the one i dream
baby wants his chicken fried
i'll make it just the way he likes
cause my baby's alright
he's alright
baby likes to take a nap
in the middle of the afternoon
well i'll tuck him in on any day
cause my baby's o.k.
he's o.k.
and i say, ooh honey
you're the one i really love
and when i'm fast asleep
you're the one i dream of
baby tells me when i'm bad
he knows how to keep me in line
oh my baby's fine
he's fine
sometimes ya know he plays the clown
to keep the blues from
pullin me down
when i need him
he's always around
always around
and i say, ooh honey
you're the one i really love
and when i'm fast asleep
you're the one i dream of
so if baby wants his chicken fried
i'll make it just the way he likes
cause my baby's alright
he's alright
Written by K.Savoca/P.Heitzman ©1988 Alcove/BMI
chris colabello - bass
pete heitzman - guitars
jimmy johns - drums
john kane - tenor sax
karen savoca - percussion
take these wings
sister, no wonder
you won't raise your head
to the sky
you're afraid of thunder
it makes you cry
and you don't know why
there's a place that i know
you can see
the face of the earth
that's where i wanna go
on the wind of my birth
the wind of my birth
i'm not afraid of dyin
it's just a setting sun
on the rise
come take these wings and try
it's a world full of butterflies
well i'd like to take you
where the light
of the day began
where the sun
always breaks through
shinin down like a friend
i felt you shaking
awake from your dream
like a child
take your heart
from its' breaking
and lean on a smile
i'm not afraid of dyin
it's just a setting sun
on the rise
come take these wings and try
it's a world full of butterflies
sister, no wonder
you won't raise your head
to the sky
you're afraid of thunder
but it's the fourth of july
Written by Karen Savoca ©1988 Alcove/BMI
chris colabello - bass
pete heitzman - guitars
jimmy johns - drums
john kane - soprano sax
karen savoca - percussion
fine line
day in, day out
concrete walls
they're blue and cold
i'm falling
stare up and down
a concrete wall
i'm not myself
i'm falling
i know
i don't have to stay here
i'll go
just when i like
i don't ever get to play here
and everybody seems too uptight
don't you wake me out of my bed
before it's time
cause i can't see the sunrise
i'm right behind the fine line
day in, day out
concrete walls
steel blue and cold
i'm falling
stare up and down
these concrete walls
i'm not myself
i'm falling
i know
i don't have to stay here
i'll go
just when i like
i don't ever get to play here
and everybody seems too uptight
don't you wake me out of my bed
before it's time
cause i can't see the sunrise
i'm right behind the fine line
Written by K.Savoca/P.Heitzman ©1988 Alcove/BMI
tom brigandi - bass
sylvester hagan - rhythm guitar
pete heitzman - guitars
jimmy johns - drums
karen savoca - percussion
savannah
the road and i
will spend some time
it's very far
but she don't mind
her arms are long
she takes me in
she never asks me
where i've been
i long to hear the crickets cry
to see the sun in a southern sky ...
eight hundred miles to savannah
i wanna go i wanna go
eight hundred miles to savannah
i want i wanna go
the road is wise
and i am green
so many places
never seen
this city wind
gets bitter cold
i see my face
growin old
i long to ly on southern ground
where the sun's been pourin down ...
eight hundred miles to savannah
i wanna go i wanna go
eight hundred miles to savannah
i want i wanna go
the road and i
will spend some time
it's very far
but she don't mind
her arms are long
she takes me in
she never asks me
where i've been
i'm gonna hear the crickets cry
gonna see that sun in a southern sky ...
Written by Karen Savoca ©1988 Alcove/BMI
chris colabello - bass
pete heitzman - guitars
jimmy johns - drums
john kane - soprano sax
karen savoca - vocals, clavinet, percussion
give it back
you hear me knockin at your door
are you ever
gonna let me in?
you've been pacin the floor
not knowing where
to begin
sometimes your mind
is like a wall of steel
you won't let me get near
i have to tell you
just how i feel
and hope you will hear
one to one
open up to me
all i need
is honesty
one to one
open up
to me
these major changes in my life
you never ask me about them
i know when somethin's not right
how can you call me a friend?
i know you're scared
cause what i ask of you
doesn't come that easy
try to be true, you'll get the knack
all ya gotta do
is give it back
one to one
open up to me
all i need
is honesty
one to one
open up
to me
Written by K.Savoca/P.Heitzman ©1988 Alcove/BMI
tom brigandi - bass
pete heitzman - guitars
jimmy johns - drums
karen savoca - vocals, clavinet, percussion
one for the heart
when everything is new
you believe
love is everywhere
mama tells you
girl, you see
some don't know how to share
you made me cry
when you said
you'd never lie to me
i don't know why
but in my head
i see it all so clearly
so here it is one for the heart
here it is
can we get started?
i used to listen
to every word
that was ever spoke to me
but some can be so cruel
i've heard you
twist the truth, it's easy
i used to think
everybody would love me
i used to think
everybody would understand
i used to think
everybody would love me
but now i don't know
if you're foe or friend
cause you made me cry
when you said
you'd never lie to me
and i don't know why
but in my head
i see it all so clearly
so here it is one for the heart
here it is
can we get started?
Written by Karen Savoca ©1988 Alcove/BMI
chris colabello - bass
pete heitzman - guitars
jimmy johns - drums
john kane - soprano sax
karen savoca - vocals, percussion
walkin' the bridge
do you remember that song
about lady madonna?
well my mom and i used to
shake to that thing
and i didn't mind
if i wasn't a rebel
cause she could swing
she could swing
come on, you can take your ma
listen to me
listen to me
walk the bridge
it's not that far
ya gotta listen now
there's nothin wrong
with sharing music
there's nothin wrong
with sharing fun
don't be afraid
show how you do it
cause you're not
the only one
come on, you can take your ma
listen to me
listen to me
walk the bridge
it's not so far
ya gotta listen now
so dig up that song
about lady madonna
grab your mom
and shake to that thing
don't you mind
if you're not a rebel
cause she could swing before
you could crawl on the floor
come on, take somebody along ...
Written by K.Savoca/P.Heitzman ©1988 Alcove/BMI
chris colabello - bass
pete heitzman - guitars
jimmy johns - drums
karen savoca - vocals, clavinet, percussion
there's a perfect place
momma's found a house
in the countryside
it was built
in seventeen ninety five
solid as a stone
we'll wait for flowers in the spring
we'll listen to the pine trees sing
oh, momma's got a home
momma's got a home
momma's got a home
of her own
there's a perfect place
for the rockin chair
settle down by the window
over there
soft as a cradle
she'll rock the babies when they cry
she'll sing a favorite lullaby
oh, momma's got a home
momma's got a home
momma's got a home
of her own
we'll whistle with the whippoorwill
we'll watch the sun over the hill
oh, momma's got a home
momma's got a home
momma's got a home of her own
to keep her company
when the wind blows
Written by Karen Savoca ©1988 Alcove/BMI
pete heitzman - guitars
karen savoca - vocals, clavinet, percussion