{"train": ["God bless Texas and Deacon Shackleford\nHe read the bible seven times and he believed every word\nThat ol beat up leather book had been through it all\nHe sat on the back pew so he could chew him a chaw singing\nAmazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me\nHe carried candy for the kids in his Sunday dress coat\nHed take me fishing after church, he taught me things I needed to know\nNo Deacon didnt have a family, Lord knows he wished he did\nHe told the whole congregation that I was his grandkid\nAnd today he joined up with Jesus wearin shiny pearl snaps\nWe sang a few gospel hymns and then the soldier played Taps\nI bet hes walkin with Pete down a street paved with gold\nShowin off his brand spankin new wings and his barbed wire halo\nHe married sweet Emma Grace before the war was through\nShe held his right arm next to his anchor tattoo\nHe was on a ship off at sea, when she died in child birth\nHe lost his whole world from the far side of the Earth\nHe lost the will to love, he lost the will to live\nUntil he met a man who taught him to forgive\nYeah life took him to hell and back, to hell and back a time or two\nBut in the end he beat the devil until he was black and blue\nSingin I once was lost, but now Im found, was blind but now I see…\nAnd today he joined up with Jesus wearin shiny pearl snaps\nWe sang a few gospel hymns and then the soldier played Taps\nI bet hes walkin with Pete down a street paved with gold\nShowin off his brand spankin new wings and his barbed wire halo\nBefore he went, he made me promise him that I wouldnt cry\nAnd though I told him that I wouldnt, you know I couldnt help but lie\nCause today he joined up with Jesus wearin shiny pearl snaps\nWe sang a few gospel hymns and then the soldier played Taps\nI bet hes walking with Pete down a street paved with gold\nAs sure as the old church bell still rings\nHe always said he had country in his soul\nHes showin off his brand spankin new wings and his barbed wire halo\nSweet chariot comin forth to carry me home\nSwing low sweet chariot comin forth to carry me home", "They say you never know what youve got till its gone\nHes gonna learn the hard way when he finds you long gone\nGone like the wind in your hair hands in the air\nSinging so long good luck\nI want to set your heart free\nRide with me\nI want to be your getaway\nHeart free ride with me\nI want to be your getaway truck\n1989 Cheyenne Chevrolet\n5 speed single cap\nBench seat, faded grey\nTurned over twice seemed too nice but it knows how to run\nGirl Ill get you out with a bang like a bullet from a gun\nThey say you never know what youve got till its gone\nHes gonna learn the hard way when he finds you long gone\nGone like the wind in your hair hands in the air\nSinging so long good luck\nGirl, I want to set your heart free\nRide with me\nI want to be your getaway\nHeart free ride with me\nI want to be your getaway truck\nSummer time sunshine cheap sunglasses\nMy heart sang southern twang sweeter than molasses\nLike a country angel two-steppin in my dance off dreams\nGirl youve got a heart of gold and youre beautiful in blue jeans\nThey say you never know what youve got till its gone\nHes gonna learn the hard way when he finds you long gone\nGone like the wind in your hair hands in the air\nSinging so long good luck\nGirl, I want to set your heart free\nRide with me\nI want to be your getaway\nHeart free ride with me\nI want to be your getaway truck\nThey say life is like a highway it can turn into a dead end road\nI aint afraid to get stuck\nI got a four wheel drive kinda heart\nMy love is tough enough to carry any load\nThey say you never know what youve got till its gone\nHes gonna learn the hard way when he finds you long gone\nGone like the wind in your hair hands in the air\nSinging so long good luck\nGood luck\nThey say you never know what youve got till its gone\nHes gonna learn the hard way when he finds you long gone\nGone like the wind in your hair hands in the air\nSinging so long good luck\nGirl I want to set your heart free\nRide with me\nI want to be your getaway\nHeart free ride with me\nI want to be your getaway\nHeart free ride with me\nI want to be your getaway truck\nI want to be your getaway truck", "Im gonna give em that 2, 4, 4 on the floor, like an outlaws boys on the day\nBefore. got the pretty girls out there begging for more\nGotta give em all what\nThey came here for. Doin my thing singing my song\nRight on track Im chugging\nAlong. Im here and gone like yesterday\nRolling like an old freight train\nOn a wing and a prayer and a glorified greyhound bus\nFlying down the road running\n9-0 and kicking up dust\nDrinkin truck stop coffee countin birds on those telephone wires. Burnin the midnight oil\nAnd the tread off these old goodyear\nTires\nIm gonna give em that 2, 4, 4 on the floor\nLike an outlaws boys on the day\nBefore. got the pretty girls out there begging for more\nGotta give em all what they came here for\nDoin my thing singing my song, right on track Im chugging\nAlong. Im here and gone like yesterday, rolling like an old freight train\nAnd sometimes my mind is a million miles away\nI know youre sound asleep at\nHome while Im on this stage. and Im missing you\nWishing I was kissing you\nEveryday. but girl I gotta keep rollin\nRollin like an old freight train. and its a\nMighty lonesome sound when theres not soul around\nTo help you ease your pain\nBut you gotta keep rollin. Rollin like an old freight train\nIm gonna give em that\n2, 4, 4 on the floor, like an outlaws boys on the day before\nGot the pretty\nGirls out there begging for more\nGotta give em all what they came here for\nDoin my thing singing my song, right on track Im chugging along\nIm here and gone like yesterday, rolling like an old freight train\nComin on down the line\nFeel that diesel engine whine, smell the smoke stack\nHear the gears grind full steam ahead halfway out of my mind\nIm too far gone to be turning back\nGoing clickity clack down the railroad tracks\nIm here and gone like yesterday\nRolling like an old freight train. just like an old freight train\nTell me do you wanna ride this train", "Well, that golden halo doesnt go so well\nWith my red bandana and blue jeans\nGod knows when Im good, Im good\nAnd when Im good, its seldom, so it seems\nSo they say fools play with fire\nIm trying my best to not get burned\nWhile I soak myself in gasoline\nOne would think by now I might have learned\nBut Ive never learned\nNo, Im not the man they think I am\nIt weighs heavy on my heart and mind\nYes, I stumble every step along the way\nLike a wino who cant walk the line\nIts like tightrope walking on a windy day\nTheres heaven in her eyes and hell to pay\nAnd Im solid as a rock and sink in sand\nTrying like the devil to be a good man\nSo beware of broken glass\nShould you stare into the window of my soul\nAnd judge me not, Ill only bare it all\nSo you know that you are not alone\nYoure not alone\nNo, Im not the man they think I am\nIt weighs heavy on my heart and mind\nAs I stumble every step along the way\nLike a wino who cant walk the line\nWell, Im tightrope walking on a windy day\nTheres heaven in her eyes and hell to