Lyrics

Breese to the Blues

Sittin here in Vegas
Waitin for my flight
Started reminiscing, thinking about my life
Now I ain?t one to pine the past
At least not like some
But something about the road alone
Reminds you where you come from

My Uncle Ralph had a station
An old Phillips 66
We?d sit in the tires smokin Lucky?s and
Shootin the shit
He told the same old stories but with new sets of words
He could make us all laugh out loud
Like it was the first we heard

Breese to the Blues
Breese to the Blues I said
Breese to the Blues
Breese to the Blues and then
Back again

Slugger had a bowlin ally directly to the East
It?s where I first heard Jazz, he had it 6 nights a week
A sax man, piano, his boy Dennis on the skins
I wasn?t old enough to be there but Wobbe always snuck me in
Now Wobbe?s style was smooth and steady
Like a surgeon so precise
But he could make them walls come down
When he thought the time was right
He turned me on to music, taught me how to jam
But like so many others, his last gig was in Nam

Breese to the Blues
Breese to the Blues I said
Breese to the Blues
Breese to the Blues and then
Back again

When my time time comes
To pass this life
I hope I?m ready to be in his sight
I wanna thank him face to face
For all the friends I had in this place
Hmm and when I think about you
I wonder what I?d be
You took this small, this small town boy
And made a better man out of me

Wally?s was a drive in, right across the street
It was the place to find some action
And the best damn place to eat
A little white block building
With a big lot where we?d meet
People cam from miles around just to hang out on that street
I was havin lunch one day
When I swear I looked up and I seen
Buddha, Confucious and Socrates
When I asked them, Boy what you doin here in Breese
They said they?re waitn on Jesus and a double cheese

Breese to the Blues
Breese to the Blues I said
Breese to the Blues
Breese to the Blues and then
Back again

No I?m sittin here in Vegas
Still waitin on that flight
I?m on the late red eye home
I should be home by morning light
But in the middle of all my reminiscing
A crackly voice pierces through
Tellin us the red eye home and goin home for you

Breese to the Blues
Breese to the Blues I said
Breese to the Blues
Breese to the Blues and then
Back again