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\"\"<\/a><\/td>\n<\/td>\n\u201cAmericana story collection that mixes nostalgia and humor, tales of moonshine, horses, and coyotes, and observations of modern life in a small American town.”<\/p>\n

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Click a title to jump to lyrics<\/strong>
\nShe\u2019s My Super Power<\/a>
\nStarlight Drive-In Saturday Night<\/a>
\nTell Me Where It Hurts<\/a>
\nWaltzes When She Runs<\/a>
\nStill a Small Town to Me<\/a>
\nCharlie and Chloe <\/a>
\nShe\u2019s More Connected<\/a>
\nWhiskey Hill<\/a>
\nGood Souls<\/a>
\nNow It\u2019s A Taqueria<\/a><\/p>\n

She\u2019s My Super Power<\/a>
\nBlame it on the comics
\nI read when I was a kid
\nWaiting for something to happen when it already did
\nThat would make me special
\nThen I realized
\nI\u2019m all grown up and she\u2019s looking me in the eyes\t\t\t<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t leap tall buildings
\nI don\u2019t see through walls
\nNot faster than a bullet
\nI barely run at all\t\u2028
\nI got a secret weapon hidden up my sleeve\t\t<\/p>\n

She\u2019s my superpower she\u2019s all I need
\nShe\u2019s my superpower she\u2019s all I need\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t look like much, but there\u2019s nothing that I can\u2019t do
\nJust need a woman has a little faith in you
\nPicks me up when I\u2019m down
\nKeeps me warm on a cold, cold night
\nAnd when I have my doubts
\nShe tell me it\u2019ll be all right\t\t\t<\/p>\n

\fI don\u2019t leap tall buildings
\nI don\u2019t have X-ray eyes
\nCan\u2019t outrun a bullet
\nI don\u2019t wear a disguise\t\u2028I got a secret weapon hidden up my sleeve\t<\/p>\n

She\u2019s my superpower she\u2019s all I need
\nShe\u2019s my superpower she\u2019s all I need\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

She keeps family close and always says grace
\nReminds me life\u2019s is a trip it\u2019s not a race\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

She’s kind as an angel – and tough as a jungle cat
\nShe’s standing at my side – she always has my back<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t leap tall buildings
\nI don\u2019t see through walls
\nNot faster than a bullet
\nI barely run at all
\n\u2028I got a secret weapon hidden up my sleeve\t<\/p>\n

She\u2019s my superpower she\u2019s all I need
\nShe\u2019s my superpower she\u2019s all I need\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Starlight Drive-In Saturday Night <\/a>
\nI played on the swings \u2018til it got dark
\nFound where mom and dad had parked
\nSettled into my jammies all warm and tight
\nStarted out with a few cartoons – caught the rising of the moon
\nStarlight Drive-In Saturday Night\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Back in 1953 my hometown made history
\nWith the county\u2019s only outdoor movie screen
\nYou don\u2019t see drive-ins now at all
\nThey\u2019re parking lots and shopping malls
\nBut back then it was quite a scene\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

A gravel lot, a movie screen, standing in the dark
\nRoll down your window \u2013 hang a speaker on your car
\nYour paid by the carload, stop and hit your lights
\nStarlight Drive-in Saturday Night\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

When high school weekends rolled around – We\u2019d head in with half the town
\nAnd a couple of friends in the trunk hidden out of sight
\nThe social scene of the town\u2019s who\u2019s who
\nThe rest of us, we went too
\nStarlite Drive-In Saturday Night <\/p>\n

A gravel lot, a movie screen, standing in the dark
\nStagger from the snack bar try to find your car
\nSteamy windows every now and then a fight
\nStarlite Drive-In Saturday Night
\nStarlite Drive-In Saturday Night<\/p>\n

They tore it down in ’92
\nOur hanging out days they were through
\nI don\u2019t what kids do these days for fun
\nBut on that site, you know what\u2019s cool?
\nThey built the Starlight Grammar School
\nThat\u2019s the only hip thing this town has ever done\t<\/p>\n

