Lisa Lambert
Lisa Lambert & Scott Nunley - BMI

Story

My Dad was a hospital administrator.  When I was a kid, our "vacation" was the week-long hospital convention held at Biloxi, MS each year.
When I was 3, we met a fisherman who became our friend...his nickname was "Salty."  Salty had a little shrimp boat and he lived on it with his best friend...a duck named Henry.
I couldn't wait to meet the two of them each evening when they came into the harbor there at the fisherman's wharf with their catch of the day!  After he'd unloaded, I'd sit next to him on a bench at the dock while he played the squeeze box and Henry danced and flapped his wings to the music.  I loved "My Fisher-Man".
When I was 9, Hurricane Camille blew thru and took most of Biloxi with her...including Salty and Henry.
They've been gone for many years, but I have never forgotten them.
I was sitting by the fire playing the guitar a few years ago...thinking about Salty and Henry and all the good times we had.  That's how this song was born.

Lyrics


Sitting by the fire, staring at the flame
I can see your face, and tho I can’t recall your name
It doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten you or the kindness that you showed me as a child.
It was just so long ago and many things I loved have vanished with the tide.

Playing on the docks, I was just a little kid
You were a fisherman and you loved the work you did
Your tan skin looked like leather, from 40 years of sailing on the sea
I enjoyed our days together, my fisher-man and me.

Your hair was white & curly, your eyes were bright & blue
You had a duck named Henry, who went everywhere with you
When you played your squeeze box, he’d flap his wings & dance a jig or two
I can still recall the fun we had, how I loved my time with you

The hurricane blew in, one balmy summer day
And in a moment, you were swept away
You vanished with the wind, while I waited & I prayed for your return
That day I built a fire in my heart, and that fire still burns

Sitting by the fire, staring at the flame
I can see your face, and tho I can’t recall your name
It doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten you or the kindness that you showed me as a child.
It was just so long ago and many things I loved have vanished with the tide.
It was just so long ago, My Fisherman...
many things I loved have vanished with the tide.
Lisa Lambert
Lisa Lambert and Scott Nunley - BMI

Story

In Your Arms Again is based on personal observations after the loss of a spouse.
My dad died just a few days after my 21st birthday.  I dropped out of college and tried to help my mother…but as much as I tried, there would always be an empty spot in her heart that couldn’t be filled.
I’ve watched friends experience the same loss.
This song is for all of those who have lost their true loves.  Those who strive to smile in spite of heartache.



Lyrics


In the morning, I can feel your body laying close to mine
Your warm breath falling softly on my skin
As the sunlight creeps slowly thru the window pane
I'm happy in your arms again...


Sarah called this morning just to say hello
But I could hear the worry in her tone
She says the boys are happy, soon they'll be starting school
And before we know it, they'll be grown
 
Jacob got a new job, longer hours... better pay
He's always been a worker like his dad  
We learn best from example, so people always say 
And you can't find any better than he had 

Each night I pull your shirt from our dresser drawer 
I close my eyes as I slip it on 
I hold your pillow tight, like a hundred times before 
It still smells like your cologne 

I’m trying to take, each day as it comes 
But the house still seems to echo with your voice
I know you didn't want to leave me here all alone 
You just didn't have a choice 

In the morning, I can feel your body laying close to mine 
Your warm breath falling softly on my skin 
As the sunlight creeps slowly thru the window pane 
I'm happy in your arms again...  
I'm happy in your arms....again.  
Lisa Lambert
Lisa Lambert & Scott Nunley - BMI

Story


Scott was reflecting on his father's upcoming 80th birthday when he wrote this song in 2007. 
It's one of my favorites. 

 

 

Lyrics


The family was gathered ‘round his bedside
The preacher and his friends were standing by
He was in the only house he’d ever lived in
They all knew their old friend was gonna die
 
He raised his head and spoke to those who loved him
Don’t cry for me, I know my race is run
I’ve done something none of you have done yet
I’ve made…eighty trips around the sun!
 
I’ve seen every place that’s worth seeing
I’ve laughed and cried with each and everyone
And I’ve done something none of you have done yet
I’ve made…eighty trips around the sun!
 
