Song for Jersey - Joel Plaskett

Nature is a mother, Liberty’s a lady

Winter is an old man, this world’s crazy

Johnny was a shoemaker, Benny had the Jets

Sandy was a hurricane, look at what she wrecked

Walking through the darkest night, searching for the light of day

If you want to take a left, make sure you’ve got the right of way

Watching fuzzy TV, working on a tune

Wrote one in at The Belvedere and played it at McLoone’s

If you miss your neighborhood, if you’re brokenhearted

Fill the world with greater good and leave your love unguarded

If you got a handgun in your glove compartment

Should I be calling shotgun or the police department?

You’ve got the right to bear arms, I’ve got the right to bare feet

I don’t want a pair of shoes, a pair of socks, a parakeet

Man, it was a gorgeous day, just a little windy

If I meet a gorgeous babe, can I call her Cindy?

Shoulda gone out sightseeing with my buddy Peter

Stayed inside my hotel like a weird nocturnal creature

Now I’ve got a little boy and all my songs are silly

If I have another son I might name him Philly

Darlene Love was great last night, God, I love Led Zeppelin

These are things I think about when life gets too depressing

Hope they change the gun law, God, I miss John Candy

If I have a little girl I won’t name her Sandy

Dear Lord I am meandering, I don’t know how to stop it

If you buy my compact disc, this song might be on it

I’m really digging Jersey, this is a song I wrote ya

Now I’m getting on a plane and going back to Nova Scotia