A gravel lot, a movie screen, standing in the dark
\nDrive off with a speaker waive at the guard
\nIf I could go back in time I just might
\nStarlite Drive-In Saturday Night
\nStarlite Drive-In Saturday Night
\nStarlite Drive-In Saturday Night <\/p>\n

Tell Me Where It Hurts<\/a>
\nWe used to laugh when our mom and our dad
\nGot together with our uncles and aunts
\nAnd talked about nothing but their aches and pains
\nLaughing at my elders always caused a fuss
\nNow the kids are laughing at us
\n\u2018cause me and my friends we\u2019re talking \u2018bout the same danged thing\t<\/p>\n

Tell me where it hurts
\nI\u2019ll tell you if I feel worse
\nWe\u2019re sharing a little common ground
\nLife goes on when the parts break down
\nI\u2019ll get my wife \u2013 she carries aspirin in her purse
\nTell me
\nTell me where it hurts\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Eyesight\u2019s the first thing that goes
\nWe can still read books if they\u2019re not too close
\nAnd there\u2019s metal and plastic where body parts used to be
\nMemory it goes next
\nAfter that I kinda forget
\nHey\u2026has anybody seen my keys?\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Tell me where it hurts
\nI\u2019ll tell you if I feel worse
\nWe\u2019re sharing a little common ground
\nLife goes on when the parts break down
\nWe’ll get my wife she has Naproxin in her purse
\nTell me
\nTell me where it hurts\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

And when I get up all I can say is:
\n\u201cOoooh \u2013 ooh \u2013 ooh \u2013 ooh\u201d
\n \u201cOoh \u2013 ooh \u2013 Ooh\u201d \t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

So join the group come have a seat
\nWhen you\u2019re through we\u2019ll help you back on your feet
\nWe\u2019re a supportive community
\nTime\u2019s got a funny way of sweet revenge
\nBut it\u2019s a long road before this all ends
\nAnd no one said we had to go down gracefully\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Tell me where it hurts
\nI\u2019ll tell you if I feel worse
\nWe\u2019re sharing a little common ground
\nLife goes on when the parts break down
\nWe’ll get my wife she has Vicodin in her purse
\nTell me\u2026
\nTell me\u2026
\nTell me\u2026
\nTell me where it hurts\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Waltzes When She Runs<\/a>
\nZara\u2019s a beauty her mane in the wind
\nRuns a 1-2-3-4 tempo and then
\nI try to keep up, but she\u2019s out of my reach
\nIt\u2019s just like a dance when\u2019s going at speed\t\t\t<\/p>\n

She waltzes when she runs
\nThink I lost her again in the sun
\nIf I had four legs, I\u2019d run like she does
\nShe waltzes when she runs\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

She was raised in the desert until she was four
\nNow she\u2019s waist deep in water out here on the shore
\nIn this part of the bay where the north tide comes in
\nYou tell her to \u201cgallop\u201d she\u2019s going again\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Zara\u2019s a thoroughbred 15 hands high
\nKicking up sand as she passes me by
\nWatching her rhythm is watching a dream
\nShe goes 1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3
\nIf reincarnation holds any truth
\nWhen I come \u2018round again, here\u2019s what I\u2019d like to do
\nI\u2019ll pray for good kharma, and if fate\u2019s on my side
\nAnd come back as a horse running three-quarter time <\/p>\n

She waltzes when she runs
\nThink I lost her again in the sun
\nIf I had four legs, I\u2019d run like she does
\nShe waltzes when she runs
\nYeah she waltzes when she runs<\/p>\n

Still a Small Town to Me<\/a>
\nIt\u2019s still a small town to me\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\u2028Still a small town to me\t\t\t\t\u2028
\nYou can pack in your malls, put up your walls
\nBut it\u2019s still a small town to me\t<\/p>\n

