BOOKING: Don Oswald   502-489-7059              D'VILLE I grew up high as a kite in a March wind on a mile of string, Dreaming one day I'd catch a plane flying over Bowman Field. A cheap transister radio and another Top 40 song to sing, Summers lasted as long as a deck of cards slappin the spokes of my bicycle wheel. I left home with a traveling show, sailed away to the Crystal Coast. Tortola sure looks pretty when you're anchored in the bay. I felt I had to travel on to the ruins at the farthest place on Earth Or at least grab lunch in New York and L.A. Let me fly, let me roll, over the mountains to the farthest shore Let the back roads take me where they will. When you've seen enough of everywhere, if you go far enough you'll end up here. Ain't nobody got it better than D'Ville. I put my Mom and Dad to rest, friends come and go but you keep the best. This town will keep your secrets like a lover's smile. Might go far, might get lost, might go broke, might be the boss but feelin right at home never goes out of style. Sittin in at a bar in paradise, moon rise on a silver sea It struck me I'd been tryin way too hard searchin for some far off place as close as you sittin next to me AND THE MOON IS JUST AS FULL IN OUR BACK YARD. All songs written and arranged by Easy Mark & D Man Copyright 2011 All rights reserved Webdesign&graphics©2010-2011, Marjorie Diez