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TEXAS TAGS

Started with the chorus that came together like a breeze several weeks ago... Hope the verses do it justice...

TEXAS TAGS G. Smith (c) 2017 (BMI) ::::=::::=::::=::::=:::: Crossing Peachtree in Buckhead, Just another Friday night; Volvos and Beamers and Subarus, Then Texas tags on the truck at the light;

Playing two blocks off of Broadway, Four sets a night right up to last call; Neon and posters, and autographed pictures, And Texas tags nailed right to the wall...

Texas tags in Georgia, Texas tags in Tennessee; Texas tags as far as Carolina Calling out to me. "Come back across the Brazos, Boy, "Come back to San Antone; "Come back, don't wait, to the Lone Star State, "Come back home, Boy, come back home. "Come back home, Boy, come back home."

Broken down outside of Durham, Just above Chapel Hill, The one guy who stops to lend me hand, Has Texas tags underneath his grill.

Texas tags in Georgia, Texas tags in Tennessee; Texas tags as far as Carolina Calling out to me. "Come back across the Brazos, boy, "Come back to San Antone; "Come back, don't wait, to the Lone Star State, "Come back home, boy, come back home. "Come back home, Boy, come back home."

ONE LAST CHANCE

And this is the last chance for the last chance prompt in November's PAD Chapbook Challenge from Robert Lee Brewer's blog, Poetic Asides.

ONE LAST CHANCE G. Smith (BMI) “°”°”°”°”°”°”°”°”°”°” There ain’t but one last chance, And it’s now; Ain’t but one last chance, And it’s now. You don’t know when, You don’t know how, You don’t know where, You’ll take that bow, There ain’t but one last chance, And it’s now.

There ain’t but one last chance, To make your name; Ain’t but one last chance, To make your name. Seek your fortune, Seek your fame, It’s more Than a game, There ain’t but one last chance, To make your name.

There ain’t but one last chance To set things right; Ain’t but one last chance, To get things right; Could be the middle of the day, Or the middle of the night, Just like old Hank, You’ll see the light; There ain’t but one last chance, To set things right.

There ain’t but one last chance, And it’s now; Ain’t but one last chance, And it’s now. You don’t know when, You don’t know how, You don’t know where, You’ll take that bow, There ain’t but one last chance, And it’s now. One last chance;

And it’s now.

THE Y'ALL CRAWL INN

To wrap up the Poetic Asides November Pad Chapbook Challenge, the final prompt was: LAST CHANCE

So here's a chance I took...

THE Y’ALL CRAWL INN G. Smith (BMI) ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ” ” ” ” ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ” ” ” ” ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ It’s your last chance when you’re leaving, And the first on your way back; It ain’t nothing fancy, Just a lil’ tin-roofed shack. Down around the edge of town, On the far side of the tracks, It’s your last chance when you’re leaving, And the first on your way back.

There’s neon in the window, Gravel in the parking lot; And Saturday nights it’s more than the Texas Weather getting hot. To the right of the door is little dance floor, No band, but an old juke box. There’s neon in the window, Gravel in the parking lot.

At the Y’all Crawl Inn, Where the party begins, Ain’t no strangers here, everybody’s friends. C’mon; Y’all Crawl Inn.

The bar’s three different beers on tap, Or you can have a cold long neck; Cash for your tab, They won’t take a check; Lucy smiles all the while, Says, “Gimme a sec.” The bars got three different beers on tap, Or you can have cold long neck.

At the Y’all Crawl Inn, Where the party begins, Ain’t no strangers here, everybody’s friends. C’mon; Y’all Crawl Inn.

Last call comes, And it’s time to go, But it won’t be long, Till we’re back, you know;

At the Y’all Crawl Inn, Where the party begins, Ain’t no strangers here, everybody’s friends. C’mon; Y’all Crawl Inn.

It’s your last chance as you’re leaving And your first on your way back.

I WANT WHAT I'VE GOT

Another'n from the November PAD Challenge: I WANT_____

I WANT WHAT I'VE GOT G. Smith (BMI) ----------/---------- I want what I've got, And I've got what I need; And even with that There's no guarantee. Sure, I could have more, But what good is that greed, When I want what I've got, And I've got what I need?

It wasn't very long ago, I was working for the man; Making decent wages, Following the plan. Then one day I looked up, And had to ask my wife, What's come between, This living and our life?

I want what I've got, And I've got what I need; And even with that There's no guarantee. Sure, I could have more, But what good is that greed, When I want what I've got, And I've got what I need?

We didn't have a lot back then, We don't have much today; But what we have is ours to keep, Nobody has a say. We share when we have plenty, And even when there's just enough, They can have it all because, After all it's only stuff.

I want what I've got, And I've got what I need; And even with that There's no guarantee. Sure, I could have more, But what good is that greed, When I want what I've got, And I've got what I need? And there's plenty to share, It's like scattering seed.

I WANT TO

Another response to the Poetic Asides November PAD challenge to complete the phrase: I WANT ____

I decided to keep it simple...

I WANT TO G. Smith (BMI) —–: :—–: :—– I want to go back To the way it used to be, Back, to the days, When you said that you loved me; Back to the times, When you used to smile; We haven’t been there In such a long while.

I want to know, What I’ve done wrong, To understand, What’s going on; Know if there’s something, Something I can do, To make it up; Anything for you.

And I want to, Want to, want to; Do you? Baby, do you? Baby, do you?

I want to feel, Your hand in mine; Trace again, That long love line, Feel your heartbeat, As you sleep, And know our dreams, Are ours to keep.

