I Wanted to Fly CD by Sandy Reay and Friends

I Wanted to Fly

Sandy Reay & Friends

 

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  1 I Wanted to Fly   8 State Line Cafe
  2 Black Leather Coat   9 One Lonely Rider
  3 Free Fall 10 Hitchhiker
  4 Already Gone 11 Car Full of Collies
  5 Maybe This Time 12 Black Creek
  6 I’ll Hold You Close 13 Whole Lotta Pain
  7 Red Shoes 14 Sandstorm from Sedona


I Wanted to Fly          more info         chord chart
© 2009 by Sandra L. Reay, Colorado Sandstorm Music, BMI

I wanted to fly. I wanted to soar
I needed to find out what was outside that locked door
I wanted to run. I had to be free
Love was the lock, the leash, the load that weighed heavy on me

Daddy and I never saw eye to eye
He said “Black.” I said “Why?”
He said “Low.” I said “High.”
He said “Stay” and I said “Good bye.” ‘Cause

I wanted to fly. I wanted to soar
I needed to find out what was outside that locked door
I wanted to run. I had to be free. His
Love was the lock, the leash, the load that weighed heavy on me

Sometimes we get old and never get wise
I saw anger in Daddy’s eyes
I never saw love. I never saw pride
And it stayed that way till the day that he died

Then one night, in a dream, Daddy said to me

I knew you could fly. I knew you could soar
You already had the key to unlock that door
I knew you could run. You were already free
Love was your heart, your soul, your wings. You didn’t need me

Love was your heart, your soul, your wings
You never needed me

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Black Leather Coat          more info         chord chart
© by Sandra L. Reay & J. J. Fraser, Colorado Sandstorm Music, BMI

Up on a bar stool, drinking a cold brew,
Watching the girls down below
Swimsuits and tank tops, bright summer dresses
Dancing along with the show

Sun-tinted long hair and slim sun-tanned arms
Moving in time gracefully
Then I spied the girl in the black leather coat
And she smiled right up at me

Black leather coat, black leather coat
There's something about a black leather coat
Pretty girls dancing but I wanted more
Then the black leather coat hit the floor

It seemed years later, we’re up in my room
I got a lump in my throat
When she smiled and asked, "Is this what you want?"
Then took off the black leather coat

Oh, black leather coat, black leather coat
There's something about a black leather coat
Yeah I loved her face but I wanted more
Then the black leather coat hit the floor

Legs that appealed to me
Now were revealed to me
What was concealed was
Much more than I dreamed would be

Dreams for the future, dreams from my past
Dreams that would all end that day
The last thing I saw was the black leather coat
When she turned and walked away

Black leather coat, black leather coat
There's something about a black leather coat
That’s when she said, “Leave ‘em still wanting more”
Then the black leather coat hit the door

Yeah, she said that she leaves them still wanting more
Then the black leather coat hit the door

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Free Fall
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© 2008 by Sandra L. Reay & B. J. Suter, Colorado Sandstorm Music, BMI

Six miles high, speed was steady
Wind from the north, weather fair
Cabin door screamed and blew open
She was pulled into the air

Wind tore her clothes like a lover
Anxious to get her into bed
Shoes, stockings, jacket and white blouse
Her skirt pulled off over her head

Facing the stars. Facing the ground
Feeling the wind spin her around
Swan dive in space, graceful and small
Making love with the wind in free fall

He twisted and turned her with whimsy
Taught her to dive and to pray
Learned every inch of her body
Then wantonly blew her away

Now the earth is a jealous mother
Who wants the wind for her own
She pulled the girl down to her bosom
With gravity, welcomed her home

Their brief affair ended abruptly
In a field on a cold and starlit night
But she rode the wind with a passion
That lasted the rest of her life

Facing the stars. Facing the ground
Feeling the wind spin her around
Swan dive in space, graceful and small
Making love with the wind in free fall

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Already Gone          more info         chord chart
© 2006 by Sandra L. Reay, Colorado Sandstorm Music, BMI

Last night a coyote howled in the meadow
And a train whistle echoed down the hill
There was a rustling in the leaves that stirred up my memories
They played me that old traveling song
And I wished that I was already gone

This morning geese flew low past my window
The were winging their way to the south
They did not have much to say but they pointed out the way
They showed me that deep snow won’t be long
And I wished that I was already gone

I don’t want to spend another winter without end
Here in this northern prairie town
It’s warm down Tucson Way. I think I’ll head on out today
Next year maybe, I’ll be back around
Next year I’ll be back around