pay\nIm solid as a rock and sink in sand\nTrying like the devil to be a good man\nOh my God\nFeed me the crumbs that fall upon your floor\nAs those saints walk through your pearly gates\nLord, let the sinner crawl through your backdoor\nOh, oh\nOh, oh\nNo, Im not the man they think I am\nIt weighs heavy on my heart and mind\nAs I stumble every step along the way\nLike a wino who cant walk the line\nWell, Im tightrope walking on a windy day\nTheres heaven in her eyes and hell to pay\nIm solid as a rock and sink in sand\nTrying like the devil to be a good man\nIm solid as a rock and sink in sand\nLord, Im trying like the devil", "They would put me in bed, tuck me in tight\nSay my prayers, kiss my hand, make me feel safe at night\nWalking out, holding hands, barely crack my door\nTurn the Opry on and waltz across the floor\nId sneak over to the light and Id take a peek\nThey kept dancing all night even if the signal got weak\nI can still see your\nOoh, silhouettes swaying across the wall\nOoh-ooh, no, we didnt have much\nThen again, we had it all\nThey made that little house a home\nFull of heart and soul\nJust like a love song on country radio\nThey could sing em all, two-part harmony tune\nLike Loretta and Conway, Johnny and June\nI could hear mama laughing as daddy swept her off her feet\nYou know the sound of love has never sounded so sweet\nAnd thirty years later, Ive got three kids and my wife\nTheir love songs, a legacy, the soundtrack of my life\nI can still see your\nOoh, silhouettes swaying across the wall\nOoh-ooh, no, we didnt have much\nThen again, we had it all\nThey made that little house a home\nFull of heart and soul\nJust like a love song on country radio\nOoh-ooh\nOoh-ooh\nAnd theyll sneak over to the lights\nAnd theyll take a peek\nAnd well keep dancing all night\nEven when the signal gets weak\nAnd someday theyll see\nOoh, silhouettes swaying across the wall\nOoh-ooh, no, we didnt have much\nThen again, we had it all\nThey made that little house a home\nFull of heart and soul\nJust like a love song on country radio\nSilhouettes swaying across the wall\nNo, we didnt have much\nThen again, we had it all\nOoh-ooh\nOoh-ooh", "Well its pretty much understood\nRainy days are just no good for leaving\nNo need in mixing misery and gin\nSo it goes for icy days\nHeartache and slick highways\nNo time to wait, youre gonna break if you bend and bend again\nBut a fresh new start\nWill warm your heart\nLike the sun breaking through a cloudy sky\nIf ever was a good day\nIts the day that boy can kiss that girl goodbye\nJust like a red-eye flight\nTwo tail lights in the night\nGonna spread your wings and fly\nThat boy can kiss that girl goodbye\nJust like a west-bound train\nYoure drinking cheap champagne\nGot no more tears to cry\nYoure long gone like a whisper in the wind\nThat boy can kiss that girl goodbye\nBye bye\nBye bye\nNo need in naming names\nPlayers love playing games\nAnd he played your heart like a little violin\nIts a brand new rhyme and riddle\nIts your turn to play that fiddle\nAnd that same old song and dance is coming to an end\nCause a fresh new start\nWill warm your heart\nLike the sun breaking through a cloudy sky\nIf ever was a good day\nIts the day that boy can kiss that girl goodbye\nJust like a red-eye flight\nTwo tail lights in the night\nGonna spread your wings and fly\nThat boy can kiss that girl goodbye\nJust like a west-bound train\nYoure drinking cheap champagne\nGot no more tears to cry\nYoure long gone like a whisper in the wind\nThat boy can kiss that girl goodbye\nBye bye\nBye bye\nIf he really wants a goodbye kiss\nHe must be out of his ever-loving mind\nYeah if he really wants a goodbye kiss\nYou tell him to go kiss it where the sun dont shine\nIf ever was a good day\nIts the day that boy can kiss that girl goodbye\nJust like a red-eye flight\nTwo tail lights in the night\nGonna spread your wings and fly\nThat boy can kiss that girl goodbye\nJust like a west-bound train\nYoure drinking cheap champagne\nGot no more tears to cry\nYoure out like a light, like a red-eye flight\nLike two tail lights in the dust of midnight\nHes out of mind, youre out of sight\nThat ship has sailed, that ship dont fly\nYoure gone like a train, like a west-bound train\nWith a one-way ticket, drinking cheap champagne\nFlush it down the drain cause theres no more tears to cry\nYoure long gone like a whisper in the wind\nThat boy can kiss that girl goodbye", "So cast away all our cares in the world, like a worm on a hook on a cane pole line\nLet your hair down, kick your feet up let a country boy show you a real good time\nSo honey lets find a little fun, make a little noise, throw a little sawdust on a hardwood floor, wanna shine that buckle\nWhile I’m holdin’ you tight, on a good time lonestar Saturday night\nNaw, don’t worry bout the preacher man, he used to play fiddle in a honkey tonk band. I’ll have you there bright and early\nIn the front row pew, Lord knows I love lovin on you\nSo cast away all our cares in the world, like a worm on a hook on a cane pole line\nLet your hair down, kick your feet up let a country boy show you a real good time\nCall your Mama, tell her don’t wait. Leave the light on cause we’re gonna be late\nGonna do it up right, Gonna shut the place down, Gonna find a highway a little ways from town\nDown a dirt road, past a windmill, round the pumpjack just over the hill, there’s a tire swing hangin from a live oak tree\nWe can flip skinny dippin down in the creek\nSo cast away all our cares in the world, like a worm on a hook on a cane pole line\nLet your hair down, kick your feet up let a country boy show you a real good time\nGirl let me love you, like its our last night, I wanna see the stars in your eyes, Then make a little magic there in the\nMoonlight, and top it off with a Texas sunrise\nSo cast away all our cares in the world, like a worm on a hook on a cane pole line\nLet your hair down, kick your feet up let a country boy show you a real good time\nSo cast away all our cares in the world, like a worm on a hook on a cane pole line\nLet your hair down, kick your feet up let a country boy show you a real good time", "This old Mexican cowboy at the bar\nLooked a hundred years old\nHe had a million dollar smile\nAnd his withered brown skin shimmered like California gold\nHe said, Im a little short on cash, but Im long on life\nFor a shot of tequila, Ill give you some dang good advice\nHe said, Dont leave your beer in the hot Texas sun\nDont argue with a woman while shes holding a gun\nNever cheat when it comes to love or dominoes\nVaya con dios said the old vaquero\nWell my heart sank\nThe more he drank, the more he poured out his misery\nHow he lost her after forty seven years\nAnd his tears started flowing like the Rio Grand-e\nHe started speaking in Spanish then he kissed his rosary\nSaid Por siempre mi amor, his one more to her memory\nHe said, Dont live you life like a sad country song\nA fool on a stool is still a stool, right or wrong\nPride is a bandito breaking hearts as he goes\nVaya con dios said the old vaquero\nI walked over to the corner, turned the old jukebox on\nWhen I turned back around like a ghost he was gone\nSo I paid