Sound Traveler Band

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CD LYRICS

“I enjoyed hearing you and Patty last night. You have an awesome sound and have found a blend of the best of both of you that is totally unique.” – “Stompbox” Steve Hodak, Brevard County (FL) musician


1. Stars Tonight – Sometimes you get lucky. I wrote this song for the wedding of my niece Amy and her husband Kevin. I wanted to write a nice romantic song from the point of view of a young man who has fallen for the woman he loves. Years later, the song came alive when Patty and I substituted trumpet for the original single-note guitar lead and claimed it as our own.

Stars Tonight

Trumpet introduction

Hey, look into the stars tonight
Tell me if you’re feelin’ like I am

Ahhh, look into my eyes and see
Is this where you want to be on and on

Could it be (Could it be)
That you’ve fallen in love with me (you’ve fallen in love)
I’m in love with you (you)
I’m in love with you (you)
Look into the stars

Tell me why (tell me why)
I feel this way (I feel this way)
Tell me why (tell me why)
I want to stay (I want to stay)
Tell me why (tell me why)
I don’t want to go away no no no no never from you (you)
From you (you) from you (you)

Trumpet break

(Trumpet echoes)
Tell me why it seems I’m always looking in your eyes
I never want to go away … away … again

Ooooo, Look into the stars tonight
Tell me if you’re feelin’ like I do
Ooooo Look into my eyes and see
Is this where you want to be on and on.

Tell me, could it be that you’ve fallen in love with me
My love’s forever with you, with you, with you

2. Long Time Waiting – In a special way this song marks the beginning of a romance between Patty and me that led to her being called Patty Tatum today. I like the sense that falling in love is just one beginning that leads to countless additional new beginnings. I always intended this to be a wedding song, sung as a dialogue between two people at the moment they prepare to walk down the aisle. The last line sums it up: “Now it all comes to this….”

Long Time Waiting

I think I’ve been a long time waitin’
I think I’ve felt a long time cravin’
For something so hard to express
And now it all comes to this

I think I’ve been a long time hopin’
I think I’ve been too long now mopin’
Wonderin’ what I would do
If I could not find one like you

I think I’ve been a long time (long time)
Waitin’ for you
I think I’ve been a long time (long time)
Waitin’ for you

Do you really care?
Will you try to get to know me?
Do you really want me?
And will it really show
All our days ooooooooo

Cause I think I’ve been a long time waitin’
I think I’ve felt a long time cravin’
For something so hard to express
And now it all comes to this

I think I’ve been a long time (long time)
Waitin’ for you
I think I’ve been a long time (long time)
Waitin’ for you

And now it all comes to this.

3. Smoky Hollow – I wrote this about our isolated little place in the depths of the Appalachian Mountains where we have a lot of neighbors, but none of them happen to be human. Deer, birds, frogs and other forms of wildlife roam freely around the place. The main story of the song is how a relationship can be fostered in such a setting.

Smoky Hollow

(Harmonica Intro)

Sittin’ by a tree where the cool wind blows
Sunlight fallin’ through the broad leaves
In Smoky Hollow

Clear stream skippin’ through the rocks with ease
I look at you You smile at me
In Smoky Hollow

(Short harmonica break)

We run like kids ‘cross an open field
We roll in the grass when I catch your heel
In Smoky Hollow

Two lives converge, yours and mine
No clocks ever made could measure time
In Smoky Hollow

Where the heavy rains don’t fall
Where the winds don’t blow too hard
Where the sun shines soft and warm
Where even ancient life feels young

We claim a treasure ours for free
Full in the face like a summer breeze
In Smoky Hollow

Secrets shared under open skies
No one there but you and I
In Smoky Hollow

Where the heavy rains don’t fall
Where the winds don’t blow too hard
Where the sun shines soft and warm
Where sweet memory covers all

(Guitar and harmonica break)

When I look at you my old heart yearns
I wonder, could we return
To Smoky Hollow

When I catch your eyes, I think I see
Through hazy mists … Could we still be
In Smoky Hollow

Where the heavy rains don’t fall
Where the winds don’t blow too hard
Where the sun shines soft and warm
Where our love is ever young

Down in Smoky Hollow
Down Down in Smoky Hollow
Down Down Down
In Smoky Hollow

4. Not Walk Away – This song just makes me smile. I was working on some mandolin playing when this tune almost jumped off the instrument. On a deep level the song is about commitment. On a lighter note it is about fun.

