Hey Mister

Riley Lincoln

WPB, Nov 2012

Hey mister

 Hey mister

Do you have any bacon

 O a three-dollar bill

Hey mister

 Hey mister

Do you have any bacon

 Or a three-dollar bill

I need some help getting over the hill

If you can help me

 I will show you the still

Hey mister

 Hey mister

Do you have any bacon

 Or a three-dollar bill

(not finished)

                                Walk Slowly

Riley Lincoln

WPB Fla

Nov 2012

Walk slowly as you walk away

 It's not supposed to end this way

I thought we were together for life

 Now you say you're not my wife

Walk slowly as you walk away

 It's not supposed to end this way

I thought we would be together always

 Now all I have is lonesome days 

Walk slowly as you walk away

 Soon you will be going down life's highway

Then you will get on the fast lane expressway

 I will be left standing in life's driveway

Walk slowly as you walk away

 I know I'll never see you another day

You will be far away in your hideaway

 I'm sure you will be ready to play

How come you decided to stray

 Walk slowly as you walk away

It's not supposed to end this way

(Fast upbeat honky tonk music)

May you crash on life's highway

 May the wheels come off on the fast lane expressway

May the storm destroy your hideaway

 May you catch the clap when you play

May you get lost when you stray

 Because today I just hit the lottery

The lottery, the lottery

Hurry up and walk away

  Hurry up, don't go slow

I got places to go

 The Lottery   The Lottery

           The Lottery

                                                 Junkie's Ride

Riley Lincoln

WPB Fla

Nov 2012

Hold on monkey, hold on real tight

 We're gonna ride thru this field of poppies tonight

Great monkey, you better hold on real tight

 We are gonna tear these poppies up tonight

No use to try to fight

 Gonna ride these poppies down tonight

In the morning we'll be laying in the ditch

 (Isn't that a bitch, laying in the ditch?)

Now we gotta go find another big white horse

 So we can ride thru the poppies again tonight

Hold on monkey, hold on real tight

 Everything will be alright

                         The Sand Man

 

                                                     

                           Make a Fool Out of Me

By Riley Lincoln

WPB Fla

December 2012

Could you make a fool out of me one time more

   You have done it plenty of times before

Could you make a fool out of me one time more

   Just do what you did before

Make a fool out of me like you used to do

  Because this old fool still loves you

You had left me standing like the old oak tree

   I want to be a fool like I used to be

Just one more time, make a fool out of me

   I know you don't understand

But I want to be a fool one more time

I wanna hold you real tight

  I wanna hold you real tight all night

I want you to whisper in my ear

   Tell me how much you love me

Tell me how much you really care

   I'll be that fool one more time

Just like all the times before

I'll give you everything you've ever wanted

   Just make a fool out of me one time more

Just like you did many times before

   Make a fol out of me just like you used to do

Because this old fool still loves you

   Whisper yes into my ear one more time

Make me feel like you are mine

   And it will last all through time

Say I'm the best and you don"t care about the rest

   Say you will be with me forever

And forever never ends

   

Make a fool out of me just like you used to do

Because this old fool is still in love with you

                    The Old Fool

   

                                                  

                    Springtime Carnival Poem

written by Riley 1997

recopy 2013

Well the first of April is here again

    Winter's almost through

Now comes springtime with promises

    Of a season bright and new

The weather's crisp and breezy

    Where just a week ago

They suffered through the twenties

    Beneath an inch of snow

This time of year we're always broke

    And I think about last fall

When a couple thousand in my pocket

    Was nothing much at all

Oh, we really loved Palm Beach

    Having fun, going everywhere and laying back

But we would give almost anything

    To have our money back

Now we're headed back to Michigan

    To open up the show

We'll find ourselves  last on the left

    Down on "flat store" row

Oh well, we'll have each other

    The winter's nearly done

And the times ahead look pretty good

    Though most of our money is gone

Next year we'll save all of our money

    So we won't be springtime poor

But pardon us for laughing

    'Cause we've said it all before

                    True Railroad Story---verified

                                          The Great Divide

by Riley Lincoln Sr.

WPB Fla.