his tab, called a cab, called it a night\nAnd came straight home to you\nAs we laid there in bed I told you all the things he said\nWe laughed, we cried, and I held you the whole night through\nYou know I think of him often, out there all alone\nMaybe he was an angel, or just an old man from San Anton\nHe said, Dont leave your beer in the hot Texas sun\nDont argue with a woman while shes holding a gun\nNever cheat when it comes to love or dominoes\nVaya con dios\nHe said, Dont live you life like a sad country song\nA fool on a stool is still a stool, right or wrong\nPride is a bandito breaking hearts as he goes\nVaya con dios said the old vaquero\nHe said, Vaya con dios\nThis old Mexican cowboy at the bar\nLooked a hundred years old\nHe had a million dollar smile\nAnd his withered brown skin shimmered like California gold", "She keeps it all together\nI always come unwound\nShes cool calm and collected\nI wanna paint the town\nShes like a Sunday morning\nIm a dancehall Saturday night\nShes like a stain glass window\nIm a lonestar neon light\nShe has another side\nThat no one sees but me\nShe is the only one\nThat brings me to my knees\nTheres something about Sinatra\nAnd a bottle of Chardonnay\nWithout a single word\nShe takes my breath away\nWhen she gets that look in her eyes\nWhen she gets that want you\nNeed to love you\nRight now kind of look in her eyes\nShes always lookin so fine\nThat I cant believe mine\nAnd when those stars align\nJust add a little white wine\nAnd moonlight and that girls off the hook\nWhen shes good shes good\nBut even better when she gets that look\nShe sparkles like a diamond\nShe twinkles like a star\nShes like a ray of sunshine\nThat always melts my heart\nAnd when Im feeling empty\nHer love makes me whole\nJust like a country breeze\nThat soothes my weary soul\nSlow dancin\nRomancin\nShes up to something\nWearin nothin but her beautiful smile\nShes up to something\nWearin nothin but a beautiful smile\nWhen she gets that look in her eyes\nWhen she gets that want you\nNeed to love you\nRight now that kind of look in her eyes\nShes always lookin so fine\nThat I cant believe mine\nAnd when those stars align\nJust add a little white wine\nAnd moonlight and that girls off the hook\nWhen shes good shes good\nBut even better when she gets that look\nWhen shes good shes good\nBut even better when she gets that look\nTheres something about Sinatra\nAnd a bottle of Chardonnay\nWithout a single word\nShe takes my breath away\nShes like a Sunday morning\nIm a Saturday night\nShes like a stain glass window\nIm a neon light", "In the rain and the mud in July in Cheyenne\nThey had to carry away that brave young man\nA little part of every heart of every rodeo fan\nDied there in the rain and the mud in July in Cheyenne\nLookin back it doesnt seem so long ago\nHe was bigger than life, God rest his soul\nWhy he died that day is hard to understand\nRight there in the rain and the mud in July in Cheyenne\nSo tip your hat to the cowboy every once in a while\nAnd take time to remember that cowboys smile\nA little part of every heart of every rodeo fan\nDied there in the rain and the mud in July in Cheyenne\nGold buckles on a shelf collecting dust\nStill his memory shines inside of all of us\nSome miss their hero, some miss their friend\nHis mom and daddy long to see their little boy again\nSo tip your hat to the cowboy every once in a while\nAnd take time to remember that cowboys smile\nA little part of every heart of every rodeo fan\nDied there in the rain and the mud in July in Cheyenne\nIn the rain and the mud in July in Cheyenne\nThey had to carry away that brave young man\nIf your washed in the blood someday youll see him again\nIt wont be in the rain and the mud in July in Cheyenne", "I got a letter from your lawyer\nAnd you got one from mine\nThey say Its gonna be final\nOnce we sign that dotted line\nWell I guess well get our freedom\nAnd a so called fresh new start\nBut when you take half of everything\nYoull be taking half my heart\nOur love got lost somewhere in lifes complications\nTorn between two lawyers and all their legal litigations\nChorus:\nOff the record, theres something I need to say to you\nThis aint easy but its what my heart has to do\nCause I cant let you go until I let you know\nOff the record, Im still in love with you\nI took down our wedding picture\nFrom above the fireplace\nAnd I stood there awhile\nStaring at your pretty face\nHave we lost our love\nTo differences we cant resolve\nBut if push comes to shove\nThank God no children are involved\nI can still see you throwing your rose bouquet\nI never thought Id see the day wed throw it all away\nOff the record, theres something I need to say to you\nThis aint easy but its what my heart has to do\nCause I cant let you go until I let you know\nOff the record, Im still in love with you\nBridge:\nIve done all I can do now all I can do is pray\nAnd ask the Lord to let me hear you say\nOff the record, theres something I need to say to you\nThis aint easy but its what my heart has to do\nCause I cant let you go until I let you know\nOff the record, Im still in love with you\nGirl, off the record, Im still in love with you", "In another time and place\nGrandma would kiss my face\nWish I could go back there again\nId climb up in my Grandpas lap\nId lay down and take a nap\nThat old man and me were best friends\nAnd one day I turned around\nLeaves are fallin, fallin down\nThose fields were bare and brown\nAnd they were gone\nLong gone like bluebonnets in the spring\nWere only here for a little while\nIts beautiful and bittersweet\nSo make the most of every mile\nSo pack light and love heavy\nGive it all your heart and soul\nSo in the end you wont regret one thing\nLife is like bluebonnets in the spring\nTheres so much I cant explain\nSuch as gravity and pain\nStill I remain, blindfolded and full of faith\nI kissed my angel girl goodbye\nStill cant help but wonder why\nBut I believe Ill see her again someday\nSo, hold em tender, hold em tight\nPray every mornin, day, and night\nThat God will help you raise them right\nAnd dont you blink, dont blink\nCause like bluebonnets in the spring\nWere only here for a little while\nIts beautiful and bittersweet\nSo make the most of every mile\nSo pack light and love heavy\nGive it all your heart and soul\nSo in the end you wont regret one thing\nLife is like bluebonnets in the Spring\nLife can be filled full of sorrow\nTime is something you cant borrow\nSo love like theres no tomorrow\nBecause today could be the day\nLike bluebonnets in the spring\nWere only here for a little while\nIts beautiful and bittersweet\nSo make the most of every mile\nSo pack light and love heavy\nGive it all your heart and soul\nSo in the end you wont regret one thing\nLife is like bluebonnets in the spring\nLife is like bluebonnets in the spring", "The old man was sitting on the tailgate of a 62 Ford flatbed\nPicking on an old guitar, he looked at me and said The engine’s dead\nIt was a good run son, as he strummed a melancholy chord\nNow Ive got nothing but time to kill until the coming of the Lord\nHe played me a few songs, one about a Randall knife\nOne about a train, one about