I Gotza Song.....

.... sorta.  Kinda.  But I can't sing worth a pickled egg!  Ask anyone who has ever showered with me, see, cause that is mostly where I sing.  Fact is, ya know, that I do such a Great job of Not singing well that the turned off the water that time when I was singing at the YMCA and told me that hence-forth & such I should just shower at home.  And there was no one else in the shower at the time!

And I don't even know whole songs all the way through.... just bits&snatches&bits&pieces... like that is gonna stop a body like me wit a heart & soul like mine iffen I really wanna sing! No Sirree Bob!

So I gotza song.... sing it with me!

Oh Beautiful

for Spacious skies....
For amber waves of grain....

For purple mountains majesty...

...above the fruited plain....

America, America.....
Come gather round people
wherever you roam

God shed his grace on thee

...and admit that the waters
around you have grown....
from sea to shining sea.....

...if your time to you is worth saving....
...and crown thy good with brotherhood

..for the loser now
will later to win...

...Oh, beautiful
for Patriot Dreams...

..Don't criticize
what you can't understand...

Come writers and critics
who prophesize with your pen

...hum hum hum hum

that sees beyond the years.

thine alabaster cities gleam....

undimmed by human tears...

hum hum hum hum &hummmmm

Come Senators and Congressmen
please heed the call....
..till paths be wrought
through wilds of thought...
Don't  stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall....
...till selfish gain
no longer stain
the banner of the free ....
...as the present now
will later be past......................

... and sometimes I just cry in the shower.