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Honeybee
03:32
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On the day that my old man was born
He couldn't realize his world was torn
A Great Depression lay up 'round the bend
His dad worked all night just to make amends
Worked himself to the bone just to make amends
On the day that my old man turned three
He learned a bitter lesson of the honeybee
It was a wound he’d carry just like a stone
Looking for sweetness coming from the honeycomb
Looking for sweetness coming from the honeycomb
On the day my old man turned 16
He'd come to know that he was thought unclean
Had to drink is water from a different well
Some folks cursed his young bitter soul to hell
Some folks cursed his young bitter soul
And when I think of my old man
I know I failed to understand
Anything of his heavens or his hells
‘Cause me I was a rebel son
A wicked wit a wild tongue
It’d sure be nice if I could speak to him right now
Maybe work it out somehow
On the day my old man first held me
He had a nervous smile and a tear-stained cheek
Prayed to God that maybe he could make things right
Bring some sweetness here to this newborn life
Bring some sweetness here to this newborn life
Well I'm older now I think I understand
The bitterness that ate at my old man
Seems the wound he got was handed down to me
Got that same old lesson from the honeybee
Got that same old sting from the honeybee
Seems that my old man was a lot like me
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Not The Best
04:21
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My old mom, she was a good old mom
Did the best that she could do
Raising two boys all by herself
In the world that can be cruel
What's a lady to do
Circumstance didn't make her plans
She told it what to do
Touched this world with her healing hands
Painting sunshine on the blues
She could make your smile come through
Well me I'm not the best at all in making old things new
But I can take this here guitar and share a little sunshine with you
My old man he was a good old man
Cooked a mean red bean and rice
Stirred up things in the kitchen
Sure knew how to use that spice
Yeah it's true . . . he sure knew a thing or two
Now me I'm not the best at all when it comes to making stew
But I can take this here guitar and cook up a little tune for you
We all got our blessings
In spite of circumstances
We all got that thing that we can do
No sense in comparing
It's better if we're sharing
I'll be me and you be you
Now my brother I think he got it all
It's enough to make you swear
Good looks, good at sports, good car, nice job
I don't think it's fair . . .yes it's true
He could share his charm with you
Now me I'm not the best when it comes to playing ball
I hope you can find some kind of healing in these songs
It might be best to go out to grab a bite or two
But I think it's best I must confess
If I simply played a song for you
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I have climbed the highest mountain
I have run through the fields only to be with you
Only to be with you
I have run, I have crawled,
I have scaled these city walls, these city walls
Only to be with only to be with you
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire, this burning desire
I have spoke with the tongues of angels
I have held the hand of the devil
It was warm in the night, I was cold as a stone
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
I believe in the Kingdom Come / Where all the colors they will bleed into / bleed into one
And yes I’m still running / You broke the bonds and you loosed my chains / Carried the cross and all my shame / All my shame / you know I believe it / But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
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If I was a smarter man
I would‘ve made a better plan
One that I could understand - but hey
I prob’ly wouldn’t be here
With all this goodness so near
So I look around, smile remove my frown
And say it’s alright, yeah it’s alright
If I was a braver then
I probly woulda took a stand
Even though he was a big ole boy . . but hey
We all reap what we sow
Karma come around knockin’ at your door
So I look around, see what’s goin’ down
And say it’s alright, yeah it’s alright
The sun is shining on these shades of gray
And I can see blue skies even when it rains
Healing comes when you been through pain
And circumstance always gonna change
Don’t have a lotta money
Don’t want a lotta fame
Man, I met me some good friends
Travelin’ on the way
I’m mindin’ my Ps & Qs
Crack a smile even with the blues
And I look around, even in this town
And say that it’s alright, yeah it’s alright
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Joey McGee Bryan, Texas
Joey McGee is a Texas-based songwriter currently living in the Brazos Valley. A New Orleans native, his music is infused
with a unique blend of soul, country, rock, blues - and a good dose Creole-Cajun spice!
The songwriter performs both solo and with his band. Currently, he is planning to hit the road with his latest album - Terlingua Taproot - which was released at the top of 2017.
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