the pain of losing the love of his life\nHe took a puff of that cigarette, he blew a breath of smoke that could smother\nHe said They always said these would kill me and they did then he laughed and he lit another\nHe said I hear that you write songs boy, play me one that I might know\nSo I sang him my latest greatest hit, a number one on music row\nHe stopped me before I could finish the verse, said I think Ive heard enough of that\nWhen you’ve heard one youve heard em all, with a grimace of a grin he took his old guitar back\nHe said I guess thats alright if thats all youve got to give\nIf thats all youve got to say in this one life youve got to live\nThere’s no meaning in your melody so predictable and weak\nWasted words and shallow rhymes I’d rather hear a woman cuss me a blue streak\nYou see, the pencil to the pad is like the bullet to the gun\nThe pen is mightier than the sword if the words are forged from fire from the sun\nYet some do it for the fame, the fun, the money and all the glory\nYet some do it for their weary soul, wont rest until they tell their story\nYou gotta make ’em feel what you feel, help em dream a dream and make em wonder\nIts like catch lightning in a bottle, make ’em smell the rain and hear the thunder\nLet em taste the tears of joy or the bittersweet taste of sin\nFind the passion in a four letter word or a Sunday morning Amen\nAnd then he flicked his ashes and he pointed at my heart\nSaid if youre searching for solid gold, thatd be a real good place to start\nLet the words speak for themselves, tell the truth, right or wrong\nAnd bare your soul for all to see all for the sake of the song", "Pinch me I must be dreaming waking up with you and feeling\nThe tender touch of your good morning kiss\nNo where else on earth is better than being next to you\nNext to heaven, it doesnt get any better than this\nNext to heaven lies my fate, my best friend and my sole mate\nGod knows this kind of love only comes from up above\nYoure the answer to my prayers, nothing else compare\nIm next to heaven when I am next to you\nYou look just like an angel tangled in white satin sheets\nLying there with your hair all in a mess\nI swear you look your best all dressed up next to nothing\nNext to heaven, it doesnt get any better than this\nChorus", "If a melody is like a memory\nYoure a long hot summer night symphony\nBlaring on the speakers of my Monte Carlo\nDown FM 109 on my FM Radio\nWe could take it slow\nPut it on cruise control\nYou know its been a while\nWere never going outta style\nI was thinking... while the sun is sinking... low we could go all night\nNever going outta style in my Chevy, parking at the levy\nGetting hot and heavy after all this time\nThe trends will come and go\nThe winds of change will blow\nThe way we love is never going outta style singing\nSinging Rebel Rebel at the top of our lungs\nOut of town windows down playing those dashboard drums\nEverybody said youd never make it too far\nWith some poor boy playing on some pawn shop guitar\nYou know my crazy dreams\nWere busting at the seams\nJust like these old boots and jeans\nWere never going outta style\nI was thinking... while the sun is sinking... low we could go all night\nNever going outta style in my Chevy, parking at the levy\nGetting hot and heavy after all this time\nThe trends will come and go\nThe winds of change will blow\nThe way we love is never going, never going outta style\nWere never going outta style\nIll pop my collar do my best James Dean\nWell hit the road like a Steve McQueen movie scene\nShow me your million dollar Marilyn smile\nAnd Ill show you a love love love\nThats never going outta style\nI was thinking... while the sun is sinking... low we could go all night\nNever going outta style in my Chevy, parking at the levy\nGetting hot and heavy after all this time\nThe trends will come and go\nThe winds of change will blow\nThe way we love is never going outta style\nWe could take it slow\nPut it on cruise control\nThe way we love is never going outta style\nNever going outta style\nI was thinking... while the sun is sinking... low we could go all night\nWere never going outta style\nIn my Chevy, parking at the levy\nGetting hot and heavy after all this time\nNever going outta style\nWere never going outta style\nYeah, were never going outta style", "We both work hard for money already spent\nBlaming each other for where it all went\nNever thinking of love only paying the loans\nGriping bout bills and keeping up with the Jones\nJust once lets forget about making ends meet\nOr whose got the nicest yard on the street\nDarlin let loose, let your hair down\nWere staying at home for a night on the town\nChorus:\nSo turn the music up, and dim the lights down\nLet those old records keep spinning around\nReplace all our worries with some romance\nTell me you love me then well shut up and dance\nWhen youre in my arms it makes me feel\nLike I own a mansion on top of the hil\nBut its not how bigs the house its how happys the home\nHow poor is a rich man who lives all alone\nChorus:\nSo turn the music up, and dim the lights down\nLet those old records keep spinning around\nReplace all our worries with some romance\nTell me you love me then well shut up and dance\nSolo\nChorus:\nSo turn the music up, and dim the lights down\nLet those old records keep spinning around\nReplace all our worries with some romance\nTell me you love me then well shut up and dance", "All the old men at the diner\nTellin’ tales too tall to tell\nThey’re all braggin’ about the good ol days\nAnd how this country has gone to hell\nBut as for me, I believe\nWe got a heartland full of hope\nWere comin’ back around\n‘Cause you can’t hold down the American Soul\nIt’s the joy of grandma laughin’\nAnd grandpa’s funny jokes\nIt’s the rumble of those ol baseball cards\nFlappin’ between the spokes\nIt’s a Fourth of July picnic\nIt’s farm-made and rock and roll\nFrom town to town\nYou can hear the sound of the American Soul\nOh, say can you see\nFlag that you wave\nFreedom ain’t free\nIn the home of the brave\nIt’s the roots and the boots\nFrom the hard hat to the steel toe\nIt’s the hustle and bustle\nBlood, sweat, and tears that build the backbone\nOf the American Soul\nIt’s the words of “Amazing Grace”\nAnd it’s “Born in the U.S.A.”