Where To Turn

I should have come to you, yes even run to you, 
Before I didn’t have another place to turn. 
I might have found my way, from things that you would say, 
For you’ve always helped me when I had to learn. 

But now I hear you’re starting a new life; 
And soon may take yourself a loving wife. 
And so, I haven’t known just what to do. 
That’s why I haven’t turn and run to you. 

Recall the times we had, before it all turned sad, 
We didn’t think that it would ever end. 
We had some plans we’d made, but I just watched them fade, 
For I could not find it in my heart to bend. 

But now I hear you’re starting a new life; 
And soon may take yourself a loving wife. 
And so, I haven’t known just what to do, 
That’s why I did not turn and run to you. 

Just wanted you to know, I’ve started letting go, 
Though I know my life will never be as good. 
I have myself to blame, for losing at this game; 
For I never gave it everything I should. 

And so, I haven’t known just what to do, 
That’s why I could not turn and run to you. 

So what’s this note I read? Handwritten where you plead 
That you’d really like if we could meet again. 
You have no plans you say, no promised wedding day; 
And that time has eased your sorrow and your pain… 

        Musical interlude 

So yes I’ll come to you, yes surely run to you, 
For I know there is no better place to turn. 
I hope I’ll find my way in things you have to say, 
For you’ve always helped with what I had to learn. 

And maybe it’s our chance for a new start, 
With lessons learned from while we were apart. 
So now I’m sure I know what I must do; 
I’ll turn and make my way right back to you…. 

Fade and exit 
©℗ Norm Surette, 2014, 2018

Billy Joe

Billy Joe, he was a gambler, takin’ risks with his own life. 
Billy Joe, he was a gambler, playin’ games with peoples’ wives. 
Billy Joe, he was a gambler, let me tell you of his demise. 

Me, I’m just a simple farmer, earnin’ a livin’ off the land. 
Tending to my pigs and chickens, just making do the best I can. 
Living next door to the Preacher, and lending him a helping hand. 

Well, The Preacher left his missus, to make a call upon the sick. 
That’s when Billy Joe came a creepin’, the devil up to his old tricks. 
But the Preacher came home early, you know he stood about 6 foot 6. 

        Guitar fill 

Well the police came a callin’, asked if we knew about Billy Joe. 
Seems he’d skipped out of the county, leaving so many he did owe. 
We said, “No” we hadn’t seen him, and didn’t know where he might go. 

When the preacher gave his sermon, the faithful clung to what he said. 
Talkin’ ‘bout the Tenth Commandment, and atoning before your dead. 
And me, I don’t say nothing; but my pigs they are well fed. 

        Harmonica Solo 

Billy Joe, he was a gambler, takin’ risks with his own life. 
Billy Joe, he was a gambler, chanced to mess with a preacher’s wife.
Billy Joe, he was a gambler, paid his debt with cuts from a knife. 

©℗ Norm Surette, 2015, 2018