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Eric began writing rock and roll lyrics in the 1970s, working with Kevin Kane at Yale, and later, in the early 1980s, with Jim Zimmerman in New York City. The work with Jim Zimmerman—they were introduced by legendary rock impresario John Hammond—culminated in the “sound track” for Eric’s second novel, The First Time I Saw Jenny Hall. The part of Jenny Hall was sung by Patti Scialfa, at that time a back-up singer for South Side Johnnie, and soon to be the wife and back-up singer to Bruce Springsteen.

Eric’s current songwriting collaboration with Kevin Kane can be heard on the Kevin Kane Band’s 2010 CD, Saturday Night Coffee, and the EP, Get America Working, which can be purchased on Spotify. 

Ain’t Dead Yet
Words and Music By Eric Goodman and Kevin Kane
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Saw a red-headed woman
At old Murphy’s Bar
Crossed to her table, said
“Baby, here you are.

I remember your face
It’s your name I forget.”
She said, “You must be kidding
Ain’t you dead yet?”

Well, I ain’t dead yet
Don’t plan to be
I ain’t dead yet

CHORUS

Got some good years in me.
Well, I ain’t dead yet
Some say I should be
Well, I ain’t dead yet
They can kiss you know what
Part of me.

Well, I broke some hearts
Baby, one, two three
And there’re been some women
Did the same for me

I could of lived better
I got some regrets
What I like best
Is that I ain’t dead yet

CHORUS

Now it’s getting real late
Bout a quarter till three
That redheaded woman’s
Making eyes at me.

She crossed to my table
Breathed down my neck
“The key to your appeal
is you ain’t dead yet.”
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CHORUS
Get America Working
Words and Music by Eric Goodman and Kevin Kane

Shanghai towers rising
The beast from the East
Sao Paolo shimmers,
All that new heat
Our leaders compete
To accomplish the least
Posing for pictures
While our problems increase.

Twentieth Century’s over
We’re stuck in a rut
Get America working
America working
Get America working
Our kids are so fucked.

Bankers don’t care,
They got offshore accounts
Stuffed with bonus money,
they sure know how to count
A jobless recovery,
what’s up with that?
We’re losing our asses,
they’re getting so fat.

Twentieth Century’s over
We’re stuck in a rut
Get America working
America working
Get America working
Our kids are so fucked.

My son works in China,
They’re no jobs at home
My brother’s laid off,
He’s behind on his loan
The future looks bleak,
But remember that we
Love to work hard
And we want to stay free.

Twentieth Century’s over
we’re stuck in a rut
Get America working,
America working
Get America working
Our kids are so fucked.

Twentieth Century’s over
we’re stuck in a rut
Get America working,
America working
Get America working
Our kids are so fucked.
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America working
America working
America working.
America working.
Our kids are so fucked.
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