Song Lyrics

Always Hear the Harmony
the Life Version

by Grammy Winning Producer and Artist –  Art Greenhaw

If life’s fires only refine you,
when you’re up against the heat,
If you always feel some pity
for the outcast on the street,
If you play the song within you,
(Note: The song within you is a reference to the Holy Spirit)
make a broken chord complete,
You’ll always hear the harmony
and you’ll always feel the beat.
(Note:  The beat is a reference to the heartbeat of the baby in the womb)

If you share Life’s gift of grace
with every girl and boy you meet,
If every mother gets to see
her baby’s hands and feet,
(Note:  This stanza is a reference to the sonogram)
And she listens for the breathing
of her tiny child asleep,
Then she always hears the harmony
and she always feels the beat.

If you hear the music, it’s your soul and it’s talking,

If you feel the rhythm, it’s your heart and it’s walking.

Cause there’s one small soul inside her
that thrills to hear her voice,
(Note:  The little baby in the womb recognizes its mother’s voice)
This one and only gift from God,
who’s never just a choice,
For every child is wanted
in The Maker’s plan complete,
(Note: The Maker is a reference to God the Father)
And Life always hears the harmony,
(Note:  Life is a reference to Jesus Christ.)
and Life always feels the beat.

If you hear the music, it’s your soul and it’s talking,

If you feel the rhythm, it’s your heart and it’s walking.

If you light one little candle
whose beam the distance throws,
If you say, “Here I stand”
for a million unborn Roes,
(Note: Estimated 54,000,000 aborted in the U.S. since 1973*)
If you always fight the Good Fight
‘til the Son of Man you meet,
You’ll always hear the harmony,
(Note: Harmony is a reference to the Holy Trinity)
and you’ll always feel the beat.

Copyright 2010 – Greenhaw Records

*In 1973, Roe v. Wade was filed at the Earl Cabell Federal Building in Dallas, Texas.  Henry Wade was the District Attorney who prosecuted the case.  For over 40 years, thousands have protested the final verdict on the anniversary of the filing of the case. In recent years, large rallies have been held in the parking lot of the Earl Cabell Federal Building where people pray out loud to God that this case will be reversed.

Men In Blue

They’ll know us by the flag of the brave and true, we’re proud to be Men in Blue.

This is the story of men and women in blue,
this is the peace officers’ way,
upholding the law is what we’ve all sworn,
and for us, it’s all in a day,
facing life with courage, honor and skill,
that call after call we renew,
when it’s our time to go, it’s all about what’s right,
cause we’ve pledged to be men in blue.

So, sometime crime wins, well, life’s not always fair,
we move on with steel-eyed face,
it’s nothing for us to get knocked around,
but stay down, to us, that’s disgrace,
the harder we’re thrown, the higher we bounce,
we’re proud that we’re brave and we’re true,
at the end of the day, it’s all about what’s right,
for we’re called to be men in blue.

We’re men and women of the law, peace officers all,
and we’ve served the best that we could,
we’ve all done our part for the safety of our town,
and justice will surely call that “good”,
now, death may come crawling, or it may come with a pounce,
but whether he’s old or he’s new,
when we look in the mirror, it’s all about what’s right,
for we’re called to be men in blue.

They’ll know us by the flag of the brave and the true,
we’re proud to be men in blue.

men……in……blue……!

(as recorded on Art Greenhaw Records)
Copyright, Art Greenhaw-Truthmonger Publishing BMI
All Right Reserved.

Church In The Valley

From this church that we love we are leaving,
For it’s changed from the Faith we hold dear,
But that spot where we met every Sunday,
I am sure in our hearts will be near.

Come and be by my side as we’re leaving,
Take my hand as we hold back the tears,
We’ll remember that church in the valley,
That we’ll love for the rest of our years.

Some New Day we’ll come back to this valley,
To the church where once Jesus was preached,
And we’ll hear once again how He’s Risen,
And again souls in sin shall be reached.

Come and be by my side as we’re leaving,
Take my hand as we hold back the tears,
We’ll remember that church in the valley,
That we’ll love for the rest of our years.

