From the recording Going Places
Lyrics
Somewhere Over Jameson
- Written in loving memory of
Don Cuvelier, 1/29/1935 - 9/19/2012 -
V1: He’d put fishing poles in their little hands
Teach ‘em how to bait and throw a line
And they’d just laugh and carry on
But every daddy knows it’s never ‘bout the fishin’
He was just tryin’ to catch a little time with ‘em
V2: Then he’d pack ‘em all into a big Belair
Up and over Blewett Pass to a soda shop
He’d buy them cokes and floats and candy
And talk about paintin’ all the lines
Up and down the highway
That’s how he kept the bills paid
CH: Her daddy was small town, Iowa born
Served three years on a Navy ride
He was a strong man, tough as nails
But soft enough to show his tender side
He left a lot of memories…I see them now
Floatin’ round like red balloons
Somewhere over Jameson
V3: He was a real go getter, up with the sun
Shovel in hand and his work boots on
And when he didn’t walk the line
He wouldn’t take it through the ditches
He’d just hop from side-to-side
He’d make you laugh so hard your couldn’t help but forgive him
CH: Her daddy was small town, Iowa born
Served three years on a Navy ride
He was a strong man, tough as nails
But soft enough to show his tender side
He left a lot of memories…I see them now
Floatin’ round like red balloons
Somewhere over Jameson
V4: When his footsteps were few and the fishin’ poles got rusty
He’d pull out the dice and cards and the cribbage board
He’d watch baseball all day long
And when his body gave out on him
His mind stayed razor edged
Now He’s fishin’ up in Heaven
With a halo round his head
CH: Her daddy was small town, Iowa born
Served three years on a Navy ride
He was a strong man, tough as nails
But soft enough to show his tender side
He left a lot of memories…I see them now
Floatin’ round like red balloons
Somewhere over Jameson
Somewhere over Jameson