\nIt’s those Yankees in the playoffs\nThose Cowboys on a Sunday\nIt’s a red, white, and blue\nIt’s the yellow, brown, and black\nIt’s those rotten ol Republicans\nAnd those darned ol Democrats\nSay can you see\nThe flag that you wave\nFreedom ain’t free\nIn the home of the brave\nIt’s the roots and the boots\nFrom the hard hat to the steel toe\nIt’s the hustle and bustle\nBlood, sweat, and tears that build the backbone\nOf the American Soul\nOf the American Soul\nOh, say can you see\nFlag that you wave\nFreedom ain’t free\nIn the home of the brave\nIt’s the roots and the boots\nFrom the hard hat to the steel toe\nIt’s the hustle and bustle\nBlood, sweat, and tears that build the backbone\nOf the American Soul\nAll we need is a little love\nTo knock off a little rust\nTake time to shine that penny\nSo we can read “In God We Trust”", "Breaker breaker one nine is someone out there on that line\nIf you see my girl wont you please remind her\nThat my heart is breaking and this big ol rig is shaking\nIm gonna keep that hammer down until I find her\nWell she packed her bags and rented a U-Haul\nUnhitched my heart hit the road around nightfall\nNow Im throwin hubs and speeding out of control\nShe never said where she was going but she said where I could go\nBreaker breaker one nine is someone out there on that line\nIf you see my girl wont you please remind her\nThat my heart is breaking but I dont smell no bacon\nSo Im gonna keep that hammer down until I find her\nWell we took that big trip on down the aisle\nEverything was hunky dory for a while\nNow this Detroit is winding, my mind is grinding gears\nI can hardly see the road with this truck load of tears\nBreaker breaker one nine is someone out there on that line\nIf you see my girl wont you please remind her\nIve got Smokey on my tail and unless I go to jail\nIm gonna keep that hammer down until I find her", "She knows Im always on the fly, always kisses me goodbye\nWith godspeed and angel wings\nAnd when I chase that falling star, I trip and fall too far\nShe picks me up by my heartstrings\nOh, shes got those strings around my heart, ah\nOh, shes got those strings around my heart\nOh, she has my heartstrings\nIm a trailblazer, stargazer, a rainbow rambler born to roam\nBut shes like no one Ive ever known\nShe reels me in and gently brings me back home\nOh, shes got those strings around my heart, ah\nOh, shes got those strings around my heart\nOh, she has my heartstrings\nIf she ever cut me loose, came unraveled or untied\nI know it would break my heart if she broke that velvet line\nFull of never ending grace, tangles me in love and lace\nOh, she has my heartstrings\nWhen she loves, when she laughs, when she cries\nOh, she has my heartstrings\nWhen she whispers my name and she sighs \nOh, shes got those strings around my heart, ah\nOh, shes got those strings around my heart\nOh, she has my heartstrings", "Yeah, this one goes out to the dreamer always out there aiming high\nDont you let em clip your wings or say that you cant fly\nThis one goes out to the loser losing time and time again\nAnd time again keeps on believing that someday theyre gonna win\nWhen nobody knows your name, nobody knows your face\nEverybody counts you out long before you start that race\nYou can let em place their bets, let em laugh and drink their wine\nLet em eat their words when youre first to the finish line\nTodays your day in the sun, youre rolling like a young gun\nNow its your time to ride, let your dark horse run\nThey cant measure your heart, they cant tear you apart\nYoure finally catching your stride, let your dark horse run\nThrough the fire and barbed wire\nYoure a runaway train, theres no turning back\nThis one goes out to the girls, go show the world you can\nNever let em hold you back just because you arent a man\nThis one goes out to those underdogs who arent afraid to bite\nChange the game, break the chain, get off that porch and fight\nTodays your day in the sun, youre rolling like a young gun\nNow its your time to ride, let your dark horse run\nThey cant measure your heart, they cant tear you apart\nYoure finally catching your stride, let your dark horse run\nThrough the fire and barbed wire\nYoure a runaway train, theres no turning back\nLet your dark horse run\nLet your dark horse run\nLet your dark horse run\nLet your dark horse run\nI rode into town with a dream and a song\nBut they told me that I just dont belong\nAnd the fable of a label that stomped on my heart\nAdded fuel to the fire, added soul to my art\nSo I went back home like all those outlaw boys\nBought a van, got a band, making my brand of noise\nSo, I built with my hands my own destiny\nAnd I became what they said that I couldnt be\nI got a chip on my shoulder, but it doesnt weigh me down\nI got a chip on my shoulder, but it doesnt weigh me down\nI got a chip on my shoulder, but it doesnt weigh me down\nIt whispers Get back up when I get knocked on the ground\nTodays your day in the sun, youre rolling like a young gun\nNow its your time to ride, let your dark horse run\nThey cant measure your heart, they cant tear you apart\nYoure finally catching your stride, let your dark horse run\nThrough the fire and barbed wire\nYoure a runaway train, theres no turning back\nLet your dark horse run\nThrough the fire and barbed wire\nYoure a runaway train theres no turning back\nLet your dark horse run\nLet your dark horse run\nLet your dark horse run", "We crossed that border every Friday night\nWe sat beneath that ol Dos Equis neon light\nThat stucco wall has stories well never tell\nJimmy spent three days in that ol Mexican jail\nThe boys of summer disappeared that fall\nAs the years flew by, we grew up after all\nReal life is running and gunning to no end\nIts time we take it on back, way back to way back when\nCan I get an amen amigo hey why dont we go\nCheck out the world somewhere south of the Rio\nBring the girls, have a ball, up all night, no last call\nThen sleep in until ten, wake up and do it all again\nGood friends are good for the soul, can I get an amen amigo\nI miss ol Ma Crosbys Restaurant and Bar\nI miss the queso and the guaco and those gut string guitars\nIts time we load that hitch, its time we ditch this town\nSet sail before the sun goes down\nCan I get an amen amigo, hey why dont we go\nCheck out the world somewhere south of the Rio\nBring the girls, have a ball, up all night, no last call\nThen sleep in until ten, wake up and do it all again\nGood friends are good for the soul, can I get an amen amigo\nTheres nowhere to float this boat in this sea of concrete\nI miss those cheap sunshades, I miss those flip-flop feet\nI wanna go back there, I wanna cast that reel\nWanna hear my brown-eyed girl sing Margaritaville\nCan I get an amen amigo, hey why dont we go\nCheck out the world somewhere south of the Rio\nBring the girls, have a ball, up all night, no last call\nThen sleep in until ten, wake up and do it all again\nGood friends are good for the soul, can I get an amen amigo\nCan I get an amen amigo, hey why dont we go\nCheck out the world somewhere south of the Rio\nBring the girls, have a ball, up all night, no last call\nThen sleep in until ten, wake up and do it all again\nGood friends are good for the soul\nIm saying good friends are good for the soul\nLet me tell you good friends are good for the soul\nCan I get an amen amigo\nCan I get an amen amigo", "Dont you ever let this world push you around\nUse your head and keep your feet firmly on the ground\nAnd if you get knocked down\nGet back up and try again\nAnd dont you ever lose that sparkle in your eyes\nDont bottle up your passion like a jar of fireflies\nIf you ever lose sight of your light\nAnd you feel like givin in\nDont you forget your faith in God above\nDont you forget your mom and daddys love\nWhen you fear, when you fail, when you feel youre gonna fall\nFollow your heart and always believe in the underdog\nDont buy a thing unless you can pay in cash\nGo ahead and throw those credit cards in the trash\nLove is a virtue, honesty is the key\nSay your prayers, brush your teeth, dont you watch too much TV\nIf youre down in the count one strike away\nChoke up and crowd the plate and put the ball in play\nKeep your nose down when you win\nKeep your head up when you lose\nAnd youre gonna lose\nAnd there will come a day\nWhen I will fly away\nSo make me smile while were apart\nYou gotta sing from you soul and play with all of your heart\nTheres a good chance your heart will break in two\nTrust that God has someone special planned for you\nDid you know I was down on love and luck\nWhen he sent your mom to me?