(as featured in the album, ROOTS GOSPEL ‘ROUND THE USA by The Light Crust Doughboys & Grant Maloy Smith on ART GREENHAW RECORDS.)
Written /adapted /arranged by Greenhaw-Montgomery-Cohen, Truthmonger Publishing, BMI.
Copyright 2014.  All Rights Reserved.

The Toy Yodeler

A long time ago, in a toy store one day,
I searched high and low for a new game to play;
There on the top shelf, seemed waiting for me,
This tag said, “I’ll yodel if you’ll wind up my key”

“Oh, I’m the Toy Yod’ler, please take me away,
Stand quard by your bed post, keep watch while you pray,
Be a friend when you’re lonesome, I look real, don’t you see?
And the best part of all I go yodel-odel-adee-hee!”

Throughout the years it was more than a toy,
My sweet sounding friend stayed my pride and my joy.
Dave had a ship, Bill had got a plane,
But my neat Toy Yod’ler put their toys to shame!

Soon I grew up, now a man not a boy,
My favorite sound still came from that toy;
I searched for a sweetheart with a melody,
But none matched Toy Yod’ler, when I wound up the key.

One night at the Opry, they featured this girl,
The Opry MC called her “Yodelin’ Merle”,
I hurried back stage ’twas love at first sight,
The girl of my dreams yodeled for me that night:

“Oh, I’m the best yod’ler, please take me away,
I’ll sing for you always just love me, I pray;
Be a friend when you’re lonesome, I’m in love, don’t you see?
And the best part of all I go yodel-odel-adee-hee!”

So happy together we lived Merle and me,
Had yodelin’ children, they numbered ’bout three,
There’s only one thing ’bout my sweet Merle that’s weird,
The day that I met her the Toy Yod’ler disappeared.

“Oh, I’m the Toy Yod’ler, please take me away,
Stand guard by your bed post, keep watch while you pray,
Be a friend when you’re lonesome, I’M REAL, don’t you see?
And the best part of all I go yodel-odel-adee-hee

Songwriter:  Art Greenhaw, Truthmonger Publishing BMI
Copyright Art Greenhaw Inc.

The Chair That Never Got Mended

Now Jesus was nearing His passion,
Jerusalem calling out there;
When He thought of His mother in Naz ‘reth,
And how His home needed repair.

Cracked was the stone ’round the doorway,
Chipped were the windows and such,
Broken were chair legs and tables,
Needing the Master’s touch.

Now Jesus the carpenter mended
Ev ‘rything during His stay,
Except for a broken old arm chair
Put aside until some other day.

Fixed was the stone ’round the doorway,
Sealed were the windows and such,
Only one chair lay unfinished,
Needing the Master’s touch.

His friends came to look for their teacher,
Peter and James and John,
Saying, “All that you’ve asked has been granted,”
Jesus answered: “It’s time we were gone.”

Jesus looked at His dear mother,
Said: “Next time I’ll finish the chair,”
Mary said: “The chair will never be mended,”
And wiped back a tear with her hair.

Fixed was the stone ’round the doorway,
Sealed were the windows and such,
Only one chair lay unfinished,
Needing the Master’s touch.

Well, I’m glad the chair never got mended;
It got put aside for Calvary,
Wow, I’m glad Jesus let it stay broken
And instead from sin set my soul free!
..free ..free ..free

Songwriter:  Art Greenhaw, Truthmonger Publishing BMI
Copyright Art Greenhaw Inc.

 

Talkin’ Too Much Taxes Blues

God bless the classroom teachers, in times like these, they try;
It’s just that all the domes and frills we shouldn’t have to buy
Johnny plays on astroturf, Susie’s got the same turf too
But if the great American dream dies, what good will that astroturf do?

It’s too much, It’s too much
It’s too much, It’s too much
The more we pay, the less we get,
It’s too much

Now the PHD’s from Podunk are in bureaucratic glory
Communicating, facilitating, but educating’s a different story
Can’t teach how to read and write or what is right and wrong
The Constitution, Bill of Rights, Star-Spangled Banner song.

It’s too much, It’s too much
It’s too much, It’s too much
The more we pay, the less we get,
It’s too much

Now you may go to college but don’t you be nobody’s fool,
Football domes and ivory towers ain’t what makes a school
Kids may have the best of things that tax money can buy
But if their folks can’t afford to own a home we’d better sit right down and cry.

