Girl Time
Written by Debbie Fleming
Timbits potato chips and cheap red wine in a paper cup,
List’nin’ and dishin’ up what’s on our minds until the sun comes up.
I’m talkin’ ‘bout Girl Time
And hangin’ with sweet friends of mine,
And sippin’ on cheap red wine in a paper cup.
Take a load off, take your shoes off and let your toes wiggle in the cool night air,
Have a laugh, have a cry, have a belly-shakin’ giggle –throw away your cares!
I’m talkin’ ‘bout Girl Time
And hangin’ with sweet friends of mine,
And sippin’ on cheap red wine in a paper cup.
Talkin’ ‘bout joys, talkin’ ‘bout sorrows,
Beefin’ ‘bout the boys, and dreamin’ ‘bout tomorrow.
Raisin’ our voice and singin’ like a chorus –
Wild and free – and oh so glad to be just sharin’ those
Timbits, potato chips and cheap red wine in a paper cup
Whether hissin’ or dissin’ – it’s never a crime –
Whatever comes up – it’s OK!
I’m talkin’ ‘bout Girl Time
And hangin’ with sweet friends of mine,
And sippin’ on cheap red wine in a paper cup.
Talkin’ ‘bout joys, talkin’ ‘bout sorrows,
Beefin’ ‘bout the boys, and dreamin’ ‘bout tomorrow.
Raisin’ our voice and singin’ like a chorus –
Wild and free – and oh so glad to be just sharin’ those
Timbits, potato chips and cheap red wine in a paper cup
Whether jokin’ or topin’ – it’s never a crime –
Whatever comes up – it’s OK!
I’m talkin’ ‘bout Girl Time
And hangin’ with sweet friends of mine,
And sippin’ on cheap red wine in a paper cup.
Girl time, girl time until the sun comes up
And sippin’ on cheap red wine in a paper cup, in a paper cup
Girl Time, Girl time!!
© 2003 Fleming Songs Publishing
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No Spring Chicken
Written by Debbie
Fleming
I once was the new chick on the block
Every hen and rooster knew my name
In the pecking order, I rose quickly to the top,
And I had my share of fortune and fame.
When the new brood comes, the old guard moves along –
Wingin’ it and singin’ their own song.
The beat can go from fast to slow in the twinklin’ of an eye,
But we still fly! Me oh my!
Chorus:
I ain’t no spring chicken, but I love to be alive,
And I can’t stop the music in my soul
I ain’t no spring chicken, I’m over thirty-five
But you can never be too old to rock and roll.
I don’t wear an earring in my belly button,
I don’t care to backpack solo ‘round the world,
I no longer go rock climbin’ or bungee jumpin’
And I’m a tad past bein’ a Cosmo Girl
When layin’ was our main preoccupation
We kept those roosters boppin’ all day long.
But now we have the time to chase our dreams up to the sky
And we still fly, me oh my!
Chorus:
Tag: You can never be too old to rock and roll!!!
© 2005 Fleming Songs Publishing
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The Tennessee Waltz
Written by Redd Stewart/Pee Wee King
I was dancin' with my darlin to the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I happened to see.
I introduced her to my darlin' and while they were dancin'
My friend stole my sweetheart from me.
I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz
Now I know just how much I have lost
Yes, I lost my little darlin' the night they were playin'
That beautiful Tennessee Waltz
He goes dancin' with the darkness to the Tennessee Waltz
And I feel like I'm falling apart
And it's stronger than drink and it's deeper than sorrow
This darkness he left in my heart
I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz
Cause I know just how much I have lost
Yes I lost my little darlin' the night they were playin'
The beautiful Tennessee waltz
The beautiful Tennessee waltz.
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Peace of Mind
Written by Debbie Fleming, Sept. 2003
Well I'm lost on this old highway
The rear-view mirror's foggin' up my mind.
And I won't stop 'til I get to My Way
Maybe there I'll find some peace of mind.
God knows I need some peace of mind.
The clouds are hidin' the mountain tops
The windshield wipers slap from side to side
The tears I'm cryin' , they just won't stop
Cuz I ‘m leavin’ my broken dreams behind
I made a wrong turn back a way
Cuz I was young -- learnin' how to drive
Takin' his direction was a sad mistake,
And I lost my way and I nearly lost my mind
Chorus
I'm keepin' my eyes on the straight white lines
They’re leadin’ me away from where I've been.
I'm following the signs to the nearest state line-
Cuz I'm weary of the state I'm in.
Bridge:
Up ahead the highway is shinin' like a diamond,
The mountain tops are glowin' in the sun.
