Dwight Phetteplace: Award winning guitarist, singer, and NH JP

Some Original Songs***

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Love Song To Myself I?m gonna? write a love song to myself. I?ve been writing them to everybody else. I?ve written quite a few But this one?s overdue Gonna? write a love song to myself. I?m gonna? stop myself and say hello, Like someone that I really want to know Walk right up on the street to Say, ?Hello I?m glad to meet you? Gonna? stop myself and say hello. I?m gonna call myself up on the phone I hope that I can catch myself at home. Share a laugh or two Catch up on all the news Gonna? call my self up on the phone. I?m gonna? buy myself a Christmas gift. I?ll be making up for all the years I?ve missed. I won?t have to spend a lot You know it?s mostly just the thought, Gonna buy myself a Christmas gift. I?m gonna write a love song to myself. I?ve been writing them to everybody else. I?ve written quite a few But this one?s overdue Gonna write a love song to myself. D. Phetteplace 11/97

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Down the Merrimack When I was a boy in Campton, I would stand on the Mad River Bridge And watch those ice chunks rush away from the spring melt on the ridge To the bigger rivers down below To a bigger world I long to know It pulled and tugged on a young boy's soul Like the branches on the edge. So I said goodbye did not look back And I traveled down the iron tracks To the big mills on the Merrimack At the falls of the Amoskeag. Wages earned in the oil and lint 9 hours earned, and 3 hours spent Those city nights just came and went Running through the town I chased those city women all so fine and free And I married one so pretty, but a bit too wild for me. Some nights when she did not come home I'd stand on the Amoskeag bridge alone And watched the water from my home Watch the ice floes hang up, then move on Pulled into the falls One march night I watch the ice floes hang up on the piers But they always broke away then they disappearde There were northbound tracks toward long ago But unknown river still below So I turned downstream to the mills at Lowell Where I worked on the canals. With just the clothes upon my back I stood and looked at the northbound track But the river called so south I went South to the mills at lowell. I worked the locks on the Lowell canals closed those wooden gates so slow So the boats could bring the coton up against the flow We could raise those boats up through the town Like we turned that river right around But in the end it always came back down To big for us to hold. My mom and dad they passed away Then they closed the mills one day No reason now for me to stay I let the river take me down. Now I work this Rt 1 drawbridge, from high up in this tower Sometimes one little chunk of ice will make it down this far That water once so fast and clear It's so slow and dark when runs by here And I can see that river diasappear Swallowed by the sea Upstream around the bend I can almost see where I have been And down I see the river's end. Swallowed by the sea

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BETTY Betty, Oh Betty, Betty won?t you cut my hair It hangs down like spaghetti And flies into the air My girlfriend cut it ?til she said we should part Then she took the flow-bee and sucked out my heart Oh, Betty, Oh Betty Betty won?t you cut my hair Betty, Oh Betty, Betty won?t you cut my hair Your hands are so steady And your talk makes me think you care You?ve got to make me look good for the girls Snip out the snarls but leave in the girls Oh, Betty, Oh Betty Betty won?t you cut my hair Bridge: I did ok in the mirror at first Now every time it cut it it looks worse and worse She used to care for my hair and me But now my ends have split and so has she Betty, Oh Betty, Betty won?t you cut my hair The atmosphere here is heady There?s shear magic in the air It?s like you?ve always known me Cosmic cosmetology Oh, Betty, Oh Betty Betty won?t you cut my hair Betty, Oh Betty, Betty won?t you cut my hair I feel better already Just sittin? by you in this chair You?ve done much more than I thought you could My heart?s still hurting, but my hair looks good Oh, Betty, Oh Betty Betty won?t you cut my hair

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Looks Like Love Tiny fingers clutched the quilt, as Jenny curled down Into the sounds among the patchwork squares The breathing in the blanket, heartbeat from the pillow Voices rising up the stairs Dad was mad again, Jenny never knew why He'd only get madder when Momma would cry Later Jenny'd cling to Momma in a trembling lullabye But it looked like love to her. CHORUS: IT looks like love We?re so quick to dance when we know the steps It?s the same sad song But it looks like love Jenny grew up playing careful between the narrow rows Keep everybody happy when you can She always had the patience to heal a wounded bird, Even when it turned and snapped her hand. One of those wounded birds was Mike At the high school dance he held a little too tight But their ragged edges seemed to fit together so right And it looked like love to her. CHORUS: BRIDGE We're so quick to dance when we know the steps Like a bird that sings from a rotten fence It's a place to land, and it's one good chance To escape the wind above. So like the bird we just sit and sing Threading endless beads on unknotted string If the stringing and the singing are our one sure thing Then it?ll look like love Now Jenny stitches squares together where time has torn the quilt, She sews a perfect line with shaking hands, There are some wounded wings her patience could not mend Mike will come in drunk tonight again. She holds the faded fabric between the tears If she tries a little harder she can make the repairs But little eyes are watching from the bottom of the stairs And it looks like love to them CHORUS: Tiny fingers clutch the quilt; a little girl curls Into the sounds among the patchwork squares D Phetteplace 1996