I just launched something new called Joe Eddie TV. It’s a retro-style hangout spot for music lovers, kind of like a cross between an old variety show and a living room jam session.
Right now you can catch acoustic sets, classic clips, and a few weird surprises. Chat and livestreams are coming soon, plus special guest features and songwriting nights.
It’s 24/7, it’s real cozy, and it’s just getting started.
Roses are red, violets are blue We’re gonna have to come up with some other color to describe your hue
Day into night, night into day I don’t know, I don’t keep track of time now anyway
That’s just how things have been rollin’ these days
I saw you bend down, I saw you cry The only question I have is why?
We go downtown baby, you talk so rough You combed your hair back, with your cap you look so tough What’cha gonna do with it, when I told you not to go down Just like in that song, you don’t take your guns downtown
No! Why, baby, baby, why? Why, baby, why?
Two steps forward, one step back I’m goin’ away, rollin’ down the track I held you once, I can do it again Strangers to lovers, then lovers back to friends
And it’s just one more question that I have to ask you,
Once upon a time I had love like summer wine Skin was soft as winter snow When I was young I didn’t know Love could cuase a grown man pain
I don’t sit and wonder why I don’t sleep around and cry There’s just something in my eye Not a teardrop, just a memory in the rain
It’s been a long, long time since you put your lips on mine With your breath so fine like wine, like springtime so divine I’ll be on the downtown street, lookin plain If we meet face to face, just walk on by Not a teardrop, just a memory in the rain
I don’t wanna be no love detective I’m gonna keep my heart protected I’m gonna keep my own perspective Keep all ships sailing in one direction I’m gonna keep on movin, I’m gonna keep on groovin; I’m gonna keep on doin’ and I ain’t gonna cry for you girl
Ain’t no great wide ocean Ain’t no deep blue sea Ain’t no more spilled milk for you to puss around with me Not a teardrop, but a memory in the rain
Cry about it now
No room for discrepancies, hotel got no vacancy Shout if you want but you can’t touch me Freak around if you want but you can’t f$*k me Look up to the sky, go back in your mind See the fish with the spoon and the man in the moon with the teardrop in his eye
All’s well that ends well, the story’s told and that’s what people say The good old days will be back again, remember the time when those words will fly away Someday when we meet again, it’ll be easy we won’t have to pretend That we would wish it was like it was back when Not a teardrop, just a memory in the rain
Not a teardrop, just a memory for the pain Not a teardrop, just a memory for the rain