"My home town Gourock" (Song)

"My home town Gourock"

 I would get up in the morning could feel the morning chill

The smell of breakfast cooking just gave me a thrill

My mum was such a darling she took good care of me

She loved being in her kitchen as she looked out at the sea

Chorus

I sing about my country it’s where I did abide

I come from Bonnie Scotland down there by the Clyde

The river ran right by my house the beach and the rocks

I’m proud to say that I was raised in my home town called Gourock

After my breakfast I would go down on the dike

I would go for a cycle so I would grab my bike

I would head towards the promenade the sandpit and the pools

I loved the summer holidays didn’t have to go to school

Chorus

I sing about my country it’s where I did abide

I come from Bonnie Scotland down there by the Clyde

The river ran right by my house the beach and the rocks

I’m proud to say that I was raised in my home town called Gourock

 

What a joy to grow up by the ocean and the sea

I remember Guy Fawkes well I remember Halloween

I had the best of friends and I loved them all and miss

Since moving from my home town I can only reminisce

Chorus

I sing about my country it’s where I did abide

I come from Bonnie Scotland down there by the Clyde

The river ran right by my house the beach and the rocks

I’m proud to say that I was raised in my home town called Gourock

 

The memories of my home town are always on my mind

The people that I worked with were forever kind

However, I live in Canada two thousand miles apart

I want to let my friends know they are always on my heart

Chorus

I sing about my country it’s where I did abide

I come from Bonnie Scotland down there by the Clyde

The river ran right by my house the beach and the rocks

I’m proud to say that I was raised in my home town called Gourock

I’m proud to say that I was raised in my home town called Gourock

Written by Chris Turner

November 7, 2013


Chris Turner is a residential/commercial
painting contractor in Edmonton Alberta Canada
chris_turner@shaw.ca

"This is my life in song it’s my, Auto-bi-ography" (Song)

"This is my life in song it’s my, Auto-bi-ography"

Is there anyone out there who wants to hear my song?

Does anybody care, to hear what’s right or wrong?

I would like to share these words which happen to be true

This is my life in song; it’s my, Auto-bi-ography

As I grew up at home many times I was sad

I didn’t have a relationship with the man that I called dad

He would say I was no use with his, verbal abuse

He said, you’ll amount to nothin’ you are no use

The physical pain I’d endure just like a fish caught in a lure

I would scream quite a lot then I would squirm

I would get out of bed this day I will dread

This is my life in song; it’s my, Auto-bi-ography

He would use his hand, sometimes a belt

He’d tan my hide good and sore

I tried to plead my case with an excuse

However, done no good, He carried on

I cried for my mum as he smacked me all the more

However, I was in this room all alone

I had nowhere else to run, I just wanted to have some fun

I now hated my dad all the more

 As I grew up I drank, I smoked, I lied, I cussed

I grew my hair ‘cause I just didn’t care

I did everything that’s wrong ‘cause I didn’t belong

This is my life in song; it’s my Auto-bi-ography

That’s why I write this song it’s with me all day long

I just wanted to have a dad to love

However, he pushed me away, said, come back another day

Guess, I’ll have to find someone else to love

As I would plod through life marriage came along

I had two kids divorce was on the line

Physical and verbal abuse once again

This is my life in song; it’s my, Auto-bi-ography

Suicide was on my mind I miss my kids so much

Went to get some help and tried the church

No-one really cared divorce was not allowed

They’re only interested in their little groups

I got down on my knees, said Lord I need your help

I knelt on the floor as I prayed

As tears rolled down my face, I felt His presence

He put His hand on me that very day

I thought of my dad when I was a child

How he pastored a small church

I couldn’t understand why he treated me this way

He lost all his sons the same way

Yes, he lost all his sons the same way

Sometimes I look to God like I do my dad

If I step out of line he’ll smack me hard

I always try my best; I’m not as good as the rest

This is my life in song; it’s my, Auto-bi-ography

This is my life in song; it’s my, Auto-bi-ography

Check out my autobiography @

http://www.amazon.ca/Life-Is-But-A-Memory-ebook/dp/B0052OX3GW

Written by Chris Turner

November 7, 2013

Chris Turner is a residential/commercial
painting contractor in Edmonton Alberta Canada
chris_turner@shaw.ca

"Have you ever been in Le Touquet"? (Song)

"Have you ever been in Le Touquet"?

