The Glenda Gail

There is a sweet breeze moving in off the sea.

It comes through the palm trees looking for me.

It knows when I’m found I’m bound to set sail

Out across the waters on, The Glenda Gail.

I’ll leave my house and it’s locked doors

and head out for all my favorite shores.

Though I love my home on this dry land shore,

I long to be out on the sea once more.

I’m setting sail on, The Glenda Gail.

There are new horizons on the top of each swell.

For each low point there is a new high.

Out on the ocean my heart gets to fly.

My memories become vividly clear.

I remember them as my course I steer.

Blow the whistle. Ring the ships bell.

I’m setting sail on, The Glenda Gail.

There is a whisper from the water's heart.

Urging me onward, it knows I will start

as soon as my lines are loosed from the dock,

the wind fills my sails, my boat starts to rock.

On this great journey, the wind never fails.

Always blows true, filling bright white sails.

She has sleek clean lines, a beautiful bow.

Out through the water she will gracefully plow.

I’m setting sail on, The Glenda Gail.

There are new horizons on the top of each swell.

For each low point there is a new high.

Out on the ocean my heart gets to fly.

My memories become vividly clear.

I remember them as my course I steer.

Blow the whistle. Ring the ships bell.

I’m setting sail on, The Glenda Gail.

I’ve grown old waiting for this trip.

But in my walk I still have a skip.

I’ve become anxious to get under way.

Anticipation building every day.

She has the beauty of faithful youth.

We speak of her and her eternal truth.

My death ship will carry me to new life.

Where there is never hate or vengeful strife.

I’m setting sail on, The Glenda Gail.

There are new horizons on the top of each swell.

For each low point there is a new high.

Out on the ocean my heart gets to fly.

My memories become vividly clear.

I remember them as my course I steer.

I heard the whistle blow. Heard the ringing of the bell.

I have finally set sail on, The Glenda Gail.

               A. L. Shipman Jr.   7-27-2011

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You Never Cared

You never cared for me Darling.

I was never part of your plan.

You let me think I made you happy,

But you loved another man.

You always had another waiting.

He was just, out of sight.

I thought that you truly loved me.

And that our world was so right.

 

You made me think love was strong.

But you knew different all along.

You let me think, that I satisfied you.

But now, I know that I was wrong.

You always had another waiting.

He was just, out of sight.

I thought that you truly loved me.

And that our world was so right.

 

You came and told me the truth.

You made my heart fill with pain.

Where once was sunshine, and happiness.

Now, there is only rain.

For you always had another waiting.

He was just out of sight.

I thought that you truly loved me.

And that our world was so right.

Then you, Told me the truth.

Yes you, Told me the truth.

Finally you, Told me the truth.

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Guion Ferry

She lived over in Mountain View.

Prettiest girl I ever knew.

But her folks would not agree

to let their daughter court with me.

So we came up with a plan.

We’d met down in Gunyun land.

Where they mine that pure white sand.

Meet me at the Guion Ferry.

Meet me in Gunyan land.

Meet me where the river’s flowing,

All the way through New Orleans,

to the Gulf of Mexico.

We were as happy as could be,

At least that’s all I could see.

Meeting near the old sand mine.

In the shade of a lonesome pine.

But she met a new feller there.

He took her off down to Newport.

Now I got no gal to court.

Meet me at the Guion Ferry.

Meet me in Gunyan land.

Meet me where the river’s flowing,

All the way through New Orleans,

to the Gulf of Mexico.

Yes my heart is aching still,

for that gal he did steal.

I often go down to the spot

Where we used to kiss a lot.

Always look for her down there.

But she’s gone just like the sand,

They’ve hauled away from Gunyan land.

Meet me at the Guion Ferry.

Meet me in Gunyan land.

Meet me where the river’s flowing,

All the way through New Orleans,

To the Gulf of Mexico.

By A. L. Shipman Jr.

 10-31-2007

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I Once Had A Girl

I once had a girl my friend.

I loved her so dear.

I tried to give her the world.

All that she desired.

But she went away one day.

I still don’t know why.

I’ve traveled the world to find.

One girl just for me.

If I ever find someone.

Who will love me true.

I’ll give all my life to her.

Never make her blue.

And then I will rest in peace.

In her loving arms.

I never shall roam again.

From her blessed shores.

(Instrumental)

And then I will rest in peace,

In her loving arms.

I never shall roam again,

From her blessed shores.

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My Precious Times With You

When I lived in a world that showed no love.

Never longed  to review  my yesterdays.

But when I heard your voice speak my name.

I knew that I would always love

reviewing all my precious times with you.

There’ll always be a special place within my mind,

that I keep locked up safe just for you.

So when the world beats me up and knocks me down.

I’ll return once more, back to that special place,

and view again my precious times with you.

When we met I had no confidence.

Didn’t know self worth or happiness.

But when you took my hand and let me kiss your lips,

you gave to me beyond my dreams,

treasures I call, my precious times with you.

There’ll always be a special place within my mind,

that I keep locked up safe just for you.

So when the world beats me up and knocks me down,

I’ll return once more back to that special place

and view again, my precious times with you.

You left me long ago but I still love,

thinking of my treasures, our yesterdays.

How it felt in your arms when you held me.

I always find peace and joy

when I review, my precious times with you.

There’ll always be a special place within my mind.

That I keep locked up safe just for you.

So when the world beats me up and knocks me down,

I’ll return once more back to that special place,

And view again,   My precious times with you.

And view again,  My precious times with you.

And view again,  My precious times with you.

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Eight Women

When I was just a baby my momma had to work.

When I was just a baby my momma had to work.