There’s a tear in your eye as you watch me
Stuff my clothes in a dirty duffle bag
There’s a fire in your kiss that I know I’m gonna miss
But this rambler’s got to keep moving on
And I wish that I was already gone

Yeah, this old boy’s got to keep moving on
And I wish that I was already gone

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Maybe This Time          more info         chord chart
© 2006 by Sandra L. Reay, Colorado Sandstorm Music, BMI

She watches his truck roll in
Counts the days till it rolls back out
They can go for a week maybe if they don't speak
Of those things they fight about

Maybe this time he'll help with the babies
Maybe this time he'll paint their room
Maybe he will recall that the light in the hall
Has been broken since early last June

He knows it isn't a motel
It isn't a roadside cafe
He just can't get up, leave a buck by the cup
Turn his back and drive away

She got caught between starlight and sunshine
Woke up in the cold light of day
She dreamed of the life she'd have as his wife
She can't make it turn out that way

Maybe this time he'll help with the children
Maybe this time he'll fix the fence
Maybe he will recall he broke the light in the hall
It’s been hanging like that ever since

She watches his truck roll in
Counts the days till it rolls back out
They can go for a week maybe if they don't speak
Of those things they fight about

All those things they fight about
All those things they fight about

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I'll Hold You Close          more info         chord chart
© 2008 by Sandra L. Reay & J. J. Fraser, Colorado Sandstorm Music, BMI

Life can get you down, drive your dreams into the ground
And make you feel you will never try again
When no one is there for you, showing that they care for you
To help you climb that hill that seems so steep
I'll Hold You Close until you fall asleep

Friends can break your heart, tear your fragile world apart
And make you feel that you're alone without a prayer
When your friends have left you blue and you need somebody who
Will wipe away your tears each time you weep
I'll Hold You Close until you fall asleep

Some kind words, a gentle touch, these simple things can mean so much
Like a candle in the dark to light your way
To help you heal your soul, turn two halves into a whole
And turn that long and lonely night back into day

When years have drifted on and the children grown and gone,
And you feel that life is empty and too short
Still I will be there for you, showing that I care for you
Living that one vow I swore I'd keep
I'll Hold You Close until you fall asleep

I'll Hold You Close until you fall asleep

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Red Shoes          more info         chord chart
© 2008 by Sandra L. Reay, Colorado Sandstorm Music, BMI

Justino plays for tourists, right outside a noisy bar
Hear the heartbeat of his fingers on the strings of his guitar
And from his lower lip, hangs a pencil-thin cigar
But his eyes move when he watches Dorothea

Dor'thea walks the shabby streets, her eyes always cast down
Nimble fingers snatch up any lost coins on the ground
Magician-like she stashes the treasure she has found
She stops and stares at red shoes in a window

One cold and dreary Tuesday when the sky hung like a rag
Dor'thea sidled up the street clutching a tattered bag
She ducked inside a shoe store with her dreams on a price tag
And walked out in triumphant new red shoes

Oh those red shoes, those magic red shoes
In them she was pretty, in them she could dance
Justino's music moved her, took her by the hand
And romanced her when she wore red shoes

Justino plays his street guitar but his fingers, they move slow
The run-down streets of the old town aren't where the tourists go
And love, it is a mystery that he will never know
But his eyes move when he watches Dorothea

Dor'thea's hair is silver now. The urchins call her crone
Locked up in her old-maid's room she spends her nights alone
And the scuffed and broken red shoes? They will never take her home
Not even if she clicks her heels three times

But those red shoes, those magic red shoes
In them she was pretty, in them she could dance
Justino's music moved her, took her by the hand
And romanced her when she wore red shoes

Justino's music moved her, took her by the hand
And romanced her when she wore red shoes
Romanced her When she She wore red shoes

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State Line Cafe          more info         chord chart
© 2006 by Sandra L. Reay & B. J. Suter, Colorado Sandstorm Music, BMI

Just an old truck-stop in the middle of nowhere
That gray weathered place called the State Line Cafe
Stop in for some coffee, a burger, or French fries
The next place to stop is an hour away

Built in the twenties, survived the depression
Pouring coffee for truckers on that lonesome blacktop
Dave bought the place to be out of the city
Cooking hash browns and chicken for the people who stop

Then crews widened the highway. They took out the curve
Engineers said it was safer that way
Now the trucks don't have access so they keep on rolling
On up to Wyoming past the State Line Cafe

