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Lyricist

An accidental lyricist who is creative and original, with lyrics mirroring my varied taste in music. I have lyrics for Country, Blues, Christian, Rock, pop, and crossover songs. With diverse lyrics that are fun, fragile and a few unforgettable. 

I am looking for collaborators, an agent, and music publisher.

Sampler of lyrics below

Angel Wings

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Took Him Too

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Lyrics

Superstar

One More Yesterday With You

One More Yesterday With You

Another town I forget the name

Another hotel room, looks the same

In another club I’m taking aim

And another night down the drain


Chorus 1

Playin' my country, playin' my rock

Got plenty of songs, all in stock

Playing them down and travelin’ far

When do I get to play superstar?


The place was packed and people loud

Hope there’s a record producer in the crowd

Do some standards to please the room

Intermixed with my original tunes


Chorus 2

Playing my role, playin' my rock

Got plenty of songs all in stock

Playing them down and travelin’ far

When do I get to play superstar?


When do I get out of this performers cage?

Just me and my music alone on stage

Year after year of all this bull

When do my dues get paid in full?


Chorus 1

Playin' my country, playin' my rock

Got plenty of songs, all in stock

Playing them down and travelin’ far

When do I get to play superstar?


Chorus 2

Playing my role, playin' my rock

Got plenty of songs all in stock

Playing the down and travelin’ far

When do I get to play superstar?

One More Yesterday With You

One More Yesterday With You

One More Yesterday With You

 Chorus

If I could redeem my sorrows

I would wager them all anew

And trade a thousand tomorrows

For one more yesterday with you


You are my anchor and my tether

With the chance for me to spend

To make one more memory together

Before our time should end


One last picnic in the park

Or a blanket on the sands

Walking home in the dark

All the while holding hands


Chorus

If I could redeem my sorrows

I would wager them all anew

And trade a thousand tomorrows

For one more yesterday with you


A thousand to one spin

What fool would take the bet

Oh, I would do it and win

Without a single regret


Someday my life will perish

As time will cause a sever

And for me to always cherish

A love that will last forever


Chorus

If I could redeem my sorrows

I would wager them all on you

And trade a thousand tomorrows

For one more yesterday with you 



Hole In My Boot

One More Yesterday With You

Hole In My Boot

Chorus

I can’t ride, and I can’t shoot

But at least I got a hole in my boot

The hole in my boot, is my pride and joy

Cuz’ it makes me look like a real cowboy


I can’t rope, never scraped a knuckle

But I got me a shiny belt buckle

Have never wrestled a mountain lion

Or hit a varmint with my shooting iron


Wrangle a steer, never did that

But I got me a big ol’ cowboy hat

Never felt a cow on the rope pull

But once I rode a mechanical bull


Chorus

I can’t ride, and I can’t shoot

But at least I got a hole in my boot

The hole in my boot, is my pride and joy

Cuz’ it makes me look like a real cowboy


Playin’ cowboy since I was a kid

Was the only thing I always did

I still haven’t changed my way

Over here pretending everyday

   

Bridge

I’ll never fix that hole of mine

I like that hole in my boot just fine

Only a cowboy in my easy chair

Looks like I’m not going anywhere 

 