It’s too much, It’s too much
It’s too much, It’s too much
The more we pay, the less we get,
It’s too much

Now we’ve got some real good teachers from all across the land
They talk about how to know the truth and when to take a stand
They talk about how to think things through, do what we know is right
And not just pick the side with all the graft and the might.

It’s too much, It’s too much
It’s too much, It’s too much
The more we pay, the less we get,
It’s too much

Now it’s time that we all started to make a few things new
Cut some wasteful spending like average folks must do
Chances are if you get mad when my short song is through,
You might have found the problem, the problem, bubba, is you.

It’s too much, It’s too much
It’s too much, It’s too much
The more we pay, the less we get,
It’s too much

Songwriter:  Art Greenhaw, Truthmonger Publishing BMI
Copyright Art Greenhaw Inc.

Hangin’ ‘Round Deep Ellum

I started hangin’ ’round Deep Ellum.. ’bout nineteen sixty two,
I started hangin’ ’round Deep Ellum.. ’bout nineteen sixty two,
Now, when you hang out on Deep Ellum,
Ain’t no telling what she’s gonna do!

Did all of my readin’.. at Mr. Harper’s old used book store,
Did all of my readin’.. at Mr. Harper’s old used book store,
Ever since old man Harper closed his doors,
Don’t seem to read much anymore!

Did all of my shoppin’.. at Mr. Irby Mayes and Brother Volks,
Did all of my shoppin’.. at Mr. Irby Mayes and Brother Volks,
Now, when you got patent leather boots that zip up on the side,
Man, you got it, that’s it, that’s all folks!

I bought myself a real cool Fender, Fred McCord’s Music was the place,
I bought myself a real cool Fender, Fred McCord’s Music was the place,
When I fin’lly got that Jazzmaster out of layaway,
Man, you should’ve seen that brother’s face!

Made me a li’l record..  at Sellers Studio,
Jerry, Bill and John were there,
Smokey on the ol’ banjo;
Been hangin’ ’round Deep Ellum, since nineteen sixty two,
When you hang out on Deep Ellum,
Ain’t no tellin’ what she’s gonna do!

Picked up all my habits,   Majestic, Palace and Capri,
Good guys wore white hats, didn’t fit just right on me;
Been hangin’ ’round Deep Ellum, since nineteen sixty two,
When you hang out on Deep Ellum,
Ain’t no tellin’ what she’s gonna do!

Even saw Jack and Jackie, ridin’ through town in a long black limousine,
I even saw Jack and Jackie, ridin’ through town in a long black limousine,

Now they say dreams don’t die just the dreamers,
But that day the dream died, if you know what I mean?

If you’re bound for Glory, don’t forget to stop by ‘ol Ellum Street.
Now, if you’re bound for Glory, don’t forget to stop by ‘ol Ellum Street,
Then you tell St. Peter himself, “Come get me quick, I’m buried deep.”
“On Ellum Street!”

Songwriter:  Art Greenhaw, Truthmonger Publishing BMI
Copyright Art Greenhaw Inc.

Texas Women

If all you dudes could just see what a blast it would be
To have some southwestern clout,
You’d wish for boot scootin’ walkin’ and a real slow way of talkin’,
Yea, that’s what a Texas woman’s about!

Their independent you know, man, they’re not just all show,
They reek with class and with style,
They’ve got their act always together never sweat in Texas weather,
They just glisten as they smile!

TEXAS WOMEN, they’re the women for me,
There’s none just like ‘em in the whole world,
TEXAS WOMEN, they’re true blue and they’re free,
They even beat a honky tonk girl!

Now body piercing is past, replacing it fast, hails from old El Paso,
You mix champagne with guacamole, sparkling water, hot tamales, got a Texas Woman from head to toe!

TEXAS WOMEN, they’re the women for me,
There’s none just like ‘em in the whole world,
TEXAS WOMEN, they’re true blue and they’re free,
They even beat a honky tonk girl!

They start off one of a kind, then end up blowin’ your mind,
They’re what we like about the South,
Their silver spurs go jingle jangle as they figure out your angle,
So cool butter never melts in their mouth!