Not Walk Away

Baby, do you want to know
Baby, just how it’s gonna go
Baby, what do you want me to say
Baby, I’ve been waiting ev’ry day

For a girl like you
To tell my secrets to
Who will not walk away
Who will not walk away

Baby, I’m tellin’ you right now
Baby, I don’t know the whys and hows
Baby, I haven’t got a clue
All I know is how I feel about you

And I’ve been waitin’ every day
For the one who wants to stay
And will not walk away
Who will not walk away

Baby, do you want to know
Baby, just how it’s gonna go
Baby, haven’t got a clue
All I know is how I feel about you

And I’ve been waitin’ every day
For the one who wants to stay
And will not walk away
Who will not walk away
Will not walk away
Who will not walk away
You will not walk away
You will not walk away

5. Fine Time to Call – I actually wrote and recorded this song long before I met Patty. The song captures a moment and a feeling in my life. It’s a place I visit, like an exhibit in a museum. It’s the story of a terminally idealistic young man who feels helplessly swept by a dark capricious wind. I think I play the moss on the trees into the music and sing the dusk of a setting sun into the lyric.

Fine Time to Call

Walkin’ through the woods on a hot, humid summer’s evenin’
Walkin’ through the woods with my life hangin’ limp like dead tree limbs.
Rememberin’ a voice on the telephone
A voice I hadn’t heard for many years
I heard a tender voice on the telephone
Now I’m walkin’ through the woods
Why do I feel so alone

While walkin’ through the woods, I feel a drop of rain reach my bare head
While walkin’ through the woods, I remember every word that she spoke
She said she’d never really forgotten me
She had assumed that I would always be there
But she never had the nerve to say she loved me
Now there is no way
Her being married and so far away

(Instrumental break)

(Bridge)
I wonder if she’d see me if I passed through tonight
I wonder if she’d greet me as a lover or as a friend
And I wonder I’d sleep — would she put me out on my own again
And I wonder if she knows how friendly I might be still….

Still walkin’ through the woods, I hear the sad whippoorwill pleading
Calling for a time which has gone and which cannot be again
She picked a fine time to call me
She picked a fine time just to see how I’d been
She picked a fine time to call me
And now I must begin to try to forget her again
Now I must begin to forget her all over again
All over again
All over again

6. Florida Sunshine, Florida Rain – I wanted to write a rousing song about Florida and my joy at living in Cape Canaveral. When I asked Patty how I could include some “local color” into the song, she started throwing out names like Yeehaw Junction, Okahumpka, and Weeki Wachee. After we added Patty’s magical trumpet lines, the song jumped to life.

Florida Sunshine, Florida Rain

(Trumpet introduction)

They tell me there’s somethin to be said
For New York and LA
They tell me they’re both nice places to stay

They tell me that big things are happenin’
All along the way
To which I say
Hope you have a good day there.

Florida sunshine, Florida rain
Seems to me I’ve got everything
I see no reason to leave this place again

(In the north) I got Jacksonville
(In the south) there’s Miami or even Key West
(As for a West Coast) well Tampa seems good to me

(For a thrill) I got Orlando
(For a chill) there’s Tallahasee on a mid-winter day
(As for the outback) We got the Okefenokee and down south the Everglades

Florida sunshine, Florida rain
Some things should just stay the same
I see no reason to leave this place again

(Instrumental – Trumpet lead)

For uptown, I got Yeehaw Junction
(Kayak) with the mermaids in the Weeki Wachee
(Canoe) down the Suwanee River and tiptoe to Barefoot Bay

(Talkin’ old) I got St. Augustine
(Catch a snack) Catch that in Okahumpka
(Blast off) in Cape Canaveral
As long as it’s a sunny day

