Gord Bamford Come Over Here

I don’t just need you—I don’t just want you

I can’t put what I’m feeling into words

Every time I’m with you I try to tell you

I wanna say it in a way you’ve never heard

[Chorus]

But if you let me hold you—I can show you

More than anything I’d whisper in your ear

With my hands, with my lips

With my tender fingertips–

Come over here

I ain’t no poet—I ain’t no Shakespeare

So who am I to try to outdo that

Sweet love letters wouldn’t be no better

Ink on paper just ain’t where it’s at

[Chorus]

But if you let me hold you–I can show you

What nothing I could write you would come near

With my hands, with my lips

With my tender fingertips

Come over here

[Bridge]

Baby—don’t get me wrong

If I could I’d sweet talk you all day long

[Repeat First Chorus]

If you let me hold you…

Gord Bamford Years Ago Last Night

I think we’re past it

Over the sad times

At least I’m hoping

We’ve made it right

And I can’t wait

Until tomorrow

When the darkness seems like

Years ago last night

[Chorus:]

These tears will fade away

And broken hearts will heal

We’ll wake up in each other’s arms

Make love until it feels like

Years ago last night

Years ago last night

Sweet forgiveness

Is part of living

And it’s one thing

You can’t love without

So let the sunset

On this chapter

Our love story

Never was in doubt

[Instrumental verse]

[Repeat chorus]

Years ago last night

Gord Bamford She Looks Good In It

Put her in a baseball cap and an old pair of wranglers

She looks good in an open cab of a John Deere tractor

She looks good in a date night dress and a long string of pearls

She blows my mind and rocks my world

Love, love, love, love, love

She looks good in it

Love, love, love, love, love

She looks good in it

Tangled in the morning sheets on a summer Sunday

She looks good in a sunrise kitchen flipping pancakes

She looks good bringing moonlight [?] dipping back in style

Neck deep in the water, nothing on but smile

Love, love, love, love, love

She looks good in it

Love, love, love, love, love

She looks good in it

On the back porch swing just sipping red wine

Cuddle up close with her lips on mine

Love, love, love, love, love

She looks good in it

Love, love, love, love, love

She looks good in

Love, love, love, love, love

She looks good in

Love, love, love, love, love

She looks good in it

She looks good in it

She looks good in it

Gord Bamford Kids

They ask you where do babies come from

A thousand who what where and how comes

Stare at you like you’re dumb

When you make up the answers

They can make a horse from a chocolate lab

Turn your car into a taxi cab

For junior pro quarterbacks

And tiny ballet dancers

Ain’t they a trip…kids

Imagine life without toy trains

Disneyworld and finger paint

Bed time stories, good night kisses

Blowin’ birthday candle wishes

And bein’ what we’d like to be again…kids

Some have it all, some don’t have a chance

And some look up at life without a mom or dad

Live with a choice they never had

Born in that situation

But everyone of them is a gift from god

Whether anybody ever tells ’em or not

One of a kind little snapshot

Of his imagination and they’re all his…kids

And they need heroes just like us

A little patience and a lotta love

Bedtime stories good night kisses

Blowin’ birthday candle wishes

Time to be what they’ll never be again…kids

They all pick up where we leave off

Take that torch and carry on

Live the lessons that we taught

Draw up a future tomorrow is…kids

From a twinkle in love’s eye

To their first fresh breath of life

Bed time stories, good night kisses

Blowin’ birthday candle wishes

Time will never fly that fast again

They’ll always be the best thing that we did…kids

Gord Bamford That’s What Grandpas Do

Got an 8 x 10 of me and him, when I was about nine

The game was over; I was on his shoulders by the 50 yard line

He was a tall and lean proud marine with a faded green tattoo

Always had my back when I ticked-off dad ’cause that’s what grandpas do

From 55 to 65 I watched his hair turn grey

And the only time I saw him cry was the Sunday I got saved

From turnin’ a wrench to fixin’ fence, and pickin’ me up at school

To bein’ my best friend – that’s what grandpas do

He taught me how to drive, and how to survive in the woods if I got lost

And the older I get the more I see I’m a chip off a chip off his old block

He taught me how to tie a tie, put an edge on a knife, and how to sight in my 22

How to do unto others, ’cause that’s what grandpas do

He taught me not to be lazy, open doors for ladies, and look a man in the eye

Think before you speak, pray before you eat, and how to choke down your pride

He gave me my last name, this cross on this chain, and my first Red Man chew

So don’t tell your grandma boy ’cause that’s what grandpas do, yeah!

