I Love To Drink Wine            John Alan Connerley

 

I love to drink wine in the evenin'

It makes me feel like dancin' with you

Feelin' so fine, in the evenin'

You help this poor man's dream come true

Between you and rosé, I get carried away

The combination's so, so sublime

It's true that when I'm lovin' you, Baby

I love to drink wine!

 

I'll take a shot of vodka and gin, now and then

A cold beer is dear to my heart

A Tequila Margarita’s such lovely señorita

And whiskey’s a work of art

Yet there's somethin' very special 'bout the kind of ethyl alcohol

Derived from the fruit of the vine

You know that when I'm lovin' you, Baby

I love to drink wine

 

I love to drink wine in the evenin'

It makes me feel like dancin' with you

Feelin' so fine, in the evenin'

You help this poor man's dream come true

Between you and rosé, I get carried away

The combination's so, so sublime

It's true that when I'm lovin' you, Baby

I love to drink wine!

 

There's Chardonnay and Zinfandel, Blanc Fumé and Muscatel

And Cabernet Sauvignon

From California and from Italy, Chile, France and Germany

The list just goes on and on

Yes, no matter the occasion there's a nectar from the raisin

That'll please your palate every time

It's true that next to lovin' you, Baby

I love to drink wine!

 

 

 

We Can Fly                           John Alan Connerley

 

You have wings, but you don’t fly.

You turned your back and never glance up at the sky.

It seems you don’t remember why.

You have wings …

You have wings, but you don’t …

You have wings, but you don’t fly

 

Alas tienes, mas no vuelas.

Olvidadas, no las muestras.

No sé porque no las recuerdas.

Alas tienes …

Alas tienes, mas no …

Alas tienes, mas no vuelas

 

We have wings so we can fly.

You could soar if you would try.              

 

You have wings, but you don’t fly.

Con las alas volaremos

You turned your back and never glance up at the sky.

Con las alas volaremos

It seems you don’t remember why.

You have wings …

You have wings, but you don’t …

You have wings, but you don’t fly

We have wings so we can fly.

You could soar if you would try.                                

We can fly

Con las alas volaremos

We can fly

Con las alas volaremos

 

 

Laurel Canyon Lady                       John Alan Connerley

 

Laurel Canyon Lady has a view that’s always good

She lives above the city lights, not far from Hollywood

She likes to cruise the boulevard and feel the summer breeze

While the California sunshine turns to shadows in the trees

 

She had some bit parts in some movies, not too long ago

But when her agent calls at all, it’s just to say “hello”

She’s not sure if she’s still living or just dyin’ in L.A.

When she says she’s barely thirty, her eyes give her away

 

Oooo Laurel Canyon Lady            

She knows her lines and plays the part

Of a woman only waitin’       

For her chance to be a star

 

Laurel Canyon Lady has a view that’s always good

She lives above the boulevard, not far from Hollywood

Whenever she gets restless, she likes to take a drive

She’s not certain where she’s goin’, but she’ll know when she arrives

 

 

Willie                            John Alan Connerley

 

Good ole Willie sees with eyes that know so well

that pain and joy go hand in hand.  

The road to heaven often leads you straight through hell.

It isn't hard to understand: it's like this whole thing's been planned. 

 

Willie knows the kind of nights we've all been through,

Willie knows the kind of love that's really true,

And, yes, he knows the crazy things that lovers do.

I guess that's 'cause ole Willie's crazy, too.

 

My friend Willie sings of good times and the bad

with cowboy charm and country grace.  

He'll laugh and say this life's the best he's ever had  

as weathered lines begin to trace, the map of Texas on his face 

 

Willie knows the kind of nights we've all been through,

Willie knows the kind of love that's really true,

And, yes, he knows the crazy things that lovers do.

I guess that's 'cause ole Willie's crazy, too.

 

My friend Willie sings of good times and the bad

with cowboy charm and country grace.  

He'll laugh and say this life's the best he's ever had  

as weathered lines begin to trace, the map of Texas on his face 

 

Dance For You                      John Alan Connerley       

 

Somewhere down Baja way

South of old TJ

I took a turn I didn’t know.

In a small cantina

I met a salsa ballerina

sitting pretty, all alone.

 

She said, “I came to dance tonight

but the band’s nowhere in sight

so, what’s a girl supposed to do?”

She nodded at an old guitar

leaning up against the bar.

She smiled, “If you can play I’ll dance for you.”

 

“Play for me; I’ll dance for you

 Play for me; I’ll dance for you”

 

In the cool of the desert

She danced to my song

We knew nothing but pleasure

As we played all night long

 

If you’re down Baja way

North or south of Mulegé

when suddenly, out of the blue.

You see a little salsa bar

stop and play the old guitar

‘cause if you do she might dance for you.

 

“Play for me; I’ll dance for you

 Play for me; I’ll dance for you”

 

“Play for me; I’ll dance for you

 Play for me; I’ll dance for you

 Play for me; I’ll dance for you

 Play for me; I’ll dance for you"

Sing One Song For Jesus/Amazing Grace     

John Alan Connerley/Traditional 

There's a time for drinkin' whiskey

And a time for stayin' dry

There’s a time for gettin’ crazy

And a time to walk the line

There's a time for doin' all those things

That tempt and tease and please us

So, once each night, you know it's right

To sing one song for Jesus ……

 

Amazing grace how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me 

I once was lost but now I’m found

Was blind but now I see.

 

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear

And grace my fear relieved 

How precious did that grace appear

The hour I first believed  

 

When we’ve been there ten thousand years

Bright shining as the sun

We’ll have no less days to sing his praise

Than when we’ve first begun  

 

Amazing grace how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me    

I once was lost but now I’m found

Was blind but now I see  

Was blind but now I see

I was blind but now I see

Good & Bad Guys                John Alan Connerley  

 

Good and bad guys fight for fortune and fame

Knock the other guy down is the name of the game

Their moves are different but the aim is the same

There ain't no compromise for good and bad guys

 

Good and bad guys are everywhere you look

But which is guy is a saint and which guy is a crook

No, you can't know the story by the cover of the book

There ain't no second prize for good and bad guys

 

Good and bad guys, look out

Good and bad guys, look out

 

Good and bad girls walk the city at night

They're dressed to kill and they're ready to fight

So don't turn your back or let 'em out of your sight

They only have eyes for good and bad guys

 

Good and bad guys, look out

Good and bad guys, look out

Copyright 2020 - John Alan Connerley

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