He said, “Don’t waste a day, there ain’t too many,
Leave the world a better place when you’re done
And I’ve done something none of you have done yet
I’ve made…eighty trips around the sun!
Yeah I’ve done something done of you have done yet
I’ve made…eighty trips around the sun!
Lisa Lambert
Lisa Lambert & Scott Nunley - BMI

Story

My maternal great-grandfather was an engineer on the old Memphis/Charleston Railroad Line.  This song is based on stories my grandmother & uncles would tell about his train rolling into their hometown of Corinth, MS.


Lyrics


Grandpa was a railroad man, on the Memphis Charleston line
Starched white shirt & bowler hat, he always was on time
Gold watch in his pocket, dangled from a silver chain
Grammy’s picture in the locket, kept him comp’ny on the train
 
CHORUS:
We’d all run down to meet him, when he was homeward bound
He’d blow that whistle twice as the train came ‘round…the bend
When he rolled in to the station, he always was on time
For Grandpa was a railroad man, on the Memphis Charleston Line
 
Grandpa was a railroad man, and he engineered the train
He’d tip his hat, wink at me, and swing his walking cane
A fat cigar in his teeth, I loved to see him smile
And when he laughed you could hear it ring, for at least a country mile!
 
CHORUS:
BREAK
CHORUS:
Lisa Lambert
Lisa Lambert & Scott Nunley - BMI

Story

Not all people have happy memories of childhood.  Not even in Tishomingo County.

Lyrics


Well, Mama is a waitress in a local café
She works nights & weekends, & cleans houses by day
Daddy is a trucker, spends his weeks on the road
Mama says “he ain’t a bad man, he just totes a heavy load”
And we can’t help but tremble when he walks thru the door,
Won’t somebody help us we can’t take it any more
 
And every weekend, the neighbors pull their shades
Turn their radios up high & look the other way…. When Daddy’s home.
 
While Mama’s at work, we take care of ourselves
Bonnie’s only 8, but Tom’s 10, & I’m 12
When Daddy gets home, we do our best to be quiet
‘cause when Daddy gets mad, there’s gonna be an awful fight
And we can’t tell nobody ‘bout the things that go on When  Daddy’s home
 
And every weekend, the neighbors pull their shades
Turn their radios up high & look the other way…. When Daddy’s home.
 
I found Daddy’s gun, laying on the closet shelf
I picked it up & prayed, God help me do this by myself
The shot rang out light thunder, Lightning flashed across the room
He fell against the table -NOBODY moved
As the tears ran down my face I breathed a sigh of relief
Maybe now our little home can have a little peace
 
Well, the neighbors knew what happened that night
But they swore it was an accident and the sheriff said, that’s right
Now, DADDY’S GONE….Now, DADDY’S GONE….Yeah, DADDY’S
Lisa Lambert
Lisa Lambert & Scott Nunley - BMI

Story

Even as a child, I noticed that every time Mama wore bright red lipstick to bed...
the next morning was A LOT HAPPIER around our house!

Lyrics


She brushes back her long dark hair….slips on her best night gown
Sweet perfume drifts thru the air, the lights are all turned down
Her work is done, the kids have all laid down their sleepy heads
TONIGHT she’s gonna wear, his favorite lipstick in bed
 
Chorus:
Lipstick in bed, that’s what I said
Not a shy pale pink, but a deep crimson red
And when the morning comes, they smile at things unsaid
Their little secret, lipstick in bed!
 
He wakes up with the girl he loves, in his warm embrace
The sun is only half as bright, as the smile on his face
He steals a kiss and hugs her tight, while the kids are being fed
LAST NIGHT their mama wore, his favorite lipstick in bed
 
Chorus:
Lipstick in bed, that’s what I said
Not a shy pale pink, but a deep crimson red
And when the morning comes, they smile at things unsaid
Their little secret, lipstick in bed!
 
Lipstick in bed, that’s what I said
Not a shy, pale pink, but a deep crimson red…and
On some distant morning, when silver crowns their heads
They’ll smile and remember, lipstick in bed!
 
Ahhh, she’ll still be wearing….lipstick in bed
Lisa Lambert
Lisa Lambert & Scott Nunley - BMI

Story

I'm a firm believer in my "inner voice".  That little voice that prompts you to do or to avoid things...even tho it may not be logical.  It's the Guiding Hand of the universe trying to help you along life's way.  Sooner or later, it will guide you to love and happiness!


