Saturday, April 28, 2012

Troublemaker


When I met her she was dancing
Putting dollar bills away
In a little dive bar down in Athens
Breaking hearts all night and day
Drove up to see her in the city
On the river Tennessee
She wrapped the crowd around her finger
And went to Waffle House with me

She was a troublemaker
What was she going to say
We took a trip to Tucson
She broke my heart along the way

The next time I saw her in a restaurant
Was on the way to Santa Fe
She had these pretty little freckles
Still breaking hearts all night and day
She smiled and leaned across the table
She stole a French fry from my plate
I couldn’t help but only laugh when
She squirted ketchup on my face

She was a troublemaker
What was she going to say
We took a trip to Tucson
She broke my heart along the way

We packed the truck while up in Frisco
She had a pit stop in LA
She said wait here for me baby
There’s not much else that I can say
I took a pill and leaned the seat back
Thought I’d take a little nap
Two hours passed in just an instant
My troublemaker was not back

She was a troublemaker
What was she going to say
We took a trip to Tucson
She disappeared along the way

Now she lives in Indiana
And it’s way too far away
She won’t get on an airplane
Cause of pat downs by the TSA
And road trips with a baby
Are really stressful so they say
But it doesn’t even matter
She’ll never come again to play

She was a troublemaker
What was she going to say
We took a trip to Tucson
She broke my heart along the way

Paul Mize © 2012

Friday, April 27, 2012

Big Hats and Ariats



Wearing jeans and my Ariats
My belt buckle’s as big as a hat
Party hard on a Friday night
We’ll do a shot Then we’ll dance a lot

Paul Mize © 2012

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

The value of actions depends on the courage they require.


Napoleon Hill Foundation

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Hearts Don't Break Even


Got a call from the jail, You said come post your bail
You’d wrecked our new truck, While out getting drunk
When I got to the jail, A guy was in the same cell
He had blood on his nose, From the same wreck I suppose

I shook with a sigh, and wiped a tear from my eye
Was the day that I learned that hearts don’t break even

I said you go to hell, I’m not posting your bail
But you got out of jail and went out raising hell
You rented a car with my credit card
You couldn’t resist all those guy on your list

You were driving real fast that tight curve was your last
Was the day that I learned that hearts don’t break even

I sit here at home, with our daughter alone
She asks when you’ll be back My voice starts to crack
We talked about heaven and angels on high
I shook with a sigh and wiped the tears from her eye

That was the day that she learned that hearts don’t break even
The day that we learned that hearts don’t break even

Paul Mize © 2012

Monday, April 16, 2012

Hearts Don't Break Even


Got a call from the jail, You said come post your bail
You’d wrecked our new truck, While out getting drunk
When I got to the jail, A girl was in the same cell
She had blood on her nose, From the same wreck I suppose

I shook with a sigh, and wiped a tear from my eye
Was the day that I learned that hearts don’t break even.

Paul Mize © 2012