I was having doubts about the place where I live
\n\u2028I felt like the city was closing me in \t\t\t\u2028
\nToo tired to move away and start over again
\nI saw a lot of reasons to leave
\nOur quaint little main street is eight lanes wide\t\t\t\t\u2028Condos and town homes are still on the rise
\nPeople pining for the days gone by
\nBut it\u2019s still a small town to me\t\t\t\t\t\t\u2028\u2028It\u2019s still a small town to me\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\u2028Still a small town to me\t\t\t\t\u2028
\nYou can pack in your malls, put up your walls
\nBut it\u2019s still a small town to me\t<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a few less fields and a few more homes
\nWe\u2019re trucking in produce from Mexico
\nWhat they spray on that stuff, man I don\u2019t wanna know
\nBut a kid\u2019s gotta eat\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\u2028\u2028It\u2019s still a small town to me\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\u2028Still a small town to me\t\t\t\t\u2028
\nYou can pack in your malls, put up your walls
\nBut it\u2019s still a small town to me\t<\/p>\n

But there\u2019s a flea market now every Sunday \u2018til 3:00
\nThe Fox reopened on lower Main Street
\nTaylor\u2019s Chili Dog stand went back to their old recipe
\nThat\u2019s the kind of progress we need\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

It\u2019s too easy to sit and complain\t\t\t\t\t\t\u2028You drag in 20 more Starbucks one thing\u2019ll never change
\nThis is Steinbeck country it gets in your veins
\nYou can\u2019t kill it with concrete and paint<\/p>\n

It\u2019s the place where I met the girl of my dreams\t\t\t\t\t\u2028Been married for years \u2013 we just hit seventeen
\nHonestly friends, what more do you need?
\nThere\u2019s no place I\u2019d rather be\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

\fIt\u2019s still a small town to me\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\u2028Still a small town to me
\nYou can pack in your malls, put up your walls
\nTake a look down underneath it all
\nIn south county we\u2019re having a ball \t\t\t\t\t\u2028
\nBut it\u2019s still a small town to me
\nYeah it\u2019s still a small town to me\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

\u201cSi, es un peque\u00f1o pueblo a m\u00ed\u201d\t\t\t\t\t\t\u2028
\nIt\u2019s still a small town to me\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Charlie and Chloe<\/a>
\nCharlie lost his parents when they were hunting sheep
\nRanchers in Wyoming they got livestock to keep\t\t\t\t\u2028
\nCharlie found their doorstep just an orphan coyote pup
\nThey did her best to raise him and show him a little love\t\u2028\u2028
\nChloe she\u2019s a hound dog raised to round a herd\t\t\t\t\u2028
\nChases anything that moves you just say the word\t\t\t\t\u2028When humans are around, Charlie hides out in the rough\t\t\t\u2028
\nBut Chloe loves attention can never enough \t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Two sides of the evolutionary track
\nShe\u2019s built for domesticity he was born to watch his back\t<\/p>\n

Chloe\u2019s out each morning surveying with her nose
\n\u2028Charlie he\u2019s not far behind her anywhere she goes\t\t\t\u2028
\nSince hanging out with Chloe, Charlie\u2019s acting less remote
\nAnd since listening to Charlie, Chloe barks like a coyote\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Two sides of the evolutionary track
\nShe\u2019s built for domesticity he was born to watch his back\t<\/p>\n

Charlie\u2019s not a pet Chloe isn\u2019t wild\t\t\t\t\t\u2028
\nBut they\u2019ve found some common ground between the two
\nCharlie doesn\u2019t fetch Chloe never hides
\nThey\u2019ve got their roles and they both know exactly what they\u2019re s\u2019posed to do\t<\/p>\n

Two dogs in Wyoming but they\u2019re like day and night\t\t\t\t\u2028Chloe\u2019s a social butterfly Chuck\u2019s the solitary type\t\t\t\t\u2028Wish I was wired as simple as a canine\u2019s DNA\t\t\t\t\t\t\u2028Then I\u2019d know when to wag my tail or instead just run away\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Two sides of the evolutionary track
\nShe\u2019s built for domesticity he was born to watch his back
\nTwo sides of the evolutionary track
\nShe\u2019s built for domesticity he was born to watch his back\t<\/p>\n

