Cause Freedom Isn't Free

Woke up in the morning a foxhole for a bed

I grabbed my Kevlar helmet and put it on my head

I read my daily bible verse and said a little prayer

For my little son with his blonde and golden hair

It wasn’t all that long ago he sat upon my knee

He looked me in the eye and asked Dad can’t you stay with me

I struggled with an answer and said what I believe

Son I fight for freedom, Cause Freedom isn’t free

Then I did the daily things I cleaned my M-16

Had a bite to eat from a brand new MRE

Thought about the game I knew I couldn’t see

Then my captain said you’re going home on leave

He looked just like his momma played like me insane

He hit a walk off homer to win his team the game

I hugged him tight felt so right it was meant to be

He’s why I fight for freedom, Cause freedom isn’t free

Six months go by new orders say I have another tour

They said this is the last one but I’m not really sure

Cause in my arms a young boy gives up his one last breath

It was an IED that took him to his death

Now I’m at home but my mind’s alone my boy sits next to me

Dad I saw the photo with that boy nestled in your chest

I don’t know what happened I know you gave your best

Dad you know you’ve got to fight for freedom, Cause freedom isn’t free

My son is why I fight for freedom, Cause freedom isn’t free

He’s why I fight for freedom, Cause freedom isn’t free

Paul Mize © 2012

Your Tiny Toes (Teaser)

I held you tight and touched your button nose

You helped me smile with your tiny toes

Now you’re my girlfriend you’re three years old,

You grab my finger and you won’t let go

And on your birthday it’s just you and me

We’ll put some flowers where your Momma sleeps

Oh I can’t forget your perfect tiny toes

Or the first time I touched your button nose

And on your first day in school

Sweetheart don’t forget the golden rule

We spread peanut butter on some bread

And added jelly just like you said

You thought it was an awesome snack

And said, “Dad, I love you’ve got my back”