\nSomeday youll have babies of your own\nSo cherish every moment, youre gonna blink and theyll be grown\nThe greatest honor that Ive ever had\nIs having you call me your dad\nBoys dont forget your faith in God above\nDont you forget your mom and daddys love\nWhen you fear, when you fail, when you feel youre gonna fall\nFollow your heart and always believe in the underdog\nWhen you fear, when you fail, when you feel youre gonna fall\nFollow your heart and always believe in the underdog", "He made the heavens and the earth\nSeparated day from night\nHe made man and it was good\nStill something wasnt right\nAnd all creation stood in awe\nAt the woman standing there\nWearing nothing but a smile\nAnd a flower in her hair\nAnd all along, the good lord knew\nWhat the world would be like without a girl like you\nYour loves the kind of beautiful\nThat will never be surpassed\nNow I know why he saved the best for last\nThere was someone who broke my heart\nLong before I fell for you\nI would have swore she was the one\nI thought she was my dream come true\nAs all the walls came crashing down\nI hit my knees right there\nLooking back Im thanking God\nFor that unanswered prayer\nAnd all along, the good lord knew\nWhat the world would be like without a girl like you\nYour loves the kind of beautiful\nThat will never be surpassed\nNow I know why he saved the best for last\nHow can I describe my love for you\nYoure my life youre my whole wide world\nIts kinda like a feeling I feel holding our new born baby girl\nAnd all along, the good lord knew\nWhat the world would be like without a girl like you\nYour loves the kind of beautiful\nThat will never be surpassed\nNow I know why he saved the best for last\nNow I know why he saved the best for last", "Everybody wants to be a star\nBut shooting stars always burn out way too soon\nAnd the sun is way too hot to hold\nAnd always leaves after every afternoon\nSo its not so bad to be the moon\nNo, it’s not so bad to be the moon\nSo dont you dare duck behind the clouds and hide\nYou help children dream and you make lovers swoon\nDont you know you’re strong enough to change the tide\nSo its not so bad to be the moon\nNo, its not so bad to be the moon\nEven poets say theres magic in your shine\nEvery night, the whole wide world looks up to you\nAnd to stare at the sun would leave them blind\nSo its not so bad to be the moon\nNo, its not so bad to be the moon\nIts not so bad to be the moon\nSo dont you dare duck behind the clouds and hide\nYou help children dream and you make lovers swoon\nDon’t you know you’re strong enough to change the tide\nSo its not so bad to be the moon\nNo, it’s not so bad to be the moon\nNo, its not so bad to be the moon\nNo, its not so bad to be the moon\nIts not so bad\nEverybody wants to be a star\nBut shooting stars always burn out way too soon", "He was just eighteen\nFull of fire and gasoline\nHe was lean and mean\nAnd they called him Texas\nHe went off to war\nTo a far and distant shore\nHe’d never left his home before\nHe was from Texas\nAs they stormed that beach one foggy summer day\nHe said if I don’t make it back promise me one thing\nTake me home if I die\nWhen I’m gone don’t ya cry\nFind some shade right beside a live oak tree\nSing those old songs of faith\nI’ll fly away amazing grace\nBut you find comfort knowing that my soul found peace\nAnd you can bury me beneath the deep blue skies of Texas\nWell she was just eighteen\nPrettiest thing he’d ever seen\nLike a real life beauty queen\nAnd someday she’d be his wife\nBut for the next four years\nShe fought back her tears\nWhile he fought back his fears\nFighting for his life\nAnd in his darkest hours\nHer love would bring him a light\nHe would read her letters\nHe would pray at night\nTake me home if I die\nWhen I’m gone don’t ya cry\nFind some shade right beside a live oak tree\nSing those old songs of faith\nI’ll fly away amazing grace\nBut you find comfort knowing that my soul found peace\nAnd you can bury me beneath the deep blue skies of Texas\nHe always said the real heroes\nNever made it back home\nAnd though the war was long over\nYou know for him it still lived on\nAnd it still lives on\nWhen he was eighty-three\nStill full of fire and gasoline\nHe was still lean and mean\nAnd they still called him Texas\nAnd on the day he died\nShe was right there by his side\nShe held his hand as she softly sang his lullaby\nTake me home if I die\nWhen I’m gone don’t ya cry\nFind some shade right beside a live oak tree\nSing those old songs of faith\nI’ll fly away amazing grace\nBut you find comfort knowing that my soul found peace\nAnd you can bury me\nYou can bury me\nYou can bury me beneath the deep blue skies of Texas", "My mountain is a mole hill\nMy thrones a busted chair\nThis crown has turned to rust\nAnd its all tangled in my hair\nThis high horse that I ride on\nIts gonna buckle at the knee\nUpon my castle made of sand\nI cannot be the king of me\nTheres the man in white\nHis words are painted red\nTheres power in his blood\nAnd only truth in what he said\nTheres the man in black\nWith a needle in his vein\nLying flat upon his back\nThis is the prayer that he once prayed\nHe said\nMy mountain is a mole hill\nMy thrones a busted chair\nThis crown has turned to rust\nAnd its all tangled in my hair\nThis high horse that I ride on\nIts gonna buckle at the knee\nOn my castle made of sand\nI cannot be the king of me\nAnd this harem in my heart\nIs filled with pot metal and fools gold\nOnce your statue turns to dirt\nAll thats left in the end is your soul\nGod save your soul\nSo he said, shout out of control\nWith all your heart and soul\nThough this cold world may tear you apart\nLet the whole world know\nx2\nLord, I am just a man\nI cannot be the king of me", "If you dont care, Id like the rocking chair\nIt would mean a lot to me, it kinda fits me perfectly\nAnd that picture book from those trips we took\nId like to keep a few keepsakes to help when my heart aches\nSo let me put it all out on the table\nGirl, Ive got my suitcase by the door\nYou just say the word and Ill be long gone\nIf home aint where your heart is anymore\nYou know I could be there by the morning\nSo long, adios San Antonio\nAm I right or wrong?\nAm I moving on?\nAm I Amarillo?\nPack the garage, saddle up the Dodge\nFix the horse trailer taillight and Ill be gone tonight\nOne last love you, head towards Plainview\nStop and hang with my ol friend\nGet three sheets to that West Texas wind\nSo let me put it all out on the table\nGirl, Ive got my suitcase by the door\nYou just say the word and Ill be long gone\nIf home aint where your heart is anymore\nYou know I could be there by the morning\nSo long, adios San Antonio\nAm I right or wrong?