Never Too Late......To Do Nothin' At All
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'57 Buick


Her name was on the internet on the high school classmates page
"Get yourself a life," I thought, grow up, act your age.
But I tapped her out an email, sent it down the line,
She answered in an hour, it took me back in time
To the spring of 1968, I was 17 years old.
I had a '57 Buick, over 40 years ago.

We were high school sweethearts, going to the dance.
The Lovin' Spoonful and the Beatles, dancing close, holding hands.
In the backseat of my Buick she smiled and told me yes.
I think about her often, I wonder how she is.
That's been a lot of years ago and to me she meant the world.
I had a '57 Buick, and a sweet and lovely girl.

We met for lunch in Phoenix near a place we used to go.
The old hangout's gone now it's a mega picture show.
I was in town on business, she was there for life.
She had a hardened look about her, like an old sharecroppers wife.
Her skin was shot to Hell from the sun and cigarettes.
The crystal meth had got her teeth, but hadn't killed her yet.

She said she'd been a waitress since her man been doing time.
She blew a smoke ring toward the ceiling, told me I was looking fine.
She asked if I was married, leaning close across the table.
I said I had a dinner flight headed south to Pescadero.
But it's sure been great to see you, we'll have to stay in touch.
It's been a whole lot of fun, adios and thanks so much.

Back on the beach in Baja thinking 'bout what coulda been.
Thinking 'bout a woman back in Phoenix and her man back in the pen.
Thinking about my life in general, how it's turning out ok.
How it matters what we keep and what we give away.
What we choose to carry with us and what we leave behind.
I left that '57 Buick and that little girl of mine.

Ther'll always be a reason for the things we leave behind.
I left that little girl in Phoenix and that big old car of mine.

It isn't often easy, it isn't often kind.
I left that '57 Buick, and that little girl of mine.

The Devil's Habanero       


She ordered chili verde from the local eatery,
She ordered it picante, just like the locals eat.
She ordered corn tortillas and a cold Dos Equis beer,
She knew her way around the menu like she's born and raised right here.

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But when she took a bite her eyes rolled back and WHOA!
The Devil's habanero pierced her body to her soul.
And it was hot chili, hot, hot chili for her.


Pablanos, jalapenos are about the same to me.
They're green and chili peppers from a bush or from a tree.
They grow them in the huerta, they're picked and served with pride.
They serve them chopped in salsa, or serve them pickled on the side.

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A dinner party with some friends, sushi, rice and Chardonay,
Outside around the table while the daylight slipped away.
A scoop of guacamole wasn't what it looked to be.
Wasabe's what they called it, it was the fires of Hell for me.

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I gasped for air in dumb surprise, I shuddered to my soul.
With desperate panic in my eyes, I struggled for control.
Eyes wide like silver dollars, I choked but couldn't speak.                                        
I fumbled with my beer to slam it down to cool the heat!
And it was hot chili, hot, hot chili for me.


If there's a moral to this story, or a message to this song.
It's when you think you've got it right,  you've got it wrong
And when you're living large and you're talking proud and tall
You'd better gird your loins, man, 'cause the Devil's 'bout to call.
And bringin' hot chili, hot, hot chili for you.

And when you're livin large and you're talkin proud and tall
You'd better gird your loins cause the Devil's about to call
He's bringin hot chili, it's the Devil's chili grande your you.



 
Graduation Day                            


I did a little stretch of government time,
Three years in lockup for the federal crime
Of bringing brownskinned people up north by the shortest way
They're leavin' their homes for the jobs and pay
Passin' southbound Gringos along the way
Their headin' out, headin' south tryin to get away.
I married young, didn't use my brain
I liked the sex didn't mind the pain
Couldn't see the light, I was blinded by the flash.
She had a tongue like a dagger, it was quick and sharp
With each little slip she'd cut me apart
Left me out on the curb right along with last weeks trash.

