Tennessee Ernie Ford’s “16 Tons” rewritten to “8 Children”

Some people say a gal has cold  cold blood
A poor gal lives through a lot of crud
Cold blood and crud just to start
One thing I have is a real big heart

You have eight children, what do you get
A lot of laughs and a lot of fret
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
Mommy’s got to stop the sibling war

I went to the court and became one’s wife
Birthed seven children early in life.
I’ve cooked and cleaned; i’ve nagged and weaned
I’m still waiting for wisdom to be gleaned

You have eight children, what do you get
A lot of laughs and a lot of fret
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
Mommy’s got to stop the sibling war

I was born one mornin’, it was drizzlin’ rain
Preventin the Fightin’ is my middle name
I was raised in the Deep South by a mama lion
I learned real fast that cryin’ is dyin’

You have eight children, what do you get
A lot of laughs and a lot of fret
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
Mommy’s got to stop the sibling war

If you see me comin’, better step aside
A lotta kids didn’t and a lotta kids cried
A forked tongue with titanium back
You better be polite
And you better not slack

I have eight children and a husband to feed
A lot of laughter and a lot of need
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
It’s time for me to please my handsome beau!

Written 4/11/2015

Nancy Sinatra’s Song “These Boots are Made for Walkin'” Rewritten

I kept saying there is nothing for you.
Nothing I could give or express
My thoughts were  a messin’ where they shouldn’t have been a messin’
This had caused everyone else to stress.

These boots are made for walking, and that’s less than they do
All of my days these boots are stompin’ over you.

I keep learning, what I should have been teachin’
Learning to everyone I’m not in debt
I keep changin’ what I used to be samin’.
Now what’s right is right, and I’m not all right yet.

These boots are made for walking, and that’s less than they do
All of my days these boots are stompin’ over you.

I’ve started living how i was never living
My future full of pages still to turn
YES!
I just found my new life is a great one
My past is full of pages that can burn

These boots are made for walking, and that’s less than they do
All of my days these boots are stompin’ over you.

Are you ready boots? Stompin’ time!

Written 4/11/2015

Don Henley’s “New York Minute” Rewritten into “North Hill Minute” (Based upon my summer location)

I awoke
prepared to pack
Walked up to the balcony
Then I fell on my back
Dan found me laying
Bloodied from the Earth’s thwack
And I didn’t cooking Breakfast
In the morning

I have a family
The love of a man
But I became lost this time
As the hours spanned
This day I crossed that line
And I was so lost from my world
But I guess it doesn’t matter anymore

In a North Hill minute
Everything can change
In a North Hill minute
Things can get pretty straaaaange
In a North Hill minute
Everything can change
In a North Hill minute

Lying there in the darkness
I heard my whole world wail
Dan took me to the emergency room
As my whole body flailed
If you find somebody to love in this world
You better hang on tooth and nail
The wolf is always at the door

In a North Hill minute
Everything can change
In a North Hill minute
Things can get a little strange
In a North Hill minute
Everything can change
In a North Hill minute.

And in these days
When darkness falls early
And people rush home
To the ones they love
You better take a fool’s advice
And take care of your own
One day we’re here;
Next day we’re gone

Dan placed my coat ’round my shoulders
We took a walk down the road
The leaves were falling around us
My being groaned as the tears flowed
In my busy house
My desparate life screamed at me
“Find yourself and let life be.”

What the head makes cloudy
The heart makes very clear
The days are so much brighter
All the time Dan’s been here
And I know I found my man
who makes dark clouds disappear
Since that day, I totally believe
I believe, I believe

In a North Hill minute
Everything can change
In a North Hill minute
You can get out of the raiiiiin
In a North Hill minute
Everything can change
In a North Hill minute

Written 4/11/2015

Rewritten Ronnie Milsap song called “Don’t You Know How Much I Love You”

Ronnie Milsap’s “Don’t You Know How Much I Love You” Rewritten
What did you see in me

Did you feel that we were meant to always be?

Don’t you know how much I love you?

Can you forgive me

for everything? My flaws weren’t meant for you to ever see

You give me even more than I was hoping

Enough to make me forget how much I was broken
Oooooh how can I repay you

For everything you’ve done and you will ever do

Don’t you know how much I love you?
You give me even more than I was hoping

Enough to make me forget how much I was broken
Did you know I’d sacrifice

Even give my life ’cause with you I’m in paradise

Don’t you know, oh

Don’t you know, oh

Don’t you know, oh

Don’t you know.

Don’t you know.

Don’t you know how much I love you?
You give me even more than I was hoping

Enough to make me forget how much I was broken!
I’m enamored this continues on.
I’m never gone, I’m on my knees now baby.
Don’t you know how much I love you?

Don’t you know how much I love you?

Don’t you know how much I love you?
Don’t you know, oh

Don’t you know, oh

Don’t you know, oh

Don’t you know.

Don’t you know.

Don’t you know how much I love you?

Written 2/13/2015

John Legend’s “All of Me” Lyrics Rewritten

What would I do without your wise words?
Teaching me things I never have heard
You’ve got my head spinning, no kidding, I can’t bring you down.
I love listening to your beautiful mind
You bring me to a saner side
And I’m so happy, extremely happy to now be called your bride
……………………..
My heart’s falling harder
But I’m feeling fine
You might call me crazy and out of my mind
…………………
‘Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your terms and all your pledges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I’ll give my all to you
You’re my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I’m winning
‘Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh
………………………………
How many times do I have to tell you
when we’re apart I feel real blue?

You’re my heart, and you are my home
You’re sweet as fresh honeycomb
I can’t stop singing, my heart clinging, for every part of you

…………………….

Give me all of you
Cards on the table, we’re both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it’s hard

…………………………….

I have much pride in rewriting this song, as not only are the words not bittersweet but also the rhythm of my lyrics coincides with the rhythm of the first version to be sung in the same fashion. To me this is a great victory performed only two months and three days after my accident that caused me to be a patient due to fractured and crushed vertebrae ALONG WITH being a brain injury survivor.

Removing Hope and Expectation from an Old Yearning

When I was hospitalized, I had my parents reconnect with me through phone and email. My last moment in the same building with them was over six years ago when my mother wrongly testified in a court of law that she thought I was a druggie. Her motivation was to have my children torn from my life and given to their father’s. The irony is that I have always been afraid of even testing/trying recreational drugs due to fear of being addicted to them. My parents gave up the idea of seeing me even prior to my birthday not even a month after I returned home. Seeing my parents was my sole wish for my birthday. An 86-year-old friend talked about her unkind mother and referred to her as being “emotionally impaired.” This was a breath of fresh air to consider dismissing the beings of my parents and seeing them as being emotionally impaired, unable to change and become more outwardly loving and compassionate WITHOUT tossing their daughter aside.

Since this revelation of what I refer to as “relabeling,” I have found that doing this is very therapeutic and helps remove hopes and expectations that I have. Where there are no hopes or expectations, life seems to be more abundant as I am not dismayed by disappointments and grief.