I just got to try.
Shake them dice of life and roll.
You never know what tomorrow will hold..
Chorus:
Sometime the good guys win
Sometimes the knight rides in;
To save the day, and carry maidens away.
Sometimes the good guys win.
Word & Music by Tricia Henning
Verse:
Little Tommy comes home from school;
Got beat up , feels like a fool.
Mommy, Mommy, what can I do?
My eyes are black and my spirit is blue.
Chorus:
Listen son to what I have to say.
It don’t seem right but life is just that way.
Everyone carries a gun; could be their eyes, their fist,
Could even be their tongue.
You can stand your ground, son or you can run;
But everyone carries a gun.
Verse:
They will shoot you down so they can feel above.
Defend yourself, or you’ll be undone.
Think it through; it will come to you.
Obi-Wan and the force is with you.
Chorus:
Listen son to what I have to say.
It don’t seem right but life is just that way.
Everyone carries a gun; could be their eyes, their fist,
Could even be their tongue.
You can stand your ground son or you can run;
But everyone carries a gun.
Verse:
Life can be so humbling.
When you’re riding high and you take a low blow.
Don’t think you’re feeling something new.
We all know how that story goes.
Chorus:
Listen son to what I have to say.
It don’t seem right but life is just that way.
Everyone carries a gun; could be their eyes, their fist,
Could even be their tongue.
You can stand your ground, son or you can run;
But everyone carries a gun.
Word & music by Tricia Henning
Drifting in a crazy world, so hard to comprehend.
It’s not the way it’s supposed to be at the rainbow’s end.
Trying to find out where it’s at and where do I fit in;
Been binding my time, until the tide, rolls my way again.
In the wink of an eye, the tide will turn.
You win or you loose, you live and you learn.
In the wink of an eye, time slips away;
In the wink of an eye, day by day.
My breath got caught, my heart just stop when I locked on to your eyes.
Radiating rays of heat, behind that lazy smile.
As blood rushed though my vanes, to blush my cheeks
I could deny, the feeling flowing over me from somewhere deep inside.
In the wink of an eye, the tide will turn.
You win or you loose, you live and you learn.
In the wink of an eye, time slips away;
In the wink of an eye, day by day.
When we’re young time seems to go, oh, so very slow.
As we grow it picks up speed till we don’t know where it flown.
In the wink of an eye, the tide will turn.
You win or you loose, you live and you learn.
In the wink of an eye, time slips away;
In the wink of an eye, day by day.
In the wink of an eye, day by day
In the wink of an eye, day by day
Words & music by Tricia Henning
Verse:
I feel your presence every time you walk into the room;
Like a moth too near a flame, about to be consumed;
Subtle moves imply a fire.
Fan the flames and stoke them higher.
Chorus:
Sky high, my heart flies, every time
I feel your eyes, looking through,
To my soul. Feeling you I loose control
Sky high my heart flies. Sky high, every time.
Verse:
What’s this crazy thing called love that shakes me to my core?
Takes me up to paradise and makes me beg for more.
Mesmerized at a moment’s glance. In fantasies we have danced.
Corus:
Sky high, my heart flies, every time
I feel your eyes, looking through,
To my soul. Feeling you I loose control
Sky high my heart flies. Sky high, every time.
Solo:
Bridge:
Hold me in your arms forever, take away my fear;
That when I open up my eyes, this dream will disappear.
Chorus:
Sky high, my heart flies, every time
I feel your eyes, looking through,
To my soul. Feeling you I loose control
Sky high my heart flies. Sky high, every time.
I’ve always been a dreamer. My feet have never touched the ground.
I’ve always been believer, in castle in the clouds.
I’ve always know that some day , just around the bend,
Was a pot of gold, a rainbow’s end;
A ship come sailing in.
Some day, Some way, Some how, some where,
Some time, I’m goanna find my ship come sailing in.
Images straight from my dreams, dance inside my head;
Staging disconnected scenes, we can not comprehend.
Are they just a state of mind, imprisoned by my sleep,
Or can they really be transformed, into reality?
Some day, Someway, Some how, Some where,
Some time, I’m goanna find my ship come sailing in.
Pessimistic attitudes abound in multitudes;
Looking to shoot arrows through all of your “Dreams Come True”.