Chorus

Oh, I can’t ride, and I can’t shoot

But at least I got a hole in my boot

The hole in my boot, is my pride and joy

Cuz’ it makes me feel like a real cowboy

Red Hot Blues

Livin’ in Toddler Hell Cuz I Can’t Spell

Hole In My Boot

 These red-hot blues 

With the heat they gave

I had to tune guitar

In the microwave


While I play my guitar

Burning through bits

With red-hot blues

I have to wear oven mitts


Chorus 

I got so over-heated

Temperatures rising in the bar

I grilled a couple of steaks

On my red-hot guitar


Those red-hot blues

I can’t take too much

For them red hot blues

Are too hot to touch


Bridge

Well, the heat is choking

The blues are smoking

As red-hot blues inspire

All the amps are on fire


Chorus

I got so over-heated

Temperatures rising in the bar

I grilled a couple of steaks

On my red-hot guitar



Moonbeams and Mud Pies

Livin’ in Toddler Hell Cuz I Can’t Spell

Livin’ in Toddler Hell Cuz I Can’t Spell

 Moonbeams and mud pies

Paper kites, and butterflies

Picking flowers by the thicket

Chasing bugs catching crickets


Chalk, hopscotch and pattycake

Cookies that my Mom would bake
Spent hours in the park

Lightning bugs in the dark


Joy and laughter, we never lack

Oh, how I want to go back

To moonbeams and mud pies

Paper kites, and butterflies


Rainy days we played old maid

Drinking cups of red Kool-Aid

Colorful fort of blankets made

As our finger-paintings fade


I would enrich my day

With hours of outside play
Spent hours in the park

Lightning bugs in the dark


Joy and laughter, we never lack

Oh, how I want to go back

To moonbeams and mud pies

Paper kites, and butterflies


Marbles, bubble gum and giggles

Watching worms as they wiggled

Viewing clouds as they go by

Daydreams under a sunny sky


With bright balloons to bump

And all those puddles to jump
Spent hours in the park

Lightning bugs in the dark


Joy and laughter, we never lack

Oh, how I want to go back

To moonbeams and mud pies

Paper kites, and butterflies 


Livin’ in Toddler Hell Cuz I Can’t Spell

Livin’ in Toddler Hell Cuz I Can’t Spell

Livin’ in Toddler Hell Cuz I Can’t Spell

 Didn’t go to school to learn readin’ and writin

I only studied ditchin’ and fightin’

Now I’m livin’ in toddler hell

Cuz’, I can’t spell


My wife looks me says hey big guy

Don’t come in here with C-A-N-D-Y

You know it just wouldn’t be right

Your son will spoil his appetite

Didn’t understand the spelling she did

Ate it right there in front of our kid


Chorus

Didn’t go to school to learn readin’ and writin

I only studied ditchin’ and fightin’

Now I’m livin’ in toddler hell

Cuz, I can’t spell


With the two-year-old in the room playin’

The wife was fond of spellin’ not sayin’

Honey please fetch me a S-O-D-A

I was clueless as to what she had to say

To me all her spellin’ wasn’t clear

So, I got up and got me a beer


Chorus

Didn’t go to school to learn readin’ and writin

I only studied ditchin’ and fightin’

Now I’m livin in toddler hell

All because, I can’t spell


Didn’t go to school and learn readin’ and writin

’I only studied ditchin’ and fightin’

Now I’m livin’ in toddler hell

Cuz’, I can’t spell  



Lyrics by John Sebby

First Holiness Flea Market Church

Every Sunday my wife goes to church

And every Sunday I go on a search

At the First Holiness Flea Market Church


Her pastor he looks down on me

As I seek out souls for eternity

At the First Holiness Flea Market Church


On Sunday’s I kind of hold service there

Walking around tellin’ folks that Jesus cares

At the First Holiness Flea Market Church


And well, that’s just how I roll

Saving bargain shoppers souls

At the First Holiness Flea Market Church


Chorus

(Note: Orchestra and choir begins preforming Handel’s Messiah here, alternating with the First Holiness Flea Market Church tune)

(Choir): Hallelujah, Hallelujah

(Singer): At the First Holiness Flea Market Church

(Choir): Hallelujah, Hallelujah

(Singer): First Holiness Flea Market Church

(Choir): Hallelujah, Hallelujah

(Singer): First Holiness Flea Market Church


In my desire to spread the truth

Sometimes I even rent a booth

At the First Holiness Flea Market Church


Oh yes, I’ve been so blessed

To be a wandering evangelist

Down at the First Holiness Flea Market Church


Jesus was in the markets and streets

Sharing God’s love with those He meets

Like at the First Holiness Flea Market Church


Bridge

People I meet in my market search
They wouldn’t set foot in a church

But are regulars here 

At the First Holiness Flea Market Church


Chorus final

(Note: Orchestra and choir begins preforming Handel’s Messiah here, alternating with the First Holiness Flea Market Church tune)

(Choir): Hallelujah, Hallelujah!

(Singer): At the First Holiness Flea Market Church

(Choir): Hallelujah, Hallelujah!

(Singer): First Holiness Flea Market Church

(Choir): Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!

(Singer): First Holiness Flea Market Church

(Choir): Hallelujah, Hallelujah!

