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Mama Kept The Screen Door Singin’
Lyrics
In the morning light, Mama's door swings low,
Every creak and squeak, that’s the sound of home, you know.
Mama had a screen door hanging by a thread,
Squeaked every morning, woke the nearly dead.
Daddy said, “Oil it,” Mama said, “No way—
That door sings the blues better than you can play.”
Every time it opened, it hollered, “Come on in,”
Every time it closed, it moaned about my sin.
The dog kept rhythm with his tail on the floor,
Mama kept the screen door singing some more.
Mama kept the screen door singing,
Squeak-squeak, bang-bang, ringing.
It knew who was leaving, knew who was late,
And told the whole neighborhood I’d missed my date.
That rusty old hinge was a gossiping thing—
Mama kept the screen door singing.
My brother snuck home at a quarter past two,
That door hit a high note and the whole town knew.
Mama came running with a rolling pin raised,
Said, “That door’s got better ears than the Lord these days.”
He blamed the cat, then he blamed the breeze,
Then he dropped to the floor and started begging on his knees.
Mama said, “Son, you can lie till you’re blue,
But that screen door never sings off-key for you.”
Mama kept the screen door singing,
Squeak-squeak, bang-bang, ringing.
It knew who was leaving, knew who was late,
And told the whole neighborhood I’d missed my date.
That rusty old hinge was a gossiping thing—
Mama kept the screen door singing.
I brought home a sweetheart named Sweet Lorraine,
She wore high heels and smelled like rain.
The screen door squealed like it’d seen a ghost,
Mama looked her over and said, “Lord help us both.”
Now Mama’s got a brand-new house in town,
Fancy white porch with no boards falling down.
I bought her a new door, quiet and clean—
She took one look and said, “What does that mean?”
Mama keeps the screen door singing,
Squeak-squeak, bang-bang, ringing.
It still tells the neighbors when I come around,
And plays my mistakes in a twelve-bar sound.
That rusty old hinge is the porch-swing king—
Mama keeps the screen door singing.
Squeak when I’m honest,
Bang when I lie,
Moan when I’m leaving,
Laugh when I cry.
Mama just smiles while the old hinges swing—
Mama keeps the screen door singing.
The Movie Ends
Lyrics
The house lights fade to amber,
The final scene turns blue,
Two shadows on the silver screen
Still look like me and you.
The orchestra is whispering,
The credits start to roll,
And every name that disappears
Feels written on my soul.
We had our grand beginning,
A middle wild and sweet,
But somewhere in the final reel
Our hearts forgot the beat.
And the movie ends,
But the music lingers on,
Like a lonely saxophone
Still playing after dawn.
The curtain falls,
The crowded room grows dim,
I reach for you beside me,
But you're not there again.
Some stories end with kisses,
Some with broken hearts to mend,
And ours keeps playing in my mind
Long after the movie ends.
We danced beneath the marquee,
We laughed through summer rain,
You wore that old red evening dress,
I missed the midnight train.
We thought love was forever,
A picture framed in gold,
But even perfect photographs
Can fade when they grow old.
There were no villains in it,
No hero left to blame,
Just two people losing rhythm
In a slowly changing frame.
And the movie ends,
But the music lingers on,
Like a lonely saxophone
Still playing after dawn.
The curtain falls,
The crowded room grows dim,
I reach for you beside me,
But you're not there again.
Some stories end with kisses,
Some with broken hearts to mend,
And ours keeps playing in my mind
Long after the movie ends.
Maybe somewhere there's a theater
Where old lovers never leave,
Where every goodbye is rewritten
Into something we can believe.
Maybe there we find each other
Before the final scene,
And change the last few pages
Of everything we've been.
But the movie ends,
And the screen goes quiet white,
While the city keeps on moving
Through another sleepless night.
The curtain falls,
And I slowly leave my chair,
Still half expecting when I turn
That you'll be standing there.
Some stories live forever,
Though they never start again,
And I'll always hear our love song
Long after the movie ends.
The last note fades to silence,
The empty theater bends...
I whisper your name softly
As the movie ends.
Thailand
Lyrics
Bangkok wakes where the Chao Phraya flows,
Glass towers shining where the old world grows,
Golden temple roofs catch the morning sun,
Street carts calling when the day’s begun.
Skytrain running through a restless sky,
Long-tail boats like memories passing by,
A million stories underneath the lights,
Bangkok turns the daylight into nights.
From the northern hills to the southern sea,
Every road reveals another history,
Old and new walking hand in hand,
That’s the rhythm of Thailand.
Thailand, Thailand, land of golden light,
Mountains in the morning, city stars at night,
From Bangkok’s river to Phuket’s sand,
There’s a thousand worlds inside Thailand.
Thailand, Thailand, where the colors run,
From ancient walls to islands in the sun,
Every city leaves its signature behind,
A country with a thousand ways to shine.
Chiang Mai rests where the northern mountains rise,
Lanterns like constellations filling up the skies,
Old city walls remember kingdoms gone,
While cafés wake beneath the northern dawn.
Hat Yai keeps the southern crossroads turning,
Markets full of voices, neon signs still burning,
Where travelers meet and cultures intertwine,
The southern gateway moving all the time.
Phuket wears the Andaman like a crown,
Blue water rolling past the island town,
Old Sino-Portuguese colors line the street,
While Patong keeps dancing to a midnight beat.
Lop Buri holds another kind of fame,
Ancient Khmer ruins carrying its name,
History watching from weathered walls of stone,
And monkeys acting like they own the throne.
Thailand, Thailand, land of golden light,
Mountains in the morning, city stars at night,
From Bangkok’s river to Phuket’s sand,
There’s a thousand worlds inside Thailand.
Thailand, Thailand, where the colors run,
From ancient walls to islands in the sun,
Every city leaves its signature behind,
A country with a thousand ways to shine.
Chon Buri looks across the eastern shore,
Industry and ocean meeting at its door,
Then Pattaya turns the coastline into flame,
Beach roads glowing underneath its famous name.
Khon Kaen stands in Thailand’s northeast heart,
Education, commerce, culture playing every part,
Where Isan drums can turn an evening bright,
And hometown traditions dance into the night.
There’s more than postcards underneath these skies,
More than turquoise water catching travelers’ eyes.
There are farmers in the fields when daylight breaks,
Fishing boats returning through the silver wake.
There are monks at dawn and markets after dark,
Recipes passed down like a family spark.
A nation isn’t buildings, borders, sea or sand—
It’s the people who put the “Thai” in Thailand.
Bangkok — where tomorrow meets the past,
Chiang Mai — where northern traditions last,
Hat Yai — where the southern highways meet,
Phuket — island colors in the street,
Lop Buri — where old kingdoms still remain,
Chon Buri — looking toward the coastal plain,
Khon Kaen — northeastern beating heart,
Pattaya — where the sea and city start.
Thailand, Thailand, land of golden light,
Emerald mornings, electric nights,
From northern mountains to the southern sand,
Every mile tells the story of Thailand.
Thailand, Thailand, let the whole world know,
Where rivers, roads and generations flow,
Past and future standing side by side—
With a golden heart and an ocean-wide pride.
Where the Chao Phraya carries dreams out to sea,
And northern lanterns rise wild and free,
From the smallest village to the skyline grand—
A thousand stories…
One Thailand.