Now Pocahontas may groove, Suzie Wong talk so smooth,
Scarlett cook southern fried,
But when it comes to the reason guys need chicks in ev’ry season,
It’s a Peggy Sue you want by your side!

TEXAS WOMEN, they’re the women for me,
There’s none just like ‘em in the whole world,
TEXAS WOMEN, they’re true blue and they’re free,
They even beat a honky tonk girl!

TEXAS WOMEN, they’re the women for me,
There’s none just like ‘em in the whole world,
TEXAS WOMEN, they’re true blue and they’re free,
They even beat a honky tonk girl!

TEXAS WOMEN, they’re one of a kind,
You’ve just gotta love ‘em!

Songwriter: Art Greenhaw, Truthmonger Publishing BMI
Copyright Art Greenhaw Inc.

 

Promise-Keeping Man

I may never be as wealthy as a broker on wall street,
I may never be as clever as the billionaires that I meet,
I may never feel the power that some presidents command,
But I pray I’ll be successful, as a promise-keeping man.

I may never have much fortune, I may never own much gold;
I may claim a lot of losses when the stocks I’ve bought are sold;
But if I’m a hero to her, and she wants to know my plan,
Just tell her God has joined her, to a promise-keeping man.

A woman waits, her eyes are sad, as she looks throughout all her land,
She says she knows there are men all right, but where’s a
promise-keeping man?

I have dreams I know I’m dreaming that I’d ike to see come true,
Got a quest to find my soulmate, ‘fore my time on earth is through,
But the prize that lies ahead of me, when I face the great “I am”,
Is to hear the words “well done” my faithful promise-keeping man.
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REPEAT CHORUS
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words-music A. Greenhaw, Truthmonger Publ. BMI

 

Sending Me You

If I could sing a song with the angels,
If I could play guitar with the harps up above,
First thing I’d do, after the music was through,
Is thank God for sending your love.

If I could take a trip over the rainbow,
If I could waltz with angels, and fly like them too,
First thing I’d do after the dancin’ was through,
Is thank them for sending me you.

(CHORUS) In your face I see the emotion of years,
Bring me your laughter, your loving, your tears,
Life’s main delight comes along when we find
Our true love, and darlin’ you’re mine.

Someday I’ll take a trip over the rainbow,
Someday I’ll waltz with angels, and fly like them too (with you);
First thing I’ll do after the dancin’ is through,
Is thank them for sending me you.

words-music A. Greenhaw, Truthmonger Publ. BMI

 

Keep Looking Up

Long time ago the sages tell us,
Paradise and love were all around,
Then, hate and greed and pride shadowed our vision,
And caused our eyes to fall on lower ground.
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Keep Looking Up and the angels above will shout in joyful celebration,
Keep Looking Up and God’s heavenly choir will sing with new expectation
of—
peace on earth, good will to all, life that lasts though eternity,
Keep Looking Up and you’ll find heaven’s highway runs as far as your
soul can see.
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All around us eyes keep looking downward,
Tyranny and violence never cease,
O, for the faith to raise our sights much higher,
And lift our heads up to the Prince of Peace.
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(Repeat CHORUS which is 2nd paragraph above)

words-music A. Greenhaw, Truthmonger Publ. BMI

 

Looking Through a Stained Glass Darkly

You ask why good people suffer,
You ask why some children die,
You ask why thieves keep on killing,
We’ll understand it better by and by.
Can a child still hope to be President,
Can a family still make it on through,
Are there still some things that we can count on,
Things that stay through it all good and true?

We’re looking through a stained glass darkly,
We see “men as trees” walking around,
We’re looking through a stained glass darkly,
“Cause we’re travelling too close to the ground.

You ask can one man make a difference,
In a world where absolutes may have died,
But in life there’s only one failure:
and that’s the shame of never having tried.
Now Jesus walked the darkest valleys,
He even climbed a hill called Calvary.
Now we may never have to suffer,
But then again, Jesus said, “Come, follow Me”.

(Repeat CHORUS which is 2nd paragraph above)

words-music A. Greenhaw, Truthmonger Publ. BMI