JOHN ALAN CONNERLEY
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 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