Past that old truck-stop in the middle of nowhere
That gray weathered place called the State Line Cafe
Stop in for some coffee, a burger, or French fries
The next place to stop is an hour away

Jackie served the last breakfast three eggs over easy
One piece of bacon, three slices of toast
Then they threw out their dreams with the leftover coffee
Where they're headed, nobody knows

Left that old truck-stop in the middle of nowhere
That gray weathered place called the State Line Cafe
You can’t stop for coffee, no burger, no French fries
Jackie and Dave closed the State Line today

Yeah, Jackie and Dave closed the State Line today

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One Lonely Rider          more info         chord chart
© 2008 by Sandra L. Reay, Colorado Sandstorm Music, BMI & Ernie Martinez, ASCAP

A hot wind blew ‘cross the prairie, a whiff of smoke in the air
The cattle were restless and wary. The night riders better take care
We lost Little Joe and three ponies down a dry wash early that day
When a wall of water came sudden, and swept Big Ed’s best pal away

The campfire was glowing, the cattle were lowing
I was weary right down to my soul
One lonely rider watched our campfire
Go down to its last burning coal
Go down to its last burning coal

Big Ed pulled duty as night hawk. I offered to stand watch instead
He said the horses would keep him from thinking ‘bout Joe being dead
I bedded down away from the others. My buckskin was grazing near by
I listened to him softly breathing as I watched the firelight die

The campfire was glowing, the cattle were lowing
I was weary right down to my soul
One lonely rider watched our campfire
Go down to its last burning coal
Go down to its last burning coal

Well I woke to a shout in the darkness. You know the cattle, they were starting to run
The top hands all scrambled for horses. All of them bolted but one
So I jumped to the back of my buckskin. You know, there’s one thing that I’ve learned
And that’s if I could catch up to the leaders then somehow the heard could be turned

Well a lone rider came out of nowhere, his catch rope stiff in his hand
An angel sent down from heaven, he turned that whole demon band
Well, slowly they circled each other, then stopped and then stood deathly still
I couldn’t find sign of that rider. I reckon that I, I never will

The campfire’s glowing, the cattle are lowing
I am weary right down to my soul
One lonely rider watched our campfire
Go down to its last burning coal

One lonely rider watched our campfire
Go down to its last burning coal
Go down to its last burning coal

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Hitchhiker          more info         chord chart
© 2006 by Sandra L. Reay, Colorado Sandstorm Music, BMI

The sun in my eyes, cold wind in my hair
With a sign that just said “Please”
Watching couples in sports cars go racing by
And families in S.U.V.s

I was a hitchhiker on love’s highway
Didn’t know which way to go
Until you cruised by in your four-wheel-drive
Found me standing by the road

You saw me and stopped, we talked for a while
I jumped in and said, “Let’s go”
Pedal to the metal, no looking back
Doing 90 down a one-way road

I was a hitchhiker on love’s highway
Didn’t know which way to go
Until you cruised by in your four-wheel-drive
Found me standing by the road

Eyes on each other blind to the signs
Seems like I never learn
No flashing lights, no siren song
Not long till we crashed and burned

Now I’m a hitchhiker on love’s highway
Didn’t know how far we’d go
When you cruised by in your four-wheel-drive
Found me standing by the road

Oh you cruised by in your four-wheel-drive
Left me standing by the road

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Car Full of Collies          more info         chord chart
© 2008 by Sandra L. Reay & B. J. Suter, Colorado Sandstorm Music, BMI

A car full of collies, they're fluffy and jolly
And smell like a swamp when they're wet
A cup full of guppies won't fill up those puppies
It leaves them hungry, you bet

A house full of hippos, they dance on their tiptoes
And break lots of toys when they're mad
A bowl full of goldfish won't satisfy their wish
It leaves them feeling real bad

And we will waltz with the moon
And play hide’n’seek with the stars
Till the morning runs with the rising sun
And nobody knows where we are

A carton of kitties, they're dressed in their pretties
And howl at the moon for their lunch
A creek full of streakers won't dampen their sneakers
It makes not a dent in that bunch

A dish full of duckies, they're wearing muck-luckies
And leave a down trail when they move
A crock full of crackers won't dry out those quackers
It leaves them with something to prove

And we will waltz with the moon
And play hide’n’seek with the stars
Till the morning runs with the rising sun
And nobody knows where we are

A gallon of gators, they're dressed in their waders
And send Morse code with their teeth
A churn of cheese doodles will bounce off their noodles
It leaves them quite hollow beneath

