Gord Bamford My Daughter’s Father

I guess it’s human nature

Tuggin’ at my sleeve

That gets me thinking too much

’bout what I’m ‘sposed to be

I keep aiming higher

Like everybody else

Forgetting what I need to be

Is just to be myself

[Chorus:]

It’s not like everybody’s waiting

To see if I’ll go far

It’s not like everybody’s watching

Though sometimes I think they are

I don’t have to change the world

I don’t have to walk on water

All I have to be

Is my daughter’s father

She’s just like her mama

When it comes to me

Couldn’t fool her if I tried to

To her I’ll always be

Nothing more than daddy

And when she says that word

It a wonderful reminder

Of why I’m on this earth

[Repeat chorus]

A man is often measured

By what he does in life

It made mine worth living

When I realized

[Repeat chorus]

Yeah all I have to be

Is my daughter’s father

Gord Bamford Little Cowboys

His little boots, his little chaps

Oh ain’t he looking good

In his little hat

He’s sitting on the gate all starry eyed

He’s here to watch his heroes rope and ride

Little cowboy, here comes the next generation

Hey little cowboys, it might be your record he’s chasing

They keep telling me it’s a dying breed

But I think the future looks bright

So hold on tight

Little cowboy

He’s mama’s boy with his daddy’s grin

He’s a get knocked down and get right back up again

Got some big old dreams for just a little guy

Born and his blood running through his veins it’s the way of life

Little cowboy, here comes the next generation

Hey little cowboys, it might be your record he’s chasing

They keep telling me it’s a dying breed

But I think the future looks bright

So hold on tight

Little cowboy

And pretty soon he’ll be in the shoots giving an eye

Carrying the torch and don’t we all thank God

For little cowboys, here comes the next generation

Hey little cowboys, it might be your record he’s chasing

They keep telling me it’s a dying breed

But I think the future looks bright

So hold on tight

Little cowboy

Little cowboy

Little cowboy

Gord Bamford Day Job

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This danged ol’ day job

It ain’t no thrill

But it makes those ends meet

And pays my bills

I ain’t complaining

But it ain’t right

My old day job

Is ruining my night life

Sometimes I go out on the town

Out with the boys

Throw some cold ones down

We’ll all get crazy

Then I’ll realize

Yeah my old day job

Is ruining my night life

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Hey there’s my bossman

He’s tied one on

And there’s my banker too drunk

To drive back home

Tomorrow morning

Ain’t on their minds

And my old day job

Is ruining my night life

[Repeat chorus]

Yeah my old day job

Gord Bamford Dive Bar

I’ve heard it said that opposites attract

Well her and me well we can vouch for that

People look at her and wonder what the hell she’s thinking

People look at me and say she’s so out of league man

She’s high heels and a Cadillac

I’m an old pair of boots and a truck out back

She’s champagne and caviar

I’m a beer in a dive bar

She likes the warm glow of a candlelight

I like the dim slow flicker of a neon sign

She’s uptown, five star

And me I’m a dive bar

She don’t make me drink her fancy wine

And I don’t ever ask her if she’s down to cast a line

But if it makes her happy I’ll dress up and get my swing going

And she knows I go country crazy when she gets her hang on

She’s high heels and a Cadillac

I’m an old pair of boots and a truck out back

She’s champagne and caviar

I’m a beer in a dive bar

She likes the warm glow of a candlelight

I like the dim slow flicker of a neon sign

She’s uptown, five star

And me I’m a dive bar

Like a John Deer rolling through the city (Woo!)

Like Conway rapping P. Diddy (That’s right)

I’m a southern drawl, an overhaul

She’s silver screen magazine pretty

Well she’s high heels and a Cadillac

I’m an old pair of boots and a truck out back

She’s champagne and caviar

I’m a beer in a dive bar

She likes the warm glow of a candlelight

I like the dim slow flicker of a neon sign

She’s uptown, five star

And me I’m a dive bar

Yeah me I’m a dive bar

Gord Bamford Heroes

First day

high school

being cool was a golden rule

didn’t matter what anyone else would say

New shirts that our mommas’ bought

we were thinking we were mighty hot

my chest sighed

we were feelin like cash was free

undisputed champions of the hallway

And we were all heroes

legends in our own minds

chasing down dreams on friday nights

cruisin’ down the back roads

singin’ to the radio

we were all heroes

you might say

stole the keys to my daddy’s truck

that tough old man

I was pushing my luck

the things you do to impress the boys

with six cold old beer

and three good friends

a George Strait tape that never ends

the starry nights and country girls

no better time in this whole world

We were all heroes

legends in our own minds

chasing down dreams on friday nights

cruisin’ down the back roads

singin’ to the radio

we were all heroes

you might say

And I still think about those days

but we grew up and things changed

We were all heroes

legends in our own minds

chasing down dreams on friday nights

cruisin’ down the back roads

singin’ to the radio

we were all heroes

you might say

You might say

We were all heroes

Gord Bamford Leaning On A Lonesome Song

Borderline crazy. Goin’ out of my mind

She said maybe. She’ll come back in time

Yeah, but lately.. I’m leanin’ on a lonesome song (Leanin’ on a lonesome song)

I’ve been lyin’. (I’ve been lyin’) Been talkin’ to myself

I’ve been dying. (I’ve been dying) Lookin’ around for help

But I’m trying. (But I’m trying) Leanin’ on a lonesome song (Leanin’ on a lonesome song)

