Written by: Thomas Flanery   

       ©2003 Thomas Flanery        

(Verse 1)

We were cleaning out an old cedar chest

When my boy began to smile

In his hand he held a photograph

I hadn’t seen in quiet a while

He said Dad how can this be

This looks like you and looks just like me

I just smiled and said let me see

(Verse 2)

I explained to him that was long ago

I guess about when I was six years old

The boy that looked like him, well that was me

And that’s the same old tire swing at mamaws creek

And that man there with the smile sittin in the shade

That’s a man I respect until this day

(Chorus)

I wish you could’ve met him

The man that looks like me

I wish you could’ve met him

Your someone he would be proud to see

I reached down and took him by the hand

Said that’s a picture of me and my old man

But now he’s gone and he lives up in Heaven

Son I wish you could’ve met him

(Verse 3)

Now many years have passed, my son is grown

Moved off to town, started a family of his own

I still look at that picture now and then

Still think about, what might have been

And every night as I kneel and pray

 I ask the lord above for just one more day

So he’ll never ever have to say

(Chorus)

I wish you could’ve met him

The man that looks like me

I wish you could’ve met him

Your someone he would be proud to see

I reached down and took him by the hand

Said that’s a picture of me and my old man

But now he’s gone and he lives up in Heaven

Son I wish you could’ve met him

©2005 Thomas Flanery (BMI)

(Verse 1)

I lie awake, staring at your picture on the wall

All this fussing fighting, seems things never change at all

It’s a simple case of deja vous

I need a tropical rendezvous

(Chorus)

I’m gonna take, a getting over you getaway

Gonna let those ocean waves wash your memory away

I’ll be out there on some beach

Sand beneath my feet

Getting over you with each umbrella drink

I’m gonna take a getting over you getaway

(Verse 2)

There’s more to life I’m tired of the same routine

Arguing over something, that don’t mean anything

I want tiki bars and ocean sand

A bahama mama ready in each hand

(Chorus)

I’m gonna take, a getting over you getaway

Gonna let those ocean waves wash your memory away

I’ll be out there on some beach

Sand beneath my feet

Getting over you with each umbrella drink

I’m gonna take a getting over you getaway

(Verse 3)

Last night a waitress from the tiki bar asked my name

Things are looking up now, I finally made a change

Looks like I forgot old what’s her name

I’m surrounded by the ocean and suntanned babes

(Chorus)

I finally made, a getting over you getaway

Finally let those ocean waves wash your memory away

I’m out here on the beach

I got sand beneath my feet

I’m getting over you with each umbrella drink

I finally made a getting over you getaway

I finally made a getting over you getaway