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And it's just a coupla bad moves made along the way
Just a momentary lack of attention, and another heavy price to pay.
Just another class the tuition ain't free
Just another course in humility   
Just another step down the road to my PhD

I did construction workin' metal by trade
It was feast or famine in the sun or the shade
We built jails and hospitals and secondary schools.
There's somethin' there for everyone you see
If you're like most people you get 2 out of 3
I avoided the one, spent time in the other two.


The roads been rough, it don't seem that long
Some moves I've made were painfully wrong
I had some bad information, but I carried on just the same.
There've been some twists and surprising turns
Unexpected detours, well live and learn
But it's the road I've followed got me to graduation day.


Now I'm living down south on the beach in Mexico
Writing songs and playing music hanging with the people I know.
I like the work, I don't mind the pay
I just might stay here until I slip away
And who knows, it might be another graduation day.
I like the work, I don't mind the pay
I just might stay here until I slip away      
And who knows it might be another graduation day.

 
Ice Cream Sundae


I've got a hard headed woman with a mind of her own
But she's smart and she knows when to leave me alone.
She's got her own way of thinkin' but what the heck
She's always got an answer she's a pain in the neck
But she's sweet and she loves me and tells me I'm cool
She touches my soul and as a rule
She knows when to break out the satin and lace                          
She knows what it takes to keep a smile on my face.


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Life's like a sundae with a cherry on top
It's sweet and it's rich and likely as not
With a little bit of luck ands a lot of suspense
It will all shake out in a way that makes sense.


I've got a sweet guitar that rings when I play.
I've got the sun in the window when I greet the day.
I've got a good cuppa coffee with sugar and cream.
I've got a smile on my face, I think you know what I mean.
I've got a place by the beach keeps the rain offa me.
I've got a car that starts when I turn the key.
I've got the ocean in front and the mountains in back                                    
When I'm countin' my blessings, there's little I lack.

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I've got everything I ever wanted to have,
I've got a coupla good kids callin' me Dad.
I've been livin' the life I've been dreamin' about,
I'm doin' good shit instead of doin' without.
When I'm long in the tooth, and they're callin me home,
I don't want to face it alone.
Just hold me close while I'm slippin' away,
And promise me it's gonna be ok.

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On Getting Older                        

     
A little slower, a little smarter, I can't read without my specs
I can't hear what you said but I think I know what you meant
I got some miles on the chassis, the paints faded and the fenders bent
The motor burns a little oil but it's not done yet
When I was young and tough I could stand the pain
Sweat all day in the sun, sleep out in the rain.                                
Out all nite and settin' the pace, drink you under the table with
style and grace.
Get up in the morning and do it again.

A little softer, a little kinder, as anybody seen my specs?
They're around here someplace but I haven't found 'em yet.
I like a good chair and a good book, I like my sweetie to rub my head.
I get up early, by 10 o'clock I'm in bed.

I went to the doctor, it didn't help          
He said, "Your lucky, at least you got your health".
Was there somethin' I said that he didn't hear
Did I speak too soft, were my words unclear?
He said, "You're getting older but you're not done yet".


A little older, a little bolder, with a little more self respect
I haven't done it all but I'm not finished yet.
I like a warm hug and a soft kiss, I like the mangos when they're
    sweet and fresh.
I like all the pretty girls, but I love my little darlin' best.
I've taken my share of bruises and abusions,
I've left behind some presumptions and illusions
If life is just a game then the winnin's in your min
'Cause we'll all be standing naked at the finish line.


And I've lost a step or two, but I'm feelin' fine
I'm getting better with age by denying my state of decline.
Just getting better with age like a bottle of that 2 Buck
    Chuck Trader Joe's wine.

The Women I Love

                                                        

The woman I love is no damn good, bad job, bad house in a bad neighborhood.
She's got a bad ex husband with jealousy streak, she's got a kid in jail, gettin' out next week!                              
She's got a payday loan that's a month overdue, she's got a broke
    down car and the 3 day flu.
The woman I love is no damn good.
 