(Singer): First Holiness Flea Market Church

(Choir): Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah

(Singer): A-t the First Holiness Flea Market Church

  

By John Sebby 

(With sincere apologies to George Frideric Handel)


Ride Out the Storm

Sun’s hiding behind the mist

Although I know it’s there

He won’t come out and shine

Like he doesn’t even care 


When you can’t walk no further

Or you run out of gas

Is when you dig in

And let the storm pass


The sky grows angry

And clouds start to swarm

I hope to find shelter

To ride out the storm


Chorus

Saddle up your faith

As trouble starts to form

Perseverance will prevail

As you ride out the storm


Clouds start looking dark

A tornado not the norm

I need to seek shelter

And ride out the storm


The weathers moving in

With rain pouring down

And soaking wet I come

To the very edge of town


As the lightning dances 

I slowly make my way

Replying thunder growls

When I enter a small café


Repeat chorus


The power’s gone out

Coffee’s barely warm

At least I’m out of the rain

As I ride out the storm


With our eyes on the skies

Lightning takes its jagged path

Watching the wicked storm

Delivering fury and its wrath


Now hiding out in safety 

Rescued from any harm

Happy to harbor securely

While I ride out the storm


Chorus

Saddle up your faith

As trouble starts to form

Perseverance will prevail

As we ride out the storm 


Lyrics

A Triple Threat of Double Trouble

When Mr. Blues Meets Mrs. Blues

When Mr. Blues Meets Mrs. Blues

  You and me

And my beer makes three

Together we’re a triple threat 

Of double trouble


The place was packed

Gave off a Country tone

At a table for two

I sat almost alone 


When a charming lady

Asked am I mistaken

Is that chair empty

Or is this seat taken?


I gladly replied

No, this chair is free

Now at this table 

It will just be us three


Three, she exclaimed

I can only see two

So, I pointed it out 

That I included my brew


Repeat chorus

It’s you and me

And my beer makes three

Together we’re a triple threat 

Of double trouble


Was three-part harmony

Karaoke contest night

Always drew a big crowd

And came with a fight


Was the final participants

In the trio competitors cast

Three-part harmony Karaoke

Her, my beer, and me came last


Got back to my seat

When it was time to begin

Told my table companion

That I just entered us in


She looked so surprised

What, how can that be?

With only two at our table

And the contests for three?


Repeat chorus

You and me

And my beer makes three

Together we’re a triple threat 

Of double trouble


During our turn to compete

Turns out she sang like a lark

Along with my beer and me

We knocked it out of the park


One of the competitors 

Who always sang off-key

Called out a complaint

That we didn’t have three


I said for my beer to join in

Its allowed in the rule book

Then the bartender judge

Replied let me take a look


He checked the rules 

It’s nowhere to be found

I said it’s right next to the winner

Buys the house a round


And everybody said


You and me

And my beer makes three

Together we’re a triple threat 

Of double trouble


Yes, you and me

And my beer makes three

Together we’re a triple threat 

Of double trouble 

By John Sebby

When Mr. Blues Meets Mrs. Blues

When Mr. Blues Meets Mrs. Blues

When Mr. Blues Meets Mrs. Blues

He’s burning up his blues guitar

She’s wailing on the mike

When Mr. Blues, meets Mrs. Blues

You know ligtnin’s gonna strike


Mr. Blues his guitar was heatin’ up

In all the clubs around town

He’s so cool, playin’ the blues

No one could knock him down


Playing the blues every day

No one else could play that way

I don’t care what anyone say

Mr. Blues is here to stay


Mrs. Blues’ man broke her heart

She left home for brand new start

And oh my, oh my she had a voice

She sang the blues, had no choice


Close your eyes and listen her wailer

She sounded like a cross between

Big Momma Thornton & Koko Taylor

That’s Mrs. Blues is who I mean


Chorus

He’s burning up his blues guitar

She’s wailing on the mike

When Mr. Blues, meets Mrs. Blues

You know ligtnin’s gonna strike


The club owner hired her one day

Didn’t ask Mr. Blues for his say

The owner heard Mrs. Blues get down

Singing on the other side of town


Mrs. Blues was now the opening act

A four-piece band that had her back

An intro, her voice was a work of art

She sang A little piece of my heart


They loved Mrs. Blues singing style

Mr. Blues heard the crowd go wild

For Mr. Blues always owned that stage

Came from the green room in a rage


Repeat chorus

He’s burning up his blues guitar

She’s wailing on the mike

When Mr. Blues, meets Mrs. Blues

You know ligtnin’s gonna strike


Mr. Blues ran on stage and glared

Nobody moved, I mean nobody dared

Scared, wondered why they came

Was like tornado meeting a hurricane


Mrs. Blues smart having paid her dues

Stopped & praised the great Mr. Blues

Knowing he owned the stage & crowd

She honored him long and loud 

  