\nAm I moving on?\nAm I Amarillo?\nWell, Ill be at that Golden Light every Friday night, the cover charge is free\nI wont be hard to find should you find your heart is missing me\nSo baby, let me put it all out on the table\nGirl, Ive got my suitcase by the door\nYou just say the word and Ill be long gone\nIf home aint where your heart is anymore\nYou know I could be there by the morning\nSo long, adios San Antonio\nAm I right or wrong?\nAm I moving on?\nAm I Amarillo?\nAm I right or wrong?\nAm I moving on?", "I still wear his old, faded, red bandana\nI use it to wipe the sweat away from my brow\nYou know I used it to dry my eyes on the day that he left me\nWhat I wouldnt give to have him here still wearing it now\nIt’s hard to believe itll be 20 years come November\nMan, sometimes I swear it seems like only last Fall\nI can still hear the wisdom in his words like well-spoken poetry\nI can still see the salt rings on his old 20X Resistol\nOh, but the days turned to months into ages\nJust as sure as barbed wire turns into rust\nOld cowboys ride off into the sunset\nAshes to ashes, dust to dust\nAshes to ashes, dust to dust\nAshes to ashes, dust to dust\nAshes to ashes, dust to dust", "Somewhere on a nowhere road I hear you whisper this\nSlow that Mustang down, come on and steal my kiss\nGirl I’ve got you in my arms, coming all undone\nNo fences in your heart run wild horses\nRun free as the wind my passion on your skin\nYour lips on mine run wild horses\nRun out of control deep down in your soul\nWe become one, run wild horses run\nOut there on that sunset strip those stars come out at night\nBut they don’t shine like you, you’ve got your own spot light\nGirl I want to take you home, wanna get you all alone\nUnleash this love of mine run wild horses\nRun free as the wind my passion on your skin\nYour lips on mine run wild horses\nRun out of control deep down in your soul\nWe become one, run wild horses run\nRun wild horses run\nSo let’s break these chains and go down like the setting sun\nNo love don’t need these reigns no we can’t be bound can’t tie us down run wild horses\nRun free as the wind my passion on your skin\nYour lips on mine run wild horses\nRun out of control deep down in your soul\nWe become one, run wild horses run\nRun free as the wind my passion on your skin\nYour lips on mine run wild horses\nRun out of control deep down in your soul\nWe become one, run wild horses run\nRun wild horses run\nRun wild horses run", "Defying odds, Im defying gravity\nRising above all the negativity\nIve got a long list of things that they said I couldnt do\nI didnt know I couldnt fly therefore I flew\nSo, I scratch and claw, chisel and chip\nWith a heart-shaped hammer and a good firm grip\nKeep on swinging, climbing those charts\nSharing that soul til youre touching those hearts\nI dont wanna waste even one breath\nDont wanna waste time being scared to death\nSo take that leap of faith\nGo and shake your fear of flying\nCause if you dont believe then you wont\nSo keep on losing until you dont\nYou know you get just what you give so\nLive or die trying\nYou gotta work your hands to the bone\nAnd keep your dreams to the grindstone\nIf it was easy thered be nothing to it\nDaddy said if it was easy everyone would do it\nIve had doors slammed in my face\nI know well the taste of last place\nYou get back up fighting when you fall\nThe worst thing you can do is do nothing at all\nI dont wanna waste even one breath\nDont wanna waste time being scared to death\nSo take that leap of faith\nGo and shake your fear of flying\nCause if you dont believe then you wont\nSo keep on losing until you dont\nYou know you get just what you give so\nLive or die trying\nCause you know fame is just a name thats gonna fade away\nLong to be forgotten once its chiseled on your grave\nFortune is a frame of mind so dont sell your soul\nThere aint no luggage rack when it comes your time to go\nSay a prayer for the weary, broken-hearted and the poor\nSay a prayer for the rich and greedy always wanting more\nMake a wish upon a star, blow a kiss up to the moon\nAnd live your life for those who got their wings too soon\nI dont wanna waste even one breath\nDont wanna waste time being scared to death\nSo take that leap of faith\nGo and shake your fear of flying\nIf you dont believe then you wont\nSo keep on losing until you dont\nYou know you get just what you give so\nLive or die trying\nYou know you get just what you give so\nLive or die trying\nDefying odds, Im defying gravity\nRising above all the negativity\nIve got a long list of things they said I couldnt do\nI didnt know I couldnt fly, therefore I flew", "Girl you don’t have to get dolled up, old T-shirt on you, will do just fine. Besides, you know nothing stays on you too\nLong, once you’re in these arms of mine. And I’ve seen you pretty in pink, I’ve seen you beautiful in blue. I have to say\nI love the way my lips look on you\nSo lay back baby and close your eyes. Let me run my fingers through your hair, Soft kisses down the side of your neck, and\nWe both know where it goes from there. Girl even after all these years, lovin you still feels brand new, I just have to\nSay, I love the way my lips look on you\nThat cotton dress that you wore tonight looked amazing on you, and that’s for sure. And not as good as it does right now\nLyin there on our bedroom floor. And I like the way I make you blush, I wanna take you where we’ve never been, I wanna\nWhisper in your ear, I wanna taste your sweet skin\nSo lay back baby and close your eyes. Let me run my fingers through your hair, Soft kisses down the side of your neck, and\nWe both know where it goes from there. Girl even after all these years, lovin you still feels brand new, I just have to\nSay, I love the way my lips look on you\nSo lay back baby and close your eyes. Let me run my fingers through your hair, Soft kisses down the side of your neck, and\nWe both know where it goes from there. Girl even after all these years, lovin you still feels brand new, I just have to\nSay, I love the way my lips look on you\nI just have to say, I love the way my lips look on you", "First moment I saw your face\nI was moved by amazing grace\nAnd I cried like a baby\nJust like Ill do walking you down the aisle\nI found fortune like diamonds in the love of a daughter\nWorth more than all the gold in the world\nAnd they say that a son is the pride of a father\nBut my heart belongs to my little girl\nDiamonds and daughters, precious and few\nDiamonds and daughters, timeless and true\nDont you ever forget that your heart is divine\nYou belong to the one who made you sparkle and shine\nDiamonds and daughters\nAnd Ill be there for you every step of the way\nFrom your very first breath until my dying day\nAnd the woman I see in that white wedding gown\nIs just my little girl saying, Daddy wont you spin me around?