She\u2019s More Connected<\/a>
\n\u201cI should have been born,\u201d she said \u201cin 1943\u201d
\n\u201cI like black and white movies and I don\u2019t watch TV\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t text – I don\u2019t chat I don\u2019t see any reason why\u201d
\n\u201cIf I want talk I\u2019ll sit and look you in the eye\u201d\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t call her on the phone
\nUntil she\u2019s back at home
\nCan\u2019t leave a message there\u2019s no machine\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

She\u2019s more connected
\nThan you or me\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

\u201cI love to talk to my grandparents I always find the time\u201d
\n\u201cThey got stories to tell you\u2019ll never hear online\u201d
\n\u201cThere\u2019s a twinkle in their eyes you won\u2019t see on a screen\u201d
\n\u201cThere\u2019s no app for that their eyes say everything\u201d\t\t\t<\/p>\n

She needs someone real
\nWho she can touch and she can feel
\nThat\u2019s all her social network has to be\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

We keep in touch with people half a world away
\nBut when we\u2019re in the same room we don\u2019t know what to say
\nVirtual acquaintances that we mistake for friends
\nWhen will it end when will it end?\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

\u201cI should have been born,\u201d she said, \u201cwhen we had time to breathe\u201d
\n\u201cWhen we weren\u2019t so dependent on this technology\u201d\t\t<\/p>\n

Call her old fashioned
\nShe might be ahead of the curve
\nI say we could use a lot more like her\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

She\u2019s more connected
\nShe\u2019s more connected
\nShe\u2019s more connected
\nThan you or me
\nThen you or me
\nThen you or me\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Whiskey Hill<\/a>
\nBilly\u2019s dad made whisky in his old granddaddy\u2019s still
\nA family tradition behind their cabin on the hill
\nJust Billy and his daddy, his mom already gone
\nThem doctor bills done \u2018em in, dad sold most the farm<\/p>\n

They made a crop like anyone else, coulda been corn or wheat
\nUsed copper tubes and firewood instead of sowing seeds
\nThey\u2019d come to town \u2018bout once a month, buy sugar from the mill
\nGet back to work out on the place folks called Whiskey Hill<\/p>\n

Never took to farming, found a way to pay the bills
\nWith fire, corn and sugar, and a rusty metal still
\nPeople came from miles around, \u2018til they got their fill
\nSome folks never made it down\u2026
\n\u2026down from Whisky Hill<\/p>\n

\fThis was after prohibition, you could pick up beer and wine
\nBut a Saturday trip up Whisky Hill became ritual in time
\nBusiness was booming, the family couldn\u2019t lose
\nBilly knew the time had come to break his dad the news<\/p>\n

Billy helped his daddy, but he never touched the stuff
\nMoonshine done his grandpa in, he\u2019d seen enough
\nHe was headed for the army, come back on the G.I. Bill
\nGo to school and find a life, down from Whiskey Hill<\/p>\n

Never took to farming, found a way to pay the bills
\nWith fire, corn and sugar, and a rusty metal still
\nPeople came from miles around, \u2018til they got their fill
\nSome folks never made it down\u2026
\n\u2026down from Whisky Hill<\/p>\n

Billy was headed out the door when it was time to leave that day
\nSaw his daddy passed out by the still, and couldn\u2019t turn away
\nHis dad looked like his grandpa, when his grandpa\u2019d taken ill
\nHelped him back inside the house up on Whisky Hill<\/p>\n

Billy took his bags, dropped \u2018em on the floor
\nShook his head at daddy and wandered out the door
\nHe was stranded here awhile, alone with that old still
\nDidn\u2019t stop to think, he took a drink up on Whisky Hill<\/p>\n