Florida sunshine, Florida rain
Some things should just stay the same
I see no reason to leave this place again

Florida sunshine, Florida rain
Some things should just stay the same
I see no reason to leave this place again

No, I see no earthly reason
To leave this place, leave this place again
Nah, I see no earthly reason
To leave this place again

7. Gators for Sale – This is a true story – more or less. Some details have been “enhanced” for the sake of the story, but many are right on the money. When I was a kid, we did buy a baby alligator from a side-of-the-road establishment on US Highway 17. Lord Chesterfield most certainly lived in our unfinished bomb shelter, and the little beast has been the subject of legend ever since. As I’ve said before about this little song, “If it didn’t happen this way, it should have!”

Gators for Sale
(Ballad of Lord Chesterfield)

(Guitar and harmonica intro.)

We were headin’ south on US 17
Sky was blue, trees were green
Muggiest day I think I’d ever seen

Well the sun shone hot on our sedan roof
Sweat rolled off my daddy, he began to droop
When up ahead like a mirage we saw a sign

“Come see our gorilla,” the billboard screamed,
“And snakes by the dozen like an African scene
And gators, yes genuine gators for sale!”

We were six-packed in a car built for four
Excitement grew ’till we could take no more
Momma threatened murder if we didn’t hush

But in a moment of weakness my daddy pulled over
At a shabby little shack called The Jungle Marauder
And like a herd of jackals we bolted right out of the car

(Harmonica break)

Well it wasn’t quite Disney’s Animal Kingdom
And Busch Gardens had nothin’ to fear
But back in ’63 it was the finest thing we’d seen.

When we all burst in, that man had our number
Showed a tiny little gator from this land down under
“Florida’s finest,” he said with a wicked grin

“Come see our gorilla,” the billboard screamed,
“And snakes by the dozen like an African scene
And gators, yes genuine gators for sale!”

Well Mama said, “No” but Daddy Said “So
I wonder how much that little critter’ll grow.”
“Please, Daddy, tell him that we’ll take it!”

(Guitar and harmonica break)

When we were back on the road again
We named him after the Lord Chesterfield Inn
“Chester” for short and he was for a while

Then he outgrew the box in a few
So we moved him into our unfinished bomb shelter to
Ready, it seemed, for whatever might commence

“Come see our gorilla,” the billboard screamed,
“And snakes by the dozen like an African scene
And gators, yes genuine gators for sale!”

You see, we thought Chester might feel at ease
In that block-lined hole with water of green
Showin’ his chompers pretty as you please

Besides the cold war didn’t seem so hot
In light of this growin’ reptile we’d got
I guessed the Russians would just have to wait

(harmonica break)

Well, it’s many years later and I say with a tear
We released that gator not far from here
In a swamp just perfect for his sun-lazin’ style

And as far as I know he’s probly content
With a Mrs. Chesterfield
And I’ll bet they’re makin’ gators,
Genuine gators for sale

“Come see our gorilla,” billboard screamed,
“And snakes by the dozen like an African scene
And gators, yes genuine gators for sale!”

“Come see our gorillas,” the billboard screamed
“And snakes by the dozen like an African scene
And gators, genuine gators for sale!”

We talkin’ gators, Lord Chesterfield gators for sale!

8. Lighthouse Keeper – An immigrant from the Emerald Isle, my great-great- great-grandfather John Michael Doyle designed, built, and manned lighthouses. I almost feel like he had a part in the writing of this song. I like the metaphor of the lighthouse as a point of stability in a rolling sea of uncertainty.

Lighthouse Keeper

Lighthouse keeper, do you still scan the waters
To protect the lives and hopes of those on the sea
Looking forward, looking back
Recall the Emerald Isle of your father’s dreams
Did you think your children would remember you?

The work of your hands, you always built strong
Lighting the way to tomorrow and well beyond
To times unfamiliar in little touch with the past
But your hope and love continue and last
And through you — all your children, we are blessed.

