Movin’ On

Bernie Thompson (2002)

 

I’m runnin’ away

From what I’m feelin’ inside

How long can I stay this way?

How long can I hide?

 

I’m lookin’ for you

I’m lookin’ for me

I’m lookin for something

I may never be

 

But I’ll keep Moving’ On

Keep Movin’ On

Keep Movin’ On

Keep Movin’ On

 

Forty came quick

Didn’t know what to do

Hate my job

Afraid I’m gettin’ the flu

 

Love my wife

My three kids 

Mean the world to me

But I’m still lookin’ for me

 

Still lookin’ for me

Still lookin’ for me

Still lookin’ for me

 

But I’ll keep Moving’ On

Keep Movin’ On

Keep Movin’ On

Keep Movin’ On

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You & Me

Written by: 

Bernie Thompson

7-28-24

 

 

We had a week of fun

Playin' in the sun

Now we're back home 

And we're feelin' a little ho hum

 

Now it's just, you and me

What we gonna do?

You and me!

Honey, what we gonna do?

 

I wanna wake up in the mornin'

In a little cabin by the lake

Just you and me

And a couple of kids

 

I wanna , hop in that boat

Go chase some fish

Sit by that fire

Tell tales about the day


 

Now it's just, you and me

What we gonna do?

You and me!

Honey, what we gonna do?

 

Headed up to Ironwood

She hopped on a plane

Larry Air disappeared

She's off to Chicago again

 

Seem's like yesterday

She was learning to walk

Now I'm wipin' tears away

I can barely talk

 

Now it's just, you and me

What we gonna do?

You and me!

 Honey, what we gonna do?

 

We had a week of fun

Playin' in the sun

Now we're back home 

And we're feelin' a little ho hum

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                                                   Bullheadin' Tonight


Written By: 

Bernie Thompson

 

It’s an Oreo smile on a Friday night

Watching the rods by lantern light

Rainbow sandbar, down by the rocks

We’re “Bullheadin’ Tonight”

 

Mississippi moon on a hot July night

Up from “Winnie” lookin’ for a bite

Me and little Lauren, we’re doin’ alright

We’re “Bullheadin' Tonight”

 

Worm on a hook, stick in the sand

Waitin’ for a tug, gonna fight em’ in

It’s an Oreo smile on a Friday night

We’re “Bullheadin’ Tonight”

 

Out on the rocks Monterey Park

Softball diamond at my back

Cute girls giggling, goin’ to the game

We’re “Bullheadin’ Tonight”

 

Yahara River with Mom and Dad

Camping at the Tomadot

Me and brother Scott sittin’ on the bank

We’re “Bullheadin’ Tonight”

 

Worm on a hook, stick in the sand

Waitin’ for a tug, gonna fight em’ in

It’s an Oreo smile on a Friday night

We’re “Bullheadin’ Tonight”

 

Campfire going, sun is going down

Fry em in the pan till they’re goldn brown

Cold beer, taters and a dab of beans

We’re “Bullheadin’ Tonight”

 

Worm on a hook, stick in the sand

Waitin’ for a tug, gonna fight em’ in

It’s an Oreo smile on a Friday night

We’re “Bullheadin’ Tonight”

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Ain’t Going To Nashville

Written by:

Bernie Thompson / October 30, 2015

 

I ain’t going to Nashville, they don’t need my songs

It’s too far to L.A., I’d be driving way too long

Could head over to Boston? Don’t think they need me there

I’m happy in Wisconsin, I’m a Midwest Music Man

Music Man

Guitar In hand

I’ll blow my harp

Stomp my feet

I’ll play my songs,

At your local tap

We’ll drink some beer

If you want to, clap

From Madtown to Minocqua, and anywhere in between

Have a Miller in Milwaukee then I’ll head down to Racine

Jump over to Janesville, see my family

Roll to the river, the Mighty Mississippi

 

I ain’t going to Nashville, they don’t need my songs

It’s too far to L.A., I’d be driving way too long

Could head over to Boston? Don’t think they need me there

I’m happy in Wisconsin, I’m a Midwest Music Man

 

Music Man

Guitar In hand

I’ll blow my harp

Stomp my feet

I’ll play my songs,

At your local tap

We’ll drink some beer

If you want to, clap

 

Oshkosh, Appleton, Wausau on the way

Don’t forget about them Packers, we’ll head up to Green Bay

Take the lake to the river, up the Menominee

Jump to the other side, now we’re up in the U.P.

 

I ain’t going to Nashville, they don’t need my songs

It’s too far to L.A., I’d be driving way too long

Could head over to Boston? Don’t think they need me there

I’m happy in Wisconsin, I’m a Midwest Music Man

 

Music Man

Guitar In hand

I’ll blow my harp

Stomp my feet

I’ll play my songs,

At your local tap

We’ll drink some beer

If you want to, clap

 

I woke this morn in Hurley, must have had a ball

Last thing I remember we were leaving old Saint Paul

Duluth and Ashland, were Superior, 

Old Gitche Gumee, is nice this time of year

 

I ain’t going to Nashville, they don’t need my songs

It’s too far to L.A., I’d be driving way too long

Could head over to Boston? Don’t think they need me there

I’m happy in Wisconsin, I’m a Midwest Music Man

 

Music Man

Guitar In hand

I’ll blow my harp

Stomp my feet

I’ll play my songs,

At your local tap

We’ll drink some beer

If you want to, clap

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