One drink led to another and one year led to two
\nNever made the army, never went to school
\nHe took over daddy\u2019s work, after daddy died
\nBut it was only Billy pouring shine on Saturday night<\/p>\n

The town lost track of Billy, up there in the wilderness
\nMoonshine\u2019s day was over, except for him I guess
\nEveryone has their demons; it was alcohol took Bill
\nA family tradition up on whisky hill<\/p>\n

Good Souls<\/a>
\nThey love you the most on the day you arrive
\nAnd again on the day that you leave
\nAs move along just sing a song
\nFor the good times that come in-between\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

I don’t know how much time that we get
\nBut every new day means it ain’t over yet\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

I’ve seen too many good souls slip through my hands
\nWhy they couldn\u2019t stay I don\u2019t understand
\nIt’s a short life we’re living all I can say
\nIs thank God for the good souls who\u2019ve stumbled my way\t<\/p>\n

Wedding and funerals that’s when we meet
\nAnd catch up with family and friends
\nBut life it kicks in and we’re off again
\nLike a race that never will end\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

It\u2019s over too soon too much of the time
\nThey\u2019re lifted up we\u2019re left behind\t<\/p>\n

I’ve seen too many good souls slip through my hands
\nWhy they couldn\u2019t stay I don\u2019t understand
\nIt’s a short life we’re living all I can say
\nIs thank God for the good souls who\u2019ve stumbled my way\t<\/p>\n

I know they\u2019ll be waiting if I make it too
\nIn the meantime I\u2019ll just try to give \u2018em their due
\nAnd be a good soul to everyone best as I can
\nAnd then maybe one day we\u2019ll meet up again\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

I’ve seen too many good souls slip through my hands
\nWhy they couldn\u2019t stay I don\u2019t understand
\nIt’s a short life we’re living all I can say
\nIs thank God for the good souls\u2026\t\t\t\t\t\t\u2028Thank God for the good souls\u2026
\nGod bless for the good souls\u2026
\n\u2026who\u2019ve stumbled my way \t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Now It\u2019s A Taqueria<\/a>
\nThe Italian place up on the west side
\nWe used to go every Friday night
\nLinguini, Gnochi, the best you could get
\nBut the building changed hands and the menu reset<\/p>\n

The pasta\u2019s gone \u2013 it\u2019s tortillas instead
\nSame goes for the garlic bread
\nThrew out the wine list \u2013 they\u2019re pouring sangria
\nNow it\u2019s a taqueria
\nNow it\u2019s a taqueria<\/p>\n

The Thai restaurant \u2013 that place was nice
\nThom Kau Gai and pineapple rice
\nWonderful service, we loved the staff
\nBut the owners left town and they never looked back<\/p>\n

You can grab a burrito if you\u2019re in a hurry
\nSay goodbye to the spicy red curry
\nPork dumplings are out – we order carnitas
\nNow it\u2019s a taqueria
\nNow it\u2019s a taqueria<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll eat habanero as much as I\u2019m able
\nI love guacamole made there at your table
\nBut choices have limits in our little town
\nThey ran one cuisine straight into the ground<\/p>\n

By now you\u2019re hungry \u2013 I see it on your face
\nIf you\u2019re looking for options, you\u2019re in the wrong place
\nThe food here it\u2019s good, but there\u2019s only one kind
\nIf you want Greek or Indian you\u2019re wasting your time<\/p>\n

But if you like pozole or hand-rolled tortillas
\nFresh chile verde from homegrown tomatillos
\nPick any restaurant – I know where I\u2019ll see ya
\nNow it\u2019s a taqueria
\nNow it\u2019s a taqueria
\nNow it\u2019s a taqueria
\nNow it\u2019s a taqueria
\nNow it\u2019s a taqueria
\nNow it\u2019s a taqueria<\/p>\n

All songs written by Michael Gaither copyright MaryLou Tunes\/ASCAP except \u201cShe\u2019s More Connected,\u201d by Michael Gaither and Steve Kritzer. All Rights Reserved.<\/p>\n