Jan 2013

One dark night in 1938 all the coal locomotives

   Were headed for the  "Great Divide"

For one of their own had dies

    The man who did more

Than any man before

    All the great steam locomotives

Were thundering through the darkness of the night

    "Hot Boxes" were ignored

The trains roared

THe smokestacks threw out thick black smoke

    Every train was going for broke

All of them were headed to the "great divide"

    The "King of the Hobos" has died

The North Arctic Express steamed across

    The snow-covered land of the midnight sun

Headin' for the "great divide"

    It was a shock to hear the King had died

The Black Diamond Express

    Out of the Virginia coal mine

Was hauling to make it on time

 

The Orange Blossom Special was steaming

    Up out of the jungle in a hard rain

Some would call them insane

    Plow on through the rain

Hank Snow was bringing

   In the Golden Rocket

He was burnin' up the track

   And that's a true fact

The Golden Rocket was on its flight

    To pay respect

To the man who parted last night

    Every train was heading 

For the Great Divide

    The King of the Hobos has died

A boxcar was his home

    With a high golden dome

Boxes of Crown Royal were piled high

    They said the man would never die

All of the trains stopped

    On the Great Divide

And held services for the man who died

    Some would say he was

The greatest man of his time

                  ----------King of the Hobos

                                            I'm the One

Riley Lincoln

WPB Fla

Nov. 2012

I'm all the songs that I have heard

    I'm all the songs that I have learned

I'm all the people I have met

    I'm all the marks whose money I have spent

I'm all the women that believed

    I'm all the women I deceived

I'm all the cities I have played

    I'm all the countries I have stayed

I'm all the show lots in the rain

    I'm one of the charter members

Of the carnival "Hall of Shame"

I'm the one outside of Montgomery that night

    When Hank Williams saw the Light

I'm the one the was there when

   Levon pulled into Nazareth half dead

Looking for a bed for his head

    I'm the one standing outside Sun Records

I'm the one to hear Elvis hummin' "that's all

    right momma" as he walked in

I'm the one to hear Jerry Lee do "Whole lot

    of shaken'" as his wild life was to begin

I'm the one who heard Johnny Cash say how

    "I Walk the Line"…I believed it in my heart

And in two weeks it topped the charts

    I'm the one to see Carl Perkins

Kick up his blue suede shoes

    Two weeks later I bought my suedes of blue

I'm the one whose seen them all walk in

    I'm the one that was there

When Rock and Roll began

I'm Moon Mullican

   and I will sail my ship alone

I'm the one who brought it home

                                        Three Floors Above

    by Riley Lincoln

WPB Florida

Sept. 20 ?

      

    Here I stand at the bottom of the stairs

Three floors above is my only love

   I left a little over a year ago

I hiked through thousands of miles

  Of ice and snow

But now I'm back

   And in my pack

I have a little sack

   And it's full of that stuff

Men die for

   There's enough gold to buy a little farm

Have those kids you always dreamed about

   Grow us a little garden

Sit on the porch together

   Under the stars above

And think of nothing but our love

My heart beats with pride

   As I take my first step to the first floor

I'm so happy I don't have to wait any more

   I see the top of the first floor

Only two more floors to go

   I have reached the top of the first floor

Ready to head up the steps

   To the second floor

I've never felt like this before

   

   I'm to the top of second floor

Only one floor more

   Ready to go to the third floor

I see a light by her door

   Only a few steps more

I see a little note on her door

It says "Lucy May doesn't live here any more"

   She waited more than a year

She now lives in heaven

   Up on the thousandth floor

Where her heart won't be broken any more

   She waited as long as she could

God has taken her away as he said he would

           A Thousand Floors Above

                                                 INTRO STORY

                                        Honky Tonk Cowboy Band

Honky Tonk cowboy band was a small band out of El Paso

They has one hit fifty years ago.  they have played every 

Honky Tonk from the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide

Pacific Shore.  They can see the end coming.  Bookings are

getting scarce, they want to make a hit record like they did in the

beginning.  That would be two hits in fifty years.

That would make them happy.  Maybe make a  little coin

(they are broke).  It's the beginning of the end.

true story by Riley Lincoln, WPB Fla,  March 2013


Honky Tonk Cowboys, Beginning of the End

Let's top the charts again, boys
  Let's top the charts again
Let's top the charts again, boys
  Like we did when we began

We are the last of the Honky Tonk Cowboys
  After fifty years it's about to end
Let's go out like we came in
  Let's top the charts again, boys
Let's top the charts again

Let's write a song that'd make Hank proud to sing
  Let's throw in a little Bob Will Western Swing
Let's make it a "happy sad song"
  Let's make it where we can all sing along
Let's all drink to the beginning of the end
  Let's top the charts again, boys
Let's top the charts again

This is what we have learned
  Is that the train goes down the track
And it never comes back
  You always get the blues
When a good woman's love you lose
  You only have two real friends
That's your dog
  And your whiskey you got 
Hid in the holler log
  If you stay in the flat lands
You don't have to worry about the fog
  Let's remember how it used to be
How there were plenty of girls to hold
  Plenty of hundred dollar bills to unfold
Wish we could have saved some of the girls
  And kept some of the hundred dollar bills

