THOM PARROTT, SONGWRITER

lyrics to Thom's songs on the People's Entertainment Project
CD/MP3 by Cabin Lance and Thom Parrott
NO FRILLS

Shove Your Dress Code
Vernon McCall
The Uppers And Downers Blues
I Never Dreamed
New Heartache
Steel String Queen
Hippy Time


SHOVE YOUR DRESS CODE
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1982 by Thom Parrott, BMI

It sits inside of the clubs front door,
Saying what you can and can't wear on the floor.
It's got a big wooden frame and its covered with glass.
It's got a full guarantee to be a pain in the ass.
You can shove your dress code. Shove your dress code.
You can shove your dress code clear on out of sight.

You can't wear no sneakers. Can't wear no chains.
You can't wear no jeans unless they got a big name.
No Harley buckles. No black tee shirts.
No tears. No patches. No slogans. No dirt.
You can shove your dress code. Shove your dress code.
You can shove your dress code clear on out of sight.

We understand you've got a business to run,
But if you weren't so tense you'd have a lot more fun.
Back in the Sixties we read you our rights,
But if you need another lesson, we're ready to fight, and
You can shove your dress code. Shove your dress code.
You can shove your dress code clear on out of sight.

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VERNON McCALL
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1982 by Thom Parrott, BMI

Vernon McCall had both diabetes
And epilepsy to choke off his years
And an acre of forest the pine merchants wanted
Saying "Vernon move out, we want the land clear."

Vernon McCall lived in an old trailer
On land that his father had owned there for years
But the Forestry Service changed all the boundaries
Saying "Vernon move out, we want the land clear."

Vernon McCall was away doing odd jobs
When Danny Hile came with a tractor and gear
And dug a big hole and buried the trailer
Saying "Vernon move out, we want the land clear.

Vernon had things that were left from his mother
And from his two brothers who had died the last year
But they were all buried by the government tractor
With its "Vernon move out, we want the land clear.

Vernon McCall, he took his loss badly
He was bad to the whisky, his mind wasn't clear
One night he fell down and passed out in the highway
With "Vernon, move out" ringing loud in his ears.

The car came a-driving the dark curving roadway
Saw Vernon too late there even to veer
Now Vernon lies buried and free from the taunting
Of "Vernon, move out, we want the land clear."

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THE UPPERS AND THE DOWNERS BLUES
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1982 by Thom Parrott, BMI

I watched those pills get to you til they stole a-way your soul,
And where you had a heart as big as God's they left a hole.
Somehow love and happiness were things you could not use.
You gave the folks who love you one bad case of the uppers and the downers blues.

Somewhere in that body is one of the God's great souls,
But since you got back to poppin' pills, it hardly ever shows.
All the friends you left behind are prayin' hard for you,
Cause you gave the folks who love you one bad case of the uppers and the downers blues.

The uppers and the downers blues.
The uppers and the downers blues.
You gave the folks who love you one bad case
Of the uppers and the downers blues.

All the words you said to me that made me want to walk,
I know it wasn't you, girl, it was the pills I was hearin' talk.
And I'd have got you out of my mind a long time ago, its true,
But you gave me such a bad case of the uppers and the downers blues.

The uppers and the downers blues.
The uppers and the downers blues.
I never knew that it could be so hard to lose...
The uppers and the downers blues.

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I NEVER DREAMED
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1982 by Thom Parrott, BMI

I never dreamed, when I awoke with you, that I would lay back down alone,
But before the day was thru, the word came you were gone.
I sent my friends to talk to you. I sent my family too.
But each of them reported back that they could not get thru.

The wedding song I wrote for you, it was only yesterday.
It seemed to make you happy then, but now you've gone away.
The man who took you out of here has strangled up your mind.
But think about the gentle love of him you left behind.

I'll survive, I have before, but may the Gods forbid again,
And I will try, as you have asked, to simply be your friend.
I cannot say that I will wait forever for you dear,
But if I wait a day or two you know I'll wait a year.

It was on the Eve of Candlemas, when each alone must stand,
We burn the past, we start anew, we learn to live with pain.
Ah, Becky, darling, Evenstar, you're the first glow in my sky.
I never dreamed, when I awoke with you, that you could make me cry.

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NEW HEARTACHE
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1982 by Thom Parrott, BMI

I'm working on a new heartache, baby don't you pay me no mind.
You don't want to get yourself a big stake in what I'm hoping to find.
I'm working on a new heartache. I'm working on a new heartache. I'm working on a new heartache.

I'm working on a new heartache, baby don't you refuse.
You got a lot of what it will take to give me a bad case of the blues.
I'm working on a new heartache. I'm working on a new heartache. I'm working on a new heartache.

I'm working on a new heartache, baby won't you come over here.
You can give me your emotional outtakes but you better not get too near.
I'm working on a new heartache. I'm working on a new heartache. I'm working on a new heartache.

I'm working on a new heartache, baby please don't you refuse.
You got a lot of what it will take to give me a beautiful case of the blues.
I'm gonna write a lot of songs about you, baby, when you're gone.
I'm working on a new heartache. I'm working on a new heartache. I'm working on a new heartache.

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STEEL STRING QUEEN
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1982 by Thom Parrott, BMI

If home is where the heart is, the stage is home to me
And you who listen to my songs become my family
But when the evenings over and everybody leaves
I have to turn my back upon what feels like home to me.

So if you catch me looking lonely, girl, I'm sorry
Please believe its nothing that you lack
If you catch me looking lonely, girl, I'm sorry
But the need to sing and my steel string queen will always call me back.

If lovers are the ones who take you just the way you are
Then I have never known a love as true as my guitar
She has the patience of a saint, the stature of a queen
And what my fingers give to her, her strings return to me.

So if you catch me looking lonely, girl, I'm sorry
Please believe its nothing that you lack
If you catch me looking lonely, girl, I'm sorry
But the need to sing and my steel string queen will always call me back.

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HIPPY TIME
words & music by Thom Parrott
Copyright 1982 by Thom Parrott, BMI

We said maybe Monday, or Wednesday perhaps
Then we showed up Tuesday -- well, that was where it was at.
You said that we missed it, a day more or less
So we kicked back and smiled and said give it a rest.
Hippy time. Hippy time. Hippy time.

I'll be back in an hour I told them a five
About seven-thirty I finally arrived
But nobody got tense, nobody was sore
Cause they'd been on hippy time since their feet hit the floor.
Hippy time. Hippy time. Hippy time.

If the words that I'm saying don't make any sense
Just think of a clock as a kind of a fence
Cutting off pieces of the life you would lead
If you want your freedom try singing with me:
Hippy time. Hippy time. Hippy time.

If you've got a minute I could tell you some more
She said come on in so I passed thru her door
Late the next morning when she opened her eyes
Said "That was a hell of a minute" I said "Are you really surprised."
Hippy time. Hippy time. Hippy time.

Cabin said Thom "Let's go for a walk"
Its such a nice day, maybe go for a walk
So we strolled across Central and we rolled up some smoke
And for a couple of hours we just swapped songs and toked.
Hippy time. Hippy time. Hippy time.

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THOM PARROTT, SONGWRITER
lyrics to Thom's songs on the People's Entertainment Project CD/MP3 by Cabin Lance and Thom Parrott NO FRILLS
Shove Your Dress Code // Vernon McCall // The Uppers And Downers Blues // I Never Dreamed
New Heartache // Steel String Queen // Hippy Time


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