“96.3 Jack FM”
Thank you Jack that you’ve got my back.
You keep me strong when things go wrong,
And thanks to you and what you do,
You give me a reason to keep hanging on,
Simply by “Playing What We Want”
There’s something about a Radio Station,
That plays Never Forgotten,
Forever Remembered,
Classic Old Time Rock and Roll.
That touches a Heavy Heart,
And comforts a Weary Soul,
Because some things just never get old.
If you never find 96.3 Jack FM,
While visiting Nashville, Tennessee.
You totally miss Music’s Message.
Music City is so much more…
Than Just Country! Jack FM 96.3…
Here I am – Hear I am
The first radio station in the nation to play,
Something produced by,
Chris Scott Fieslman.
Look me up on the internet,
Too few know who I am.
If I ever live to be 96.3,
I will call that truly an accomplishment.
I can’t wait to see what happens to me?
And what happens until then?
Here I am, hear I am,
There are those out there who can.
How many friends do I have out there?
Who care & want to share in?
& be a part of this experience?
A songwriter without a musician,
When it’s entirely left in God’s hands
Here I am, hear I am.
There are those out there who can.
There are those out there that I care about.
That I consider to be my friends.
Who will figure out it’s sooner or later?
If not now than when?
Take on every challenge,
And never give up until then.
Here I am, hear I am,
There are those out there who can.
I’m proud to be a very bad influence.
Every 2 weeks I get to speak,
Again and again and again.
I’ll keep planting seeds and see where it leads?
And succeed at being Musically Different.
Here I am, hear I am,
There are those out there who can.
Easy Street
I’m an honest working man.
I do the best I can.
I go to work each day,
Cause, I’ve got bills I have to pay.
I’ve got responsibility,
To myself and family.
They’re the reason I don’t stray,
From this straight and narrow way.
Oh, I don’t want to be,
Traveling down some Easy Street.
It’s not my destiny.
Can’t you see?
The road I’m traveling on,
May be hard, it may be long.
But there’s no other place on earth,
I’d rather be.
Some people have got it made,
Just relaxing in the shade.
I sometimes wish, that I had it that way.
But I’m just getting by,
And the more or less I try,
I always somehow seem to do o.k.
Oh, I don’t want to be,
Traveling down some Easy Street.
It’s not my destiny.
Can’t you see?
The road I’m traveling on,
May be hard, it may be long.
But there’s no other place on earth,
I’d rather be.
Easy Street.
Is there really such a place?
Easy Street.
Is it everything they say?
Easy Street.
Well, I’m like other folk,
Just two weeks away from broke.
I try to get ahead and fall behind.
I may not have a lot,
But I’m sure that what I’ve got,
Is more than I had ever hoped to find.
Oh, I don’t want to be,
Traveling down some Easy Street.
It’s not my destiny.
Can’t you see?
The road I’m traveling on,
May be hard, it may be long.
But there’s no other place on earth,
I’d rather be.
No, there’s no other place on earth,
I’d rather be…