So here we go, boys
  Let's make some old honky tonk noise
Boys, I think it's just dreams
  Anyway, that's the way it seems
I think maybe after dark tonight
  We ought to slip over the mountains out of sight
Go out in the desert, build a little cabin
  Drink some cold ones, smoke a little weed
And say the Hell with it….
  We will just re-record our first hit
And….forget it


Honky Tonk Cowboy Band   "2013"
written by Riley Lincoln, West Palm Beach, March 2013

  

                                         Pan Head

Boy get on your "Pan head" and ride away
  Just ride away, just ride away
When it's all over and there's nothing left to say
  Just jump on your panhead and ride away

Just when you have lost it all
  And you're gonna take the fall
Just make that panhead do a wheely
  And ride away…forget it all

They will hump you, they will dump you
  Then tell you good-bye
Just jump on your panhead and fly
  Go ahead and cry

That's the game in life we play
  It will be game time another day
Just let the memories slip away
  And remember what it costs to play
Then jump on your panhead and ride away

                         Oh MaMa Blues


By Riley Lincoln
West Palm Beach
February  2014


    Oh Mama oh Mama got drunk last night
     Thought I went home with
    A lady from the night
     When I woke up I found out
    That it was a big transvestite

    Oh Mama oh Mama what did I do last night?
     Oh Mama oh Mama what did I do?
    Look at the stubble on that face
     It's a real disgrace
    No tellin' what has taken place
     God almighty, what a night
    Am I gonna be all right?

    Oh Mama oh Mama what happen to me
     Oh Mama oh Mama what didn't I see?
    What did old "Jack Daniels" do to me?
     We don't have nothin' like this back in Tennessee
    Oh Mama oh Mama what happen to me?

    There she is in there sitting on the throne
    Just listen to her piss and moan!

    Oh Mama oh Mama I wanna come home
     Oh Mama oh Mama am I gonna be OK?
    This is rough on an old farm boy from Tennessee
     Oh Mama oh Mama what did he do to me?
                 

                             (Sing it again, boys)           Jack Daniels

   

                                          When I Pass

                                                                                                         by Riley Lincoln, WPB Fla.

                                                                                                               January 2014

   This old cabin is cold tonight

    The logs are no match for

   The cold north wind blowing in

    We've been stoking the old stove

   But the heat….

    The old cabin won't hold

   The old man laying in his bed

    Is still able to raise his head

   His withered and wrinkled hand

    Reached out from under the blanket

   And he said "whiskey please

    and I'll bet

   I'll never see another sunset"

   So gather around, kids, and I will

    Tell you what will happen when

                      I pass

   The thunder will start falling

    Down on the ground

   Then it will bounce all around

    And rain drops will turn to red rose petals

   And drop on your lily-white sheets

    On your old oak bed

   The moon will turn a beautiful blue

    And smile back at you

   And the twinkling stars

    Will start to blink a beautiful pink

   The lighting will turn purple

    And flash down all the old railroad track

   Then turn around and flash all the way back

    The wind will blow all the wildflowers

   From the plains

    And all the pretty butterflies will pour

   Out of the smokestacks of all the old

    Steam engine trains

   Butterflies and wildflowers will

    Fill the pale blue sky

   If you look close you will see

    Me waving good-bye

   The great waves on the oceans

    Of the world will stop

   The surface of the oceans will look

    Like a sheet of blue glass

   All the big whales will surface

    All over the world

   And blow high plumes of water into the sky

    In tribute to the great Lord

   In the "Sweet Bye and Bye"

   Then the angels from the clouds high above

    Will sing for exactly ten minutes about God's love

   Then the sun will pop out, it will be eighty degrees

    And it will be a beautiful day

   And all the people will be free

                                   The Runner

                                                                                              Written by  Riley Lincoln

                                                                                               WPB, Fla.     August 10, 2014

 

    Slip your shoes on, shuffle out the door

    Lope down the dusty road

   Don't look back anymore

    Turn right on the sandy road

   Start a slow jog, keep a steady mode

    Jog down that sandy road

   It's startin' to rain

   Hurry "boy"  If they catch you

    They gonna put you in chains

   Then you be breaking stone in the rain

    Head toward the reset

   No Man's Land

   They won't chase you into the land of the damned

    The land of the hot sand

   The breath of the desert wind

    Breathes hot air all day

   But the breath of the desert night

    Breathes cold air with all its might

   The predator birds ride the

    Heat devils out of sight

   The reset wind will blow the hot sand

    Through your skin with delight

   

