Lyrics by c.c. Snowden

Verse1
I dreamed of you both
long before your time—
brushing my babydoll’s hair,
pretending they were mine.
Dressing them in tiny outfits,
taking them on little walks,
in my small and tender voice,
speaking how a mother talks.

Chorus
Oh, my sweet daughters,
what a gift you are to me.
Becoming your mama
is the one thing
I always wanted to be.
Lucky me.

Verse 2
Holding your tiny hands,
with just my fingertips.
When you’d look up and smile,
my heart would do backflips.
Every tear you cried
fell inside my own heart too—
and any pain you felt,
I wished I could take for you.

Chorus
My growing daughters,
what a gift you are to me.
Being your mama
is the one thing
I always wanted to be.
Lucky me.



Verse 3
Now we’re sharing clothes,
and we argue about rules.
Your daddy and I are hoping
we’ve given you loving tools—
so when life pulls you far,
your compass holds its course,
and when your wells run dry,
you’ll come home to the source.

Bridge
I will go to my grave
knowing I lived the best life—
not for riches or for fame,
but for being Mom,
and being wife.

Final Chorus
Oh, my sweet daughters,
what a gift you have given me.
Becoming your mama
is the one thing
I always hoped that I’d be.
Lucky me.
Lucky me.

Words by c.c. Snowden

Music and vocals by Songer

verse 1

The US government….
decides things from an ivory tower.
Practicing religion of its love 
of control and power.

verse 2
Our late founding fathers….
would be amazed at what they’d see.
And the dumpster fire that has become
Washington , D.C.

chorus
But really….
We just want freedom….
and protection for when we need it.
We just want borders, inviting in those
who won’t mistreat it.
We want good laws….
and consequences for those that break ’em.
These are demands…
not requests to be mistaken.

verse 3
This land that we love…
is to be a hopeful light
But the ones who are “in charge”
only want to blame and fight.

verse 4
Each day on “the news”….
there are bad headlines ever churning
meanwhile taxpaying voters…..
are disgusted with fierce heartburning.

chorus
But really….
We just want freedom….
and protection for when we need it.
We just want borders, inviting in those
who won’t mistreat it.
We want good laws….
and consequences for those that break ’em.
These are demands…
not requests to be mistaken.

bridge
Get it together!!!
All you politicians!!!
Quit playing games!
Focused on your own ambitions….
Put voters first!!!!!
We’re the reason you are there.
We need term limits!!!!
And fewer of you with white hair.

outro
Do your job-
tell the truth-
it there’s “fire,”
show us proof.

We just want freedom….
and protection for when we need it.
We just want borders, inviting in those
who won’t mistreat it.
We want good laws….
and consequences for those that break ’em.
These are demands…
not requests to be mistaken.

Once there was a woman
and her name was “Sandy”
her husband’s name was David
And the life they made was dandy

They bought fancy house
with a lovely river view
They were living in retirement
With nothing much to do

Then about four years later
while sitting on their dock
Some lights began to shine
and they heard some classic rock

Sandy turned to David, and said,
“Ugg, are you kidding me?”
“We pay too many taxes
for this life of luxury.”

So David crossed the river
and found the music source
He wanted to please his wife
without having to use much force

They turned the music down
at this new marina bar
where friends and neighbors came
all knowing who each other are

But Sandy was still annoyed
And in attempt to make it better
She sent the bar a voicemail
and wrote a strongly worded letter.

The owners of the bar
shocked that they complained
Drafted Sandy a response
and here’s what it explained……

Dear Sandy……..
Your life is fancy……
and we’re happy for you,
but do not covet.
Our bar is awesome
and it will blossom …..
And if you don’t like it
Well, you can shove it!

verse 1
There was a corner lot,
a house two stories high,
And a river flowing,
North nearby.
There were mossy oaks,
and palm trees tall.
There was a big duck pond,
right inside the mall!

chorus
Where is that place,
We used to know?
If we could go back,
No doubt, we’d go.
So let’s close our eyes,
and reminisce.
of that place and time,
So many of us miss.

verse 2
There were ten-speed bikes,
and roller skates,
We spent hours making,
New mixed tapes.
We played kick-the-can,
until after dark.
We explored the creek,
winding through Boone park.

chorus
Where is that place,
We used to know?
If we could go back,
We would surely go.
So let’s close our eyes,
and reminisce…..
of that place and time,
So many of us miss.

verse 3
Our makeup ran,
when we’d trick-or-treat.
We lifted up our masks,
to release the heat.
You could smell the ground,
right after rain,
In the distance we,
could hear a train.

Bridge
Those Florida seasons “changed”
With hardly any sign,
Except for the snow that fell,
in 1989.
Right now we crave,
those precious memories,
Like Woolworth’s counter,
Where we ate grilled cheese.

outro
So let’s close our eyes,
and reminisce……
Those were the good ole days…..
All 80s children miss.

verse 1
James was a grown man
just trying to survive.
He lived life on his own terms
at the age of 65.

He made a buck when he needed to
with some tools and his two hands,
He’d sip a beer with his conscious clear,
As a proud American.

