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Makin' Good Time
02:50
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Makin’ Good Time
© 2018 By: Lloyd Mark Sutton
I don't know where I'm going,
But I'm makin’ good time.
I’m chasing the sun in search of a rhyme
No place to call home and I ain't got a dime
But hey I'm makin’ good time.
I left my home when I was quite young,
Following dreams a looking for fun.
Headed out west to join a band,
Wound up in Lubbock my guitar in hand.
I don't know where I'm going,
But I'm makin’ good time.
I’m chasing the sun in search of a rhyme
No place to call home and I ain't got a dime
But hey I'm makin’ good time.
Up to New York, Old Sugar Hill,
Driving Mules in a backwoods sawmill.
Winter set in and south I did flee,
Down to Atlanta my guitar and me.
I don't know where I'm going,
But I'm makin’ good time.
I’m chasing the sun in search of a rhyme
No place to call home and I ain't got a dime
But hey I'm makin’ good time.
I'm still drifting, blown by the wind,
Down this road that I call my friend.
I’ve traveled long and I've traveled far,
Toting this knapsack and my old guitar.
I don't know where I'm going,
But I'm makin’ good time.
I’m chasing the sun in search of a rhyme
No place to call home and I ain't got a dime
But hey I'm makin’ good time.
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2. |
Trim the Sails
03:40
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Trim the Sails
By: Lloyd Mark Sutton ©2005
Ocean winds taking us off with its blow
Away from the thinker of life that was so
Mystical sunrise over the sea
Observes to witness life coming free
Dream of illusion just melting away
From life lived ragged, torn and frayed
Losing the darkness that’s kept us insane
The only thing real is all that remains
Swirling patterns just bind us in time
Keeping us spinning in a hurricane rhyme
Fueled by old wounds from battles gone past
Till we trim the sails and tie down the mast
Reflecting world mirrors of false self form
Its control has so long been feeding this storm
Lost in the nightmare seas no way out
Just drowning in pain, despair and doubt
Swirling patterns just bind us in time
Keeping us spinning in a hurricane rhyme
Fueled by old wounds from battles gone past
Till we trim the sails and tie down the mast
Stars in the heavens the guides that stay
Rough waters to safe harbors while full underway
A journey not traveled by most come before
Leads us back to the beginning, we’re home once more
Swirling patterns just bind us in time
Keeping us spinning in a hurricane rhyme
Fueled by old wounds from battles gone past
Till we trim the sails and tie down the mast
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3. |
Step by Step
02:32
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Step by Step
© 1987 By: Lloyd Mark Sutton
Lost and lonely and confused
Feeling empty and abused
I sought out places I could hide
From the, the person I become inside
I couldn’t do this on my own
Without your power I was all alone
I couldn’t manage the smallest things
Until you showed me step by step what to do
I thought I was the only man
That saw one set of prints in the sand
But when I really started to see
I found you had never left me.
I couldn’t do this on my own
Without your power I was all alone
I couldn’t manage the smallest things
Until you showed me step by step what to do
Practice makes progress and success
So don’t you settle for anything less
Just try and take it one day at a time
A whole new way of life you will find.
I couldn’t do this on my own
Without your power I was all alone
I couldn’t manage the smallest things
Until you showed me step by step what to do
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4. |
Madam Poteet
03:18
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Madam Poteet
©2019 By: Lloyd Mark Sutton
Way back in the speakeasy days
Music was jazz and big bands played
Dancers would sing and masquerade
It was American made
Bourbon Street was the raging seen
Men came searching for a Cajun dream
Madam Poteet filled the bill it seemed
Or was it all a scheme
Into the club walked Madam Poteet
All of the men fell at her feet
She was a real French Quarter treat
But she was bittersweet
She could take a man’s money and take his heart
Then she would tear him all apart
He was a goner from the start
So he better be smart
Then one day ole Pierre comes in
He’s just a grinning and drinking gin
He thought he was smarter than other men
But guess what happened then
Into the club walked Madam Poteet
All of the men fell at her feet
She was a real French Quarter treat
But she was bittersweet
Well old Pierre wanted her for his own
Called her up on the telephone
She answered with her sweetest tone
Meet me at my club alone
Into the club walked Madam Poteet
All of the men fell at her feet
She was a real French Quarter treat
But she was bittersweet
She took Pierre’s money and she took his heart
And then she tore him all apart
He was a goner from the start
He wasn’t very smart
So if you down on Bourbon Street
You best steer clear of Madam Poteet
She ain't the one you want to meet
Cause she is bittersweet
Into the club walked Madam Poteet
All of the men fell at her feet
She was a real French Quarter treat
But she was bittersweet
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5. |
Shadows In My Dreams
03:06
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Shadows In My Dreams
© 2019 By: Lloyd Mark Sutton
In my dreams by the sea
On golden sands
Just you and me
Walking hand in hand
Shadows in my dreams
Are silhouettes of you and me
It’s all so real it seems
The hopes of what could be
In my dreams painted skies
Sun setting low
I can hear your sighs
As the feelings grow
Shadows in my dreams
Are silhouettes of you and me
It’s all so real it seems
The hopes of what could be
In my dreams candlelight
Reflecting in your eyes
Late summer’s night
Moon on the rise
In my dreams French café
I won’t be afraid
Of what you might say
To my proposal made
Shadows in my dreams
Are silhouettes of you and me
It’s all so real it seems
The hopes of what could be
In my dreams you’re my wife
Times flying by
While we're living life
Just you and I
Shadows in my dreams
Are silhouettes of you and me
It’s all so real it seems
The hopes of what could be
In my dreams
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6. |
Deep Underground
03:28
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Deep Underground
© 2018 By: Lloyd Mark Sutton
Winding trails down by the river,
Smell of a cook’s smoke deep in the woods.