Mr. Blues walked off, but didn’t go far

He came right back on with his guitar

The tales about it are long and tall

They blew off the roof and blew out 

the wall


Mr. and Mrs. Blues, oh what a sight

People will never forget that night

They sang and played until late

Making blues history oh so great


Repeat chorus

He’s burning up his blues guitar

She’s wailing on the mike

When Mr. Blues, meets Mrs. Blues

You know ligtnin’s gonna strike


Oh, when Mr. Blues, meets Mrs. Blues

You know ligtnin’s gonna strike


By John Sebby

Born Again Country

When Mr. Blues Meets Mrs. Blues

Born Again Country

Chorus

I’m born-again country

Why I sing a country song

I’m born-again country

Back where I belong


My father grew up on a farm

But didn’t want a rural life

He always dreamed of the city

Then married an urban wife


I was born in the country 

Moved to the city at three

My parents loved the city

But wasn’t where I wanted to be


Bridge

My country roots run deep and wide

Prefer being outdoors to being inside

So, I moved back by my country kin

Right after I got country born again


Chorus

I’m born-again country

Why I sing a country song

I’m born-again country

Back where I belong


Had plenty neighbors at my city place

Didn’t know a single person’s name

On the farm I know every neighbor

Their truck and all the kids they claim


My grandparent were getting old 

So now they just supervise

Teaching me to run their farm

Learning from the wisest of the wise


Chorus

I’m born-again country

Why I sing a country song

I’m born-again country

Back where I belong


Sundays my parents’ worship with us in church

It is what families are all about

Once you get country in your blood

You just can’t get it out


Bridge

My country roots run deep and wide

Prefer being outdoors to being inside

So, I moved back near my country kin

Right after I got country born again


Chorus

I’m born-again country

Why I sing a country song

I’m born again country

Back where I belong


Repeat Chorus

I’m born-again country

Why I sing a country song

I’m born again country

Back where I belong

  

By John Sebby

Lyrics by John Sebby

Over the Hill and Down the Hatch

Over the Hill and Down the Hatch

Over the Hill and Down the Hatch

 

Open a bar where I’ve never been

And you have to be thirty just to get in

The drinks are laced with Advil

For all of us that are over the hill


Where music is quiet enough 

To have a real conversation 

And half-price drinks to everyone

Who proudly served our nation


Chorus

I want to open a senior’s bar

Where the women are easy to catch

And I’m goin

 

Open a bar where I’ve never been

And you have to be thirty just to get in

The drinks are laced with Advil

For all of us that are over the hill


Where music is quiet enough 

To have a real conversation 

And half-price drinks to everyone

Who proudly served our nation


Chorus

I want to open a senior’s bar

Where the women are easy to catch

And I’m going to call my joint

Over the hill and down the hatch


No stairs to roof top patio

Or a bar in the basement

We can stroll right in for us

Even with a hip replacement


And with plenty of stalls

 So never a restroom line

And the cool time to leave 

Is between eight and nine


Chorus

I want to open a senior’s bar

Where the women are easy to catch

And I’m going to call my joint

Over the hill and down the hatch 


 

We Want Our Country Back

Over the Hill and Down the Hatch

Over the Hill and Down the Hatch

  The pursuit of happiness is in our reach

Freedom of worship and freedom of speech

No one is free until everyone’s free

To celebrate the joys of liberty 


Chorus

Our nation is under attack

And we the people (clap, clap)

We want our country back

We want our country ba-a-a-ck

We want our country back

Yes, we the people (clap, clap)

