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   i ain't had nothing.


We were king and queen of the neighborhood
'Til you heard I kissed Amy in the woods
You burned my stuff out on the lawn
I ain't had nothing since you've been gone

All the girls used to flirt with me
Since you let me go, they let me be
They all know I did you wrong
I ain't had nothing since you've been gone

I lost my job, your daddy fired me
I've been cast out of high society
It hurt me, honey -- everybody smiled
When we walked down the aisle
Now I'm only frowned upon
I ain't had nothing since you've been gone

I'm thinking about moving to a brand new town
Where no one knows I let you down
I won't have to sing this song
I ain't had nothing since you've been gone

I lost my job, your daddy fired me
I've been cast out of high society
It hurt me, honey -- everybody smiled
When we walked down the aisle
Now I'm only frowned upon
I ain't had nothing since you've been gone

We were king and queen of the neighborhood
'Til you heard I kissed Amy in the woods
You burned my stuff out on the lawn
I ain't had nothing since you've been gone


written by Jamie Kindleyside
© Dream Club (SESAC)

 

   manhattan.


Making my way -- to the subway -- on a Monday
Rolling through the underbelly
Past the deadbeats -- onto Wall Street
The boss looking right at me -- like money in the bank
I got a three piece suit with rollerblades

I've been knocked down but I got back up
In this town you've got to make your luck
There's a time and place where good things happen
My time is now -- in Manhattan

I watch the numbers -- going under -- they recover
Glory be -- it's money in the bank
I laugh out loud all the way

I've been knocked down but I got back up
In this town you've got to make your luck
There's a time and place where good things happen
My time is now -- in Manhattan

All my senses come alive every time I hear that bell
Phones light up -- papers fly -- as we buy buy buy and sell sell sell

I've been knocked down but I got back up
In this town you've got to make your luck
There's a time and place where good things happen
My time is now -- in Manhattan

I've been knocked down but I got back up
In this town you've got to make your luck
There's a time and place where good things happen
My time is now -- in Manhattan


written by Jamie Kindleyside
© Dream Club (SESAC)

 

   look over your shoulder.


Half in laughter and half in tears, we load up all you own
It breaks my heart to help you out, knowing you'll be gone
I don't know what you are looking for by moving off to Boulder
If you want to find true love, look over your shoulder

I remember holding hands, walking through the high school
Now you say that we're good friends and I'm not allowed to love you
There was a time when that made sense, but now we're getting older
If you want to find true love, look over your shoulder

The truth be told
I am so in love with you I could explode
How I wish you loved me too
Like it was written in the stars -- like you could never live without
Like a simple love that far outweighs the doubt

I will never be a millionaire, but I've got an honest trade
I will never be a Romeo, but I will love you all the way
I am like a steady train -- you're a rollercoaster
If you want to find true love, look over your shoulder

I don't know what you are looking for by going off to Boulder
If you want to find true love, look over your shoulder
There I'll be - you'll see me


written by Jamie Kindleyside
© Dream Club (SESAC)

 

   bobby orr.


I'm thankful for my life
I'm happy more than sad
But sometimes I still daydream
About things I'll never have

I don't think of money
I don't care about fame
To some it may sound funny
I know it's just a game

I wish I could skate like Bobby Orr
Like he did when he was young
For once in my life, I'd like to fly down center ice
Fake them out -- shoot the puck and score
Like Bobby Orr

We all have our gifts
Mine ain't quite as cool
As going into O.T.
All tied up at two

The crowd out of their seats
With Bobby in their prayers
As he takes a pass from Sandy
And goes flying through the air

I wish I could skate like Bobby Orr
Like he did when he was young
For once in my life, I'd like to fly down center ice
Fake them out -- shoot the puck and score
Like Bobby Orr

I wish I could skate like Bobby Orr
Like he did when he was young
For once in my life, I'd like to fly down center ice
Fake them out -- shoot the puck and score
Like Bobby Orr


written by Jamie Kindleyside
© Dream Club (SESAC)

 

   rather have you.


I got a house by the road
I got a credit card made of gold

But I'd rather have you -- I'd rather have you
I'd give it all up just to fill my cup with you

I got a hundred acre farm
I got a corvette in the barn

But I'd rather have you -- I'd rather have you
I'd give it all up just to fill my cup with you

I'd rather have you living in my world
Than to have a couple hundred million other girls
I'd rather have you kissing me at will
Than to have a couple hundred million dollar bills

I've got Julie -- I've got Jane
But they're just not the same

I'd rather have you -- I'd rather have you
I'd give it all up just to fill my cup with you

I'd rather have you living in my world
Than to have a couple hundred million other girls
I'd rather have you kissing me at will
Than to have a couple hundred million dollar bills

I've got a house by the side of the road
I've got a credit card made of gold

But I'd rather have you -- I'd rather have you
I'd give it all up just to fill my cup
I'd let it all go just to rock and roll
I'd lay it all down just to hang around with you


written by Jamie Kindleyside
© Dream Club (SESAC)

 

   cinnamon and sage.


The kitchen has been empty now since Angie passed away
There was a time it used to smell like cinnamon and sage
She'd glare outside the window, doing dishes in her dress
Looking off beyond the barbed wire fence, she'd say "that factory's death"

When the wind is blowing east there is sulphur in the air
In her garden Angie'd sow, by then she'd lost her hair
She'd doze off by candlelight -- Bible laid upon her breast
I'd kiss her then and half asleep, she'd say "that factory's death"

We would see them out there twice a year, taking soil from the hills
In white lab coats and testing gear, they were working for the mills
We invited them inside one time, they wouldn't taste her homemade bread
Angie looked at me with frightened eyes and said "that factory's death"

I imagine somewhere far away, there's a rich man counting cost
Safely hidden behind a wall of lawyers' specs and laws
I wish he could have felt her hand when she took her final breath
I'm sure he'd think then of his wife, and he'd say "that factory's death"

The kitchen has been empty now since Angie passed away
There was a time it used to smell like cinnamon and sage


written by Jamie Kindleyside
© Dream Club (SESAC)

 

   a prayer from montana.


A prayer from Montana -- Lord I see you in the sky
As the sun goes down upon the snow
I didn't want to change, but my world has changed around me
So where am I supposed to go?

The homecoming queen -- she moved to California
The factory -- has gone to Mexico
My dad he slipped away -- he moved back home to heaven
So where am I supposed to go?

I turn to you just like my father taught me
In Christ you'll never be alone
But the field lays fallow now and the barn's unsafe for walking
So where am I supposed to go?

The homecoming queen -- she moved to California
The factory -- has gone to Mexico
My dad he slipped away -- he moved back home to heaven
So where am I supposed to go?

The homecoming queen -- she moved to California
The factory -- has gone to Mexico
My dad he slipped away -- he moved back home to heaven
So where am I supposed to go?


written by Jamie Kindleyside
© Dream Club (SESAC)

 

   i wish i could be with you.


When the lights go down upon the stage
When the kindness of the crowd is blowing me away
Somehow my thoughts turn -- what can I do?
I wish I could be with you -- I only want to be with you

I try not to lean on anyone
My so-called friends steal my time and then they run
But in this world of lies you are the simple truth
I wish I could be with you -- I only want to be with you

Like at the first show in our hometown
You waited at the bar as we checked the sound
Before I went on, you said "do what you do best"
I could hear your hands clapping a little louder than the rest

I don't know why you always put me first
You give me love and so much more than I deserve
I thank you baby -- I hope to see you soon
I wish I could be with you -- I only want to be with you

When the lights go down upon the stage . . .


written by Jamie Kindleyside
© Dream Club (SESAC)

 

 

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