1. Ain't No Better Way © 2010 John Sobert Sylvest - BMI
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Patrick Sylvest: Lead Vocals, Guitar, Acoustic Slide Guitar, Dobro, Lap Steel, Mandolin
John Sylvest: Author/Composer
Matthew Sylvest: Upright Bass
Fritz Meyers: Banjo
Randi Walsh: Strings, Backing Vocals
Bright ‘n early, every morning, I rise up out my bed
N before the sun comes up, My coffee’s been drunk
N my chickens been fed
Dew berries and polk salad I’ve got gathered before the dawn
The water’s been fetched ‘N all my chores’ve been done
So up that mountain path I’m goin’
Cause there ain’t no better way
To spend a day
Than with guitar in hand
Drinking water off the mountain side
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2. And livin’ off the land
Now, when my family gets tired Of eating greens
I go out and shoot'em A couple oppossums
I tie 'em to a log And I wrap’em wit’ foil
And I sprinkle‘em Wit’ the wildwood blossoms
I stick ’m in the ground covered wit’ fire
'Til it smells mighty good Three hours later
I pull it all up
Throw away the possums And I eat the wood
Chorus
Now I got an ole gal I just love to bathe with
Down in Johnson's Creek I rub ‘er gently
From her head to her tail While her praises
I do speak
‘Cause down through the years She’s done me right
I ain’t never played her fool When spring rolls ‘round
‘N there’s a lot o’ work to be done Well, ole Sal’s a good ole mule
Chorus
Well, you folks are my friends, Y’all know I been lyin’
My life ain’t what it seems
I grew up down the bayou way, All that mountain stuff’s a dream
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3. But now that I think about it, It ain’t so bad
In fact, it’s pretty good
There's plenty o’water here, Plenty o’space
Plenty o’possums, ‘n Plenty o’ wood
Chorus
And that city livin’ Down in Galliano
It sure beats the rural life
They got a lot more women than the gal down the road
That you can choose from to be your wife
And all the girl’s down the bayou got long black hair
‘N brown eyes (Well, sometimes green)
‘N my woman keeps me happy
‘Cause she loves me half as good
As she can cook the French cuisine
‘Cause there ain’t no better way
To spend a day
Than with guitar in hand
Drinkin’ water from a cistern from the big blue sky and growin’ sugar on the delta land
Eskimo Kiss Waltz © 2010 John Sobert Sylvest - BMI
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4. Patrick Sylvest: Lead Vocals, Guitar, Acoustic Slide Guitar, Dobro, Lap Steel, Mandolin
John Sylvest: Author/Composer
Jodi James: Backing Vocalist
Randi Walsh: Strings, Upright Bass
I remember when I first saw you
I was singing and you crossed the room
'Fore I knew it, we were hugging and your nose touched my nose
I still love when your nose rubs my nose
I suppose that it's just how it goes
Like the snow melts or when the wind blows
You were newborn in the cradle and my nose touched your nose
How I cried when your nose touched my nose
Chorus
Life's full of laughter, life's full of tears
Our share of pain and joy down through the years
Like rain in the summer, like thorns on a rose
Everyone learns that's just how it goes
And everything's better when nose touches nose
Your mother, she'd light up our days
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5. She blessed us in so many ways
As we watched her take her last breath and your nose touched her nose
How we cried when your nosed touched her nose
I suppose that it's just how it goes
Like the snow melts or when the wind blows
From the cradle to your first love to your very last breath
Life is better when nose touches nose
Chorus
Going Home © 2010 John Sobert Sylvest - BMI
D G
See those sailors getting on that boat
A D
And them soldiers on a train
Bm F#m
And those airmen and marines all smiling
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6. G A A7
Boarding that old plane
D
Their battle's o'er
G
Their war is won
A Bm
There's no joy they've ever known
G A
Like the happiness that fills their hearts
G A D
At the thought of going home
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7. refrain
D G
Going home
A
Going home
D G
The best part of any journey's
A A7
Just the thought of going home
D G
When you see somebody smiling
A Bm
Or hear laughter on a phone
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8. G A
There's someone waiting somewhere else
G A D
And that somewhere else is home
See those purple martins gathering
On the shores of Pontchartrain
And swallows circling in the sky
Before diving in the cane
Their nesting chores all over now
It's getting near time to roam
But don't let their roaming fool ya
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9. 'Cause it's all about going home
refrain
There's frosting on the window pane
And a chill now in the air
And geese in flight across the moon
As it rises over there
There are bonfires on the levee
See those big tall wooden cones
Choirs are practicing their carols
You can bet people are going home
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10. refrain
At the end of this life's journey
There's a certain joy I'm told
That surpasses all the aches and pains
And thoughts of growing old
When the strife is o'er
And the battle's won
There's no better comfort known
Than the consolation in the heart
That's fixed on going home
Going home Going home
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11. The best part of any journey's
Just the thought of going home
When you see somebody smiling
Or hear laughter on a phone
There's someone waiting somewhere else
And that somewhere else is home
Should I ever see you again © 2010 John Sobert Sylvest - BMI
Should I ever see you again
I can only imagine the joy in my heart
At the sight of your beautiful face
I can't even imagine the way it would feel
To be again in your loving embrace
The last time I held you so tight in my arms
And gazed deeply into your sweet eyes
Was the last time I had a good spring in my step
A light-heart here instead of these sighs
They say the blues are the roots, all the rest is the fruits
Very sweet poetry can come from our pain
But what words I could write for the song I could sing
If I could ever be with you again
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12. Oh the lyrics I'd pen
For the song in my heart
Should I ever see you again
Should you see this my love, be told 'bout this verse
Hear this song on the radio
You know where to find me, I'm in the same place
I was when you left to go
To go somewhere else for reasons you knew
But reasons you never would say
Should you ever return, though, we'd pick right back up
From where we were yesterday
They say the blues are the roots, all the rest is the fruits
Very sweet poetry can come from our pain
But what words I could write for the song I could sing
If I could ever be with you again
Oh the lyrics I'd pen
For the song in my heart
Should I ever see you again
The Love Game © 2010 John Sobert Sylvest - BMI
I found me a way to play the love game
Without hurting and feelin' no pain
Well love her and hold her
But only one night
And then kiss her and don't see her again
Take for a ride in the dark
Take her for a stroll in the park
Love her but then leave her alone
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13. Well I'll keep on playing this crazy game
'Til my wife finds out and leaves me some day
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