She took me to a sitter, said, “Do all that she may ever say.”

I’ve been a slave to the women ever since that day.

I want eight, women to carry me to my grave.

I said, I want eight mighty fine women to carry me to my grave.

Because all of my life to the women I have been a slave.

When I went to school, that very first day.

When I went to school, that very first day.

Mom said, “Here’s your teacher. Do all that she may ever say.”

Worked hard to please that woman every single day.

I want eight women to carry me to my grave.

I said I want eight mighty fine women to carry me to my grave.

Because all of my life to the women I have been a slave.

On the day I got married, guess what the preacher said to me.

On the day I got married, guess what the preacher said to me.

“If you’re gonna’ be happy, do all that she may ever say.”

Now I’m a slave to that woman until my dying day.

I want eight women to carry me to my grave.

I said I want eight mighty fine women to carry me to my grave.

Because all of my life to the women I have been a slave.

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I Loved You In 72

      

I loved you in 72, but I didn’t know what to do.

To win your love for my very own.

To see your face made my heart tremble.

The thought of your embrace, it warms me still.

As I dream of when I kissed your cheek I remember,

The fragrance of perfume in the air.                             

And my soul still surrenders.

Every time in my mind you take my hand.

I loved you night and day but you threw my heart away.

I’m so lost without you dear.

My life was yours just for the claiming.

I would have followed you till the end of time.

As I gaze at the picture you gave me,

there’s a thrill that’s real then comes the pain.

And my mind still, goes reeling.

‘membering all the times we had.

 

I loved you long ago and I still love you so.

I don’t believe my heart will ever change.

You showed me life could be so precious.

Full of happiness, thrills beyond belief.

As I look at all the stars above me,

once again I recall our final kiss
 underneath that special star.

The tingles still dance across my skin.

 

  Oh how the tingles still dance across my skin.

I loved you in 72.

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She Was My Baby

She was my baby. She was my gal.

She used to make me feel ten feet tall.

But she got tired of my foolin’ around.

Now she moved way over on the east side of town.

She was my baby. She was my gal.

She used to make me laugh. She taught me how to cry.

She showed me what it meant when she said goodbye.

She was my baby. She was my gal.

She was my baby. She was my Gal.

She used to say how much she loved my touch.

I didn’t think she would ever leave me,

Till she said, “Old man just you wait and see.”

She was my baby. She was my gal.

She used to make me laugh. She taught me how to cry.

She showed me what it meant when she said goodbye.

She was my baby. She was my gal.

She was my baby. She was my gal.

I used to walk twelve miles just to see her face.

But curiosity sure messed me up.

Now I sleep in the back of my pickup truck.

She was my baby. She was my gal.

She used to make me laugh. She taught me how to cry.

She showed me what it meant when she said goodbye.

She was my baby. She was my gal.

Now if I could make a million dollars or more.

I’d lay it down at her feet on the Mississippi’s shore.

She’d just say, “If you gave me Memphis,

I wouldn’t trust you out side of my door.”

She was my baby. But she ain't no more.

She was my gal. Now she ain't even my pal.

She was my baby. She was my gal.

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Lorrain

I met her by chance one day.
I was on the road stopped at a little café.

She is perfection to me.

I ordered coffee a burger and fries.
 As she walked away I realized.

I’d do anything to make her mine.

Because her green eyes would make me.
Her sweet lips would take me.

To worlds I’ve never known.
Places I’ve never gone.

Some might call me crazy, even insane.

It would not matter I would do it all the same.

I’d do it all for Lorraine.

I was lonely. I was sad.
Looked in her eyes then I was glad

that I had chosen to stop here.

If I had the choice in life
I would take her for my wife.

I’d give a lifetime to Lorraine.

Because her green eyes would make me.
Her sweet lips would take me.

To worlds I’ve never known.
Places I’ve never gone.

Some might call me crazy, even insane.

It would not matter I would do it all the same.

I’d do it all for Lorraine.

As I drove away from that little café.

I left my heart but I took her smile.

Every time I close, my eyes, I see

her smiling at me.

I’m going back someday,
to that out of the way café.

I’m gonna see her again.

Of my love I will not speak,
for I’m too humble and meek.

She is far too good for me.

But, her green eyes may make me.
Her sweet lips may take me

to worlds I’ve never known.
Places I’ve never gone.

Some may call me crazy, even insane.

It will not matter. I will do it all the same.

I’ll do it all for Lorraine.

I’ll do it all for Lorraine.

I met her by chance one day.
I was on the road stopped at a little Café.

She is perfection to me.

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But I'm Free

I ain’t got no money. I ain’t got no friends.

I ain’t got no old home place to go home to again.

But I’m free. Yes I’m free.

I ain’t got one thing, that I can’t bring,

In my back pack sling.

So I’m free, yes I’m free.

And when I die, I won’t need to wave bye;

I’ll just, be on my way.

Some folks build a castle. Some folks build a shack.

Some folks drive a pickup truck. Some folks drive a Cadillac.

But not me, because I’m free.

I ain’t got one thing, that I can’t bring,

In my back pack sling.

So I’m free. Yes I’m free.

And when I die, I won’t need to wave bye;

I’ll just, be on my way.

I’ve got lots of livin’, lots of living to do.

I love living my life. I hope you like yours too.

Ya’ see I’m free, yes I’m free.

I ain’t got one thing, that I can’t bring,

In my back pack sling.

So I’m free. Yes I’m free.

And when I die, I won’t need to waive bye,

I’ll just, be on my way.

And when I die, I won’t need to wave bye;

I’ll just, be on my way.

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