Lyrics

 

(Male)
I was sitting at the diner late one afternoon having,
Drinking coffee and talking to my pals.
EVERYBODY noticed when she walked into the room,
We never had seen nothing like that gal!
My friends tried to stop me, "Son, you haven't got a chance,
You're gonna outrun your coverage, don't be thinking 'bout romance!"
But when she looked my way, I couldn't hear the TALK
She didn't have to drive me CRAZY
I was CLOSE ENOUGH TO WALK!

(female)
He was sitting in the corner, with a bunch of guys
Laughing and watching all the girls
I couldn't help but notice his BIG brown eyes
Wicked grin and head full of curls
He was long and tall, THAT MAN was fine!
And I just kept thinking, Lord, I've gotta make him MINE
But when he strolled across the room I couldn't even TALK
He didn't have to drive me CRAZY
I was CLOSE ENOUGH TO WALK!

(Back and forth dialogue)
Well, that was thirty years ago....More like thirty-one
Our kids have all grown up....But we're still havin' fun!
Our favorite conversation is still PILLOW TALK
SHE didn't have to drive me CRAZY...HE didn't have to drive me CRAZY
YOU didn't have to drive me CRAZY
I was CLOSE ENOUGH TO WALK!

Yea, OUR favorite conversation is still PILLOW TALK!
YOU don't have to drive me CRAZY...I'm CLOSE ENOUGH TO WALK!
Lisa Lambert
Lisa Lambert & Scott Nunley - BMI

Story


Daddy loved to dance.  Ballroom dancing was his favorite! When he was single, he apparently taught most of the young women in Northeast Mississippi and Northwest Alabama how to dance…I hear stories from the ladies he taught.
On the other hand, Mama had never even been to a dance when they married, let alone learned to dance herself.
I was 2 or 3 when Mama decided that she would learn how to dance before the next summer when we would once again go with Daddy to the Mississippi Hospital Convention.  You see, on the last night of the convention there was always a fancy dress ball with lots of dancing….she intended to whirl around the floor with the best of them.
Daddy was delighted!  After they put me to bed on weekends, they would push all of the furniture in the living room up against the walls to clear space for dance lessons.  Of course, I usually interrupted them at some point in time during the evening…but they never complained.
By the next Hospital Convention, Mama had made such a wonderful dance partner that the other dancers cleared the floor just to watch them glide across the floor like Fred & Ginger!
I recently dreamed about those dance lessons of long ago….


Lyrics


Last night I dreamed of childhood…Back in our little home
I saw a warm light glowing…In our tiny living room
I heard sweet music playing…And stumbled out of bed
Tender voices called to me…This is what they said
 
Chorus
Come dance with us our darling..Before the night is gone
They picked me up and held me tight…In their loving arms
We whirled around the old wood floor…Till I was fast asleep
Waltzing in the living room…Mama...Daddy...and me
 
When our dance had ended…They lay me gently down
I woke up this morning…To find they both were gone
Thru tear dimmed eyes I smiled…As I lay there in my bed
And recalled those nights of long ago…And the words they said

Chorus
Come dance with us our darling..Before the night is gone
They picked me up and held me tight…In their loving arms
We whirled around the old wood floor…Till I was fast asleep
Waltzing in the living room…Mama...Daddy...and me

Waltzing in the living room...Mama...Daddy...and me.
Lisa Lambert
Lisa Lambert & Scott Nunley - BMI

Story

This song was inspired by 3 generations of our family and the obstacles they faced in the effort to follow their dreams of a better life in THEIR Promised Land.

Lyrics


In 1847 from the Emerald Isle,
An Irish farmer sailed with his wife and child 
Driven more by famine than the hunger to be free,
They made their way to Boston, and opportunity.
 
