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

Gord Bamford Love Takes Time

We’ve been fighting the fight, climbing some rounds

Having long, long night but maybe who’s counting

Been rolling the dice and we’ve rolled a few sevens

We’ve been [?] and pretty dang blessed

A boy in a ballcap, two girls in a sundress

Trying to grow our little piece of heaven

Love takes time, living takes money

Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it’s funny

It’s a all around you Sunday drive

It’s a hold on baby roller coaster ride

Love, it don’t fit no box

Love, it don’t look at no clock

Love is like a fine wine

Love takes time

It’s the wear and the tear on the wheels when they’re turning

And all the mistakes that you make when you’re learning

It’s burning the bridge and building it back

It’s staying up late when you grab [?]

Keeping the faith when it’s hard to keep keeping

It’s giving and taking and as a matter of fact

Love takes time, living takes money

Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it’s funny

It’s a all around you Sunday drive

It’s a hold on baby roller coaster ride

Love, it don’t fit no box

Love, it don’t look at no clock

Love is like a fine wine

Love takes time

Love is a posted note

Love is not letting go

Love is faith and hope

Love takes time, living takes money

Sometimes it hurts and sometimes it’s funny

It’s a all around you Sunday drive

It’s a hold on baby roller coaster ride

Love, it don’t fit no box

Love, it don’t look at no clock

Love is like a fine wine

Love takes time

It’s staying up late when you’d rather be sleeping

Keeping the faith when it’s hard to keep keeping

It’s giving and taking and giving it back

Love takes time

Love takes time

Gord Bamford Hank Williams Lonesome

Hey good lookin’

It’s been too long

Down this lost highway

That I’ve been on

You win again

Every way I turn

And this howlin’ at the moon

Only makes me yearn

[Chorus:]

My cold cold heart is hurting now

Them lovesick blues have got me down

I’m so dogone lonesome I could cry

I’m Hank Williams lonesome tonight

If you would only love me

Like you used to do

I might see the light

And make it through

Mind your own business

Don’t tell me that

This ramblin’ man

He wants you back

[Chorus]

This honky-tonkin’ every night

Just won’t do

Cause I can’t help it girl

I’m still in love with you

Gord Bamford Blame It On That Red Dress

I’ve tried to figure out

What’s got me in I guess

Feeling kind of crazy

Baby, every time we kiss

But it’s taking off to fast

I don’t know what to do

That low cut thing your wearing

Baby, just might be a clue

I can blame it on the wine

The smell of your perfume

The way there heads are turning

When you walk in the room

But something’s going on

More then animal attraction, it plays, yeah

It ain’t your eyes your lips your nose your hips

That got me in this mess

Blame it on that red dress

Well, I ain’t the social genius

Well, it’s coming to a known

Goes back to the basics

What makes the world go ’round?

Don’t need to do a study of all the side effects

The shoulder that the dress is going longer

On the legs, I can blame it on the wine

The smell of your perfume

The way there heads are turning

When you walk in the room

But something’s going on

More then animal attraction

It plays yeah

It ain’t your eyes your lips

Your nose, your hips

That got me in this mess

Blame it on that red dress

Well, the things the male do

Her little bit of cloth

He’ll go the hole nine yards

Just to try to take it off

I can blame it on the wine

The smell of your perfume

The way there heads are turning

When you walk in the room

But something’s going on

More then animal attraction

It plays yeah

It ain’t your eyes your lips

Your nose, your hips

That got me in this mess

Blame it on that red dress

Blame it on that red dress

Blame it on that red dress

Blame it on that red dress

Gord Bamford Where The Wild Things Grow

Let’s park them tractors, let’s shut her down

Fire up that truck and make those wheels go round

Let’s get a road taillights, let’s make a cloud of dust

There’s a good time waiting for us outside of town

Out where the stars shine brighter, the fire burns hotter

The corn pops up in rows

Out the moonlight’s chasing, the heartbeat’s racing

At the end of an old dirt road

Out where the blue jeans sway to the music playing

Come on, let’s go

Out where the wild things grow

There’ll be some tied up t-shirts, with them farm girl tans

Bare feet dancing to the midnight radio band

Gonna get kinda crazy when that sipping on kicks in

Let’s get a boot on the gas and get there as fast as we can

Out where the stars shine brighter, the fire burns hotter

The corn pops up in rows

Out the moonlight’s chasing, the heartbeat’s racing

At the end of an old dirt road

Out where the blue jeans sway to the music playing

Come on, let’s go

Out where the wild things grow

We let our hair down

That’s when it all starts to unwind

All night

Out where the stars shine brighter

And the corn pops up in rows

Out the moonlight’s chasing, the heartbeat’s racing

At the end of an old dirt road

Out where the blue jeans sway to the music playing

Come on, let’s go

Out where the wild things grow

Wild things grow

Out where the wild things grow

Gord Bamford In The Palm Of Your Hands

Hey Beautiful, how are you tonight

It’s been six weeks now, that I’ve been gone

Wish you were by my side

I’m a ship lost out at sea

You’re the lighthouse on the land

Guiding me into the palm of your hands

In the palm of your hand my world spins

You’re the rock that I lean on in the end

You’re the sunlight that shall forever warm the wind

And you hold it all in the palm of your hands

Our little ones are changing everyday

My Baby girl she learned to walk, while I was away

Like music in my soul, little footprints in the sand

Lead me back to the palm of your hand

[Chorus]

Hey Baby I am almost home

My old friend the road, it takes me back

To the light that you left on

Where only you can free

The heart of this man

And you hold the key

In the palm of your hand

[Chorus/Tag]

Gord Bamford Stayed ‘Til Two

I left the house about 8pm

Spent a little time with the boys again

I didn’t really wanna be away from you

I went for one but I stayed till two

I played a little eight ball, made a few bucks

Dropped a little change in that old jukebox

Time flew by next thing I knew

I went for one but I stayed till two

It was last call for alcohol

Billy got mean and he wanted to brawl

Old Jim Bob he was under the table

He wanted me to drive, I was barely able

Well a pretty little blonde there took my keys

Said here have a cup of this coffee please

I knew I’d have some explaining to do

Should have went for one but I stayed till two

When I got home I was quiet as a mouse

Little did I know you would move the couch

I hit the floor and the whole house knew

I went for one but I stayed till two

It was last call for alcohol

Billy got mean and he wanted to brawl

Old Jim Bob he was under the table

He wanted me to drive, I was barely able

I didn’t really wanna be away from you

I went for one but I stayed till two