DOUG & SHELLEY HARPER: SONGLYRICS

WHAT WOULD ANDY DO?
BLUE 11 MUSIC PUBLISHING

1. I LEARNED SOME COMMON SENSE AND SOUND PHILOSOPHY
IN THIRTY-MINUTE SEGMENTS ON OUR BLACK AND WHITE TV.
I’D TURN THOSE RABBIT EARS AND TUNE IN CHANNEL FOUR.
WHEN THE ANDY GRIFFITH SHOW CAME ON, I PLOPPED DOWN ON THE FLOOR.
I MARVELED AT THE WAY THAT HE COULD ALWAYS MAKE
A STICKY SITUATION INTO ICING ON A CAKE.

CHORUS:
WHAT WOULD ANDY DO, IF HE WERE IN MY SHOES?
I ASK MYSELF FROM TIME TO TIME, “WHAT WOULD ANDY DO?”

2. WELL, IT’S A REAL GOOD THING MAYBERRY HAD LOW CRIME.
JUST KEEPING BARNEY OUT OF JAMS, TOOK UP ALL HIS TIME.
COUSIN BARN WAS SKILLED; AT THIS HE WAS THE BEST.
HE COULD TURN A PERFECT CIRCUMSTANCE INTO A PERFECT MESS.
HE’D FRET AND WRING HIS HANDS, HYSTERICAL AND RASH,
UNTIL IT GOT THE BEST OF HIM AND HE WOULD FINALLY ASK…

CHORUS:
WHAT WOULD ANDY DO…
BARNEY ASKED FROM TIME TO TIME…

3. WHEN OPIE GOT BOGGED DOWN IN LIFE’S PERPLEXITIES, ANDY WAS THE PERFECT DAD AND GUIDED PATIENTLY.
HE NEVER RAISED HIS VOICE. HE NEVER FORCED HIS WILL, EVEN WHEN LITTLE OPIE GOT SWEET ON ANDY’S GIRL.
NOW THAT I’M A DAD, I NEED SOME GUIDANCE TOO. WHEN I GET STUMPED, I STOP AND THINK, “WHAT WOULD ANDY DO?”

LAST CHORUS:
WHAT WOULD ANDY DO IF HE WERE IN MY SHOES?
I ASK MYSELF FROM TIME TO TIME,
IN A PINCH OR IN A BIND,
IN TIMES OF MORAL QUANDARY, I CAN GO,
TO MY PEARLS OF WISDOM FROM THE ANDY GRIFFITH SHOW.

DADDY'S SHOES
BLUE 11 MUSIC PUBLISHING

1. I FOUND A PICTURE OF MYSELF WHEN I WAS ONLY TWO,
WEARING JUST A DIAPER AND A PAIR OF DADDY'S SHOES.
THOUGH IT MADE ME LOOK QUITE SMALL TO STAND IN THEM,
WALKING IN MY DADDY'S SHOES I FELT AS BIG AS HIM.

2. WHEN OLD ENOUGH TO GET AROUND, I FOLLOWED HIM EVERYWHERE,
WE'D RIDE HIS OLD RED TRACTOR AND SOMETIMES HE'D LET ME STEER.
I STUMBLED IN HIS TRACKS THROUGH WAIST-HIGH SNOW.
WE'D CARRY WOOD TO MAKE A FIRE AND TELL STORIES IN THE GLOW.

CHORUS:
HE HAD A GREAT BIG HEART, A CLEVER MIND,
A HEARTY LAUGH AND HIS EYES WERE KIND,
ANCIENT WISDOM FROM THESE HILLS
AND GREAT BIG SHOES THAT I CAN NEVER FILL.

BRIDGE:
LIKE A YOUNG BUCK I GREW RESTLESS,
KNOWING THERE WAS SOMETHING MORE.
BUT HE CALLED ME TO HIS SIDE AS I WAS HEADED OUT THE DOOR.
HE SPOKE WITH HEAVY HEART AND TARNISHED FACE,
“WITHOUT YOU HERE TO FILL MY SHOES,
THERES NO FUTURE FOR THIS PLACE.”

4. HIS WORDS CAME DOWN UPON ME LIKE A MUDDY MOUNTAINSIDE.
FOR THE FIRST TIME HE LOOKED FRAGILE. HIS PAIN HE COULDN'T HIDE.
STANDING IN HIS SHOES THIS TIME I FELT SO SMALL.
ON THE SPOT I WENT FROM BOY TO MAN, INNOCENCE AND ALL.

5. NOW I HAVE A FAMILY AND WE LIVE ON THE SAME LAND.
A YOUNG ONE FOLLOWS ME AROUND JUST LIKE I DID MY DAD.
NOW AND THEN I WEAR HIS BOOTS OUT THROUGH THE SNOW
AND HIS STORIES LIVE AGAIN AS THE FIRE CRACKS AND GLOWS.

CHORUS:

TAG: I GUESS I'LL SPEND MY LIFE TRYING TO FILL MY DADDY'S SHOES.

