Ain’t My First Rodeo
Written by Chris Scott Fieselman
This ain’t, my first tour of duty.
This ain’t, my first time in hell.
There’s nothing that, you can do to me,
That ain’t been done, by someone else.
Now I’m a real long way from a virgin,
And you sure as hell can’t say that I’m green.
My past, ain’t some kind of burden.
I can’t begin to tell you all that I’ve seen.
I’ve been up. I’ve been down.
Take my word, I’ve been around.
I’ve been here. I’ve been there.
I’ve been all, most everywhere.
I have seen, so many things.
Been a Pauper. Been a King.
Been around this mountain before…
No, This Ain’t My First Rodeo…
Now, I’ve been with people in power.
Had more than my five – minutes of fame.
Been through my share of darkest hours.
Enjoyed the hell out of, Playing the Game.
I can talk my way out of trouble.
You may think you’ve seen my kind before.
Well, I hate to have to burst your bubble.
But, I always leave them begging for more.
I’ve been up. I’ve been down.
Take my word, I’ve been around.
I’ve been here. I’ve been there.
I’ve been all, most everywhere.
I have seen, so many things.
Been a Pauper. Been a King.
Been around this mountain before…
No, This Ain’t My First Rodeo…
Now, you’re never going to hear me,
“Sing the Blues.”
Though I know I probably could,
Because I’ve paid my dues.
You better listen close,
To what I say.
“You Can Lead, You Can Follow,
Or Get Out of My Way.”
Hey, hey, hey…
I’ve been up. I’ve been down.
Take my word, I’ve been around.
I’ve been here. I’ve been there.
I’ve been all, most everywhere.
I have seen, so many things.
Been a Pauper. Been a King.
Been around this mountain before…
No, This Ain’t My First Rodeo…
Eagles Nest
Written by Chris Scott Fieselman
I’ve lived among the ones,
With nothing left to lose.
Not because of what they’ve done.
Not the life they choose.
Nowhere left to run,
And don’t know what to do.
Can’t get out from under it,
Wondering what’s the use?
They need an Eagles Nest.
Find peace and find some rest.
The helpless and the homeless,
Need a place to lay their heads.
Shelter from the storm,
Somewhere safe, someplace warm.
Is that too much to ask?
They need an Eagles Nest.
It’s cold out on the road.
Fight to find a bite to eat.
Having to crash under an over-pass,
With no other place to be.
Kicking back on a park bench saying,
“How could this have happened to me?”
Pretend that you don’t see,
But for others it’s reality.
They need an Eagles Nest.
Find peace and find some rest.
The helpless and the homeless,
Need a place to lay their heads.
Shelter from the storm,
Somewhere safe, someplace warm.
Is that too much to ask?
They need an Eagles Nest.
Now you can say,
“It’s not my problem.”
“Leave it for someone else.”
The lost and the forgotten,
That cannot help themselves.
It’s not about a hand out,
It’s a hand up, for those who’ve fell.
Society, inevitably,
Will benefit as well.
They need an Eagles Nest.
Find peace and find some rest.
The helpless and the homeless,
Need a place to lay their heads.
Shelter from the storm,
Somewhere safe, someplace warm.
Is that too much to ask?
They need an Eagles Nest.