Dewey's Ditties

Hope I didn't wake our little girl; didn't mean to call this late

Driving ten ain't no fun when I'm usually home by eight

The boss sure was desperate to get this load to Cheyenne

He said he'd make it worth my time but there's no way he can

Yeah, we can always use the extra money

But every mile that leads away from you

Takes me FARTHER FROM THE TRUTH

Of who I am and love to be

Your husband and her daddy

Down in small town Tennessee

There was a time

This highway life was all I ever wanted to do

Now it couldn't be FARTHER FROM THE TRUTH

Did our angel go to sleep okay, or did she miss my lullabies?

Yeah, it seems so unnatural not kissing you good night

I still plan to be home Sunday in time to go to church

Until then I'll be praying this construction don't get worse

There's nothing like the freedom of the road

But every mile that leads away from you

REPEAT CHORUS 1

If there's a highway to heaven

And if I have to go before you do

I'll be FARTHER FROM THE TRUTH

Of who I am and love to be

Your husband and her daddy

Down in small town Tennessee

Heaven would be hell

Until I got to share it with you

And anything different...couldn't be farther from …

FARTHER FROM THE TRUTH of who I am and love to be

Dewey Longuski (BMI)

©2022

THE WEEKEND BEGINS

I've never been the kind to over think

But lately that's what I've been doing

Trying to solve one of life's mysteries

And I finally came to the conclusion

THE WEEKEND BEGINS

When you're hangin' with your friends

And that first cold beer hits your lips

All those work life troubles

Burst like carbonated bubbles

And a smile's too hard to resist

Oh, you never want it to end

When THE WEEKEND BEGINS

It's amazing in all of history

I'm the one who found the answer

Of where to draw the line between

Being responsible and hammered

REPEAT CHORUS

Second-shifters

Nine-to-fivers

Graveyard diggers

Over-timers

No one knows when the work week ends

But at least we now know when...

REPEAT CHORUS

When THE WEEKEND BEGINS

When THE WEEKEND BEGINS

Dewey Longuski (BMI)

©2022

TIP OF THE ICEBERG

I'm no longer surprised

To hear the hush then feel the eyes

From all the jealous guys when I walk in this bar with you

And I can't blame 'em a bit

Cuz it was your outside that drew me in

My first thoughts were full of sinful things we might do

Now I know you like the back of my hand

In ways these wishful thinkers never have

They only see the TIP OF THE ICEBERG

They don't know what lies

Beneath your big blue eyes

Beauty's only skin deep

Most times I'd agree

But Darling, where you're concerned

It's just the TIP OF THE ICEBERG

I've seen you... calm a crying child

With a hug and tender smile

Then go the extra mile to turn their grey sky blue

And you never shy

Away from the lost in life

Freely give your heart and time to walk in their shoes

Half of this bar wishes you weren't with me

The other half prob'ly wishes you would leave

REPEAT CHORUS

You move across the dance floor like you're floating on water

Even the band knows you're the real showstopper...but...

REPEAT CHORUS

Dewey Longuski (BMI)

Sean Squires (BMI)

©2022

You earned a few degrees where bad maize goes (i.e. Cornell)

Then made your mark with cows at MSU

No one would be surprised if your blood was green

And smelled like rumen juice

But dairy cattle research is all in your past

It's time to inhale some better grass

See you later, RUMN8R

Greener pastures are waiting for you

No more chewing your cud

Over nerdy science stuff

There's a world of things out there to do

Let your dreams be your navigator

See you later, RUMN8R

Trading your desk for fun in the sun

Might sound great for a while

But jumping chollas and rattlesnakes

Can quickly erase any smile

Your theory is HOT but Tucson is hotter

Let's hope that Elk Lake don't run out of water

REPEAT CHORUS

Remember happiness ain't an outdoor oven baking thin crust pizza

It's all about family and friends, and listening to Lisa

REPEAT CHORUS

See you later, RUMN8R

See you later, RUMN8R

Dewey Longuski (BMI)