We want our country

  The pursuit of happiness is in our reach

Freedom of worship and freedom of speech

No one is free until everyone’s free

To celebrate the joys of liberty 


Chorus

Our nation is under attack

And we the people (clap, clap)

We want our country back

We want our country ba-a-a-ck

We want our country back

Yes, we the people (clap, clap)

We want our country back


Due process of law constitutional procedures

Free from unreasonable searches and seizures

Peaceably assembly, keeping all safe from harm

Freedom of the press, and the right to bear arms 


Chorus

Our nation is under attack

And we the people (clap, clap)

We want our country back

We want our country ba-a-a-ck

We want our country back

Yes, we the people (clap, clap)

We want our country back 


Working together to end hate and fear

For the love of freedoms, we hold dear

Peaceably assembly, keeping all safe from harm

Freedom of the press, and the right to bear arms 


(Final chorus notes: *lead singer only **Lead and backup singers)

Chorus 

**Our nation is under attack

**And we the people (clap, clap)

*What do we want?

**We want our country back

**We want our country ba-a-a-ck

**We want our country back

**Yes, we the people (clap, clap)

*What do we want?

**We want our country back


Lost Love Train

Over the Hill and Down the Hatch

Lost Love Train

  Ticket window and pay your fare

Only forty-eight cards for solitaire

Been deserted by answered prayer

Feel free to exit if you dare


Stumble on and take your seat

Crying out you admit defeat

Guided by a lingering steel rail

Rolling along the lost love trail

Chorus

All aboard for the lost love train

Every passenger travel’s in pain

If your love’s 

  Ticket window and pay your fare

Only forty-eight cards for solitaire

Been deserted by answered prayer

Feel free to exit if you dare


Stumble on and take your seat

Crying out you admit defeat

Guided by a lingering steel rail

Rolling along the lost love trail

Chorus

All aboard for the lost love train

Every passenger travel’s in pain

If your love’s gone down the drain

Climb on board the lost love train


Don’t know how long I’ll stay

All the tickets are sold one way

In every car you are all alone

Moving further from your home


At first, I thought our love would last

Now I’ve purchased a lifetime pass

The train rumbles through your past

With hearts on board flying half-mast


Repeat chorus

All aboard for the lost love train

Every passenger travel’s in pain

If your love’s gone down the drain

Climb on board the lost love train


The train slows down to make a stop

Picking up another broken heart crop

Carrying hearts bound by heavy chain

No warm welcome in lost love train


Find no egos and no need to brag

You carry-on a bottle in a paper bag

The only onboard luggage you bring

Listening the conductor’s whistle sing


Repeat chorus

All aboard for the lost love train

Every passenger travel’s in pain

If your love’s gone down the drain

Climb on board the lost love train 

Lyrics by John Sebby

Song Too Sad to Sing

Song Too Sad to Sing

Song Too Sad to Sing

  Suddenly all disappeared

You left without any clues

Then I sunk so far below

Bottomed out in the blues


With lonely desperation

And my mind racing along

Crying I asked myself

If I could write a song


Chorus

Was going to write a song

About when I lost my everything

Found I couldn’t write the song

For it was just too sad to sing


We two had become one

Now

  Suddenly all disappeared

You left without any clues

Then I sunk so far below

Bottomed out in the blues


With lonely desperation

And my mind racing along

Crying I asked myself

If I could write a song


Chorus

Was going to write a song

About when I lost my everything

Found I couldn’t write the song

For it was just too sad to sing


We two had become one

Now will never be whole

Only echoes in my heart

And left without a soul


Love means to be committed

Or at least it does to me

Although then again

I’m afraid so does insanity


Chorus

Was going to write a song

About when I lost my everything

Found I couldn’t write the song

For it was just too sad to sing


Today

Song Too Sad to Sing

Song Too Sad to Sing

Do we have a future

Who really knows

Tomorrow comes

And then it goes

All we have is today

So let’s dance 

Dance the night away


