Sunday SIP

Listen to songs in progress.

Bob August (Traffic Report)

(#2 Kids Songs In Progress)

In Nashville if you’re listening to the radio, Bob August pops in from time to time to give an update on the traffic. His voice is warm and familiar. Makes you want to send him a Christmas card. I wrote this little kids type song for Bob August. God only knows how much road rage has been averted due to his daily cameos.

Love,
Aaron



LYRICS:

HIGH UP IN A HELICOPTER
BOB AUGUST LOOKS DOWN BELOW
TELLS THE CARS WHICH WAY TO GO
IT’S CALLED THE TRAFFIC REPORT

SOME DAYS HE SAYS THERE’S A WRECK
THAT THEY HAVEN’T CLEARED JUST YET
ALTERNATE ROUTES ARE YOUR BEST BET
THAT’S THE TRAFFIC REPORT

TRAFFIC JAM, TRAFFIC JAM
TRAFFIC JAM NO THANK YOU MA’AM
SO WHILE I EAT MY EGGS AND HAM
I LISTEN TO THE TRAFFIC REPORT

SOME DAYS RAIN COMES POURING DOWN
BOB AUGUST STILL HANGS AROUND
HELPS ME GET BACK HOMEWARD BOUND
ON THE TRAFFIC REPORT

TRAFFIC JAM, TRAFFIC JAM
TRAFFIC JAM NO THANK YOU MA’AM
WHILE I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN
I LISTEN TO THE TRAFFIC REPORT

SOMETIMES IT’S A SPECIAL DAY
BOB AUGUST HAS NOTHING TO SAY
GO ON FOLKS YOUR REGULAR WAY
AND THAT’S THE TRAFFIC REPORT

TRAFFIC JAM, TRAFFIC JAM
TRAFFIC JAM NO THANK YOU, MA’AM
SO WHILE I EAT MY EGGS AND HAM
I LISTEN TO THE TRAFFIC REPORT
TRAFFIC JAM, TRAFFIC JAM
TRAFFIC JAM NO THANK YOU MA’AM
SO WHEN I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN
I LISTEN TO THE TRAFFIC REPORT

Liver and Onions on Tuesdays

Here is the first of several songs I’m working on toward a kids album. This one is about my grandpa Omer, my uncle Duane, and my dad. I hope you had people like them in your life while growing up. This song references specific memories that have always stuck with me.

Love,
Aaron



LYRICS:

LIVER AND ONIONS ON TUESDAYS
ME AND GRANDPA AT NELSON’S CAFE
YUCK, OH, ISH, THE SMELL OF THAT DISH
BUT I LIKED GOING THERE ANYWAY

I SUPPOSE IT WAS JUST TO BE NEAR HIM
OH, THE THINGS WE ALL DO TO BE SEEN
I WISH LIVER AND ONIONS ON TUESDAYS
HAD BEEN EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK

WELL MY UNCLE DUANE WAS THE BARBER
RODE MY BIKE FOR A HAIRCUT ‘ROUND NOON
‘CAUSE I KNEW HE WOULD SOON TAKE A LUNCH BREAK
AND A GOOD CHANCE HE’D TAKE ME WITH TOO

I SUPPOSE IT WAS JUST TO BE NEAR HIM
OH THE THINGS THAT WE DO BUT DON’T SAY
IF ONLY MY HAIR HAD GROWN FASTER
I’D GET IT CUT EVERYDAY

SETTING UP CHAIRS SUNDAY MORNINGS
I WENT WITH MY DAD TO HELP OUT
SOMETIMES WE’D STOP FOR A DONUT
AND A COFFEE WAY, WAY TOO STOUT

I SUPPOSE IT WAS JUST TO BE NEAR HIM
OH THE THINGS THAT WE DO BUT DON’T SAY
WELL I SURE WISH SUNDAY MORNINGS
WOULD COME AROUND EVERYDAY

LIVER AND ONIONS ON TUESDAYS
ME AND GRANDPA AT NELSON’S CAFE
YUCK, OH, ISH, THE SMELL OF THAT DISH
BUT I LIKED GOING THERE ANYWAY