But in the end, if you believe; there is nothing you can’t do.
When you least expect, you will see
The sun, come shining, through.
Some day, Someway, Some how, Somewhere,
Some time, I’m goanna find my ship come sailing in.
Lyrics & Music by: Tricia Henning
Verse 1
How do keep it from showing? How do you keep it from glowing;
That little light that shines, in your eyes, a little too bright.
Chorus
When he ask you; how your day has been, what has been happing,
Was it ok, or just alright, and in the releasing the tension of the day,
Fades away, feels ok, hay, ya a
Verse 2
How do you keep from needing? How do you keep from feeling,
I complete denial, smoking fire, and it is getting higher;
Chorus
When he ask you; how your day has been, what has been happing,
Was it ok, or just alright, and in the releasing the tension of the day,
Fades away, feels ok, hay, ya a
How: Solo
Bridge:
But then it is said ,”You can’t be serious, causes that could lead to pain,
So tell me why, I feel delirious at the memory of the flame,
chorus
And when he ask you; how your day has been, what has been happing,
Was it ok, or just alright, and in the releasing the tension of the day,
Fades away, feels ok, hay, ya a
How do you keep on coping? How do you keep from hoping?
Words & music by Tricia Henning
Guitar Thano Sahnas, Drums & engeneering John Herrera, Bass Dimitri Sahnas
Chorus:
Music’s always had a hold on me.
Takes control and sets my spirit free.
A driving beat, my fingers snap
My heart takes a leap, my feet want to dance
Always has had a hold on me.
Dance that lead guitar hard and slow.
From the top fret to the bottom of the hole
Turn it loose, make it sing,
Crank it up clean and lean.
Let it roll——— from the soul.
Chorus:
Music’s always had a hold on me.
Takes control and sets my spirit free.
A driving beat, my fingers snap
My heart takes a leap, my feet want to dance
Always has had a hold on me.
Pop them bass strings
Drive that rhythm home
It’s the heart beat of the music down below
Make them feel it in their bones
From their head down to their toes
Let it roll———-from the soul.
Solo on Chorus
Kick that bass drum make that snare smack
Ride the crown and don’t be holding back
Find a hole,— take a roll—–
Show them what them heads are for
Let it roll——– from the soul.
What if maybe someday we hit the lottery?
What on earth would we do? Who would we be?
Would the pretty things we would buy really set us free?
Who on earth would we be if we hit the lottery?
La La Lottery Dreams
Rock, rock my sleep
Sweet, sweet fantasies
La La La Lottery Dreams
Everybody has million dollar dreams,
That dance across our inner video screen;
The kind you wouldn’t admit to even in your dream
The one where you’re a star in La La La lottery dreams.
La La La Lottery Dreams
Rock, rock my sleep
Sweet, sweet fantasies
La La La Lottery Dreams
Do you dream of being king of your destiny?
Would you dance in robes of gold for all the world to feel?
Would you sale the seven seas, or live upon a hill?
Or drift upon a summer breeze that takes you where it will.
Words & Music by Tricia Henning
I used to cater to your every whim,
I used to thinks you were where life begins.
Then you blew away, like ashes in the wind,
But I made it through. No thanks to you, and
Now all I’ve got to say to you is:
You’re gona have to wait
I’ve go things to do.
You’re gona have to wait
How does it feel when its you?
You’re gona have to wait
Unto myself I’ll be true.
You’re gona have to wait
Till hell freezes over you.
Day was, my love was to the moon.
Precious time, hard to fine, so wasted on you.
As your ego grow, I would loose,
Who I was, used to be. No more me But now
You’re gona have to wait
I’ve go things to do.
You’re gona have to wait
How does it feel when its you?
You’re gona have to wait
Unto myself I’ll be true.
You’re gona have to wait
Till hell freezes over you.
Solo:
Flash back to when we where good.
Wish I had understood;
But it is in the past, burn and crashed.
Now all I gotta say to you is:
I never could fit the slot
You know I never could be who I’m not
Now, no time to loose, or give to you.
Now all I gatta say to you is:
You’re gona have to wait
I’ve go things to do.
You’re gona have to wait
How does it feel when its you?
You’re gona have to wait
Unto myself I’ll be true.
You’re gona have to wait
Till help freezes over you.