Please turn it up

Let the music play

In each others arms

We dance and sway

When the music stops

We will take a bow

For all we have is now


I remember that

We had a past

But a future unsure

And today won’t last

Tomorrow’s unclear

So l

Do we have a future

Who really knows

Tomorrow comes

And then it goes

All we have is today

So let’s dance 

Dance the night away


Please turn it up

Let the music play

In each others arms

We dance and sway

When the music stops

We will take a bow

For all we have is now


I remember that

We had a past

But a future unsure

And today won’t last

Tomorrow’s unclear

So let’s not miss

A single kiss


Do we have a future

Who really knows

Tomorrow comes

And then it goes

All we have is today

So, let’s dance 

Dance the night away


One Prayer Away

Song Too Sad to Sing

One Prayer Away

  If you find yourself lost

After you’ve gone astray

To find your way home

Is just one prayer away


Chorus

There is always hope

For I know of a way

As you have the answer

Just one prayer away


I felt lost and abandoned 

When my life went array

It turned out my anchor

Was just one prayer away


Chorus

There is always hope

For I know of a way

As you have the a

  If you find yourself lost

After you’ve gone astray

To find your way home

Is just one prayer away


Chorus

There is always hope

For I know of a way

As you have the answer

Just one prayer away


I felt lost and abandoned 

When my life went array

It turned out my anchor

Was just one prayer away


Chorus

There is always hope

For I know of a way

As you have the answer

Just one prayer away


Devils in the doorway

And your life’s in decay

You can find freedom

Just one prayer away


Chorus

There is always hope

For I know of a way

As you have the answer

Just one prayer away


Lyrics by John Sebby

Me and My Saddle Riding the Fence

Me and My Saddle Riding the Fence

Me and My Saddle Riding the Fence

  My horse is dead, my life is stale

I’ve got my saddle over a rail

Going by you’ll think I’m dense

Me and my saddle, riding the fence


Hooping and hollerin’, Yippee, Ki Ay

Been out here riding most of the day

Some folks think I’m out of my mind

I’ve even been bucked a couple of times


I don’t go far, and I don’t go fast

But it’s a ride I know will 

  My horse is dead, my life is stale

I’ve got my saddle over a rail

Going by you’ll think I’m dense

Me and my saddle, riding the fence


Hooping and hollerin’, Yippee, Ki Ay

Been out here riding most of the day

Some folks think I’m out of my mind

I’ve even been bucked a couple of times


I don’t go far, and I don’t go fast

But it’s a ride I know will last

With my future as a cowboy cast

Reality is out of my grasp


Chorus

My horse is dead, my life is stale

And I’ve got my saddle over a rail

Going by you’ll think I’m dense

Me and my saddle, riding the fence


A picket fence best not go near

Even with a saddle it’ll hurt your rear

Split rail fences always work best

After a long day’s ride, I need my rest


Hooping and hollerin’, Yippee, Ki Ay

Been out here riding most of the day

Some folks think I’m out of my mind

I’ve even been bucked a couple of times


Chorus

My horse is dead, my life is stale

I’ve got my saddle over a rail

Going by you’ll think I’m dense

Me and my saddle, riding the fence


My Shadow and I

Me and My Saddle Riding the Fence

Me and My Saddle Riding the Fence

  We were never that close

My shadow and I

He seems attached

But only under a sunny sky


As a fair-weather friend

He’s always following me

But when clouds roll in

Then he will quietly flee


Chorus

I realized he doesn’t really like me 

As he follows me to and frow

And he only follows me

Because he has nowhere else to go


I always take the lead

He has never

  We were never that close

My shadow and I

He seems attached

But only under a sunny sky


As a fair-weather friend

He’s always following me

But when clouds roll in

Then he will quietly flee


Chorus

I realized he doesn’t really like me 

As he follows me to and frow

And he only follows me

Because he has nowhere else to go


I always take the lead

He has never said a word

Even when I stop and listen

His reply I never heard


At night he runs and hides

He never ever stays

Never their when I need him

On dark and stormy and days


Bridge

