corn flakes and coffee

  Music & Lyrics by Toby Soriero  

Cornflakes and coffee, It just ain’t that easy

When you wake up and can’t find the key

You wonder how you made it

You wonder how to shake it

You wonder how, how you came to be

You look to the left, You look to the right

It must’ve been a real long night

You swear she was here

You swear she was near

But now she’s nowhere in sight

If you want to buy me a cold beer

Take me to a bar that’s near 

But if you want to stay out all night

Lock the door and turn out the light

It’s a life filled with strife, now ain’t that real nice 

You just keep hitting that wall

Like a paroled ex-con

Or a street busted John

Two wrongs, don’t make a right

If you want to buy me a cold beer

Take me to a bar that’s near

But if you want to stay out all night

Lock the door and turn out the light

If you want to buy me a cold beer

Take me to a bar that’s near

But if you want to stay out all night

Lock the door and turn out the light

Go on, lock the door and turn out the light

Music & Lyrics by Toby Soriero  

Kentucky bourbon warm my hands

I know you’ll do the best you can

Nights are dark and nights are cold

But I’m still not that old

Not that old to toss and fold

Kentucky bourbon take me home

Like a slow and steady poem

Many miles from the sea

Livin’ life as it should be

A couple dogs, just you and me

It’s a long and dirty road

But It’s the only life I know

And I know it’s time to go

Go where rivers run like gold

Dreams are never bought and sold

Kentucky bourbon have and hold

Kentucky bourbon call my name

Got no one else to lay the blame

Ya sing a real sweet song

Not too short or not too long

Just right where we belong

Kentucky bourbon time to go

Real nice and real slow

Take me to the finish line

Lived a life that’s real fine

Never had no taste for wine

It’s a long and dirty road

But It’s the only life I know

And I know it’s time to go

Go where rivers run like gold

Dreams are never bought and sold

Kentucky bourbon have and hold

Kentucky bourbon take my soul

Hard to fill a deep black hole

Knock me down and pick me up

Never had an ounce of luck

Couldn’t earn an honest buck

It’s a long and dirty road

But It’s the only life I know

And I know it’s time to go

Go where rivers run like gold

Dreams are never bought and sold

Kentucky bourbon have and hold

Music & Lyrics by Toby Soriero  

Workin’ all day till the sun gets low 

Dirt pilin’ up like a fresh brown snow 

Out in the fields since the first mornin’ light 

We be diggin’ up the turnips ‘tll it’s dark as night

Marcus Sheryl sweatin’ real bad

Lookin’ like his wife is gettin’ real mad

He takes a swig ‘fore he goes right back 

We be diggin’ up the turnips and fillin’ those sacks

Diggin’, Diggin’ up the turnips 

Diggin’, Diggin’ all day

We be diggin’, Diggin’ up the turnips

Diggin’ up the turnips 

‘Til we sleep in the hay

See a pretty little thing over my shoulder

Wish I was taller and a little bit older

“Turn around and dig”, I hear momma shout

We be diggin’ up the turnips ‘till the lights go out 

Diggin’ Diggin’ up the turnips 

Diggin’ Diggin’ all day

We be diggin’  Diggin’ up the turnips

Diggin’ up the turnips 

‘Til we sleep in the hay

Grandpa on the porch dancin’ a jig

Aunt Josie May be fixin’ her wig

Daddy be laughin’ and drinkin’ cheap wine  

We be diggin’ up the turnips and havin’ a time   

Music & Lyrics by Toby Soriero  

Boss man is a jackass

Morning traffic sucks

Don’t get no free coffee

A raise, yeah good luck

Office life ain’t for me

I’d rather drive a truck

Got these nine-to-five, day-to-day, pencil-pushin’ blues

It ain’t gonna be forever

It ain’t gonna be for life

I ain’t gotta take it

I already got a wife

Done told ‘em once, done told ‘em twice

No more Mr. Nice

Got these nine-to-five, day-to-day, pencil-pushin’ blues

No more conference calls

No more late nights

I'd rather run into traffic

Yeah I’m wound up, wound up, wound up real tight