Let those twin fiddles sing. Let that steel guitar twang

Pour me something strong, I’m barely hangin’ on

Leanin’ on a lonesome song (Leanin’ on a lonesome song)

It’s in that juke box fillin’ up the room

It’s like pouring whiskey on an open wound

The only thing that helps my heart alone (That helps my heart alone)

Is leanin’ on a lonesome song. (Leanin’ on a lonesome song)

Let those twin fiddles sing. Let that steel guitar twang

Pour me something strong, I’m barely hangin’ on

I’m leanin’ on a lonesome song. (I’m leanin’ on a lonesome song)

Leanin’ on a lonesome song. (Leanin’ on a lonesome song)

Leanin’ on a lonesome song. (Leanin’ on a lonesome song)

Leanin’ on a lonesome song. (Leanin’ on a lonesome song)

Borderline crazy, goin’ out of my mind

She said maybe. (She said maybe) She’ll come back in time.

Gord Bamford Livin’ On Summertime

In the middle of the year

There’s a month stretch

When we let the sun kiss our red necks

On a beach on a lake on a boat in the middle of nowhere

We tune out the work and turn up the [?]

Get lit by the light of a fireball moon

Living and chilling like we don’t have a care

No there ain’t no time like summer time

The only time when time don’t mean a thing

When the days get longer and the drinks get stronger

Even the hands on the clock start to unwind

Livin’ on summertime

Livin’ on summertime

Woo-ooh-ooh

Woo-ooh-ooh

Woo-ooh-ooh

Woo-ooh-ooh

It’s [?] girls in a campfire [?]

I dare you to swing it off a rope

Two fools on a two being drugged by a master craft

Yeah [?] sip the ‘shine, pass that guitar

It don’t matter how good you are

Everybody’s been there and everybody’s done that

No there ain’t no time like summer time

The only time when time don’t mean a thing

When the days get longer and the drinks get stronger

Even the hands on the clock start to unwind

Livin’ on summertime

Livin’ on summertime

No there ain’t no time like summer time

The only time when time don’t mean a thing

When the days get longer and the drinks get stronger

Even the hands on the clock start to unwind

Livin’ on summertime

Livin’ on summertime

Gord Bamford I Said Nothing

I guess we said it all when we said goodbye

Everything that needed saying—we must have said it then

I wondered what I’d do if our paths ever crossed

Last night it happened-there you were again

I didn’t know what to say

So…

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I said nothing

I just stood there for awhile

No words came into my mind

I was tongue-tied as I watched you walk away

So I said nothing

I hope we find that place where everything’s OK

Might take a little while but it’s the best for you and me

First step to moving on is learning to forgive

Second step is letting go—that’s how it ought to be

I guess I ain’t there yet

Cause…

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

Better than something I know that I’ll regret

Some things are better left unsaid

So…

[Chorus]

Gord Bamford Drinkin’ Buddy

Sometimes a guy needs

Someone he can talk to

A good friend he can lean on

When he’s feelin’ down

Someone he can argue with

But still get along

Someone he can hang out with

Till the break of dawn

She’s my drinkin’ buddy

She’s got tight blue jeans

Long blond hair

And she’s a cowboy’s dream

She can knock em back

Shot for shot

like you’ve never seen

What’s even better

is a little bit a later

i might just get lucky

With my drinkin’ buddy

Well there ain’t nothing wrong

With those other kinds of ladies

That sit there with their champagne

Talkin’ girly stuff

Well my girl’s just as likely

To buy a round or three

Tell a down right dirty joke

Sweet as she can be

She’s my drinkin’ buddy

She’s got tight blue jeans

Long blond hair

And she’s a cowboy’s dream

She can knock em back

Shot for shot

Like you’ve never seen

What’s even better

Is a little bit a later

I might just get lucky

With my drinkin’ buddy

Along about mid night

Feeling right

She’ll bat those eyes at me

Plant a big one on my lips

And I’ll know it’s time to leave

With my drinkin’ buddy

She’s got tight blue jeans, uh huh,

Long blond hair

And she’s a cowboy’s dream

She can knock em back

Shot for shot

Like you’ve never seen

What’s even better

Is a little bit a later

I might just get lucky

With my drinkin’ buddy

She’s got tight blue jeans, uh huh,

Long blond hair

And she’s a cowboy’s dream

She can knock em back

Shot for shot

Like you’ve never seen

What’s even better

Is a little bit a later

I might just get lucky

With my drinkin’ buddy

What’s even better

Is a little bit a later

I might just get lucky

Gord Bamford Off The Grid

I been working like a dog and I ain’t talking 9 to 5

Breaking my back for a buck barely getting by

So it’s time I lose the working man blues and forget the day today

And have myself a weekend getaway

I’m going way out there, yeah way out where

No one can get to me

Way down south of sober

Past the edge of sanity

I’m gonna open up a bottle and toss away the lid

Yeah tonight I’m going off the grid

Got half a [?] of wood

And a fire pit right out back

Old Hank and George and Mearle and Jim and Jane

A moonlight guitar, a couple of chords

And a pile of hurting songs

I might sing outta key but I’ll sure sing along

I’m going way out there, yeah way out where

No one can get to me

Way down south of sober

Past the edge of sanity

I’m gonna open up a bottle and toss away the lid

Yeah tonight I’m going off the grid

I’m going way out there, yeah way out where

No one can get to me

Way down south of sober

Past the edge of sanity

I’m gonna open up a bottle and toss away the lid

Yeah tonight I’m going off the grid

Yeah tonight I’m going off the grid

I’m going

Long gone