Produced by Bob Abbott | © & Ⓟ 2018 Their Records | All Rights Reserved
Notes
Guitars, piano, bass, keys, vocals – Bobby Abbott
Drums/percussion – Bobby Abbott
Recorded and mixed at Abbsong Studio Albuquerque, NM 2016-2018
Mastered by Frank Arkwright, Abbey Road Studios, London UK 2018
Lyrics
Bottle of Gin - by Bob Abbott | Published by Abbsong Music, BMI
Verse
How many times have you said goodbye
I’m losing track, and I’m losing my mind
I lack the wisdom to understand
but I take your shit like a man
Chorus
I can’t distinguish in fire and ice
I should listen to my own advice
if this is love, I’m sick of it
yeah I could do better, I could do better
with a bottle of gin
Verse
I see through the truth and I see through the lies
but now I’m lookin’, for some blue skys
I’m tired of “love” I’m tired of deceit
And now I don’t know, what to believe
Chorus
How many times will you say those words
girl you’re puttin’ me in a world of hurt
If this is love, I’m sick of it
’cause I could do better, I could do better
Bridge
Dream in the sunlight for happier days
Lord part the clouds, stop the rain, rain
Verse
Is it too late to, start over again
sittin’ in bars every weekend
the kids are grown, am I out the door
tell me, will it be just like before
Chorus
What’s the difference in fire and ice
I should’ve listend to my own advice
if this is love, I’m sick of it
yeah I could do better, I could do better
with a bottle of gin…yeah Tanqueray
Slipping Away - by Bob Abbott and Jack Brown | Published by Abbsong Music, BMI
Verse
I’m losing grip and losing hold
Slipping away like falling snow
I’m in the mood in a faltering way
To bring some light into my day
Chorus
But you got me running, all over the place
You got me drifting on a delta wave
You got me running
Verse
Morning dream on my fingertips
Slipping away like phantom mist
People talking that never met
Forgot to study the semester test
Chorus
You got me dreaming it don’t make any sense
You got me slippin’ into REM
You got me floatin’, driftin’, runnin’, slippin’
Verse
I’m losing grip and losing hold
Slipping away like falling snow
I can’t remember, and I can’t forget
I’m slipping away to unconsciousness
Chorus
You got me runnin’, I’m losin’ the race,
Yeah you got me dreamin’ on a delta wave,
You got me running, can’t catch my breath
You got me slippin’, cardiac arrest
If There Were a Bridge - by Bob Abbott | Published by Abbsong Music, BMI
Verse
It’s a small town and I am a prisoner here
We are grains of sand in the middle of nowhere
Verse
Lots of big fish swim in this little pond
Just a pocket full of small change everyone
Chorus
And in my mind there is no doubt
That if there were a bridge in this pious little town
It would stand forever we can’t burn it down
Verse
See the rednecks born with their narrow minds
Watch ‘em wave at all the traffic going by
Verse
There is incest but we call it business
We are caged like mice in Peyton Place and we’re depressed oh, oh
Chorus
And in my mind there is no doubt
That if there were a bridge in this petty little town
It would stand forever we can’t burn it down, oh, oh
Chorus
And in my mind there is no doubt
That if there were a bridge in this paltry little town
It would stand forever we can’t burn it down, oh, oh
Dance One More Time - by Bob Abbott | Published by Abbsong Music, BMI
Verse
This is a sinking ship, we sold out, we played politics
No thought to whether it’s right or it’s wrong
They got to keep their jobs, linin’ their pockets on us
Verse
The sky, while it’s blue today, but tomorrow will turn cold and gray,
We’re all guilty of negligence
Haven’t we heard it before, it’s at our children’s expense
Chorus
What this world needs now is one honest man,
To make sweet, sweet love to one honest women,
And I certify if we stand up and do what’s right,
Maybe she’ll dance one more, dance one more time
Verse
There is a file somewhere, with my number, color eyes and hair
Some clown, the power has gone to his head,
Who let the hypocrites out, who’s gonna pay for this mess, mess
Chorus
What this world needs now is one honest man,
To make sweet, sweet love to one honest women,
And I certify if we stand up and do what’s right,
Maybe she’ll dance one more, dance one more, dance one more, dance one more,
Rock ‘n’ roll one more time
Verse
We’re afraid of the IRS, we are homeless, we are middle class
Is this, this the American dream, will we go down with no fight,
Will we go down quietly
Chorus
What this world needs now is one honest man,
To make sweet, sweet love to one honest women,
And I certify if we stand up and do what’s right,
Maybe she’ll dance one more, dance one more time
And I certify if we stand up and do what’s right,
Maybe she’ll dance one more, dance one more, dance one more, dance one more,
Rock ‘n’ roll one more time