The women I love are all bitchy and hard with a head full of anger and a heart full of scars.
And a tongue like a dagger that cuts 'til I bleed, and a smile that makes me weak in the knees.
I can know it, I can see it but it just doesn't help, the women I love are sent straight here from Hell.
The women I love are just no damn good.

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I don't know what, I don't know why, I pick the same kinda women almost every time.
There is one answer that occurs to me, I don't pick them maybe they pick me!

I knew a woman just lovely, she could sing like a bird
She was kind and gentle and she heard every word
I had to say.....lame as they were
She was quick with a smile and she loved me for sure.

There was only one thing that left me feeling flat,
The women I love don't treat me like that.
There was only one thing that left me feeling flat,
The women I love don't love me like that.
There was only one thing left me feeling flat,   
 The women that love me don't love me like that.

Blue Collar Blues

Alarm clock it's still dark it's Folger's in a cup that leaks  
The car's old the heater's broke it's Monday of a 6 day week.
The job sucks, the pay ain't much but all the overtime he can use.
And it's just another day of life slippin' away
From the man with the blue collar blues.


She's got a short fuse but it's no use they don't listen anyway.
She's a tired wife with a hard life three kids and a minimum wage.
She's got a worn down husband no good for nothin'
She dreams about island views.
And it's just another day of life slippin' away
From that woman with the blue collar blues.


The kids are into gangsta rap it's Ice Tea on the loose.
Pierced tongues, their minds numb, their bodies half tattoos.
They got no jobs, my God, they're old enough to be cut loose.
They can figure out a way to be workin' their way
Thru the world with the blue collar blues.


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Blue collar, white collar, ring around the dollar collar
All gonna squeeze you the same.
Horse collar, choke collar, rock you with a shock collar
All gonna rattle your brain.
But you can get loose from the hangman's noose
Or there's a blindfold if you choose.
Or you can find a way to be slippin' away
From the world of the blue collar blues.


The boat's old but the beer's cold ceviche down by the beach.
They're underway, come what may, outbound on a fat beam reach.
They're puttin' it down, they're steppin' away
They're takin' their shot, they're leavin' today.
They're slippin' away from the world of the blue collar blues

                                                                             
Yeah you can find a way to be slippin' away
From the world of the blue collar blues.

Closer to God, Farther From TV

Closer to God, farther from McDonald's
Farther from Walmart, farther from T.V.
Closer to the earth, a little closer to the sea,
Closer to my soul, a little closer to me
Closer to God, a little farther from T.V.


A little house in Pescadero perched on a little hillside,
A little dirt road, but not too little for me.
A million little stars, hanging in the night sky
A million miles of ocean, as far as I can see,
A little closer to my soul, a little closer to me
A little closer to God, a little farther from T.V.


I've got a bunch of good friends, many more than I can name,
They treat me like they love me, I try to do the same.
I've got a good feelin this is right where I oughta be.
Closer to my soul, a little closer to me.
A little closer to God, a little farther from  T.V.


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I've got sunrise on the mountains, sunset on the sea,
Siesta por la tarde, turtles on the beach.
Dinner at Felipe's, the bounty of the sea.
A little closer to God, a little farther from T.V.


It's quiet in the huerta, the wind is in the trees,
The workers in the fields, the surf is on the beach.
I've lost that crazy drumbeat that keeps my soul away from me.
A little closer to my soul, a little closer to me.
A little closer to God, a little farther from T.V.
Mas cerca a Dios, mas cerca a mi.
Mas cerca a Dios, mas cerca a mi.




Cold Shoulder 



I like cold beer and I like iced tea.
When it's cold outside it's fine with me.
I like cool weather, I like cool things,
I like cool dancing like West Coast Swing.
There's only one thing that's too cool for me,
Your cold cold shoulder's too cold for me.

 
When it's hot outside I like to sit in the shade.
I avoid the sun, I sip cold lemonade.
I like cool music like BB King's,
I pick my clothes out like cool's the thing.
I'm a cool cool daddy, but it's plain to see,
Your cold cold shoulder's too cold for me.