I’M LIKE A LETTER

1. FOR THE LONGEST TIME WE’VE KNOWN WHERE THIS IS GOING,
BUT NEITHER OF US HAS THE NERVE TO SAY.
WE DON’T HAVE TO BREAK THE BOND OF FRIENDSHIP.
WE CAN TAKE ‘EM LOOSE AND TIE THEM ANOTHER WAY.

2. I’M LIKE A LETTER THAT’S WAITING TO BE OPENED,
STAMPED AND SEALED AND READY FOR THE MAIL,
ADRESSED TO YOU, WITH WORDS FOR YOUR EYES ONLY,
READING SOMETHING LIKE A FAIRY TALE.

CHORUS:
DON’T MAKE ME HAVE TO GET YOUR ATTENTION,
I’M AFRAID THE WORDS WON’T COME OUT RIGHT.
I MIGHT JUST HAVE TO LEND YOU MY PILLOW
SO YOU’LL KNOW WHAT IT SAYS ABOUT YOU LATE AT NIGHT.

BRIDGE:
YOUR EYES ARE TELLING ME WHAT I WAS HOPING,
AS YOUR SMILE BECOMES A MISCHIEVOUS DISPLAY.
IF YOU ONLY KNEW WHAT I WAS THINKING,
YOU’D STOP RIGHT IN YOUR TRACKS AND WALK MY WAY.

3. YOU ARE A CLASSIC TALE WITH OUT A FINAL CHAPTER.
I’D LOVE TO SEE HOW I’D FIT IN THE PLOT.
OUR STORIES WOULD BLEND WELL, AS WE'LL DISCOVER,
IF WE CAN ONLY FIND THE PLACE TO START.

CHORUS:

AN EYE FOR AN EYE

1. AN EYE FOR AN EYE; A TOOTH FOR A TOOTH;
A LIFE FOR A LIFE, THAT’S THE CODE OF THE FEUD.
WILDCAT JUSTICE; NO CLUES TO SORT.
NO CHANCE FOR APPEALS
IN A WILDERNESS COURT.

2. FRONTIER MAN, BESET BY GREED
IS A TENUOUS FRIEND AND A FIERCE ENEMY.
VENDETTA STALKS AS JUSTICE SLEEPS.
YOU PULLED THE DEVIL IN THE GAME,
NOW HE’S PLAYING FOR KEEPS.

CHORUS:
HOW QUICKLY MAN WILL ANSWER RAGE.
HE FIRES HIS GUN AND JUST TURNS THE PAGE.
TWELVE SOULS CRY OUT FROM THE TUG VALLEY MUD.
WHEN YOU BARTER IN VENGENCE, YOU PAY IN BLOOD.

3. DEATH CAN’T QUENCH THE THIRST OF SCORN.
FEED IT LIFE, AND IT WILL BEG FOR MORE.
THE DARKEST DEEDS WE CAN JUSTIFY,
AS THE BOUNDARIES FADE
BETWEEN THE TRUTH AND THE LIE.

CHORUS:

REPEAT: BARTER IN VENGENCE, PAY IN BLOOD (3X)

TRAVELIN' BLESSING

1. I WISH YOU WELL EVERY PLACE YOU GO.
I HOPE YOU'RE WELCOME AT EVERY DOOR.
I HOPE YOU FIND FAVOR WHEN YOU NEED IT MOST
AND YOUR GOOD DEEDS ARE NEVER IGNORED.
BEWARE THE VOWS OF A DESPERATE MAN,
THEY'RE LIKE WATER POURING OVER SAND.
MAY THE FIRE IN YOUR SOUL NEVER BURN OUT.
I HOPE YOUR SHIP COMES IN BEFORE YOUR LUCK RUNS OUT.

2. MAY YOUR CARELESS WORDS ALWAYS MISS THEIR MARK
SO THEY FAIL TO BRING REGRET.
I HOPE YOU'RE SAFE AND SOUND WHEN YOU TREAD THE DARK
AND YOUR FAITH ALWAYS TRUMPS YOUR DOUBT.
PRAY LIKE IT'S ALL IN THE HANDS OF GOD
THEN WORK LIKE IT'S ALL ON YOU.
MAY THE FIRE IN YOUR SOUL NEVER BURN OUT.
I HOPE YOUR SHIP COMES IN BEFORE YOUR LUCK RUNS OUT.

3. MAY YOU LIVE IN THE LIGHT AND DIE IN YOUR SLEEP
WHEN YOU'VE DONE ALL YOU WANTED TO DO.
AND WHEN YOU GET TO THE PLACE WHERE ALL ROADS LEAD,
YOU LEAVE A ROAD THAT THEY NAME FOR YOU.
AND WHEN YOU HAVE ONLY ONE BREATH LEFT,
I HOPE YOU SAY SOMETHING GOOD.
MAY THE FIRE IN YOUR SOUL NEVER BURN OUT.
I HOPE YOUR SHIP COMES IN BEFORE YOUR LUCK RUNS OUT.