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Makin’ Music

Doot doot do do,
Doot doot do do
Do do doot
Do do do doot do do

I always said: “Don’t sing for fame,
Don’t sing for riches, don’t play that game.
If you do it for glory you might gain a name
But, watch out, friend, you’ll never be the same.

Say something diff’rent, meaningful too,
Sing of the changes you’ve been through.
Seek what is simple, seek what is true,
Take them, take them through the changes too.

Makin’ music, makin’ a song,
Makin’ love a little easier,
Takin’ a feelin’, makin’ it strong,
Takin’ life and makin’ a song.

People will notice, people will care,
But they don’t like you tellin’ them where.
They just won’t hear it, no time to spare,
So I’ll sing ‘em the music and leave the rest there.

Makin’ music, makin’ a song,
Makin’ love a little easier,
Takin’ a feelin’, makin’ it strong,
Takin’ life and makin’ a song.

Makin’ music, makin’ a song,
Makin’ love a little easier,
Takin’ a feelin’, makin’ it strong,
Takin’ life and makin’ a song.

Where The Roads Come Together

None of us is born the same
We don’t know why; it’s the way we came.
Every heart beats a little differently
Each soul is free to find its way
Like a river that winds its way to the sea.

For life is a journey
And there are many roads beneath the sky
And there are many good people
Who don’t see eye to eye

Not every man can sing your tune;
From where he stands there’s another view
With every turn we’re learnin’ more
And perhaps we’ll find
That the walls we build are only in the mind.

There are many roads to go
And they go by many names.
They don’t all go the same way
But they get there all the same
And I have a feelin’ that we’ll meet some day
Where the roads come together up the way.

What Color Is God’s Skin?

“Good-night” I said to my little son
So tired out when the day was done.
Then he said as I tucked him in
“Tell me Daddy what color’s God’s skin?”

What color is God’s skin?
I said it’s black brown it’s yellow
It is red it is white.
Ev’ry man’s the same in the good Lord’s sight.”

He looked at me with his shining eyes
I knew I could tell no lies
When he said Daddy why do the diff’rent races fight
If we’re the same in the good Lord’s sight?”

What color is God’s skin?… etc.

Son that’s part of our suffering past
But the whole human family is learning at last
That the thing we missed on the road we trod
Is to walk as the daughters and the sons of God.”

What color is God’s skin?… etc.

Up With People!

It happened just this morning, I was walking down the street,
The milkman and the postman and policeman I did meet.
There in ev’ry window and ev’ry single door,
I recognized people I’d never noticed before.

Up! Up with people!
You meet ‘em wherever you go,
Up! Up with People!
They’re the best kind of folks we know.
If more people were for people,
All people ev’rywhere,
There’d be a lot less people to worry about,
And a lot more people who care.

People from the south-land and people from the north,
Like a mighty army, I saw them coming forth.
‘Twas a great reunion, befitting of a king!
Then I realized people were more important than things.

Up! Up with people!… etc.

Save The Dancer

The ravages of human history,
The savageness of our sword.
Are as much of our legacy
As the heights we have explored.
It seems our questing for paradise
Is dressed in paradox,
Grown-ups playing with power
Like children playing with blocks

But through the triumph and the tragedy,
Rising like a bird
Is a dancer always dancing,
A dancer always dancing
To a tune we’ve never heard –
Save the dancer.

Lifting us and twirling inside us,
A dream is setting us free,
Through the darkness a dancing image,
The hope of things that could be,
For the lonely and little children,
The angry and the proud,
For the old man whose sight is failing,
The quiet face in the crowd.

Through the triumph and the tragedy … etc.

For the dreamers and the make-believers,
The festive and the sad,
For the mad and the ugly,
The sane and beautiful,
Save the dancer, save the dancer in us all,

Through the darkness, a dancing image,
The hope what could be –
Save the dancer.

Rippin’ Along

Got started in grammar school,
Saw Chuck Berry and I thought he was cool,
Right then it was plain to see
I was destined for the boogie.Rippin’ along with the music on,
You and me and the boogie, can’t go wrong.
Rippin’ along, rippin’ along with the boogie.On a bridge sat a salty dog,
And up come a sassy little groundhog,
Said the hog to the salty dog
There’s a dance down by the log, let’s boogie.

Rippin’ along … etc.

If it feels good, well, it’s rock-‘n-roll
And if it moves you it’s soul.
Where the two do meet,
You can’t control your feet with a boogie…

At the drive-in on a Saturday night
One sip and mm I thought I was tight.
Best girl right by my side,
I’m gonna take her for a Sunday drive and we’ll boogie.

Rippin’ along … etc.

Pocket Full Of Dimes

Alright ladies and gentlemen, right now I’d like to take a moment to tell you
About a very important person in your family neighborhood.
Now, this person you get to know and love very well.
Without him, your Sunday mornings just wouldn’t be the same.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, the person who I am referring to happens to be your paper boy.
I wanna tell ya, I wanna tell ya’ ‘bout the paper boy.
My office hours start in the morning ‘bout five, I can’t be late.
Gotta be there when the printer’s truck drops the papers by the gate, yeah.
I got a lot of customers and responsibility, daily press from the editor’s desk
And I deliver it personally.

I’m the paper, paper boy.

Like Colonel Sanders’ recipe, I got a secret too:
I can wrap about twenty papers a minute, yeah, you know I do.
Hit the street, can’t stop to eat, I gotta make my route on time.
I got to keep on hustlin’ or I won’t make a dime.

I’m a poor boy, selling the daily news
I’m a rich, rich man.
Got a pocket full ‘a dimes,
Pocket full ‘a dimes.

Of all my business hazards, only one gives me a chill:
A St. Bernard on Cherry Street who I nickname Buffalo Bill.
They say that Bill is friendly and that he won’t hurt you none.
My head says play it cool but my feet tell me to run.

No, I don’t need no big fine car, got myself a better deal,
I run out the door with two on the floor – my Adidas foot-mobile.
I throw my papers with style and grace and believe me, that’s the truth.
If you don’t find it on your doorstep, try lookin’ on the roof.

I’m a poor boy … etc.