All of your children, wherever they go
Whatever they know in their lives
All of your children, each will be as a lighthouse
Each will shine with a light that comes from within
You, Lighthouse Keeper with eyes on the water
With heart of warmth and love, you make it show
You make it glow

(Bridge)
Oooooooo Light across the waters
Oooooooo Light rippling across the sea
Love for one another
Love for you and me

(Instrumental)

All of your children, wherever they go
Whatever they know in their lives
All of your children, each will be as a lighthouse
Each will shine with a light that comes from within…

You Lighthouse Keeper
Do you still scan the waters
To protect the lives and hopes of those on the sea
Of those like me
We’re all on the sea
Make safe harbor for me
Shine your light on me….

9. White Cadillacalimousina – When Patty and I saw a white limousine, I immediately started riffing the tag line of this song. Soon we began throwing nonsense phrases at each other and kept repeating “white cadillacalimousina.” I later took out the guitar, got a rhythm going, and there it was – something a little different, even for us!

White Cadillacalimousina

(harmonica intro)

She’s in a white Cadillacalimousina
She’s in a white Cadillacalimousina
A pearly white Cadillacalimousina
A silky nice Cadillacalimousina

Now I’ll ask you once again if you’ve seen her
She’s in a white Cadillacalimousina
Smokin’ little number guarantee ya
Foggin’ that white cadillacalimousina
Please tell me, have you seen her
She’s ridin’ in a white –
A white Cadillacalimousina

Could be a beautiful brunette by name of Mona
Bronzed by the sun and a little Coppertona
Come down East from way out West in Arizona
In a sleek Cadillacalimazona?
Please tell me, have you seen her
She’s ridin’ in a white –
A white Cadillacalimousina

Oooo watch her ride
Wish I could be by her side
Oooo maybe I’d get kind of sly
Pretend to be sorta shy
Until she’d look me Until she’d look me
Until she’d look me in the eye

All in a white Cadillacalimousina
All in a white Cadillacalimousina
A pearly white Cadillacalimousina
A silky nice Cadillacalimousina

Could be a bomb blonde baby ballerina
Tucked in her white Cadillacalimousina
Cuter little thing you’ve never seena
In her white Cadillacalimousina
Please Tell me, have you seen her
She’s ridin’ in a white –
A white Cadillacalimousina

Oooo watch her ride
Wish I could be by her side
Oooo maybe I’d get kind of sly
Pretend to be sorta shy

(Instrumental break)

Till the sun sneaked in from the Eastern Sea-a
And she finds herself sitting next to me-a
With as shocked an expression as could be-a
In her white cadillacalimousina

Then she said…
Don’t know how I didn’t see ya
But I’ll ask you to get out of my
White Cadillacalimousina

No No No No – This is my dream (Please Get Out….)
You’re not supposed to be talking!
Is it morning already?
Now, if I can just get back to sleep and straighten this out.

White Cadillacalimousina White Cadillacalimousina
White Cadillacalimousina White Cadillacalimousina

10. Should Have Known Her – After working at the Grandfather Mountain Highland Games for a stretch of nearly twenty-four hours, I came home with Scottish rhythms reverberating through my head. Soon I began to spin a lively Celtic tale about a fatally feisty Scottish belle. Despite the fickle nature of the lassie and the responses of the singer, everything works out in the end.

Should Have Known Her

(Harmonica Intro)

I should have known it right away
When I saw her strut and felt her sway
No I never ever should have stayed
I should be safe at home

Yeah, I should have known it right away
And turned my back as if to say
I never saw you, and you needn’t stay
I’m gonna go on home

Lie di-dn di-dn Di-dl-lie
Di-dl-lie di-dn di-dn Di-dl-lie
Di-dl-lie di-dn di-dn Di-dl-lie
Di-dl-lie di-dl li-tn ta-die

(Harmonica break)

When first I looked into her face
Heard angels sing “Amazing Grace”
If I didn’t leave, It’d be too late
I’d never get back home.