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Your cold cold shoulder's giving me the chills.
Your cold cold shoulder won't pay my bills.
Your cold cold shoulder makes  it 'bundantly clear
I'll be catching the southbound outa here.


Your cold cold shoulder give me shiverin' pain,
It's like an arctic wind in the freezing rain.
It makes me feel so down and alone,
It's like frostbite, clean to the bone.
Your cold cold shoulder makes it perfectly clear,
I'll be catching the southbound outa here.
Your cold cold shoulder leaving me no doubt
I'll be packing my things and I'll be checking out.
You might think you got nothing to lose,
But I'm a long gone daddy on a southbound cruise.


Never Too Late To Do Nothing At All


You can push, you can shove, you can scratch and claw
You can swagger to the plate like you're 10 feet tall
Or when the count is full, you can wait for a ball.
 You can take a big swing, take it  for the wall,
With the game on the line, win, lose, or draw,
It's never too late to do nothing at all.

CHORUS
Nothin' at all, nothin' at all
They put the blindfold on ya, turn your back to the wall.
Nothin' at all, nothin' at all                                           
It's never too late to do nothin' at all.


You can go the gym and run for miles at dawn,
Eat organic granola when the feedbag's on.
When you're driving your car, you've got the safety belt on.
If you play your cards right, the grim reaper won't call,
Dementia won't get you, and the market won't fall,
And it's never too late to do nothing at all.

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There's doers and sitters, winners and quitters,
Look you in the eye, just pure bull shitters,
There's no escape, the worlds got a load of them all.
I'm puttin' it down, and I'm steppin' away,
I'll take another shot, just not today
And it's never too late to do nothing at all.

You could slip, you could slide,you could take a big fall,
Or you could shuffle in a daze thru the stores in the mall,
Take a reach for the ring, or pick a reason to stall.
You can change your mind, change your point of view,
You can even change the place you think you're going to,
And it's never too late to do nothing at all.


Had To Go Back

           
 I saw my friend in the bar he was half past drunk, he was drinkin' shots and beers.
I said, "Man watcha doin, you been clean and sober for what..10 months? a year?"
He said, "Yeah, I know and I've been doin doin' fine
But if I can stay straight maybe halfa the time,
I'll be ahead of the game and it's enough to keep my mind clear".
And I had to go back, I had to go back,I had to go back again.
I'm tired of the coffee  I'm tired of the meetings and I'm tired of making amends
It's not the drinking that I miss so much, I'm just tired of missing my friends,
And I had to go back, I just had to go back again.

Outside of the bar I'm out in the cold
I got my collar turned up, I'm havin' a smoke
While my friends are inside, laughin and jokin
I'm shiverin in the dark by the side of the road.
If I had half a brain I'd quit and I've tried
But the half that works about 3/4 fried
And the other half....
It's foldin up under the load.
And I had to go back, I just had to go back, I had to back for more
We used to be cool a bunch of rebel fools
Now I'm just decrepit and old.
Facin death from cancer, coughin and hackin
A social pariah payin 4 bucks a pack
And I had to back, I just had to go back for more.

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Sometimes we do what we do and it seems like it's brains that we lack.
We been tortured and burned, twisted and turned, and still we keep goin back.
It's like we don't have a clue that the things that we do
Just don't make any sense.
It's like every day's a brand new day
I wonder where so many of 'em went.....

So we sat and we drank and we laughed and we talked
Until the subject of women arose.
I said I'm still seeing that tall pretty blonde
Just lovely from her head to her toes.
We been fussin and fightin maybe 2 or 3  years
Seems like every day is either laughter or tears
And I don't know why
I guess it's just how it goes
And I had to go back, I just had to go back, I had to go back for more
I meet a lotta women and they're just not bringin' me
The things I'm lookin' for.
I like to hang out, make out, eat Italian take out
Play guitar 'til my fingers are sore.
And I had to go back, I just had to go back for more.