Distant train tracks are a clickety-clacking,
I want to go home if only I could.
For many odd years I’ve been a running,
From all of the things they say I have done.
I’m lonely and tired no shoulder to lean on,
If someone’s to blame I’d be the one.
Full moon a rising over the tree tops,
Ghostly song of a lone hoot owl.
Silent streak of a falling star a falling,
I want to go home but I don’t know how.
Morning comes the trackers a tracking,
Ahead of the first sign of daylight.
Hounds a hunting a scent to follow,
Got a keep moving, got a stay out of sight.
Another day gone and I'm still a standing,
Hold up tonight in an old hobo camp.
On and on this path has no ending,
I want to go home but I know that I can't.
One day my life will finally be over,
They'll carry me off and lay me down.
Will anyone know the truth of my story?
When all that’s left is deep underground.
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7. |
Hey Honey Baby
03:19
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Hey Honey Baby
©2019 By: Lloyd Mark Sutton
Hey honey baby, what’s your name
You’re really driving me insane
Ever since I saw you I've never been the same
You’re so cute with them big green eyes
And that short skirt that shows those thighs
Hey honey baby forget those other guys
After searching all my life
For the perfect little wife
Now I know that you're the one
Come on honey baby let’s have some fun
You can wind me up and toss me on the ground
Twirl me like a top all over town
Hey honey baby I’ll never let you down
You can roll me out and roll me in
I’m your yo-yo, take me for a spin
Come on honey baby let’s do it all over again
After searching all my life
For the perfect little wife
Now I know that you're the one
Come on honey baby let’s have some fun
I’m just a prisoner under your spell
The things you do to me I will never tell
Hey honey baby can you hear those wedding bells
Twenty years have come and went
It’s all that time has been well spent
Hey honey baby you must be heaven sent
After searching all my life
For the perfect little wife
Now I know that you're the one
Come on honey baby let’s have some fun
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8. |
Voice of the Sea
03:50
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Voice of the Sea
©1991 By: Lloyd Mark Sutton
Saltwater breeze it blows your hair on me
As we go walking down by the sea
Waves pound the sand I reach out for your hand
As we go walking down by the sea
The voice of the sea she calls to me
Beckons me day and night
Just like the sea I call to you
I want you to share my life
Clouds in the sky reflecting in your eyes
As we go walking down by the sea
Sun breaking through now it’s just me and you
As we go walking down by the sea
The voice of the sea she calls to me
Beckons me day and night
Just like the sea I call to you
I want you to share my life
Mist in the air caresses your skin so fair
As we go walking down by the sea
Vapors and spray a wonder what you’ll say
As we go walking down by the sea
The voice of the sea she calls to me
Beckons me day and night
Just like the sea I call to you
I want you to share my life
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9. |
Rolling Down the Track
03:28
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Rolling Down the Track
©2019 By: Lloyd Mark Sutton
Sitting in Dallas waiting on a train
We played the Palace, that place is strange
Heading up to Wichita Falls for a little break
I got to see my baby for goodness sake
Jjust want to hear the clickety clack
Of the train rolling down the track
Just want to hear the clickety clack
Of the train rolling down the track
I get home she ain’t there
Well I’m all alone I do declare
I should have called or dropped her a line
Guess I’ve really done it this time
Just want to hear the tappity tap
Of her high heels coming back
Just want to hear the tappity tap
Of her high heels coming back
I head to Toodles for a little drink
But I had oodles till I couldn’t think
They called the law I don’t know why
But when I hit the door they blackened my eye
Then I felt the whackety whack
Of a night stick on my back
Then I felt the whackety whack
Of a night stick on my back
The morning sun shinning in my cell
What I have I done they won’t tell
Judge says guilty and I say what for
He slams his gavel says don’t say no more
Son, I don’t want to hear the yackety yack
Of you talking back
No, don’t want to hear the yackety yack
Of you talking back
Then Dave arrives he pays my fine
I get out barley alive in the nick of time
Head to the station we’re off again
Going to play music with our friends
Just want to hear the clickety clack
Of the train rolling down the track
Just want to hear the clickety clack
Of the train rolling down the track
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Lloyd Mark Sutton Wichita Falls, Texas
Lloyd Mark Sutton is a songwriter from Wichita Falls, Texas. Sutton started writing in the early 80s and continues today with an original blend of eclectic acoustic-Americana-Jazzy-Folk-Rock sounds that tell a story, make you feel good, and carry you away ... more
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