She caught me in her azure eyes,
In pools of blue sharks sometimes thrive
I’m lucky now to be alive
And finally make it home

Lie di… (Harmonica)

She told me of her tragic life
And all she’d hped for was to be the wife
Of someone gentle, kind, and nice
I should have been at hom

Felt sorry for her, so would you
She was attractive — good looking too
‘Most made me forget all I knew
That I should be safe at home

Lie di… (Harmonica Bridge)

Another day, what should befall
Felt her sending out her siren call
‘Twas another man she did enthrall
Showing him her starry eyes

I should have known it right away
Women like her will make you pay
Save it for another day
I’m gonna go on home

Lie di… (Harmonica)
Lie di…

I’m gonna go on home

11. Only Now – When Patty and I were flying back from Los Angeles, I felt the sensation of being suspended in time and space. As Patty slumbered beside me, I wrote a little poem which later became this song. I wanted Patty’s trumpet to simulate the flight itself – starting low at the beginning, soaring high during the middle sequences, and returning softly to the earth at the end. It totally captures the idea I wanted to convey.

Only Now

Thirty thousand feet
I’m about to fall asleep
Strange how quickly we become
Numb to the future and the past

Like a rocket we soar
Through an open door
While so slowly below
The ground creeps away to the horizon

As we fly And we fly
As we fly And we fly

Traveling from west to east
Recalling those whom we leave behind
Strolling along
Cooled by their chill summer ocean

As we fly Still we fly
As we fly Still we fly

Trumpet instrumental

Traveling from west to east
Behind us the sun retreats
And gradually slides
Over the edge of the familiar

And we fly Still we fly
And we fly Still we fly

Now beside me you dream
In softened darkness that seems
As black swan feathers
Cradling the silence of night

Thirty thousand feet
I’m about to fall asleep
Strange how quickly we become
Numb to the future and the past

Only now Can last
Only now Can last
Only now Can last
Only now
Only now
Only now

12. Everything Comes in Time – When I began to work on this song, I traveled down a winding road leading to… an emotional journey? The circle of a full life? A metaphor representing life, death, and what follows? You can decide where you want it to take you. As soon as I started to develop this CD, I wanted this song to be the concluding number.

Everything Comes in Time

Ooooooooooo

A baby child on my very first day
I looked up as if to say
I want to get up
I want to get around

I sat right up there in the bed
Shook my head like I was ready
To hit the road
Like I was ready to make my way

When a voice said, “Little Baby,
Why don’t you lie back down.
Oh Little Baby, just look at what’s all around.
Your life has just begun,
You don’t need to be on the run

‘Cause everything comes in time
Yeah everything comes in time
Everything comes in time
Everything comes in time”

As a young man I roamed the streets
While an old man shuffled his feet
And he asked me, “Hey, what’s your hurry?”
He said, “The sunshines bright nearly every day
And in the night time there’s a lot to say
In the moonlight if you’re ready
But you gotta slow down some, if you’re gonna be ready
‘Cause everything comes in time
Yeah everything comes in time
Everything comes in time
Everything comes in time”

(Bridge)
Ooooooooo Oooooooo
I grew up, found a wife
Settled down for a beautiful life in the country
Had ourselves some lovely kids
Did all the things we never did before

‘Till she said, “I no longer love you”
‘Till she said, “I no longer care”

Now I really know….
Every thing comes in time
Everything comes in time
Everything comes in time

They wheeled me into a cold, gray room
The doctor came all too soon
And then he said, “I think it’s time.”
The nurse wiped something from her eye
And at my bedside someone cried, but I didn’t know
Who it could be
When all at once it flashed back to me
That everything came in time
Yeah, everything came in time
In this old life of mine
I’d felt the sweet sun shine
And everything came in time.

Just when I began slippng away
I felt a voice inside me softly say
I’m beside you now, you can let go
I saw a face I can’t now describe
But when I closed my eyes
I could hear the voice better
Better all the time
A little better, better all the time

Saying, “Little Baby,
Why don’t you lie back down
Oh… Little baby, just look at what’s all around
You don’t need to worry
You did it all just fine…………. And

Everything came in time
Everything came in time
Everything comes in time
Everything comes in time

Everything comes in time
– Bob Tatum