Grant Livingston

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Let Me off the Leash
The One That Got Away

Florida Rain

Other Songs

The One
That Got Away
1997

The One That Got Away
Life on the Freeway
A Song About You
Pack Light
Tin Can Tourists
Throwin' it all Away
Give Me Your Hand

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Mango!
Jugo de Caña
Let Us Alone
What the Barnacle Do
Down at the Five and One
Sweet Sixteen
Lotto Blues

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Pack Light
©1991 Grant Livingston TOP OF PAGE

When the poet went on vacation
He didn't even bring a pen
He packed away all of his fanciful words
And he left them
He didn't miss them
All the places that he saw
Brought him words he never, ever knew before

Chorus:
Pack Light
Do you need everything that you're carrying?
Pack Light
And you can travel anywhere
Pack Light
No matter where you are travelling
Everything you need's already there

When the lover went on vacation
He didn't even bring a friend
He opened his heart to the people he found
When he met them
He didn't know them
But the people that he saw
Brought his heart a love it never knew before

Repeat Chorus

I think I'm gonna go on vacation
On a road without an end
I'll pack away all of my dreams and my plans
And forget them
I'll never miss them
All the signs along the way
Tell me where I need to be every single day

What the Barnacle Do TOP OF PAGE
©1995 Grant Livingston

Barnacle, his profession is crustacean
He's about as tough as he can be
One thing 'bout crustaceans, they got a lot of patience
When the find a place they like to be
If you've got a boat down by the water
Chances are that you have scraped a few
You wonder how they hold so tightly, I think about it nightly
Still in all, I haven't got a clue

It's what the barnacle do, what the barnacle do
I know you know that it's true, it's what the barnacle do
Hey, I don't know, they got strong little hands
They got sticky old tongue, they got super-glue glands
And they really don't care if we don't understand, me and you
It's what the barnacle do

Commodore built his house down by the water
And he surely built that place to stay
Built with time and patience, built for those occasions
Storms would come and try to blow his house away
Wind, it blew real hard in nineteen-hundred
In twenty-six, again in ninety-two
Each time something held it, stuck like it was welded
That house was standing solid when the winds were through

REPEAT CHORUS:

Developers see land down by the water
And they see an opportunity
Someday they'll try to take her, build Barnacle skyscrapers
All the while be telling us it's just how things should be
But the Barnacle's been standing here a hundred years
I bet it will see two hundred, too
This house and those crustaceans really are close relations
Seems to me that it just might be this house knows how to do . . .

REPEAT CHORUS:

What do you get when you play a country song backwards?
It's a pretty old joke, you probably already know
What do you get when you play a country song backwards?
You get your wife back, you get your truck back, you get your dog back
And that gives me some hope

Won't you play this song backwards
I want to go back in time
If my life were a tape deck
I would hit the rewind
If you play this song backwards
Could be that old joke is true
Erase all of our sorrow, and maybe tomorrow
I'd be back with you

I told you how sorry I am that I ran over Rover
Just got out for a minute, I should have put the parking brake on
And I'm sorry that the truck rolled down the street into that ditch, with you in it
With you both there in traction, I understood your reaction
When you said that the romance is gone

But if you play this song backwards
Could be we'll go back in time
If my life were a tape deck
I would hit the rewind
Won't you play this song backwards
Could be that old joke is true
Erase all of our sorrow, and maybe tomorrow
I'd be back with you
Erase all of our sorrow, and maybe tomorrow
I'd be back with you