                                                                          (pronounced lay-to-kay)

It was back in those good old days I really felt alive

I took a trip to France back in 1975

I landed in Boulogne then I drifted for a while

A city which I found didn’t have any style

It was time to make some tracks I started movin’ on

I found a town on the beach and had a little sun

Loved being by the ocean so I stayed for a while

Quaint town is what I found, exciting lifestyle

Chorus

Have you ever been in Le Touquet?

Ever been in Le Touquet?

Ever been in Le Touquet?

To soak up the sun

Have you ever been in Le Touquet?

Ever been in Le Touquet?

Ever been in Le Touquet?

You’ll have a lot of fun

  

Have you ever been to somewhere and seen the midnight sun

Where the girls look so pretty when they’ve had a little tan

Then I’d go out at night to have a little dance

Just dancing with these girls put me into a trance

 

Chorus

Have you ever been in Le Touquet?

Ever been in Le Touquet?

Ever been in Le Touquet?

To soak up the sun

Have you ever been in Le Touquet?

Ever been in Le Touquet?

Ever been in Le Touquet?

You’ll have a lot of fun

They twirled around and danced all night they had a lot of moves

I couldn’t keep it up I was wearing out my shoes

All night I would dance with a cute petite French girl

To watch her dance all night just gave me a thrill

As the evening ended she tried to give a kiss

But then I pulled away I could only reminisce

I told her I was sorry, as I couldn’t stay around

 I have a little girlfriend, back in my hometown

Chorus

Have you ever been in Le Touquet?

Ever been in Le Touquet?

Ever been in Le Touquet?

To soak up the sun

Have you ever been in Le Touquet?

Ever been in Le Touquet?

Ever been in Le Touquet?

You’ll have a lot of fun (X2)

 Je t'aime Le Touquet

Written by ChrisTurner

November 6, 2013


Chris Turner is a residential/commercial
painting contractor in Edmonton Alberta Canada
chris_turner@shaw.ca

                                                                                                                                   

"Hobo Jo and the train" (Song)

"Hobo Jo and the train"

My name is Hobo Jo and I’m tryin’ to hitch a ride

It’s cold and it’s dreary with my bindle by my side

I’m just a little Hobo and I’m tryin to make my way

Goin’ here or goin’ there, I jump the train each day

Chorus

Here I am a Hobo here I am a Hobo

Guitar on my shoulder just to sing you a tune

I sing in the rain and I sing in the sun

I have to make some money as I’m always on the run

I’m a Hobo, I’m a runnin’, and I always take the train

It keeps me warm and dry gets me out of the rain

It takes me where I want to go, goin’ east or west

I know I’m headed somewhere just not sure where it is

Chorus

Here I am a Hobo here I am a Hobo

Guitar on my shoulder just to sing you a tune

I sing in the rain and I sing in the sun

I have to make some money as I’m always on the run

I’m penniless but work real hard forever have to roam

I’m always on the go, as I don’t have a home

I go from place to place and I try to settle down

I travel through the country, just goin’ from town to town

Chorus

Here I am a Hobo here I am a Hobo

Guitar on my shoulder just to sing you a tune

I sing in the rain and I sing in the sun

I have to make some money as I’m always on the run

They call me Hobo Jo as I jump from train to train

I want to get to somewhere regardless of terrain

I’m tired and I’m weary as I go from day to day

I cannot face the world no more that’s why I run away

Chorus

Here I am a Hobo here I am a Hobo

Guitar on my shoulder just to sing you a tune

I sing in the rain and I sing in the sun

I have to make some money as I’m always on the run(X2)

Written by ChrisTurner

November 3, 2013


Chris Turner is a residential/commercial
painting contractor in Edmonton Alberta Canada
chris_turner@shaw.ca