A rainbow in the sky's like a neon sign
To My Way -- here I come
Here I come.
I'm Gonna find my way on this old highway.
I’m gonna keep lookin' ahead and not behind.
I know I'm on the right road to My Way.
Maybe there I'll find some peace of mind
I'm Gonna find my way on this old highway.
Gonna keep lookin' ahead and not behind.
I know I'm on the right road to My Way.
Maybe there I'll find some peace of mind
God knows I need some peace of mind.
Some peace of mind.
© 2003 Fleming Songs Publishing
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My Favourite Book
Written by Debbie
Fleming
Saturday Morning and no place to go
The radio’s warning it’s thirty below, but I don’t mind
Cuz I’ve got time to read my favourite book.
Get a hot cup of cocoa, curl up in my chair,
Let the wind and the snow blow, I haven’t a care when I unwind,
It frees my mind to read my favourite book.
Bridge:
Every page is my great escape to another place in time,
A hot romance in the south of France, et voila! It’s summertime!
Breathing pure mountain air in the Pyrenees,
Feel his fingers in my hair as we laze by the sea,
A glass of wine, passion is mine all through my favourite book.
Every page is my great escape to another place in time,
The Riviera is mine to take – and it doesn’t cost me one thin dime!
Before I know it, it’s time for bed
I’m back from my travels, my book’s been read for the umpteenth time
The sun’s still shinin’ in my favourite book.
It’s so sublime to free my mind and read my favourite book!
The end.
© 2003 Fleming Songs Publishing
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Good Old Jim the Traffic Guy
Written by Debbie Fleming, Mary Ellen Moore and Dorothy McDonall
Have you ever heard traffic done eloquently?
Well we have, we heard it on CBC!
Chorus
Good old Jim the traffic guy, he’s on the CBC
He's up before the sun does rise, a-helpin' you and me
To get to work, to get to school, to get from A to B
That's good old Jim the traffic guy, he’s on the CBC
Early in the mornin', and not a car in sight,
Jim drives to the studio when it's still black as night
He flops into his swivel chair with a bagel and some tea,
He flips the switch, he's on the air on the good old CBC
A semi haulin' poultry is lyin' on it's side,
Traffic's down to one lane on a hiway six lanes wide,
Jim says "Take the exit that leads to the 407"
Cuz he knows them chickens in that truck have found their way to heaven.
Chorus
A billboard's fallen in the westbound lane of Bloor St. and Yonge,
Jim's reroutin' traffic, and he makes it sound like fun
City streets are piled with snow, those SUVs don't care
"Drive with caution" Jim implores, while tearin' out his hair.
There's a fender-bender at Bathurst north of Steeles,
Southbound on the 404 a van has lost its wheels,
Eastbound on the Gardiner, a streaker's run amok
And all them rubberneckers are screamin' "What the (bleep bleep)
Bridge:
He greets us in the morning, and he gets us home at night
If it weren't for Jim the traffic guy, our drive would be a fright!
Traffic in the morning, traffic in the evening, traffic at suppertime
Jim's our little darlin' when he gets us home on time, whooo!
Chorus
© 2004 Fleming Songs Publishing
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See BC on CBC
Written by Debbie Fleming
When I was a girl, I'd read about the world
And all the places I should see.
The Taj Mahal, and the China Wall
Never really did it for me.
The White Cliffs of Dover never won me over
The Eiffel Tower made me yawn.
The pyramids never flipped my lid
But then again, I was young.
But high school geography struck a chord in me
And Canada especially!
The maritimes, and the great white north
East to west from sea to sea.
The Great Lakes and the prairies et la belle province
Were fascinating as can be
But the Rockies in the west were a cut above the rest
And suddenLY I had to see B.C.!
The best way I could visit those lofty heights
Was to turn on my TV
And watch the Beachcombers on Friday nights
With all my family
The mountains, the Pacific and that beautiful shore
Filled me with reverie!
But for then I had to be content to see B.C. on C.B.C.
When I fled the nest, I knew I'd never rest
Until I realized my dream.
So I flew out to the Island, and I knew that this was my land
Reaching out to welcome me.
So I found myself a job, and met a guy named Bob,
Settled down and had a family.
Now the west is home -- no more will I roam,
And I no longer have to see B.C. on CBC
Cuz I live here in Nanaimo
I no longer have to see B.C. on CBC
How I love to mountain-climb, oh
I no longer have to see B.C. on CBC!
©2004 Fleming Songs Publishing
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Mama Played Banjo
Written by Debbie
Fleming
Mama led a hard life, but she did the best she could
How she got us through it all, I’ve never understood,
With four kids and a three-legged dog, she was a single mom who worked two jobs.