No more conference calls

No more late nights

I'd rather run into traffic

Yeah I’m wound up, wound up, wound up real tight

I ain’t got no worries

I ain’t got no plans

Handed in my notice

Packin’ up the van

Just cashed my last paycheck

Told ‘em to pound sand

Don’t got these nine-to-five, day-to-day, pencil-pushin’ blues

Don’t got these nine-to-five, day-to-day, pencil-pushin’ blues

Music & Lyrics by Toby Soriero  

I  met her on a Wednesday or a Tuesday afternoon

I couldn’t say her name right but I’d learn to real soon

We talked a bit before I asked her if she’d run away with me

She shook her head and thanked me for my hospitality

The waitress interrupted was it one check perhaps two

I left a tip and stepped outside in the January blue

We met again and walked until the trains no longer ran

There was no need to ask if she wanted to hold hands

There seemed, to be - an air of new and bright ideas

I wondered if it simply was a can of stale beer

It was late but still we wondered what there was to do

We waited for the sun to rise in the January blue

It didn’t take that much time for me to find a way

I asked again but this time knew exactly what to say

She still said no but promised that if she ever would

I’d be the one she’d run off with all was well and good

With that I left to look again for something bright and new

I tugged my collar hard and tight in the January blue

There was a man some might say an elder statesmen type

He wore a suit and tie each day both with colored stripes

I asked him if he’d show me how I could be like him

He told me that would be a shame a crime a dreadful sin

He raised his leg shouted out then stamped down his right shoe

He ran off cursing Jesus Christ in the January blue

It wasn’t long before I knew where I had to go

It wasn’t quick it took a while some might say real slow

I didn’t stop and say goodbye I wanted to move on

The sun would rise before she knew that I was dead and gone

There was a time I’d bitch and moan, before I’d sit and stew

But now I headed off in haste in the January blue

I traveled far and wide for months in a rented four door car

You learn to make a new friend once at every roadside bar

A man pointed to  a picture of a place up on the wall

It seemed like I should go there but it seemed like I might fall

The hill was steep the climb was long but oh my what a view

I sat there long and gazed into the January blue

Music & Lyrics by Toby Soriero  

No, it ain’t like, ain’t like ya think

Like ya think, when ya see the light

Clouds gonna part, Day’s gonna start

Mornin’ sun, shines hot and bright

My time’s done, my fight’s won

Blues before sunset’s like a loaded gun

It’s all a game, it’s all the same

A game that ya hate to lose

Ya fight the fight, with all your might

But in the end ya just gotta choose

Choose to stay (Choose to stay), choose the day (Choose the day)

Choose the price that you’re gonna pay

It ain’t right to buy your daddy a birthday cake

And it ain’t right to drive a Rolls to your mamma’s wake

It’s sure hard (It’s sure hard) hard to lose (so hard to lose)

Lose sight of wrong from right

Like rain, tap dancin’ on a tin roof at night

I faced the scorn, scorn and shame

Scorn and shame, from the day I was born

No one cares, no one dares

Dares to tell or say or warn

Life is hard (It’s so hard), life is cruel (So, so cruel)

But live it right, don’t play the fool

It ain’t right to buy your daddy a birthday cake

And it ain’t right to drive a Rolls to your mamma’s wake

It’s sure hard (It’s sure hard), hard to lose (So hard to lose)

Lose sight of wrong from right

Like rain, tap dancin’ on a tin roof at night

It ain’t right to buy your daddy a birthday cake

And it ain’t right to drive a Rolls to your mamma’s wake

It’s sure hard (It’s sure hard), hard to lose (So hard to lose)

Lose sight of wrong from right

Like rain, tap dancin’ on a tin roof at night

Like rain, tap dancin’ on a tin roof at night