Words & music by Tricia Henning
Sunday morning, the dogs are barking; drives me from my bed.
The neighbor’s hen has flown in my yard; and now she’s lying dead.
But the coming sun is casting beauty, dancing through my head;
And it feels so good just to be alive, I’m so glad I’m not a hen.
Sunday morning, Sunday morning I feel good today.
Blues skies and birdies fly my way.
Beauty dance me through the day.
Sun send me your warming rays.
I feel good today.
Down the street, just last week;
My best friend she moved out.
Said her old man had a mean streak:
Alphie what’s it all about?
I don’t have no Bo to mess with
Guess I’m blessed with what I got;
Sunday morning over easy, coffee sweet and hot.
Sunday morning, Sunday morning I feel good today.
Blues skies and birdies fly my way.
Beauty dance me through the day.
Sun send me your warming rays.
I feel good today.
The peso is slipping, the Press he is tripping,
Over his own feet.
Drug Lords they are winning, Computers are spinning,
Passwords to infinity
But Sunday morning, I’ll play some cords
And find some inner peace.
Serenity in simplicity of Sunday morning routine.
Sunday morning, Sunday morning I feel good today.
Blues skies and birdies fly my way.
Beauty dance me through the day.
Sun send me your warming rays.
I feel good today.
I feel good today.
Words & music by Tricia Henning
Verse:
Bridge:
I feel so fine, I can’t explain,
The jubilation in my brain.
Work’s all done, it’s time to play .
Wish I’d always feel this way.
Every second everyday , I cherish as it fades away
Once it’s gone, it’s gone for good
I would keep some if I could
Chorus
The cycles of life they take us round
The cycles of life, the up the downs
In cycles of life our hearts are bound
Together, ever turning round
Verse:
Days when I just can’t find the sun, it isn’t the fault of anyone
I wake up so right and it goes down
Off in the night of some dark cloud
Bridge:
But I tell myself, it’s ok
Soon today will fade a way
But once it’s gone, it’s gone for good
I would keep some if I could
Chorus:
The Cycles of life they take us round
The cycles of life the ups the downs
In cycles of life our hearts are bound
Together, ever turning round
Solo on chorus
Verse:
The earth the moon like dice they roll
Where they stop nobody knows
Ill take my turn at growing old
A hope I’m ready when I go
Bridge
So every second everyday cherish as it fades away
Once it’s gone it’s gone for good.
Wouldn’t you keep some if you could
Chorus:
The cycles of life they take us round
The cycles of life the up the downs
In cycles of life our hearts are bound
Together, ever turning round
Flip Side of Blue
Pissed off and blue
gotta shake this mood
how can I make it through
to the other side
Flip side of blue
Where dreams will fallow you.
Chorus:
To where the sun comes shining in
to your bones warming them
Before you know your toes are tapping
And your face is smiling
From the other side flip side of blue
you aloud yourself to pull through
To the land where dreams will fallow you.
Verse:
It is, what is is,
in every precious moment that flies by
And what it is would be a crime to waist
on the wrong side of the flip side of blue
Where your dreams can fallow you.
Chorus:
Solo
Bridge:
I used to think a day, a whole day was such a chunk of time.
Now it seems Iʼve come to find itʼs just nano second flying by.
Stuck in a rut, Mad and angry all of the time
Got to escape the blues And make it to the other side
The flip side of blue Where dreams will fallow you.
Chorus:
Gramas love to knit and pearl.
Young boys love to kiss the girls.
Surfer love to shoot the curl.,
some of us would love to see the world.
We all need to feel that special thrill that really set us free
That endorphin rush telling us we are where we want to be.
Why don’t we just do it? Do it. Do it Do it for fun.
You know that we ani’t hurtin’, hurtin’, hurtin’ no one.
Why don’t we just do, do, do what we love to do to have us some fun.
Pilots love to fly the skies.
Dare devils love to do or die.
Cowboys love to rope and ride.
Some of us just want a couch to fly.
We all need to feel that special thrill that real sets us free.
That endorphin rush telling us we are we are happy, happy, yippee.
Why don’t we just do it? Do it. Do it, Do it for fun.
Stand back and just see, see, see, what has begun.
Why don’t we just do, do, do what we love, to do to have us some fun.
