Trees caught fire, sky turned red;. fish in the river turned up dead.. Water still rising, no sign of a storm;. the sun don't shine to keep us warm.. I sent a prayer, a prayer up to the Lord,.
I'm just a man making my way. Sometimes a sinner, sometimes a saint. I carry on, do the best I can. But still I struggle with who I am. . Soul searching.
When I was young when I was brave. You took my hand and I took your name. Together we walked. Into the night. Side by side. Under the moonlight. . I had my doubts.
On a starry night, down in Virginia. . I fell in love with a blue eyed girl. . Her kiss was warm, her touch was tender. . The sweetest one in all the world.
City sidewalks, busy sidewalks.. . Dressed in holiday style. . In the air. . There's a feeling. . of Christmas. . Children laughing. . People passing.
Please send some snow. Some snow for Johnny. He wants to build. A big snowman. . It was a week just before Christmas. Way down in Louisiana. A little boy was kneeling by his bed.
Silver and gold, silver and gold. Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold. How do you measure its worth?. Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth. . Silver and gold, silver and gold.
Silver and gold, silver and gold. Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold. How do you measure its worth?. Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth. . Silver and gold, silver and gold.
I just came back from a lovely trip along the Milky Way. Stopped off at the North Pole to spend a holiday. I called on dear old Santa Claus. To see what I could see.
Standing by my Christmas tree,. Wishing you were here with me,. The snow is falling everywhere,. But it's not okay that you're not there.... . Lonely footprints in the snow,.
Special guest vocalist, Mike's dad: Bob McCormick. (Mike's dad appears courtesy of Mike's mom). . There once was a time when the country was wide. A time before cars and planes and minivans. So, to move things from one place to the other, the railroad was built. But it just didn't up and build itself. Nope, it was built by the railroad men. And among these men was a man among men among men among men among men among men, a man as tall as the sky and as wide as the land. A man who could lay track faster than anyone else could run. A man with the strength of ten men. His name was John Henry, and I'm not gonna sing about him. No, I'm gonna sing about a lesser know figure, one who doesn't deserve a song. A man as lazy as a thousand men. A man who could barely raise his own body off the ground. A man who was barely a man at all. His name was Mike McCormick..
When I joined a band I thought my life was pretty cool. We'd stay in hotels with room service and pools. Sign body parts for fans. Check into rehab and smash up the van.
Can't think of anything to sing about. Not much out there to sing about. The world's okay, the weather's fine. No need to sing about that. . I'll sing about.
Let me tell you a story about scary Ned. Scariest guy to ever wet a bed. He had hands on his arms and eyes on his head. But they weren't his. . He'd go down to the market and try to scare the fish.
As a little boy I dreamed of playing Rock and Roll. Playing in stadiums with every ticket sold. Seven figure income from a six string guitar. Dating gorgeous women and drivin' custom cars.
Santa's coming and he's gonna kick your ass. he's gonna kick your ass. he's gonna kick your ass. Santa's coming and he's gonna kick your ass. 'cause you've always been a rotten little brat.