We can look inseparable

But we don’t have actual ties

As he only has my back

During life’s sunny skies


Chorus

I realized he doesn’t really like me 

As he follows me to and frow

And he only follows me

Because he has nowhere else to go 


Saskatoon

Me and My Saddle Riding the Fence

Saskatoon

Driving through a monsoon

I drove my car into a lagoon

Fell asleep during a full moon

Listening to a country tune

Made my way over a dune

I felt like I was Daniel Boone

And found a small commune

Just outside of Saskatoon


Chorus

Saskatoon, living in Saskatoon

Where I won an old Saloon

A dive and a greasy spoon

It even has a brass spittoon

In Saskatoon


P

Driving through a monsoon

I drove my car into a lagoon

Fell asleep during a full moon

Listening to a country tune

Made my way over a dune

I felt like I was Daniel Boone

And found a small commune

Just outside of Saskatoon


Chorus

Saskatoon, living in Saskatoon

Where I won an old Saloon

A dive and a greasy spoon

It even has a brass spittoon

In Saskatoon


Played poker with a baboon

All night until the afternoon

Where all he did consume 

Was whiskey and crab Rangoon

When the young buffoon

He bet his last doubloon

Money for his honeymoon

For me it was opportune


Chorus

Saskatoon, living in Saskatoon

Where I won an old Saloon

A dive and a greasy spoon

It even has a brass spittoon

In Saskatoon


We have a signature tune

Birthday parties with a balloon

My band with only a bassoon

Now a tycoon with a silver spoon

And once in a blue moon

Have a shoot-out at high noon

Armed with a rubber harpoon

Feeling like I’m in a cartoon


Chorus

Saskatoon, living in Saskatoon

Where I won an old Saloon

A dive and a greasy spoon

It even has a brass spittoon

From playing poker in Saskatoon

Lyrics by John Sebby

Truck Stop Moon

What If I Wrote A Love Song

What If I Wrote A Love Song

When we met

She went head over heels

Not only for me

But my eighteen wheels


Chorus

For our first date

Had dinner at a greasy spoon

Then we danced outside

In the light of a truck stop moon


I picked her up

When her car broke down

To give her a ride

Just to the very next town


Chorus

For our second date

Had dinner at a greasy spoon

Then we danced outside

In the light of a truck stop moon


In the cab with me

She carefully navigates

Us to our destination

Through the maze of interstates


Chorus

For our wedding day

Reception at a greasy spoon

Then we danced outside

In the light of a truck stop moon


(Additional verse option)

She still goes

Head over heels

Not only for me

But our eighteen wheels


Chorus

We go on dates

To dinner at a greasy spoon

Then we danced outside

In the light of a truck stop moo


What If I Wrote A Love Song

What If I Wrote A Love Song

What If I Wrote A Love Song

What if I wrote 

A song that was a hit

But was never played

And nobody ever heard it


Would I be a songwriter

Or would I be a poet

Maybe be neither

If I never showed it


What if I wrote a lyric

That didn’t have a rhyme

Would I have a song

Or just a waste of time


What if with just one song

If I could be so clever

That could make people 

Fall in love forever


I would write it today

And sing it only to you

I would write that song

That’s what I would do


To be in love with you

For forever and a day

If I could only find the music

And the right words to say


Is this the right song

It’s a chance I’ll take

I’m betting my future

Everything’s at stake


What if I wrote a love song 

That you always heard

Saying that I love you

With every single word  


This Song Ain’t Got One

What If I Wrote A Love Song

This Song Ain’t Got One

I don’t have time

To find a rhyme

So, this song ain’t got one


Tired of rhyming love

With the word above

So, I’m going to make a new one


I’ll call it drover

A term for a rover

When a long ride is over


I drover all day

The truckers will say

But this song ain’t got one


But drover don’t rhyme with love

Well, who gives a zove

So, this song ain’t got one


(Back-up singers) Not a Chorus

Not a chorus anywhere

(Back-up singers) Not a Chorus

And I don’t even care

And this song ain’t got one


People always ask me

Why a song and a melody

So this song ain’t got one


One thing I do know

Can’t play blues on a banjo

So, this song ain’t got one


(insert blues banjo riff here)


