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Catalina's Milky Way Dreams
(c) Re- Written 2024 - By The Depressed Poet, Doc Dalton
Shooting Stars and fast moving CarsRumble through the roads of my mindTick-e-ty Tock, the old sounds of the clockSay's it's almost a quarter past nine
The moons surely rising, the stars are a glidingAnd Mr. Sandman is ready to roamHurry off to bed and put your pillow under your headHe might just be visiting you tonight at homeDrifting off to sleep is such a wonderful featAdventures you'll enjoy on your ownMaking new friends on a journey to no endA secrete life that is yours all aloneDon't be afraid of those gobble lee goo'sOr those pirates drifting to sea on their boatsThere's no need to worry there just in your dreamsLike rainbow clouds and cotton candy floatsOh that sky's full of colors of make believe wondersExciting every step of the wayCan't you let me stay for just a little bit longerPlease, don't take my Dreams a wayTo see this through a child's eyesOn the path to where stars brightly beamThrough a different world of twist and twirlsWon't you come to my Milky Way DreamsWe could have so much funUnder an ice cream sun and laugh our time awaySing some M & M songs the whole day longUntil we awake to brand new day
Pluto say's hey kiddo don't get out of bedAs Snakel Puss laughs and says, ah it's OKKKKKKKKPopeye yell's, were gone in a minute after I eat me spinachPoo say's all aboard my Banana Split SleighOh that Sky's full of colors of make believe wondersExciting every step of the wayCan't you let me stay for just a little bit longerWorry not Catalina, we won't take your Dreams a way
To see this through a child's eyesOn the path to where stars brightly beamThrough a different world of twist and twirlsWon't you come to my Milky Way Dreams
Catalina say's, please come join me, on my Milky Way Dreams





This old bar stools got stories to tell
From heartbreaks and laughter to nights spent in hell
It's seen a million faces but it's stuck with me
This trusty companion in this joint by the sea

From the first beer I sipped when I was just young
Till the last call echoes to the songs that we've sung
It's creeped and its grown, but it never let's go
Hey bartender pour me one more and let's take it slow

And now this old barstool has become my new best friend
Traveled with me from the beginning to the end
Don't know how much farther this old soul can go
With a shot of tequila and some Jesus to show
This bars been my home through thick and through thin
Every drink that I tasted and every loss and every win

Through the storms of my life, it's been right here
Listenin to my troubles while I sip on some beer
The juke box is spinning those old country tunes
As I sit back and ponder under a silver moon

Each mark on the wood tells a story of time
Of loves that I lost and memories that rhyme
I laughed with my buddies and cried through the night
This bar stools been there and it's been my guiding light

And now this old barstool has become my new best friend
Traveled with me from the beginning to the end
Don't know how much farther this old soul can go
With a shot of tequila and some Jesus to show
This bars been my home through thick and through thin
Every drink that I tasted and every loss and every win

And the stories keep flowing with every round that I buy
With my heart on my sleeve, I will leave my past behind
The lives ain't just perfect on this wild dance floor
But this old bar stool has me graven more

So, raise your glass high and let's toast to the day
To this old bar stool and the memories, we blazed
With laughter and love through the joy and the pain
It's more than a seat, it's part of my veins

So I ll sit here forever through the highs and the lows
Through the whiskey of memories and the cheers that it knows
Hey bartender one more round before I roam
This old bar stool is my heart, and it has found its home

So here's to the nights that we cannot forget
To the loves that we've lost and to the lives that we met
With heart felt reflections and laughter on queue
This old barstool is my friend, and I will see it on through

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