(full band instrumental)

verse 2
James was a small man,
100 pounds… if he was wet.
A mouth full of rotting teeth,
Still he’d light up a cigarette.

His attitude was that life was good
with a roof over his head.
He didn’t care that the floors were bare
Callin home a backyard shed.

chorus
You can take it from James
that… life will change
and you’ll think you’ve got it rough
But if you trust in the Lord,
and gratitude is stored
then you’ll still have just enough.
Believe it or not,
that stuff you’ve got…
can all go up in flames.
And I’m telling you boys,
fire destroys…
and if it does —
just remember James.

verse 3
James was a poor man,
with a rich man’s attitude.
He rode a bike and he cruised around
Stopping off to get some food.

He’d make a joke about being broke
Still he always had a smile.
A simple man, doing what he can
Being joyful was his style.

chorus
You can take it from James,
that… life will change
and you’ll think you’ve got it rough
But if you trust in the Lord,
and gratitude is stored
then you’ll still have just enough.
Believe it or not,
that stuff you’ve got…
can all go up in flames.
And I’m telling you boys,
fire destroys…
and if it does —
just remember James.

verse 4
James was a flawed man,
and humble to his core.
No matter what cards were dealt him
He knew one thing for sure
God made him to always
get back up for more!

verse 1
Some little girls
like quiet games.
Some little girls
play school.
Some little girls
stay neat and clean
and follow every rule.

verse 2
Some little girls
are loud and yell.
Some little girls
play rough.
Some little girls
pretend to fly
because swinging
is not enough.

chorus
Then little girls
become grown up girls
Moving on to complexity,
But every grown up girl
misses her younger years,
The less complicated times,
and being free.

verse 3
Some grown up girls
like going out,
Some grown up girls
like to nest.
Some grown up girls
focus on their careers
climbing ladders and invest.

chorus
Then grown up girls
become mid-life girls
moving on to caring less.
But all the mid-life girls
Long for their grown up self
A special time they all confess.

bridge
So ladies don’t neglect these years
You might move forward, but can’t go back.
Make memories that will age with you,
So all those good times….
You can unpack.

For us it has been
a long, winding road—
of hormones shifting,
often ready to explode.

Our weight has gone up,
our feet have spread wide,
and volcanic hot flashes
burn us up inside.

So please excuse us
while we make this claim:
we no longer care,
and we feel zero shame.

We don’t care that
our outfits don’t match.
We don’t care if
pet hair is attached
We don’t care who
spots all of our chin hairs
Observations not needed—
this club no longer cares.

Our brains will forget things,
get muddled and confused.
We’ll search for our glasses
already in use.

We’ll cry at commercials,
then laugh at a reel—
this rollercoaster madness
is perimenopause’s deal.

So please excuse us
while we make this claim:
we no longer care,
we feel zero shame.

We don’t care that
our dark hair turned grey.
We don’t care if
our wrinkles are on display.
We don’t care who
is giving us some stares.
Opinions not needed—
this club no longer cares.

Our faces are honest;
we can’t mask a thought.
So we’ll fake our agreement
and pray that we’re not caught.

We are tired and we’re cranky
Just give us a little space.
Once this phase is over,
You will feel our warm embrace.

You’re an ole country boy,
you like to say,
When guests write in
to appear on your stage.

They seek solutions,
attention, sometimes fame,
But you cut straight through
and tell it to them plain.

They bring their conflict
while searching for peace,
They carry denial,
yet hope for release.

They bring excuses,
still longing to heal,
From bitterness and burdens
too heavy to conceal.

Chorus
Put down your phones,
turn off all the noise,
For a few minutes—
be good girls and boys.
Life may feel steady,
not rocky or uphill,
But sooner or later,
we all need Dr. Phil.

They’ll beg for guidance,
but resist the truth,
They’ll be right fighters,
in spite of the proof.
Pointing fingers,
condemning their kin,
Until you ask softly,
“How’s that working out for them?”

Chorus
Put down your phones,
turn off all the noise,
For a few minutes—
be good girls and boys.
Life may feel steady,
not rocky or uphill,
But sooner or later,
we all need Dr. Phil.


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** Turned into a song using Songer 👇

“What does freedom mean?”
she asked her mom,
with little eyes
so bright and wide.
“It means resting well
after games and fun,
so you can grow
with peace inside.”

“Why does it matter, though?”
she asked her dad,
with curious ears
that loved to hear.
“It matters so
we can be ourselves,
and live our lives
with less to fear.”

“How did we get it then?”
she asked them both,
her tiny heart,
growing up a notch.
“It took brave people,”
they both agreed,
“who chose to serve,
inspire, and stand watch.”

Then their little girl turned
and looked outside,
at the flag flying in the yard.
And then it clicked,
In her innocent soul,
That it’s not just soldiers,
Who protect and stand guard.

Freedom belongs to everyone,
Caring enough
to make that choice.
From the littlest folks,
to the oldest ones,
Unafraid to use their voice.
© c.c. Snowden 2025 *  RIP Charlie Kirk *