Playing For The Crickets (Covid 19 Remix)

 

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Sorry, I have been absent for a few weeks but trying to get back into the swing of writing and reading. I wrote this one last summer but now we have the remix.  Enjoy.

Here I am, sitting all alone at home

‘Cause I’m not allowed to tour to play my songs

I pop the top to a Corona and add a lime

The fireflies signal that it is time

So I walk out to the dock and start to play

It seems so weird with no one chanting my name

My fingers come alive as I start to strum

I warm up my voice and start to hum

Here I go,  playing for the crickets

‘Cause no one is allowed to buy any tickets

I’ve got a chorus of bullfrogs playing bass

A hundred fireflies lighting up the place

My dog’s tail beats an old metal trash can as if playing drums

He’s a little off beat but he sure knows how to stick out his tongue

A stray cat chimes in with a melody

An old dog barks because we disturb his sleep

An alligator joins in from the swamp

I like how he stomps, I pray he doesn’t chomp

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A thousand mosquitoes buzz overhead

I better play one they like or they might sting me dead

I play one about that old muddy creek

And they fly away content, leaving us in peace

I play another about a summer love that I let slip away

A raccoon decides to join the crowd before the night turns to day

I close the night with a few of my greatest hits

Then my butt tells me it’s tired of the sits

So I stand and thank my band and take a bow

My show is over and I look at the crowd

I thank the raccoon, cat, dog,  gator, fireflies and the crickets

That’s all there is because no one is allowed to buy any tickets

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Six Feet Apart by Luke Combs –

Quarantine Life by Matthew West –

Together ( We’ll Get Through This) by Steven Curtis Chapman –

Six Feet Apart by Alec Benjamin –

Playing For The Crickets

 

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Out here playing for the crickets

Cause no one will buy any tickets

I’ve got a chorus of bullfrogs playing bass

Hundred lightning bugs lighting up the place

My dog’s tail beats an old metal trash can as if playing drums

He’s a little off beat but he sure knows how to stick out his tongue

A stray cat chimes in with a melody

An old dog barks because we disturb his sleep

An alligator joins in from the swamp

I like how he stomps, I pray he doesn’t chomp

Image result for alligator in swamp

A thousand mosquitoes buzz overhead

I better play one they like or they might sting me dead

I play one about that old muddy creek

And they fly away content, leaving us in peace

I play another about a summer love that I let slip away

A raccoon decides to join the crowd before the night turns to day

I close the night with a few of my greatest hits

Then my butt tells me it’s tired of the sits

So I stand and thank my band and take a bow

My show is over and I look at the crowd

I thank the raccoon and the crickets

That’s all there is because no one will buy any ticketsImage result for lightning bugs in swamp