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 coffees been drunk N my chickens been fed Dew berries and polk salad Ive got gathered before the dawn The waters been fetched N all my choresve been done So up that mountain path Im goin

Cause there aint no better way To spend a day Than with guitar in hand Drinking water off the mountain side

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 wrapem wit foil And I sprinkleem 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 Shes done me right I aint never played her fool When spring rolls round N theres a lot o work to be done Well, ole Sals a good ole mule

Chorus

Well, you folks are my friends, Yall know I been lyin My life aint what it seems I grew up down the bayou way, All that mountain stuffs a dream

But now that I think about it, It aint so bad In fact, its pretty good There's plenty owater here, Plenty ospace Plenty opossums, 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 girls 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 aint 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

4:58

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

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

See those sailors getting on that boat

And them soldiers on a train

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And those airmen and marines all smiling

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Boarding that old plane

Their battle's o'er

Their war is won

Bm

There's no joy they've ever known

Like the happiness that fills their hearts

At the thought of going home

refrain

Going home

Going home

The best part of any journey's

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Just the thought of going home

When you see somebody smiling

Bm

Or hear laughter on a phone

There's someone waiting somewhere else

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

'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

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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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 11

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 12

Well I'll keep on playing this crazy game 'Til my wife finds out and leaves me some day

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