I can’t forget your perfect tiny toes

Or the first time I touched your button nose

Now, I’m gonna be a Daddy Scout

It’s hard with just little girls about

I don’t mind selling cookies

Wouldn’t you like to try Little League

You slammed a triple and won the game

You were already in my Hall of Fame

And on your birthday it’s just you and me

We’ll put some flowers where your Momma sleeps

Oh I can’t forget your perfect tiny toes

Or the first time I touched your button nose

© 2012 Paul Mize

Cause Freedom Isn't Free

Woke up in the morning a foxhole for a bed

I grabbed my Kevlar helmet and put it on my head

I read my daily bible verse and said a little prayer

For my little son with his blonde and golden hair

It wasn’t all that long ago he sat upon my knee

He looked me in the eye and asked Dad can’t you stay with me

I struggled with an answer and said what I believe

Son I fight for freedom, Cause Freedom isn’t free

Then I did the daily things I cleaned my M-16

Had a bite to eat from a brand new MRE

Thought about the game I knew I couldn’t see

Then my captain said you’re going home on leave

He looked just like his momma played like me insane

He hit a walk off homer to win his team the game

I hugged him tight felt so right it was meant to be

He’s why I fight for freedom, Cause freedom isn’t free

Six months go by new orders say I have another tour

They said this is the last one but I’m not really sure

Cause in my arms a young boy gives up his one last breath

It was an IED that took him to his death

Now I’m at home but my mind’s alone my boy sits next to me

Dad I saw the photo with that boy nestled in your chest

I don’t know what happened I know you gave your best

Dad you know you’ve got to fight for freedom, Cause freedom isn’t free

My son is why I fight for freedom, Cause freedom isn’t free

He’s why I fight for freedom, Cause freedom isn’t free

Paul Mize © 2012

You cannot sweat the small stuff

Bumps in life can be rough

Life's not about the falling down

It’s all about the rebound

Paul Mize © 2012

Hanging out with Dixie

I met her while I was in Athens town

She was a waitress at the Town and Gown

She had really great looking legs

Her bubble butt would sway her mini-dress

I miss doing it

I miss hanging out with Dixie

Asked her out maybe thirty times

She was worth every phone call dime

Really tried gave my best

Thanked the Lord when I got a yes

I’ll be doing it

I’ll be hanging out with Dixie

We went to tailgate at a Bulldog game

Sunday morning brunch and champagne

Driving home would be sixty miles

All I remembered was a Dixie smile

I miss doing it

I miss hanging out with Dixie

Asked her if I could stay till Monday

We’ll see a movie then I’ll go away

You I know I bet we’ll have a blast

Then Monday morning you can go  to class

I was doing it

I was hanging out with Dixie

We would go and play in Ric’s hot tub

He’d try and watch us do the rub-a-dub

She always thought I was just a flirt

It might be true anyway it hurt

I miss doing it

I miss hanging out with Dixie

She had some tickets went to Chastain Park

Holding hands kissing in the dark

She had such a cutie pretty face

I should have took her to the Steeplechase

I messed up doing it

I wasn’t hanging out with Dixie

Then I heard she was in love again

That means I’m gonna lose another friend

I had to meet him at a Bulldog game

I knew that things would never be the same

I miss doing it

I miss hanging out with Dixie

She tried to share me with her high school friend

It’s how we found out she was lesbian

Took me to her beach house on a holiday

I was just a beard so that she could play

I miss doing it

I miss hanging out with Dixie

There was a rumor Dixie’s feeling low

The words hit me like a body blow

They say she was drinking whiskey now

Think I’ll call her on the phone somehow

I miss doing it

I miss hanging out with Dixie

Now she’s living in Sandy Springs

To hear her smile is a pretty thing

Won’t have to ask her thirty times

Says she really likes my rhymes

I’ll be doing it

I’ll be hanging out with Dixie

Yeah hanging out with Dixie

Just hanging out with Dixie

Paul Mize © 2012

Jennifer in Georgia

First day of school I was really shy,

I was a stranger the brand new guy

Didn’t have a clue what to say

Felt like I was made of clay

The day I met Jennifer, Jennifer in Georgia

She was the cutest girl in fourth grade

During recess we'd share some lemonade

She’d shake her hair and it would touch my desk

Don’t you know I was so impressed

With Jennifer, Jennifer in Georgia

Phone calls then were just a dime

We always talked on a party line

Watching Dark Shadows after school

Hope I don’t sound like a fool

Talking with Jennifer, Jennifer in Georgia

Met one day at the church picnic

Slipped away down to the crick

Remember how you held my hand

Made me feel just like a man

Kissed Jennifer, Jennifer in Georgia

Same home room while in high school

Cutting on a frog breaking all the rules

Sure am lucky cause I’m living a dream

Hanging out with the high school queen

With Jennifer, Jennifer in Georgia

Cheering on the team in the fall twilight

Her hair was shining bright in the bonfire light

Broke my leg so I missed my chance

To hold you tight at the football dance

With Jennifer, Jennifer in Georgia

Sitting on the hood of my coach’s car

Sipping moonshine from a Mason jar

Talking bout all the pretty girls in school

Hope I’m not sounding like a fool

‘Bout Jennifer, Jennifer in Georgia

We graduated and went away

You to nursing school and me to LA

You’ve got the magic touch

Me I hang around just writing such

Missing Jennifer, Jennifer in Georgia

I was running lines like I should

While walking down a street in Hollywood

Saw a pretty girl getting off the bus

She didn’t understand why I made a fuss

Wasn’t Jennifer, Jennifer in Georgia

I still remember the first day

When we met in fourth grade

The way your hair touched my desk

Even now I’m impressed

With Jennifer, Jennifer in Georgia

Impressed with Jennifer,

Jennifer in Georgia

Paul Mize © 2012

Jennifer in Georgia (Verse 1)

She was the cutest girl in fourth grade

During recess we would share Kool-Aid

She’d shake her hair and it would touch my desk

Let me tell you I was so impressed

Talking about Jennifer, Jennifer in Georgia

Paul Mize © 2012