Solo:
Good old boys love their trucks,
tailgates down and music up.
Young girls love to dance and sing,
strut their stuff and flash their bling.
We all got are own special thing that really set us free.
That endorphin rush telling us we are where we want to be.
Why don’t we just do it? Do it. Do it Do it for fun.
You know that we ani’t hurtin’, hurtin’, hurtin’ no one.
Why don’t we just do, do, do what we love, to do to have us some fun.
Little boys love to burp and fart,
pull pig tails and think that they are smart.
Old men love their favorite bars,
talking shit and big cigars.
Lately my agenda hasn’t been my own.
Helping out in a friends world, neglecting my own.
Time will tell & telling me, bring it on back home
To my life. My moment in time.
My life. Flies by
Samsonite, kryptonite, for you it’d be all wrong but it is dynamite cause it’s
My life. My time.
Everyday, I search for ways I should go.
Do what it takes to get me where the good times roll,
And still be true to who it is I am, I am in my soul .
My life. Flies by
Samsonite, kryptonite, for you it’d be all wrong but it is dynamite cause it’s
My life: Solo
Lately my agenda hasn’t been my own.
Daily chores and opening doors for doggies who just got to go,
The time I’ve been finding in between is getting low,
But it’s my life, my time.
Samsonite, kryptonite, for you it’d be all wrong but it is dynamite cause it’s My life. My time.
(The time I’m finding on the sly is the time I really feel alive.
Can’t explain, don’t know why) But time turns to gold as it goes.
Words & music by Tricia Henning
602 237 2043
Well I’m an ordinary American female.
I gained and lost some things with age.
They used to turn their heads,
When I was still a size ten.
Why don’t my old Levi’s still fit me like they did then?
Chorus:
Well I’m a Big Mamma; if that scares you let it go.
Well I’m a big mamma but I still do rock & roll.
I got rhythm in my shoes, and a heart full of solid gold.
Days fly by and they turn into years.
Subtle shades of gray appearing in my mirror.
Twenty years ago today, seems like only yesterday.
Why don’t my old Levi’s still fit me the same way?
Chorus:
Well I’m a Big Mamma; if that scares you let it go.
Well I’m a big mamma but I still do rock & roll.
I got rhythm in my shoes, and a heart full of solid gold.
You know comfort food abounds everywhere.
Tequila, beer, wine; you know I get my share.
If you can’t see through my size, when you look into my eyes;
That’s ok, nothing left to say, except best be on your way.
Chorus:
Cause I’m a Big Mamma; if that scares you let it go.
Well I’m a big mamma but I still do rock & roll.
I got rhythm in my shoes, and a heart full of solid gold.
I got rhythm in my shoes, and a heart full of solid gold.
Music & lyrics by Tricia Henning
www.triciahenning.com
602 237 2043
Thano Sahnas lead guitar, Demitri Sahnas Bass, & John Herrera drums
Bridge:
O—oo, O—ooo.. O—oo, O—ooo.
Verse 1:
Every time I think of you, I forget what I’m supposed to do.
In my car or the check out line, it happens to me; All the time———- whoe—ooo.
Chorus:
Side tracked on you. Don’t know what to do. Side tracked on you
Is this a disease, that only gets worse, a voodoo taboo, genuine curse?
What was I doing? Where was I at? Before your memory, flashed me back.
Verse 2:
At my office, behind my desk, I always try to do my best.
Lately it’s been getting rough, cause I just can’t get Can’t get e——-nough Oooo.
Chorus:
Side tracked on you. Don’t know what to do.
Side tracked on you
Is this a disease, that only gets worse, a voodoo taboo, genuine curse?
What was I doing? Where was I at?
Bridge: O—oo, O—ooo.. O—oo, O—ooo..
Verse 3:
Everytime I think of you, I forget what I’m supposed to do.
Smiling faces crash my mind, It happens to me,
all the ti—–me Oooo O
Side tracked on you. Don’t know what to do.
Side tracked on you
Is this a disease, that only gets worse, a voodoo taboo, genuine curse?
O—oo, O—ooo..
O—oo, O—ooo..
Lauren Ford on Harp, Thano Sahnas Guitar, Dimitri Sahnas Bass, John Herrera drums & engineering