From an old Chevelle, out there raisin’ hell to quotin’ from King James

From Superman to barely can remember his own name

They go from an old jon boat with a fishin’ pole to a hospital room

Better love ’em while you can, man, ’cause that’s what grandpas do

You’d better love ’em while you can, ’cause that’s what grandpas do

Gord Bamford Unreal

She’s like a drop of rain

From a clear blue sky

When my throat is dry

She’s like a tall glass full of love

Or a palomino flying through the clouds

With both her arms around

My heart, she can turn a bad day into dust

She’s unreal

So out of this world

Unreal

So down to earth

So good for me

So wide, so deep

Her love

The way it makes me feel

She’s unreal

She’s like a honeysuckle

Blooming in the snow

A warm kiss in the cold

In the shade of a purple moon

When I trip and fall

She always has my hand

Right there when I land

When I’m down

She’s a run to my rescue

She’s unreal

So out of this world

Unreal

So down to earth

So good for me

So wide, so deep

Her love

And the way it makes me feel

She’s unreal

She’s like waking up in a dream

Walking around in my sleep

A touch of heaven, totally surreal

She’s unreal

Unreal

She’s so good for me

So wide, so deep

Her love

The way it makes me feel

She’s unreal

Unreal

Gord Bamford Breakfast Beer

Midnight turned into 2 and to 3

And a 4 hours sleep ain’t right

We’ve got things to do, places to see

And fun to be had tonight

So bring us eggs over easy

Make that bacon greasy

Is that the hair of the dog that I hear

It’s 10 am on this ocean pier

And I’m sippin’ on breakfast beer

Breakfast beer it’ll kill a hangover

Tip it on back so you don’t get sober

Add a little clam and a Caesar on the side

Ain’t no rules when you’re on a vacation

Best dang time for a time well wasted

Ain’t nobody gonna judge me way down here

Sippin’ on breakfast beer

If I was back home I might not be

Partying quite so hard

But when you’re this far South

It ain’t so bad, just to let down your guard

There’s no clock to be punchin’

No pressure no fussin’

Yeah the coast is clear

It’s 10 am on this ocean pier

And I’m sippin’ on breakfast beer

Breakfast beer it’ll kill a hangover

Tip it on back so you don’t get sober

Add a little clam and a Caesar on the side

Ain’t no rules when you’re on a vacation

Best dang time for a time well wasted

Ain’t nobody gonna judge me way down here

Sippin’ on breakfast beer

Yeah Bud Light, Molson Ice

Corona, it’s all right here

It’s 10 am on this ocean pier

And I’m sippin’ on breakfast beer

Breakfast beer it’ll kill a hangover

Tip it on back so you don’t get sober

Add a little clam and a Caesar on the side

Ain’t no rules when you’re on a vacation

Best dang time for a time well wasted

Ain’t nobody gonna judge me way down here

Sippin’ on breakfast beer

Sippin’ on breakfast beer

Gord Bamford Things Go Better With Love

Some things are simple

Some things leave doubts

But this ain’t no mystery

I’ve figured it out

[Chorus]

My old truck runs a little bit smoother

Can’t help but think I’m a little bit cooler

Than I ever was

My old hat sits a little bit straighter

My backyard gardens got bigger tomatoes

And that’s because

Things go better with love

This world keeps turning

Goes on and on

We’ve found the secret

Right here at home

[Bridge]

You can grease the wheels with money

But it’s likely to leave you cold

You can wine and dine all that’s fine

But one thing that I know

[Repeat chorus]

Things go better with love

Gord Bamford Raise The Bar

The band was rockin’ not a seat in the room

Some guy got up and I and I made my move

Can’t believe he left that pretty girl all alone

So I sat down, said howdy mam

And I’m still right here where I am

Ain’t going nowhere even though I’m dry as a bone, so

[Chorus:]

Raise the bar bring it over here

From where I’m sitting can’t reach my beer

Cause I’ve got cute girl whispering in my ear

I knew when I first saw her face

If I get up I’m gonna lose my place

Raise the bar, bring it over here

Rip it up from the floor nails and all

But don’t spill a drop of that alcohol

Move the party to this side of the room

And if someone has a problem with that

They can come on over to where we’re at

As long as they drag their own barstool

[Repeat chorus]

[Instrumental]

[Repeat chorus]

Yeah you can raise the bar (raise the bar)

Raise the bar (raise the bar)

Raise the bar, bring it over here

Gord Bamford Ain’t It Grand

You can top off the old tank, hit the TC highway

Flip a nickle, pick a place, from the Rock out to BC

Cup of Tim’s in the console, Lightfoot on the radio

Heavy foot on the gas and go anywhere they fly that maple leaf

We’ve got the Blue Jays, we’ve got the paydirt

The greatest outdoor show on earth

We’ve got the strongest beer, the biggest buck deer

Our roots run deep here in this land

Ain’t it grand

Pink salmon and walleye, rainbow on the dry fly

Sunset on a blue sky, from a rocky mountain stream

Hockey night on Saturday, Don Cherry and Ron Maclean

Looking at the replays, and fighting in between

We’ve got the Blue Jays, we’ve got the paydirt

The greatest outdoor show on earth

We’ve got the strongest beer, the biggest buck deer

Our roots run deep here in this land

Ain’t it grand

We have the true north, strong and free

We live and die for what we believe

We’ve got the Blue Jays, we’ve got the paydirt

The greatest outdoor show on earth

We’ve got the strongest beer, the biggest buck deer

Our roots run deep here in this land

Ain’t it grand

Ain’t it grand

You can top off the old tank, hit the TC highway

Flip a nickle, pick a place, from the Rock out to BC