Yes, I want to, Want to, want to; Do you? Baby do you? Do you? Baby do you? Do you?

×+×+×+× The complete blog posting can be found at writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-28

I WANT ANOTHER CHANCE

The November PAD prompt for today is to complete the phrase I WANT ____

I WANT ANOTHER CHANCE G. Smith (BMI) ••••••||•••••• I want another chance, Just to have one more dance, The way we did when our love was new; Shuffle across the floor, Like we did before, I just want another chance with you.

I want another chance, Call it love at second glance, Won't you look and tell me what you see; Sure I may be just a man, But I'm holding out my hand, Won't you take another chance on me?

First time lucky, Third time's the charm, But they say love's better, The second time around - so, where's the harm?

I want another chance, To prove that our romance, Was something meant always to be. Days may come, and nights may go, But there's just one way to know, Let's take another chance on you and me. Let's take another chance on you and me.

-----*------ As previously, this prompt can be found at writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-28

FALLIN' APART

The Poetic Asides prompt for today, 11/27, was FALLING APART.

Here's what came together this morning...

FALLIN’ APART G. Smith (BMI) : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : I can’t have sugar in my coffee, I can’t have key lime pie, I’ve gotta make due with Diet Coke, And I don’t like the reason why.

I can’t have any red meat, And I can’t have anything fried; I’ve gotta eat only whole wheat, And I don’t like the reason why.

‘Cause, ever since I turned forty, And I realized I wasn’t so smart, The more I try, the less I can keep, Things from fallin’ apart.

I can’t go fishing’ without sunscreen, And I can’t stay out late Friday night, I’ve gotta be in before half-past ten, And I don’t like the reason why.

I can’t drink the way I used to, And I can’t go out and get high; I’ve gotta be the designated driver, And I don’t like the reason why.

Ever since I turned forty, And I realized I wasn’t so smart, The more I try, the less I can keep, Things from fallin’ apart.

My glasses keep gettin’ stronger, My back hurts a little bit longer, And since you’ve been gone, that pain in my heart, Reminds me how things’re, Fallin’ apart.

And ever since I turned forty, And I realized I wasn’t so smart, The more I try, the less I can keep, Things from fallin’ apart. The more I try, the less I can keep, Things from fallin’ apart.

++: :++: :++: :++: :++ This, the rest of the Poetic Asides 2016 November Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge can be found at Robert Lee Brewer's blog at writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides.

VISITING HOURS

The challenge prompt was write a VISITOR poem/song...

VISITING HOURS G. Smith (BMI) :×:×:×:×:×:×:×:×: Lights out at ten o'clock, But it ain't quiet on this block, And falling asleep still takes a while; Three years in on a ten year bid, For something that they said I did, But there's still one thing that makes me smile.

It's the high point of the week, When I get to speak To you face to face, In this lonesome place; I know it's hard on you, And you're in prison, too; But I feel free, When you come see me; I'm free, When you come see me.

Every night when those cell doors slam, It's hard not having nightmares of the man; The days in here aren't a whole lot better, I'm a number, not a name, But I don't always feel the same, On those days I get one of your letters;

And it's the high point of the week, When I get to speak To you face to face, In this lonesome place; I know it's hard on you, And you're in prison, too; But I feel free, When you come see me; I'm free, When you come see me. -----×-----×----- writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-26

MEASURE UP

Another response to the Poetic Asides PAD prompt to write about "TAPE" ~ Maybe a stretch, but... =====×===== MEASURE UP G. Smith (BMI) -----×-----×-----×----- The Greatest Generation, Saved the world saving the nation, And left the rest of us with empty hands; A tough act to follow, We hitched up our pants, And took a hard swallow, Before finding a place to take our stand.

Back then it was right, To volunteer to fight, But our day raised the question for us all; Give peace a chance, Was not some two-bit dance, And we lived to see the end of the wall, Watched it fall.

Did we measure up? Did we break the tape? Was our run for real? Or a cheap escape? Did we take the high road? Or stumble through hell? Did we measure up? Only time will tell.

Our moms and dads, And the lives they had, Together for fifty-plus years; Did they compare To the lives we share? Were we stronger than our tears? Than our fears?

Did we measure up? Did we break the tape? Was our run for real? Or a cheap escape? Did we take the high road? Or stumble through hell? Do we measure up? Only time will tell.

Do we measure up? Only time will tell. ×××××=××××× writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-25

THE SMART END OF THE TAPE

Today over at Poetic Asides the prompt was to write on TAPE.

THE SMART END OF THE TAPE G. Smith (BMI) -----//----- Daddy was a working man, A carpenter by trade, There wasn't anything in wood, His two hands hadn't made.

I'd take the smart end of the tape, Pull it snug and steady, Then walk it back to him, When he told me he was ready.

"Measure twice, cut once," Were my father's words to me, They applied as much to living, As they did to carpentry. We built a house one summer, Stood it stick by stick; He quietly showed me my mistakes, He never missed a trick.

I'd take the smart end of the tape, Hold it straight and level, "Busy hands are happy hands, Idle hands wait on the devil."

And, "Measure twice, cut once," Were my father's words to me, They applied as much to living, As they did to carpentry.

It isn't always hammers, It isn't always nails, But it's the man who doesn't try, Who is the man who always fails.

"Measure twice, cut once," Were my father's words to me, They applied as much to living, As they did to carpentry. -----/////----- writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-25