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Peter Sheardy

The Town Hit Back

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The Song of the Year songwriting contest has awarded Peter Sheardy the Runner Up placement in the song contest. Song of the Year receives entries from all over the world and only the top songwriters receive a Runner Up placement in the songwriting competition.

The Town Hit Back 

By Peter Sheardy ©2022

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CHORUS

I woke up laughing, but quickly turned to crying.

I wasn’t sure if I was barely alive, or slowly dying.

I couldn’t seem to focus; the world was out of whack.

See last night I went out to hit the town, but the town hit back.

 

It started around happy hour, with martinis at the club.

Then I crossed the street to a lively Irish pub

Met some old friends singing Karaoke songs.

A few more shots of whiskey, and we were moving on.

 

We went to a country bar, crawling with cowgirls.

Out on that sawdust floor, I was giving it a whirl.

The band was taking a break, so we headed out the door.

Hell, it wasn’t even midnight, plenty of time for just one more.

 

It was quite the entourage, Irish boys, and country girls.

We stopped at a disco next, to watch the mirrored ball twirl.

I think we were drinking Cosmos, sure made me want to dance.

Out there shaking my booty, with a beauty in leather pants

 

Time didn’t seem to matter much, but I vaguely heard “last call.”

Line ‘em up again, ‘cause pride comes before the fall.

Just about then, my ego hit the floor.

Sometimes you gotta watch out for just one more.

 

CHORUS

I woke up laughing, but quickly turned to crying.

I wasn’t sure if I was barely alive, or slowly dying.

I couldn’t seem to focus; the world was out of whack.

See last night I went out to hit the town, but the town hit back.

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​​The Song of the Year songwriting contest has awarded Peter Sheardy the Semi-Finalist placement in the song contest. Song of the Year receives entries from all over the world and only the top songwriters receive a Semi-Finalist placement in the songwriting competition.

The Corner Bar

By Peter Sheardy ©2015

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There’s a fat man on a barstool, man I hope it don’t break.

There’s a skinny girl draped in pearls, gnawin’ on a T-bone steak.

There’s a couple in the corner, goin’ a bit too far.

Hell, it’s just another Friday night, down at the corner bar.

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There’s a staggerin’ cowboy, who can barely stand.

And the cowgirl that came with him, looks like she don’t give a damn

There’s a business suit askin’ everyone if they have seen his car.

Just another loaded opportunity, down at the corner bar

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CHORUS

Down at the corner bar

That’s where I want to be.

Holdin’ court with all my friends, and lord they don’t judge me.

From Cosmo-martinis to moonshine in a jar

There’s just no better place to be.

Then down at the corner bar

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There are girls dressed to the nines, in high heels and short skirts.

Just-got-paid construction workers their boots still caked with dirt.

There’s a nerd singin’ Karaoke, sounding like a rock star.

All part of the tapestry down at the corner bar

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CHORUS

Down at the corner bar

That’s where I want to be.

Holdin’ court with all my friends, and lord they don’t judge me.

From Smokey saxophones to pedal steel guitars

There’s just no better place to be.

Then down at the corner bar

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Bridge

It may be down Main Street, or down a country road.

It may have a funky beat or a rhythm soft and slow.

It may be walking distance or a drive in the car.

One thing we can count on, we’ve all got a corner bar.

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CHORUS

Down at the corner bar

That’s where I want to be.

Holdin’ court with all my friends, and lord they don’t judge me.

From Smokey saxophones to pedal steel guitars

There’s just no better place to be.

Then down at the corner bar

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The Song of the Year songwriting contest has awarded Peter Sheardy the Semi-Finalist placement in the song contest. Song of the Year receives entries from all over the world and only the top songwriters receive a Semi-Finalist placement in the songwriting competition.

The Last Motel Room in Joplin Missouri
By Peter Sheardy ©2022

CHORUS

I got the last motel room in Joplin Missouri

See the rodeo hit town, the place was bustin’ at the seams.

It was a yellow sun dress, black hair, and too much mascara.

I didn’t know her ways, but lord she sure had the means.

 

I made my way over to the lounge; it was a truck stop oasis.

Found me a table in the back, far from the dance floor.

Like a scene from a Hollywood movie, it was one of those places.

Where you didn’t know who or what would come through the door

 

The place was crawling with cowgirls, kickers, and truckers.

The band was so loud, I couldn’t hear myself think.

They were massacring a song by the band, Marshall Tucker

When a yellow tornado sat down, before I could blink.

 

She ordered shots of Tequila, and two long neck chasers.

Any conversation we had just fell on deaf ears.

I could tell in the dim smokey light, she had the face of an angel.

But the hairs on the back of my neck said the devil was near.

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CHORUS

The band was doing their best, at “I will always love you.”

She pulled me to the dance floor, held me desperately close.

You know sometimes heaven’s not above, it’s right there beside you.

Sometimes it’s the simple human touch, we all need the most.

 

The events of the rest of the evening, are a little bit hazy

The band was packing it up, it was way past last call.

We headed out into the night; I knew what would face me.

I was right on the edge, one step away from the fall.

 

We went to the last motel room, in Joplin Missouri

I watched the yellow sun dress slowly drift to the floor.

And the rest of the night it was terra obscura.

She was practiced in the art of seduction, and oh so much more.

 

Now the dawn comes in like a freight train, in Joplin Missouri

I awoke in a fog, naked, and alone in my bed.

I guess the yellow sun dress just had to leave in a hurry.

Leaving me with nothing but cobwebs, in my aching head

 

I looked around the room, and things were becoming much clearer.

She took all my clothes, my cash, and my credit cards.

Then I took a look out of that dirty, old motel window.

And there was an empty space, where once sat my car.

 

Wrapped in a sheet I got to tell you; I was quite worried.

I had to call the cops, had to figure out how to get back home.

But it looks like I’ll spend, a little more time in Joplin Missouri

“Cause this last motel room appears, to not have a phone.

 

CHORUS
Now I’m stuck in the last motel room, in Joplin Missouri

The rodeo left town, and reality is just what it seems.

That yellow sun dress, black hair, and smudged up mascara.

Made her get away taking with her, all of my means.

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