A park full of ponies all dance with their cronies
Tails high like a ship in full sail
A dish full of kippers won’t trip up those tricksters
It just leaves them feeling quite pale

And we will waltz with the moon
And play hide’n’seek with the stars
Till the morning runs with the rising sun
And nobody knows where we, Nobody knows where we
Nobody knows where we are

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Black Creek          more info         chord chart
© by Sandra L. Reay, Colorado Sandstorm Music, BMI

Cold rain poured down for thirty six hours
Black Creek rose up washed out the bridge
We were safe in the cabin without heat or power
No food in the cupboard, not much in the fridge

The lights went out, the phone went dead
We didn’t care, we ate pickles and bread

The cabin grew cold when the north wind howled
We lit a fire of scrub oak and pine
In a tangle of blankets in front of the couch
We spent the night with our bodies entwined

The lights went out, the phone went dead
We didn’t care, we spent hours in bed

Were we ever that young? Were we ever in love?
Did we ever swear by the stars up above?
Did we ever say, “Till death do us part?”
Where does love go when it leaves a cold heart?

I still live in that place at the end of the line
You’ve gone to Nashberg or somewhere I’m told
And I still light fires of scrub oak and pine
When the winter rains come and the cabin grows cold

The lights go out, the phone goes dead
There’s a picture of you by the side of my bed

The lights go out, the phone goes dead
Nobody warms your side of the bed

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Whole Lotta Pain          more info         chord chart
© 2007 by Sandra L. Reay, Colorado Sandstorm Music, BMI
& Ernie Martinez, ASCAP

You used to love me in the sunshine You left me out here in the pouring rain
You said you loved me in the sunshine You left me out here in the pouring rain
Because you’re in Atlanta I’m in a whole lotta pain

You introduced me to the bad stuff Now it’s messing with my brain
You introduced me to the bad stuff Now it’s messing with my brain
Because you’re in Atlanta I’m in a whole lotta pain

‘Cause you’re a mean, nasty woman and you’re out there raising cane
’Cause you’re a mean, nasty woman and you’re driving me half insane

Now I’m a-standing on a platform Just a-waiting on a train
Just standing on a platform I’m just a-waiting on that high-ball train
‘Cause you’re in Atlanta I’m in a whole lotta pain

‘Cause you’re a mean, nasty woman and I’m out here raising cane
’Cause you’re a mean, nasty woman and I’m driving myself insane

You said you loved me in the sunshine now I’m out here in the pouring rain
You said you loved me in the sunshine; you left me standing out here in the pouring rain
You introduced me to the bad stuff; now it’s messing with my brain
You introduced me to the bad stuff; now it’s messing with my brain
And I’m standing on a platform, I’m just a-waiting on a train
Standing on a platform, I’m just a-waiting for that highball train
I’m out here standing in the pouring rain
‘Cause it’s a-messing with my brain
‘Cause you’re in Atlanta I’m in a whole lotta pain
‘Cause you’re in Atlanta I’m in a whole lotta pain
‘Cause you’re in Atlanta I’m in a whole lotta pain
‘Cause you’re in Atlanta ooh ooh
‘Cause you’re in Atlanta ooh ooh

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Sandstorm From Sedona          more info         chord chart
© 2006 by Sandra L. Reay, Colorado Sandstorm Music, BMI

I filled up outside of Flagstaff Waved good bye to old Winslow
Hit my stride ahead of Holbrook Million miles more to go
I can hear that boy complaining, “Tell me what did I do wrong?”
I can hear his momma answer, “Better off now that she’s gone”

I’m the flicker of the white line in the corner of your eye
I’m a coyote from Kayenta laughing loudly in your mind
I’m a hawk up on a thermal, crisp against the clear blue sky
I’m a sandstorm from Sedona I’m gonna blow on by

Left that inbred town behind me Never stopped to say goodbye
Pawned my ring when I reached Prescott. Need the money down the line
There’s a cowboy up in Gallup God that man looks good in jeans
Think I’ll make it there by dinner See if he remembers me

I’m the flicker of the white line in the corner of your eye
I’m a coyote from Kayenta laughing loudly in your mind
I’m a hawk up on a thermal, crisp against the clear blue sky
I’m a sandstorm from Sedona I’m gonna blow on by

I’m an April desert morning. I’m a flower fresh with dew
I’m a sandstorm from Sedona and I just blew by you yeah
I’m a sandstorm from Sedona and I just blew by you

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