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Cinco De Mayo
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"Cinco De Mayo"
Words and Music by Gary Snead Copyright 2005
El Presidente Benito Juarez,
Had massive troubles with Mexico's debt,
His treasury broke,
He came out and spoke,
Foreign payments he'd have to forget
Napoleon the Third was in power,
In France in that fateful year,
He was quite incensed,
And so he did send,
His army and all of their gear
They'd take over the Mexican Nation,
To insure that their money they'd get,
They'd pillage and plunder,
Drive Mexico under,
And crush all resistance they met
Chorus:
Yo soy Mexicanos,
Viva, La Batalia de Puebla they cried,
It happened on Cinco de Mayo,
And brought every Mexican pride
Mr Juarez sent General Zaragosa,
To the hamlet of Puebla to meet,
France's superior forces,
With cavalry on horses,
And more guns than they'd care to greet
Well the battle did rage for two hours,
'Til the French they were forced to retreat,
The Mexican masses,
Had kicked those French asses,
Napoleon went down in defeat
So when you celebrate Cinco de Mayo,
On the fifth day of May each new year,
Toast Ignasio Zaragosa,
With a chilly mimosa,
Or Maybe a Mexican Beer
Chorus.... Repeat Chorus
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That's A Few Things...
Words and Music by Gary Snead
Copyright 2006
Blue Skies, Palm Trees
White Sand, Sea Breeze
Sunburn, Aloe Vera
Cold Beer, A Margarita
Hobie Cats, Jet Skis
Ownership, Rental Fees
That's a few things that a summers made of,
When you go on a vacation to a beach that you love,
It could be the Outer Banks or the Florida Keys,
Up in the Hampton's or Cape Cod if you please
Beach Towels, Deck Swings
Floppy Hats, Water Wings
Chaise lounge, Boogie Boards
Sea Shells, Reggae Chords
Para Sails, Fishin' Pier
Cheap Shades, Shark Fear
That's a few things that a summers made of,
When you go on a vacation to a beach that you love,
Maybe travel to La Jolla or to Carmel by the Sea,
End up in Puerto Vallarta or in Cabo you could be
Yeah, that's a few things that a summers made of,
When you go on a vacation to a beach that you love,
It might be a high rise hotel or a cottage by the sea,
As long as it's got sand there that's the place you'll want to be
Crab Legs, Fried Grouper
Steamed Shrimp, Conch Fritters
Go Karts, Tilt-A-Whirls
Ice Cream Vendors, Ticket Girls
Salt Water Taffy, Souvenirs
Tee Shirts, Goodbye Tears
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Palm Trees, Nice Weather And A Couple Of Drinks
©2010 Words by Gary Snead and Steve Valentini Music by Gary Snead
I was chatting with a friend of mine,
Catching up while we were both online,
We hadn't gotten together in a couple of years,
Discussing jobs and our families,
When we decided that him and me,
Needed to rendevous and have ourselves a few beers
We started thinking about meeting places,
Somewhere warm with familiar faces,
With tiki bars and no sign of a single ice rink,
He said where didn't really matter,
As long as the place we chose to gather,
Has palm trees, nice weather and a couple of drinks
Chorus 1:
We want, palm trees, nice weather and a couple of drinks,
A place that don't mind a few juvenile hi-jinks,
Where conch fritters are fried in beer batter,
And what you're wearing doesn't really matter,
Give us, palm trees, nice weather and a couple of drinks
Solo
Chorus 2:
We want, palm trees, nice weather and a couple of drinks,
Our golf clubs and 18 holes on some tropical links,
Where steamed shrimp beats fried in beer batter,
And walking barefoot don't really matter,
We want, palm trees, nice weather and a couple of drinks,
We want, palm trees, nice weather and a couple of drinks,
Give us, palm trees, nice weather and a couple of drinks...
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To All The Friends I've Never Met
Words and Music by Gary Snead ©2010
To all the friends I've never met,
On FaceBook®, Twitter®, and the net,
I celebrate them all,
Together we could have a ball,
And never even break a sweat
To all the friends I've never met,
On poker sites as I place my bet,
We all think we're gonna win,
That's how they pull us in,
Until we're all knee deep in debt
I know folks who build on Farmland,
Or play that silly Mafia game,
And the Pirates that rock the Caribbean,
When it comes to killing time they’re all the same
To all the friends I've never met,
In uniform or now a vet,
I'd be proud to shake their hand,
For their defense of this great land,
To all you friends who stem the threat
To all the friends I've never met,
Blonde, or redhead, or brunette,
There's some with graying hair,
But I don't really care,
'Cause they don't know I'm balding yet
I locate my friends when they check in,
On any of a dozen smartphone apps,
And I wish that someone could explain that,
It’s very rude to type in caps
To all the friends I've never met,
Who've told the jokes I didn't get,
'Cause they missed the punch line so,
R...O...T...F. L... M... A... O,
Maybe next time they won't forget
To all the friends I've never met,
On FaceBook®, Twitter®, or on the net,
I hope someday we meet,
So I can finally greet,
All my friends I've never met
I hope someday we meet,
So I can finally greet,
All my friends I've never met....
®All trademarks are the property of their respective owners.