   Hurry, after a few days

    The mountains and the sea

   Will come into sight

    When you get to the mountains

   Find the pass, gather all your strength

    The pass is the shortest in length

   Get to the sea and in the sand lay

    Let the waves wash your sins away

   Catch a steamship headin' north

    Go to the land of the snow

   Build an igloo nice and low

    Get a guitar, play some "Hank"

   Get a big piece of whale blubber

    It's like money in the bank

   Kick back, you're all done

    You beat the 'run'

   

   Next time you get a runner

    Don't shoot her down

   There will be another comin'  around

                         

written for The China Doll



                                         Train of Mystery
                                                      Riley Lincoln, WPB Fla.
                                                                                                                August 24



   
    It shuddered and shook
     the ground, it quaked
    It scared me to death
     I staggered with each heartbeat

    Black smoke poured out
     It had an awful sound

    You could smell 
     the fire in the belly
    You could feel the terror
     in the ground
    You could hear the steam pound
     The smoke teared your eyes

    It finally moved
     A man hollered "all aboard"
    Railroad cars said goodbye
     The bell it rang
    The whistle it blew
    Women cried
     Dogs howled

    The moon turned blue
     Black smoke arose
    Strong men shook with fear
     Old mamas spilt their beer

    The engineer tipped his hat
     Again the whistle blew
    The skies were clear
     The rains fell down
    The wolves howled
     The stars disappeared
      The bunny rabbits went to higher ground

    The day turned to night
     The pretty birds took flight
    The sun turned cold
     The lawn chairs began to fold
    The black smoke 
     Poured from the stack
    Young men turned old
     Said they would never come back
    Birds avoided the black smoke
     For death was down the road
    
    The Fourth of July was just another good
     The horses for the Merry-go-Round
    Were never found
     The bull plates were lost
    Some say they were on hallowed ground
     The old steam engine is pulling a heavy load
    Fifty cars up Hocus-Pocus Road
     Some say this is the last trip
    Pull back on the throttle
     "Let her Rip"

    The train' gonna  take you
     Where only beautiful Butterflies fly
    Say hello to the Captain
     Say hello to the Queen
    Praise the Lord for this great machine
     We are all riding the black submarine
    Blow that whistle, ring that bell
     We are all riding the train
    To bring us all back
     And save us from Hell
    Hail to Mary
     Throw the ball long
    Only the good and the lucky
     Will stay above ground
    When the moon winks twice
     You will understand all the little mice

    The big black cat waits around the curve
     Thou shall not fear, the train will swerve
    Hundreds of buckets of water the train needs
     But watch out for what's hidden in the weed
    Hail, hail "Rock and Roll"
     Old dirty face never goes slow
    A beautiful trip down the tracks
     Hummingbirds chirping while on their backs
    The weeping willows won't weep today
     Because the cannonball is on its way
    Old Smokey pulls into the station at half-past nine
     Right on time
    The engineer tips his hat
     Has a glass of sweet tea
    And gives a lazy wave to me
     Then he says
    The next time we meet
     It will be on the high sea
    And here's a little advice from me to you
     Never pull the finger pointed at you
    By a man named "Sue"
     
     

                                                     DARKNESS
                                                        written by Riley Lincoln
                                                                                                 West Palm Beach, Fla.      Dec. 2014



                   The wind blows down from the mountains
                    The wind blows across the plain
                   The wind blows through the forest
                    The wind blows down to the shore
                    Listen closely and it will tell you
                     I won't be back any more

                    Because the winds of time 
                     Will be taking me out to sea
                    It's time for me and the wind to flee
                     Soon me and my sail will disappear out of sight
                    We will disappear into the dark night

                    But I'll be alright, for I
                     Will follow the bright light
                    The bright light is from the beacon
                     That sits on the little island 
                    Known as the promised land
                     Far out in the sea
                    It's waiting there for you and for me

                                                              Your Woman

                                               DARKNESS
                                                                                                             written by Riley Lincoln
                                                                                                              West Palm Beach, Fla.
                                                                                                                December 2014



     The wind blows down from the mountains
     The wind blows across the plain
    The wind blows through the forest
     The wind blows down to the shore
    Listen closely and it will tell you
     I won't be back any more

    Because the winds of time
     Will be taking me out to sea
    It's time for me and the wind to flee
     Soon me ad my sail will disappear out of sight
    We will disappear into the dark night

    But I'll be all right, for I
     Will follow the bright light
    The bright light is from the beacon
     That sits on the little island known as the Promised Land
    Far out in the sea
     It's waiting there for you and for me
                                                                   Your Woman