If you write words so gentle

Can it still be an instrumental

So, this song ain’t got one


Make a song sad or fun

Can always write another one

But this song ain’t done

Oh, wait, yes it is  




John Sebby lyrics

Places Unknown

Places Unknown

Places Unknown

Graduated high school at seventeen

With a thumb hitched-hiked out west

Sent travel notes home twice a week

On postcards that were pre-addressed

Which was at the parents’ request


Chorus

An adventurous soul when young

For years was the family’s capstone

But now every day this aged voyager

In the front yard of their own home

This explorer visits place

Graduated high school at seventeen

With a thumb hitched-hiked out west

Sent travel notes home twice a week

On postcards that were pre-addressed

Which was at the parents’ request


Chorus

An adventurous soul when young

For years was the family’s capstone

But now every day this aged voyager

In the front yard of their own home

This explorer visits places unknown


After stint in the armed services

And traveling the world round

Then found the ground at college

Head in the clouds to earthbound

Where work was his new playground


Chorus

An adventurous soul when young

For years was the family’s capstone

But now every day this aged voyager

In the front yard of their own home

This explorer visits places unknown


Now long retired from the job

Sitting in the front yard each day

The very same school children

Will pass the exploder’s way

Who has the same thing to say


Bridge

The voyager smiles and greets

Hello and what’s your name

With the daily exact question

And the kids answer the same

Each with kindness not shame


Chorus

An adventurous soul when young

For years was the family’s capstone

But now every day this aged voyager

In the front yard of their own home

This explorer visits places unknown


Train 27

Places Unknown

Places Unknown

The old iron locomotive 

Writes its signature on the sky

With its thick black smoke

Announcing the time to cry


The train rumbling in the dark

Riding on long steel rail streets

Convoy of cars following behind

And club members in their seats


Chorus

The whistle shouts its song

Now only our memories remain

From riders who don’t belong

Untimely boarders o

The old iron locomotive 

Writes its signature on the sky

With its thick black smoke

Announcing the time to cry


The train rumbling in the dark

Riding on long steel rail streets

Convoy of cars following behind

And club members in their seats


Chorus

The whistle shouts its song

Now only our memories remain

From riders who don’t belong

Untimely boarders on the 27 train


Why didn’t they see it coming

When the conductor said its time

A fog of midnight smoke bellows

Its presence in ash and grime


Bridge

So young when taken away

And all the songs they didn’t play

With no more music to bring

Missing all the songs they didn’t sing


Repeat Chorus


All the engineers dressed in black 

The conductor is the angel of death

There will be no more music to sing

For they took their very last breath


Too many traveled too soon

As they greeted those in vain

Singers they knew and admired

Who had boarded an earlier train


Chorus

The whistle shouts its song

Now only our memories remain

From riders who don’t belong

Untimely boarders on the 27 train


Will they sing in hell or sing in heaven

Club members of Train Twenty-seven


Song Titles



Rock N Roll

· Artificial Intelligence

· Bad Deal

· Ice Machine Queen of Cold

· I’ve Got Time to Burn

· My Crazy Uncle

· Route 666

· Six Days of Saturday’s

· Time with the King


Crossover lyrics

· A Lyric Looking for a Song

· A Song in My Pocket

·  All You Have to Do is Ask

· Back on top

· Listening to Her Pray to Die

· Living with Silence

· Moonbeams and Mud Pies

· My Limousine

· One-eyed songs

· One Hit Wonder-ful

· Slow Time

· Superstar

· The Autumn of Our Love

· The Richest Man I Ever Knew

· Today

· True North

· When A Bird Loses Its Song

· Winter Days


  

(Italics - Lyrics on webpage)


Contact Me

I am looking for an agent or a music publisher, as well as collaborators and musicians to add melodies to my lyrics. 


I have enjoyed writing my 200+ original song lyrics and now looking for music to be added.


Also, I welcome critiques and reviews of my work. If you are interested, please contact me at:

     sebbyjohn@yahoo.com



A shout out to the true musical  talent in the family, my singer/songwriter son Chris Sebby


Hear Chris Sebby on:


https://www.reverbnation.com/chrissebby


or


https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCTddzyFRAtg6M-SiEapL2Cg


Chris Sebby™ is a Savannah, GA based: Singer/ Songwriter/ Digital Recording Artist/ Producer, Guitarist. He has an ungenrable, new-school, yet classic and diverse sound. 


He has remained ranked in the top 3 Local Rock Artists on ReverbNation locally for over 10 years. His compositional works are one of a kind, raw, and are as original, genuine, artistically passionate, and creative as they come. He performs as a solo artist and with several different local musicians. Some of his works have taken years to finalize yet some on a whim of the moment. 


Chris is the Founder/ C.E.O. of "Skurf Productions™", his own independent label in Savannah, Georgia.


sebbyjohn@yahoo.com

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