Joel Plaskett - Song for Jersey lyrics
[Joel Plaskett - Song for Jersey lyrics]
Nature is a mother, Liberty’s a lady
Winter is an old man, this world’s crazy
Johnny was a shoemaker, Benny had the Jets
Sandy was a hurricane
Look at what she wrecked
Walking through the darkest night
Searching for the light of day
If you want to take a left
Make sure you’ve got the right of way
Watching fuzzy TV, working on a tune
Wrote one in at The Belvedere
And played it at McLoone’s
If you miss your neighborhood
If you’re brokenhearted
Fill the world with greater good
And leave your love unguarded
If you got a handgun
In your glove compartment
Should I be calling shotgun
Or the police department?
You’ve got the right to bear arms
I’ve got the right to bare feet
I don’t want a pair of
Shoes, a pair of socks, a parakeet
Man, it was a gorgeous day
Just a little windy
If I meet a gorgeous babe
Can I call her Cindy?
Shoulda gone out sightseeing with
My buddy Peter stayed inside my hotel like
A weird nocturnal creature
Now I’ve got a little boy and
All my songs are silly
If I have another son I might name him Philly
Darlene Love was great last night, God
I love Led Zeppelin
These are things I think about
When life gets too depressing
Hope they change the gun law, God
I miss John Candy if I have a little girl
I won’t name her Sandy
Dear Lord I am meandering
I don’t know how to stop it
If you buy my compact disc
This song might be on it
I’m really digging Jersey
This is a song I wrote ya
Now I’m getting on a plane and
Going back to Nova Scotia
Winter is an old man, this world’s crazy
Johnny was a shoemaker, Benny had the Jets
Sandy was a hurricane
Look at what she wrecked
Walking through the darkest night
Searching for the light of day
If you want to take a left
Make sure you’ve got the right of way
Watching fuzzy TV, working on a tune
Wrote one in at The Belvedere
And played it at McLoone’s
If you miss your neighborhood
If you’re brokenhearted
Fill the world with greater good
And leave your love unguarded
If you got a handgun
In your glove compartment
Should I be calling shotgun
Or the police department?
You’ve got the right to bear arms
I’ve got the right to bare feet
I don’t want a pair of
Shoes, a pair of socks, a parakeet
Man, it was a gorgeous day
Just a little windy
If I meet a gorgeous babe
Can I call her Cindy?
Shoulda gone out sightseeing with
My buddy Peter stayed inside my hotel like
A weird nocturnal creature
Now I’ve got a little boy and
All my songs are silly
If I have another son I might name him Philly
Darlene Love was great last night, God
I love Led Zeppelin
These are things I think about
When life gets too depressing
Hope they change the gun law, God
I miss John Candy if I have a little girl
I won’t name her Sandy
Dear Lord I am meandering
I don’t know how to stop it
If you buy my compact disc
This song might be on it
I’m really digging Jersey
This is a song I wrote ya
Now I’m getting on a plane and
Going back to Nova Scotia