(Words & music: A. Latimer)
The melody for the A part has been
in my mind for years. I wanted to
write a "standard" whose lyrics
worked on more than one level
My bags are packed
Got my ticket too
And I have some reservations
I feel as though I've walked into
A loaded situation
All these years, and all those miles
The hurts and recriminations
You'd think by now we'd put aside
Those old-time expectations
Why don't we start
With all the good times
We could sing a song or two
And pull the rug up off the hardwood floor
And dance 'till dawn the way we do
Each Christmas, I'd be thinking of you
All the time we've been apart
The tender moments
Shared in years gone by
Forever held within my heart
My bags are packed
Got my ticket too
And I have some reservations
My minds made up
My bedroll too
I'm leaving town come payday
Curly Boy Stubbs: acoustic guitar;
Rick: mandolin; Alan Law: resophonic
guitar; Dennis Pendrith: acoustic bass
Rick Van Krugel
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