WISHIN’ I’D LISTENED

by Stan C. Countz

CHORUS
I swore you’d be fine / I ignored all the signs
Couldn’t see the speed bumps up ahead
Toolin’ down the road / in automatic mode
While you were lyin’ in your bed
I was miles away / when you passed away
By the time I arrived, you were dead
Now I’m wishin’ I’d listened to what the doctor said
Now I’m wishin’ I’d listened to what the doctor said

VERSE 1
I was a “man on a mission” / unaware of your condition
Now I’m wishin’ I’d listened to what the doctor said
Now I’m wishin’ I’d listened to what the doctor said

Who knows when we will go? / how well can anyone tell?
The tides ebb and flow ‘til we all leave this shell
Til we all leave this shell

SHORT CHORUS
I swore you’d be fine / I ignored all the signs
Couldn’t see the road block up ahead
Toolin’ down the road / in automatic mode
While you were lyin’ in your bed
Now I’m wishin’ I’d listened to what the doctor said

INSTRUMENTAL/BRIDGE

No one knows where the wind will blow
When it’s time to come or time to go
Who knows where we will go or where we will be? for all eternity?
Who knows where we will go or where we will be? for all eternity?

THE BAR HUNTER

by Stan C. Countz
[dedicated to his father, Charlie Countz and all hunters everywhere]

He loved the mountain air
He was always on the prowl
Cougar, coon or bear
Ooh them dogs could howl

I recall one night he'd searched ‘til light
But couldn’t quite find a bar
They came back late, tails between their legs
And heard a loud, sharp bark
They'd treed a bar right thar
In the back yard

When the night was serene and everyone was sleepin'
He'd be lost in some ravine callin', crawlin' and creepin'
So don't be bawlin' and weepin'
He ain't fallen, he's just sleepin'
So give thanks, he's leapin' for joy
'Cuz he's joined the ranks
Of the "good ol' boys"

His eyes will see the light
His ears will hear the sound
His face will shine so bright
He'll walk on solid ground

He was lost but now he's found
He was blind but now he sees
Hears the barkin' of a hound
He's got a bar up thar in a tree

THAT CHARLIE GRIN

by Stan Countz

He loved to hunt; he was a mountain man
When he shook your hand – you knew it
But he couldn’t fish worth a damn
And if you fibbed– he saw through it

His favorite singer was Johnny Cash
He had his name carved on his belt
He wore a handlebar mustache
And told you just how he felt

Loved the smell of mountain air
A cup of coffee on a cold night
Trackin’ mountain lion and bear
And a good clean fight

He told great jokes
Just to make folks laugh
And his stories were just a kick
For many years, he smoked two packs
A day but I’m glad to say – he quit

He was fond of the ladies
Especially blondes
Loved puppies and babies
Rivers and ponds

Drove a truck; not a Mercedes
But now his keys are gone
He never made it to eighty
But he loved Ding Dongs

If I’d owned a magic wand
I’d have made him better
But his days of pain are gone
And he will live forever

In our hearts and memories
He’ll walk on golden streets
And one day we'll meet again
He'll ask us how we've been
And flash that Charlie grin