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Sweetheart's Arms
03:52
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Sweetheart's Arms
He turned the corner in his Ford
She was standing by the road
The prettiest blue-eyed blond
He'd ever seen
He was a brown-eyed handsome man
He reached for her
She took his hand
And that's the way they started
So I'm told
Chorus:
She'll been sleeping in her
Sweetheart's arms tonight
They'll be dancing by the light
Of God's pure light
For twenty years she's been alone
But tonight she's going home
And she'll be sleeping in her
Sweetheart's arms tonight
He took her home, made her his wife
For thirty years they shared a life
Four children, through the laughter
And the tears
She cooked his supper every night
While he sang by candlelight
And "Sweetheart" was the only name
He used
Chorus :
And he'll be...
He's been gone now forty years
Still his memory's so clear
In her heart those years
She's stayed right by his side
But now at ninety-four
She thinks she hears him at her door
And soon they will be side-by-side
Once more
Chorus:
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2. |
Daddy's Hands
03:10
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Daddy's Hands
I spent most of my life with a man
Who remembers and who understands
What life in a kneecap land
Felt like long ago
Standing steady and six feet tall
I'd forget that I was small
I rose above it all
Riding in Daddy's hands
Chorus:
And Daddy's hands were always big and strong
They helped me separate the right from wrong
And always left me feeling safe and warm
And loved in my Daddy's hands
Sittin' on his shoulders so broad
I rode, unafraid to fall
Not from where I could see it all
Safe in my Daddy's hands
And every time life knocked me down
He'd help me make it to a higher ground
Defeat never really hung around
Thanks to my Daddy's hands
Chorus
Looking back now I understand
How life with a special man
It helped to make me everything I am
Thank God for my Daddy's hands
Cause even now you see it helps to know
There is comfort in just going home
Reaching out and feeling love take hold
Safe in my Daddy's hands
Chorus:
And Daddy's hands are still so big and strong
They help me separate the right from wrong
And always leave me feeling safe and warm
And loved in my Daddy's hands
There's love in my Daddy's hands
I'm loved in my Daddy's hands
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3. |
My Mother the Artist
01:55
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My Mother the Artist
In the mountains and valleys
Collected in frames
Strange sounding places with
Strange sounding names
They're all tinted with majesty
Painted with joy
With a light for the living
And a day for the dark
Chorus:
And I thank God for the hand
Of my Mother, the artist
Who painted this child full of love
It took years full of patience
And though I'm not finished
I'll just thank her for what she's begun
The world through her eyes
Is a place full of beauty
She taught me to see it that way
With a thousand and one
Ideas for loving
That are found in just
One single day
Chorus:
And I thank God for the hand
Of my Mother, the artist
Who painted this child full of love
It took years full of patience
And though I'm not finished
I'll just thank her for what she's begun
I'll just thank her for what she's begun
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4. |
It's Alright to Cry
03:47
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It's Alright to Cry
It seems so long ago
And now so far away
But I still see your eyes
And the lines upon your face
Your smile so warm and tender
Your hand so big and strong
For I was small beside you
Always hanging on your arm
Chorus:
And it's alright to cry
But it's better when you sing
Often easier to remember
Than to chase an aging dream
And even now I think of you
And the songs you used to sing
And when I sing for someone else
I wonder can you see
You taught me all of life's harmony
When I was still too young to sing
And thought someday I'd learn to play
When the guitar still outweighed me
You never had a chance to see
The songs within my heart
Where somehow they grew up alone
And echoed in the dark
Chorus:
And it's alright to cry
But it's better when you sing
Often easier to remember
Than to chase an aging dream
And even now I think of you
And the songs you used to sing
And when I sing for someone else
I wonder can you see
If you could sing with me right now
How sweet would be the sound
For they're simple honest love songs
And you were just that kind of man
From where you are I wonder if sometimes
You just might hear
For I can hear your harmony
Between my smiles and tears
Chorus:
And it's alright to cry
But it's better when you sing
Often easier to remember
Than to chase an aging dream
And even now I think of you
And the songs you used to sing
And when I sing for someone else
I wonder can you see
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5. |
Promised Land
02:51
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Promised Land
Six o'clock in the morning
Got a cane pole in my hand
Sun is nearly on the rise
With Grandma and Granddad
First bite of the day
Seems is always on my line
I was only four years old
Living in the Promised Land
Chorus:
The Promised Land is light and love
And a safe warm place to land
Life was so much simpler then
Living in the Promised Land
My Daddy was a hero
When he pulled me from that lake
Third time I was going down
When he saved me from that fate
Once again on solid ground
And safe there in his hands
I was only five years then
Living in the Promised Land
Chorus:
The Promised Land is light and love
And a safe warm place to land
Life was so much simpler then
Living in the Promised Land
Granddad left us early
He was Grandma's only man
She just joined him recently
Right after Daddy played his hand
Now Mama's in a hurry
And little brother don't understand
But I know we'll all meet again
There in the Promised Land
Chorus
The Promised Land is light and love
And a safe warm place to land
Life was so much simpler then
Living in the Promised Land
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6. |
Reel Love
04:12
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Reel Love
I was sixteen and he was twenty-three
The day my Daddy brought him home for me
He was six-foot-one and a sight to see
A man of few words, but oh he spoke to me
He spoke to me…
Warm summer nights on the front porch swing
Sharing laughter and swapping dreams
My girlfriends were all green with envy
But Jim, he only had eyes for me
Just for me…
Chorus:
Like railroad cars on that Southern line
Our lives came together and our hearts entwined
Sweet honeysuckle vine climbing a tree
Both of us sure that we were meant to be
Meant to be…
The day we wed, he came home
Changed his clothes and said, “You wanna go?”
I said, “You wanna see a picture show?”
He shook his head and just said, “No”.
I said, “You wanna go bowl with me?”
He grinned and said, “Let’s get married.”
I said, “Ok”… and we did.
For sixty-one years we were bound for life
Like two work horses trudging side-by-side
Through the kids and the tears and the pain and the loss
We never let go, never counted the cost
Not the cost…
Chorus:
Like railroad cars on that Southern line
Our lives came together and our hearts entwined
Sweet honeysuckle vine climbing a tree
Both of us sure that we were meant to be
Meant to be…
Jim went home two years ago
And I can feel that cold wind blow
I know that it won’t be long
Until I’m back in his arms
Maybe I’ll take that Southern train line
With my Daddy at the helm and Jim stoking the fire
But I know he’ll be waiting for me
Sunshine in his hair and smiling so sweet
He smiles so sweet…
Chorus:
Like railroad cars on that Southern line
Our lives came together and our hearts entwined
Sweet honeysuckle vine climbing a tree
Both of us sure that we were meant to be
Meant to be…
You know life’s a lot like those railroad tracks
You roll along to the clickety-clack
Just keep looking forward instead of back
Count your blessings and not your lack
And you’ll be just fine…
And I’ll see you on
the other side…
Oh I’ll be just fine…
I’ll see you on
the other side…
I’ll see you on the other side
I’ll see you on the other side…
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PJ Brunson Rock Hill, South Carolina
Singer-songwriter-acoustic guitarist and new age pianist-composer based in the Carolinas. PJ's songs embody the best of the new folk genre, while incorporating elements of country and easy listening. The lyrics are meaningful and relatable. The melodies are beautiful. And the songs are delivered in a gentle honest manner with a silky-smooth alto voice often described as "mesmerizing" and "sweet". ... more
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