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Tommy Bahama
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Tommy Bahama
Words and Music by Gary Snead
Copyright © 2009
Well I went down to the mall
To try and buy myself some beachwear
I passed Hawaiian prints that didn’t match
And clerks who seemed to not care
Then I remembered seeing a store ad
With this guy down in the Leewards
Who never seemed to have a care
While he was gazing seaward
You couldn’t see what he was watching
But it really didn’t matter
‘Cause he was dressed in Island Casual
And was looking pretty dapper
He’s just a fictional character
From an island near St Somewhere
Who resides in an oceanfront cabana
Out front’s an umbrella and a beachchair
He likes to frequent tiki bars
And flirts with every pretty mama
I wanna live the lifestyle
Of that guy Tommy Bahama
At his store I bought a hat that said Relax
With a recipe for hangovers
I got a silk shirt with a palm tree
A brand new watch with a sailfish logo
Some cargo shorts in olive drab
And a pair of slacks in khakhi
By the time I finished shopping
I surely wasn’t tourist tacky
For me it’s time to hit a beach bar
So I can try out my new persona
‘Cause I’ll have a dose of Island Attitude
And a lime in my Corona
He’s just a fictional character
From an island near St Somewhere
Who resides in a beach cabana
Out front’s an umbrella and a beachchair
He likes to frequent tiki bars
And flirts with all the pretty mama’s
I wanna live the lifestyle
Of that guy Tommy Bahama
Yeah, I’m gonna live the lifestyle
Of that guy Tommy Bahama
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Carolina Keys "Live"
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Carolina Keys
Words and Music by Gary Snead
© 2005
Grew up in Kill Devil Hills,
Where I got my first thrills,
In Rodanthe I changed my life,
In Buxton I've fished the night away,
In Corolla I took me my wife
From the waters of the Currituck and Albemarle sounds,
Through Oregon Inlet to the open seas,
Most of the best times I've had in my life,
Happened here in the Carolina Keys
I cruised the bypass just chillin',
The beach road for women,
In Okracoke I pitched my tent,
Hatteras is where I built the home,
Where the rest of my life will be spent
From the waters of the Currituck and Albemarle sounds,
Through Oregon Inlet to the open seas,
Most of the best times I've had in my life,
Happened here in the Carolina Keys
The tourists they come here from near and from far,
Take over every cottage and condo and bar,
When they have to leave they're all giving their thanks,
'Cause they all feel like natives of our Outer Banks
From the waters of the Currituck and Albemarle sounds,
Through Oregon Inlet to the open seas,
Some of the best times they've had in their lives,
Happened here in the Carolina Keys
From the waters of the Currituck and Albemarle sounds,
Through Oregon Inlet to the open seas,
All of the best times I've had in my life,
Happened here....... in the Carolina Keys
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Sandbar
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Sandbar
Words and Music © 1999 Gary Snead and William Ramsey
When I'm out on the water and the temperature is hot,
Sometimes I'll turn the boat around and find my favorite spot,
The sea will turn from blue to green and I'll know I'm on the brink,
I'll find a place to drop the anchor and pour my favorite drink
Chorus:
It's just a watery speakeasy about waist deep no more,
It ain't got no bar stools but you can still see shore,
A place where friends can gather and hang from mast or spar,
You'll be your own bartender you'll own your own sandbar
I've watched the big ships cruising up and down the bay,
I've seen those cigarette boats they fly from cay to cay,
I get tired when I watch jet skiers hot dogging all their tricks,
I'll know it's time to find the bar and concoct my favorite mix
Chorus
Instrumental break
Well summertime is ending and autumn's drawing near,
It's time to put the boat away and stow my favorite gear,
But I'll be back next season when Springtime is in reach
. . . .
And find a place to drop the anchor just off my favorite beach
Chorus
Repeat last line three times to end
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The Rivah
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“The Rivah”
Words and Music by Gary Snead
Copyright 1998©
People from around these parts,
Known as the Commonwealth, (No matter what their wealth)
Head to the water on the weekends,
To soothe their spirit and their health,
They got cottages and trailers,
And beachfront property,
The only thing I know for sure,
Is that the waterfront’s for me
‘Cause I’m goin’ to the Rivah,
Not to the beach,
‘Cause it’s the only body of water,
Within reach,
Yeah, I’m goin’ to the Rivah,
Not to the Bay,
‘Cause it’s my laid back chilled out,
Weekend get-away
Some people like their sailboats,
Or their personal watercraft,
I’ve seen preppy “come here” idiots,
Who don’t know their fore from aft,
I’ve seen jon-boats in the whitecaps,
And big old Beetram Yachts,
Seems the size of your boat is the only thing,
Separating have’s from have not’s
Chorus
I think I’ll go and buy a place,
Down by the river’s shore.
‘Cause I agree with all my yuppie friends,
That less sucks I want more,
And we’ll throw some wild beach parties,
And invite you one and all,
And if we ever need a band there,
We’ll give B2B a call (We’ll give DKB a call)
Chorus/Repeat Chorus
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State Of Confusion
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State of Confusion
Words and Music by Gary Snead and William T Ramsey
Copyright 2000 ©
I’m not sure I’ll ever know,
All the things that I did wrong,
They all just seemed to add right up,
‘Til the moment you were gone,
I never seemed to say the right thing,
I couldn’t change your point of view,
Or overcome the years of hurt,
And the pain that I’d caused you
Well I was born in Alabama,
Now I hail from Tennessee,
But I live in the State of Confusion,
Since you walked away from me
Well now hindsight is twenty-twenty,
Those are the words that you told me,
But I couldn’t see the forest,
For all of them damned trees,
Oh girl I’m seeing clearly now,
And I know why you wouldn’t wait,
For all the good that knowing does,
It’s just too little, too late
Well I was born in Alabama,
Now I hail from Tennessee,
But I live in the State of Confusion,
Since you walked away from me
Well I was born in Alabama,
Now I hail from Tennessee,
But I live in the State of Confusion,
Since you stopped loving me
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Gary Snead Richmond, Virginia
I'm a singer, songwriter, and acoustic performer, specializing in Tropical Americana music.
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