tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20195156580029685362024-02-19T22:55:46.419-08:00WE DON'T SELL THAT HEREStan C. Countzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019515658002968536.post-41696171153856830192009-12-03T19:38:00.000-08:002009-12-03T19:41:32.422-08:00A REAL JOB<span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://stanandbecounted.blogspot.com">by Stan C. Countz</a></span><br /><br />1st CHORUS<br />Hey, they all say, “get a real job”; one that’ll pay, yessiree Bob<br />Update your resume; polish off your blog <br />It’s a new day, find a new job<br /><br />VERSE 1<br />But I say “no one will pay me what I’m worth<br />Wanna do somethin’ great, do it best and first”<br />They’re drivin’ me insane; let me try to explain<br />Spent most of my life drivin’ in the fast lane<br />But what have I lost and what have I gained?<br />Was it worth the cost; was it worth the pain?<br />Like dusty rose petals, without a drop of rain<br />When the dust finally settles, what will still remain?<br /><br />2nd CHORUS<br />But they all say, “get a real job”; one that’ll pay, yessiree Bob<br />It seems like only yesterday; I was sittin’ on a wad<br />It’s a new day, honest to God<br /><br />VERSE 2<br />But the clock is tickin’, I’m quickly runnin’ out of steam<br />The sands are shiftin’, should I give up on my dreams?<br />The land grows dark; we’re runnin’ out of day<br />I wanna leave a mark before I’m old and gray<br />What will my family say about me when I’m gone?<br />“He made a lot of money” or will they sing my songs?<br />Will they recall all the time I spent mowin’ the lawn?<br />Or will they remember that day we played in the pond?<br /><br />3rd CHORUS<br />‘Cuz they all say, “get a real job”; one that’ll pay, don’t be a slob<br />Ain’t bein’ cheesy, so help me God<br />It ain’t as easy as fallin’ off a log<br /><br />BRIDGE<br />It’s time I give myself a pep talk and stop cryin’ in my beer<br />Stop thinkin’ ‘bout takin’ a long walk off a short pier<br />Should’ve left the grandstand and got off my rear <br />I’m gonna try my hand at a new career<br /><br />VERSE 3<br />I’ve been meaning to do it all my life <br />To be a better husband to my wife<br />To write those songs I’ve been meaning to write <br />To right what’s wrong if it takes all night<br />Stop and smell the flowers / breathe the mountain air<br />Sing in the shower / weave flowers in my hair<br />Play in the leaves / take longer walks<br />Pray on my knees / skip a few rocks<br /><br />OUTRO<br />But they all say, “get a real job” <br />Get your head out of the clouds, get out of the fog<br />By now I can say I think I found the right job<br />Gonna make some new friends, find myself and God <br />Gonna make amends with my ‘ol fishin’ rod<br />Then I can say I’ve got a “reel” jobStan C. Countzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019515658002968536.post-45209552970255061532009-11-27T10:14:00.000-08:002009-11-28T15:34:50.399-08:00WE DON’T SELL THAT HERE<span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://hitsinthemaking.blogspot.com">by Stan C. Countz</a></span><br /><br />Gotta roll out of the sack; don’t wanna miss that sale<br />Everything’s right on track down to the last detail<br />The clothes are on the racks; the slips, slacks and teddies<br />We’re finally in the black and the cash registers are ready<br /><br />We’ve watched the game and eaten our turkey dinner<br />Our tummys are full and we’re cheering on the winner <br />Now we’re looking over inserts in the Thursday paper<br />Our Christmas money will disappear as if in a vapor<br /><br />CHORUS<br />Pushin’ and shovin’ for a microwave oven<br />They’ve waited all year for that fishin’ gear<br />What they really need is some good lovin’<br />But we don’t sell that here<br />It's not about Christmas cheer<br />Or who steers Santa's reindeer<br />What they really need is His grace and peace<br />But we don’t sell that here<br /><br />The merchandise is tagged and tidy and the cash registers are ringing<br />Shopper’s Paradise: it’s Black Friday and our customers are singing<br />Been workin’ hard on our displays; been stocking all our shelves<br />Worked hard all year to pay Uncle Sam; now we can pay ourselves<br /><br />They think they need a Christmas tree; holly, beads and bells <br />But what they really need is to hit their knees<br />Not reindeer, greed and elves <br />It’s not about campin’ outdoors or trampin’ through the stores<br />It’s about lovin’ others more than we love ourselves<br /><br />All they think they need is an MP3 player<br />And we just so happen to have one on sale<br />But what they really need can only be found in prayer<br />God’s love is the only thing that never fails<br />But we don't sell that here (x2)<br /><br />That Ipod you just can’t live without is just too complicated<br />That HD TV you’ve heard so much about Is slightly over-rated<br />Who cares if it’s slim and sleek? It’ll be outdated in a week<br />The latest gadget sittin’ on the shelf will soon be an antique<br /><br />OUTRO<br />Pushin’ and shovin’ for a microwave oven<br />They’ve waited all year for that fishin’ gear<br />What they really need is some good lovin’<br />But we don’t sell that here<br />They think they need a Christmas tree<br />Holly, beads and bells <br />But what they really need is to hit their knees<br />Not reindeer, greed and elves <br />It’s not about campin’ outdoors <br />Or trampin’ through the stores<br />It’s about lovin’ others more <br />Than we love ourselves<br />It’s not about Christmas cheer<br />Or who steers Santa’s reindeer<br />What they really need Is His grace and peace<br />But we don’t sell that here<br />-- <br />Stan Countz, lyricist<br />Click this link for <a href="http://hitsinthemaking.blogspot.com">HITS IN THE MAKING</a>Stan C. Countzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655noreply@blogger.com0