The future was uncertain but they made their stand
They paid the price and made it, in the Promised Land
 
In 1946 when he came back from the war
Couldn't make a living on a dirt farm anymore 
He was scared to go, but he was more afraid to stay
Hitched a ride up the Hillbilly Highway 
 
The future was uncertain but he made his stand
He paid the price and made it, in the Promised Land
 
Nobody seems to hear what she's been trying to say
With a guitar & a song, she's gonna say it anyway 
Driven by ambition and the hunger to succeed
She's on her way to Nashville, chasing down a dream
 
And the future is uncertain but she's gonna make her stand
She'll pay the price to make it, in the Promised Land
 
Outro
And the future is uncertain but if you want to make your stand
You’re FREE to make it, in the Promised

Freedom

03:41
Lisa Lambert
Lisa Lambert & Scott Nunley - BMI

Story

I grew up in a neighborhood full of senior citizens.  Since my grandparents lived out of town, a neighborhood couple who didn't have any grandchildren of their own "adopted" me. 
They'd aske me to their house almost every day.
Miss E would make tea cakes and hot cocoa or lemonade...depending on the season.  We'd eat while Mr. B told stories.  It was always great fun.
One Fourth Of July, I went to the parade with Mr. B & Miss E.
Mr. B looked so proud when he stepped out the door wearing his complete WWI uniform.  He said it still fit...but I seem to recall it being a little snug.  Miss E was surprised and maybe just a little embarrassed, but she said she was proud to be with such a handsome soldier.
They held my hands and we walked the two blocks to busy downtown Iuka.
For me, the 4th of July had always meant parades, fireworks, and maybe a picnic. 
THAT day...I grew up just a little bit.


Lyrics


I was eight and he was seventy two, his hair was white and his eyes were blue
and I was proud to call him… my “Old Friend”
It was the Fourth of July, in our little town and a big parade, was coming down the street
flags waving…. in the wind.

 CHORUS:
And he said, Freedom…is never free
A lot of people have paid the price…even me
And we stood there, with our heads held high
He saluted as the flag passed by
And softly cried….Freedom, isn’t free.

He had fought, in World War I -- Lost a lot of friends, before the battles were done
and he’d come back home to his wife  and family
World War II, took his only son, but he was proud of what the boy had done. 
Kept a picture in his wallet and he showed it to me

Repeat CHORUS:

Now every year, on the Fourth of July , I recall my old friend with a tear in my eye. 
I can see him in that old uniform…standing straight and tall
I remember how I felt when he held my hand, how he taught me what it means to love this land
and the price others pay when this country calls

LAST CHORUS:
And, Freedom…is never free
A lot of people have paid the price…for you and me
Now, I stand there with my head held high –
Brush a tear away as the flag passes by
And remember, Freedom….. isn’t free.
I remember, Freedom…isn’t free.
Lisa Lambert
Lisa Lambert & Scott Nunley - BMI

Story

The title track and only Gospel song included in this album.
A story of redemption, forgiveness and homecoming.

Lyrics

 
In a hotel room in Memphis, on the wrong side of the tracks
A girl sits alone with her empty whiskey glass
In her mind a soft voice says, it’s time to go back home
With aching heart and trembling hand, she dials the telephone
 
COME ON HOME, we’ve been praying you’d come back to us someday
COME ON HOME, we’ve been searching ever since you went away
COME ON HOME, we still love you…no need to feel alone
COME ON HOME, CHILD, COME ON HOME!
 
He was almost sixteen, thought he was grown
Packed his bags late one night, and ran away from home
That was seven years ago, now thru his bitter tears
He sees the old front door fly open, these are the words he hears
 
COME ON HOME, we’ve been praying you’d come back to us someday
COME ON HOME, we’ve been searching ever since you went away
COME ON HOME, we still love you…no need to feel alone
COME ON HOME, CHILD, COME ON HOME!
 
In an empty, rundown church, in a bad part of town
And old man bows his head, and lays his burdens down
I’ve wasted many years, in sin I lost my way
I’m not worthy of your love, Lord, forgive me now, I pray
 
COME ON HOME, I’ve been hoping you’d come back to us someday
COME ON HOME, I’ve been waiting ever since you went away
COME ON HOME, I still love you…no need to feel alone
COME ON HOME, CHILD, COME ON HOME!

 

COME ON HOME, I’ve been hoping you’d come back to us someday
COME ON HOME, I’ve been waiting ever since you went away
COME ON HOME, I still love you…no need to feel alone
COME ON HOME, CHILD, COME ON HOME!