Mama led a hard life, but she never let it show.
We all felt we were lucky because she loved us so.
We were poor as dirt with nothin’ to show
And mama’s greatest treasure was her papa’s old banjo
And each night as the crickets sang,
Mama’s hard-workin’ fingers would softly twang.
Chorus
Mama played banjo, it was like a lullaby
Mama played banjo, until the day she died
Mama played banjo, and I swear that this is true
Mama’s love and that old banjo got us through.
At the end of a long day, doin’ for everybody else,
Mama’d tuck us in and take the banjo from the shelf
Sometimes I’d hear her cry as she caressed those strings,
But by and by her voice would softly sing
Mama played banjo, it was like a lullaby
Mama played banjo, until the day she died
Mama played banjo, and I swear that this is true
All the hardships mama handled were absorbed by that old banjo
Mama played banjo, it was like a lullaby
Mama played banjo, until the day she died
Mama played banjo, and I swear that this is true
Mama’s love and that old banjo got us through.
©2006 Fleming Songs Publishing (SOCAN)
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Chocolate Blues
Written by Dorothy McDonall, Debbie Fleming and Mary Ellen Moore
Gimme some chocolate!
When I’m in a muddle, or feelin’ in a fix,
I find a little old vending machine and I buy myself a Twix.
I peel off the wrapper, and I take a little bite, MMMM
The cookie’s so good, and the caramel’s so sweet
And the chocolate! Well it’s outasight!
Chorus:
Gimme some chocolate to melt my blues away
Gimme some chocolate, a little bit every day
Gimme some chocolate, to set my mind at ease
Just give me some chocolate, and bring me to my knees.
When I’m feelin’ sexy, and a man’s nowhere to be found,
I buy myself a box of the best, and baby I go to town.
I take a nutty hard one, and place it gently on my tongue
And I suck on it slow so endorphins’ll flow
Now BABY! That’s havin’ fun!
Chorus
Bridge:
When I’m feelin’ lonely, or even a little sad,
I dig right into that chocolate box, and then I don’t feel so bad
I really should kick this habit, I’m feeling a little fat
But without my Twix, I don’t get my fix
And you wouldn’t want to see that
Chorus
Chorus
Give me some chocolate right now! Oh yeah!
©2004 Fleming Songs Publishing (SOCAN)
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New Star in the Sky (Devorah's Song)
(In Memory of Devorah Goodman)
Written by Debbie Fleming
CHORUS:
There’s a new star in the sky,
And the twinkle in her eye lights my way as I struggle through this dark and lonely night.
There’s a new star in the sky shining bright, but oh so high
And I wish that I could fly up to that new star in the sky.
Not so long ago I could touch her,
I could stroke her hair, and I could hold her in my arms.
With each new dawn, her spirit shone,
It’s like she was the sun
The radiance of her smile made me warm.
Her dancing feet embraced the earth beneath them,
She couldn’t wait to face what each new day would bring.
She was like the wind, so wild and free
Her dazzling mind ignited me,
And the music of her laughter made me sing
CHORUS
I miss her, I miss her so,
But she’s still with me – this I know
She reminds me every time I see her shine
And I’d give anything to hold her one more time.
I wish I could fly,
If only I could fly
To that new star in the sky,
With the twinkle in her eye that lights my way as I struggle through this dark and lonely night.
There’s a new star in the sky shining bright, but oh so high
And I wish that I could fly up to that new star in the sky.
Fly, I wish I could fly
Fly, if only I could fly
Fly I wish I could fly
Fly away to that new star in the sky
I wish I could fly away to that new star in the sky
©2005 Fleming Songs Publishing (SOCAN)
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Back to the Light
(In Memory of Alan Newman)
Written by Debbie
Fleming
CHORUS:
Back to the light, back to the light
No more darkness, no more night
No more cryin’ , no pain to fight
Jesus guide me back to the light
In my life, I’ve climbed my mountains
When I’ve slipped and fallen,
When hope was gone
Your gentle hand would guide me onward
And give me strength to carry on.
I’ve known joy, and I’ve known sorrow,
I’ve touched Heaven, and crawled the muddy ground.
Through it all I sing of heaven’s glory,
And when you call my name,
I’ll lay my burden down.
Chorus
In the earthly days that lie before me
I’ll live to love, and dare to do what’s right
And when my task has been accomplished,
Lord guide me softly back to the light
Chorus
Sweet Jesus guide me back to the light.
©2006, Fleming Songs Publishing (SOCAN)
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