©2022

When we bought your family farm last year,

And left our condo and careers

I couldn't tell a heifer from a steer or a pig from a hog

While you grew up in FFA

I was acting cool in high school plays

But hell, look at me today I'm right where I belong

STUCK ON THIS FARM

Like I'm stuck on you

Love everything about these eighty acres with a view

Never thought a city boy like me

Could fit in like this old red barn

But here I am

STUCK ON THIS FARM

Farming all day long

Sweatin' with a purpose and gettin' strong

In my mind, my heart, my soul and arms

STUCK ON THIS FARM

If you weren't raised a farmer's daughter

I'd still be sippin' bottled water

Behind a desk in khaki Docker's kissin' someone's ass

I know I've got a lot to learn

About chickens, horses, corn, and dirt

But there's nowhere else I'd rather work and darlin' that's a fact...cuz I’m…

REPEAT CHORUS

Break

REPEAT CHORUS

Bob Rose - Lunar Stewart - Neu' Raye - Dewey Longuski

Vocals: Emily Flint

Songwriter: Dewey Longuski

Verse 1

I woke up that winter day with a chill in my bones

Tried to blame it on the weather as it spread into my soul

Verse 2

Then I went outside to raise the flag and when it reached the top I saw the car

Out stepped a chaplain and sad-faced soldier; that’s when the chill froze my heart

Chorus

Then a gentle breeze waved Ol' Glory

And up above I swear an eagle flew

Then in your honor and my sufferin'

I gave a twenty-one tear salute

Verse 3

I felt the cost of freedom shake me as they told me of your death

Nothing they said eased my burden and I could not catch my breath

Chorus 2

Then another gentle breeze waved Ol' Glory

And up above I swear an angel flew

Then in your honor and my sufferin'

I gave a twenty-one tear salute

Chorus 3

This Gold Star is just as heavy

As the day I heard the news

I'm still honoring your memory

With a twenty-one tear salute

Tag

Every day I honor your memory

With a twenty-one tear salute

Sundays were for church and mamma's home cooked meals

And after supper our backyard became a football field

It was always Dad against us kids and our winning streak survived

By tacklin' that one-man team just short of the goal line

Looking back now it's plain as day

To dad it was so much more than a game

He lived for the bottom of the pile

Smothered by kids, laughter and smiles

He taught us to be tough

To never give up

He hung onto his inner child

At the bottom of the pile

Dad worked allota overtime at the local factory

His chair was empty during Grace most nights of the week

But he was home in time to kiss every one of us good night

Made sure we brushed our teeth before turning out the lights

After we said our prayers he talked a little smack

‘bout who was gonna win Sunday's Super Bowl out back >> Chorus 1

He lived for the bottom of the pile

Smothered by kids, laughter and smiles

He taught us to be tough

To never give up

He hung onto his inner child

At the bottom of the pile

Now I've been blessed with three kids of my own and that

Sunday tradition is still going strong

I live for the bottom of the pile

Smothered by kids, laughter and smiles

I teach 'em to be tough

To never give up

Just like Dad I found my inner child

At the bottom of the pile

It's all about love, laughter, and smiles

At the bottom of the pile

Cover Art Photo courtesy of Emily Kendall - Iryshe Photography

She'll leave a trail of hay to the bar

Swing her leg up and over that tall stool

Then she'll ride off into the neon lights

Swaying to the rhythm and the blues

She’s a cowgirl and cowgirls are tough

Hard to corner; easy to love

Lord help the man who comes between her and her horse

He’ll rue the day he was born

Cuz’ she’s a cowgirl

She'll thank you for the beer but that don't mean

You've got a chance of holding her tonight

Cuz tomorrow there's another rodeo

And that silver buckle's weighing on her mind

She’s a cowgirl and cowgirls are tough

Hard to corner; easy to love

Lord help the man who comes between her and her horse

He’ll rue the day he was born

Cuz’ she’s a cowgirl

Don’t think you can play off her emotions

She’s got a wild heart that can’t be broken

Cuz’ she’s a cowgirl and cowgirls are tough

Hard to corner; easy to love

Lord help the man who comes between her and her horse

He’ll rue the day he was born

Cuz’ she’s a cowgirl