Woke up way to early
After a 40 hour rerun
Coffee got me thinkin’
‘bout all that needed done.

Grass needs a cuttin’
But before I do
Gonna take my time
just bein’ with you.

You’re at the top of my To Do List
My never tired of you list.
Sometimes, don’t know what to do with.
Still at the top of my To Do List.

Gotta pull weeds and change a bulb
More weeds then some gardening
fix a drip in the faucet that leaks
Power Wash most everything.

Gather the trash, take to the curb.
Clear the drain of hairs not mine
Why do I work this hard?
For one reason I can’t deny.

You’re at the top of my To Do List
My never tired of you list.
Sometimes, don’t know what to do with.
You’re at the top of my To Do List.

Right at the top of my To Do List
In red like your two lips.
Know what I’d like to do with.
You at the top of my To Do List.


Just for you baby
I’d hold your purse at the mall
so you can take 20 minutes
lookin’ for the perfect bra.

Watch a romantic movie
The same plot as the one before
Snap us another selfie
that’ll prolly just stay on the phone.

Listen to your problems
And NOT try to fix ‘em.
Write down these words
so you’ll know that I’m feelin’

You’re at the top of my To Do List
My never tired of you list.
Underlined too fully ex-press.
You’re at the top of my To Do List.

Clear at the top of my To Do List
Sticks out like your smooth hips.
Know what I’d like to do with.
You at the top of my To Do List.

Bridge
Hope you know what I’m tryin’ to say
I love all your turns and straightaways.
But, my favorite curve is the
one that lights up your face.
That’s why…..

You’re at the top of my To Do List
Never crossed out or dis-missed.

There at the top of my To Do List
Is the one I can’t resist.
I know just what to do with you,
at the top of my To Doooo-ooo List.

You’re number one on my To Do List!!!

Verse 1
Standin’ on the shaky platform,
in my twenty-dollar suit.
My buddies long sinceAC boarded trains,
to learn to fight, learn to shoot.

Was time for me to do my part,
join the cause, made up my mind.
Do what’s right, what needed done
not get left behind.
Verse 2
Dad drove us to the station
in his beat-up Model A.
A thousand words stuck inside,
pride blocking their way.

Mom, she wore her Sunday best,
Dad still sportin’ his overalls.
But standin’ there on that platform,
he never looked so tall.
Chorus
They say that men aren’t meant to cry,
we’re taught to hide behind our pride.
But when I left my world behind,
I cried a little on the inside.

Verse 3
Two steps back and a little bit shy,
stood the girl I’d wed three weeks ago.
Prettiest smile I’d ever seen,
hidin’ tears she refused to show.

We hugged goodbye, I turned to wave,
then climbed aboard the waiting train.
My Dad, my Mom, my Betty Jean
three brave faces maskin’ their pain.
Bridge
The train rolled on, and no tears fell,
my heart grew heavy as a stone.
With every mile, their faces stayed,
etched in my soul, I’s never alone.
Chorus
They say that men aren’t meant to cry,
we’re taught to hide behind our pride.
But when I left my world behind,
I cried a little on the inside.

Outro
Though I never shed a tear,
like my feelings were classified.
Even the strongest hearts will learn
that sometimes men cry inside. Yeah, sometimes men cry….inside.

First Verse
Six-year-old fingers folded in prayer.
Hands clenched tight as he whispered his cares.
Askin’ God for the one thing he’d never had,
a lovin’ man that he could call…Dad.

His Mom did her best to raise the boy right.
Often playin’ both roles never showin’.. stage fright.
Tried to marry her off each chance that he could,
To the mailman, preacher, or guys in the neighborhood.

Pre-Chorus
They say it takes a village. It makes sense to me.
But, just who was his bonus family?

Chorus
They might not have known it,
but they had themselves some Dad moments.
even if you’re not the father,
you can help mold a son or daughter.
A minute or two together,
can sometimes last forever.

Second Verse
Who taught him how to paint a fence, build a ragin’ fire?
Plant seeds, pull weeds, or even change a tire?
Hammer a nail, build up that tool kit?
Skip a stone and hug like you mean it?

Did an uncle make him a go-getter?
Did his papaw make that man much better?
Perhaps it was that local preacher?
Or, it could have been his sixth-grade teacher?

Chorus
They may not have known it,
but they had themselves some Dad moments.
Even if you’re not the father,
you can help mold a son or daughter.
A minute or two together,
might just last forever.

Bridge
All grown now with two kids of his own.
One chip off the block, one her mother’s clone.
He’s passin’ on some moments it’s clear to see.
Like don’t take life so seriously.
Things go well, be humble not conceited.
And, exactly how a woman should be treated.

Chorus
He may not have known it.
But, he had himself some Dad moments.
Even if you’re not the father.
You can help mold a son or daughter.
A papaw, teacher, or other.
You could even be their mother.
It’s a moment that blesses……….everyone.

Wiped the fog from my bedroom window,
Rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
To my delight, saw a blanket of white.
But Jack Frost kept me inside.

Where the air felt warm, like Mamaw’s hugs,
with a sweet and curious smell.
My nose would say, without delay,
“What is that sugary spell?”

With a rumbling in my tummy,
I knew what had to be done.
A quick mission to the kitchen,
with my camo PJ's on.

Cause….

It’s a Christmas Cookie Hunt
Come with me if you dare.
Caught their scent in the air,
so goodies beware.
It's a Christmas Cookie Hunt


I zipped down the stairs in a flash.
The landing was really quite stealth.
Took the view in, with a grin,
sprinkled gems of buttery wealth.

That part was easy for this scout.
Lookin’ back, it was kind of a blur.
Now between me and sweet victory
Lie a beast with thick golden fur.

But…

It’s a Christmas Cookie Hunt
Come with me if you dare.
Caught their scent in the air,
so goodies beware.
It's a Christmas Cookie Hunt

Tip-toed right past Bailey.
Her ears peaked with curi-o-sity.
Inching my way closer,
ever so cau-tious-ly.

Ducked beneath the table,
next to my baby sister.
Reached up with no fear, only to hear,
“No cookie for breakfast, mister!”

“Aww Mom, I was…

On a Christmas Cookie Hunt
Only one is all I’d want.
I’d caught their scent in the air,
plus I’m willin’ to share….


But, I walked away defeated.
Heard Dad say, “Come see me, son!
The battle may have been lost,
But the war can still be won.

Christmas is all about giving,
One day, my son, you’ll see.
But if you want, I’ll teach you to hunt.”
Then he split his cookie with me.

(Optional last verse)
What a Christmas Cookie Hunt.
Nearly ended in disaster.
With some pluck and a little luck,
Next year, I’ll be even faster.