\nDiamonds and daughters, precious and few\nDiamonds and daughters, timeless and true\nDont you ever forget that your heart is divine\nYou belong to the one who made you sparkle and shine\nDiamonds and daughters\nDiamonds and daughters\nDiamonds and daughters, precious and few\nDiamonds and daughters, timeless and true\nDont you ever forget that your heart is divine\nYou belong to the one who made you sparkle and shine\nDiamonds and daughters\nFirst moment I saw your face\nI was moved by amazing grace", "Ive been heart broken, broke down\nHard up and hard fought\nMisunderstood, misguided\nAnd Ive missed by a longshot\nI understand firsthand\nIve been where you been\nDont you forget\nEvery sunset will become a sunrise soon again\nSo be bold and be brave\nAnd beware of those schemes\nStay razor sharp and find your mark\nAs you go chase your dreams\nWatch out for those dangers\nAlways dancing in the dark\nWhen the shadows of the nights shoot out the lights\nI know youll be the spark\nSo promise me before you go\nFollow your arrow\nYou will pray to never stray from straight and narrow\nBe steadfast and steady\nAlways be ready\nAim for the stars and the sky\nTake heart, pull it back and let it fly\nGood things come to those who pray\nSo dont you chalk it up to chance\nAnd never let your arrow be led by arrogance\nFill your quiver full of courage\nShow this world youre heaven sent\nKeep a good head on your shoulders\nEvery arrow needs a fine piece of flint\nSo promise me before you go\nFollow your arrow\nYou will pray to never stray from straight and narrow\nBe steadfast and steady\nAlways be ready\nAim for the stars and the sky\nTake heart, pull it back\nAnd let it fly on the wings of an angel\nLet it fly with the grace of a dove\nThrough the lightning and thunder\nNever aimlessly wander\nLet it fly with kindness and love\nLet it fly with kindness and love\nLet it fly\nLet it fly\nPromise me before you go, follow your arrow\nYou will pray to never stray from straight and narrow\nBe steadfast and steady\nAlways be ready\nAim for the stars and the sky\nTake heart, pull it back and\nPromise me before you go, follow your arrow\nYou will pray to never stray from straight and narrow\nBe steadfast and steady\nAlways be ready\nAim for the stars and the sky\nTake heart, pull it back and let it fly\nSo stand firm in your faith as you raise up your bow\nFear not the dragon, you are the arrow", "58 lost their lives\nMothers and fathers, husbands and wives\n58, every daughter and son\nLeft a long trail of tears, along 91\n58 got wings way too soon\nWaltzin across the stars and the moon\n58 angels singin’ along\nForever missed, this is your song", "By about the time that I came around\nHed grown tired, his health was headed southbound\nHe was slow climbing in the saddle\nBut once he was up, he could fly\nLord, he could fly\nHe told me stories ’bout the California gold\nWorking with Shorty in that West Texas cold\nHe was rough as a cop, tougher than nails\nBut when he talked about her, he would cry\nOh, how hed cry\nAnd I learned how to rope and I learned how to pray\nAnd how actions speak louder than any words you may say\nLike busting broncs, I’ve hung on for dear life\nTo everything that he ever said\nOh, and though hes long gone\nIm still out here riding with Red\nI never liked or learned too much from school\nHe taught me the hard knocks and the Golden Rule\nHow to chew, how to spit, work hard and never quit\nHe gave me money so I could spend it on the girls\nAnd I learned how to rope and I learned how to pray\nAnd how actions speak louder than any words you may say\nLike busting broncs, Ive hung on for dear life\nTo everything that he ever said\nOh, and though hes long gone\nIm still out here riding with Red\nAnd I learned how to rope and I learned how to pray\nAnd how actions speak louder than any words you may say\nAnd like busting broncs, I’ve hung on for dear life\nTo everything that he ever said\nAnd I’ll keep singing his song\nSo his memory lives on\nOh, and though hes long gone\nI’m still out here riding with Red\nRiding with Red", "Im a tired troubadour, nothing less, nothing more\nJust a traveler singing my song\nIm a hopeless romantic, melodically frank\nA vagabond that dont belong\nFull of wishing well wishes for gone farewell kisses\nA drifter with daredevil dreams\nMy illusions delusion has come to conclusion\nThis worlds not what it seems\nTheres no place like home sweet home\nWhen Im down on my luck, hungry, hard up and low\nYou keep the fire burning strong, youre my coat from the cold\nInside those windows and walls, youre the heart and the soul\nYou wash my worries away whenever I hear you say\nYou will never be alone\nWherever you are, youre never too far from home sweet...\nHome is the sound of feet on the ground\nRunning in as you walk through the door\nAll the smiles and the laughter, the love that youre after\nIs there as you kneel to the floor\nWhen Im gone for too long, you go leave the light on\nAlways waiting on me patiently\nAnd time after time, when Im out of my mind\nYou refresh my memory\nCause theres no place like home sweet home\nWhen Im down on my luck, hungry, hard up and low\nYou keep the fire burning strong, youre my coat from the cold\nInside those windows and walls, youre the heart and the soul\nYou wash my worries away whenever I hear you say\nYou will never be alone\nWherever you are, youre never too far\nWherever you are, youre never too far\nFrom home sweet home\nHome sweet home\nHome sweet home\nHome sweet home", "Now this is a true story for the most part\nThat occurred on the top floor of this bigwig record executives office in Nashville, Tennessee\nNow understand Im not poking any fun or disrespecting anybody\nGod knows I love country music with all my heart and soul\nAnd I love the Grand Ole Opry\nBut I do have a problem with someone who cant even play a D chord on a guitar\nTelling someone with a dream that they wont get far\nSo this song is dedicated to all those underdogs like me out there running around\nDont get discouraged if you have a dream\nDont be afraid to chase it down\nIts how it goes\nHe said, Son, dont get offended by what Im about to say\nI can see you have a passion\nFor the songs you write and play\nBut you lack what we all call commercial appeal\nAnd you just dont have what it takes\nTo make it here in Nashville\nOuch...\nWell my heart felt like a train wreck\nBut I wore a smile on my face\nI said, Thank you for your time, sir\nPut my guitar back in its case\nOur little conversation was like a revelation\nRedirecting my dreams\nCause God knows Id never sell my soul to rock n roll or rap\nOr wear those tight skinny jeans\nCause you know Id rather sing my own songs\nThan be a puppet on a string\nIll wear what I want to wear\nIm gonna sing what I wanna sing\nHeaven knows all I need\nIs my faith, my fans, my friends and my family\nBesides Id rather be an old fence post in Texas\nThan the king of Tennessee\nSo I loaded up my old pickup truck\nAnd I drove back home to Amarillo\nGot a gig off old route 66\nAt this ballroom called The Armadillo\nAnd for the first thousand shows or so\nNot a soul showed up\nI thought about quitting every other day\nBut I just kept on kicking that cup\nYeah, I kept kicking that can surrounded by blood, sweat, and beers\nAnd wouldnt you know I became an overnight sensation\nIn just over ten years\nAnd now Im packing out all the dance halls\nAnd the rodeos every night\nI got a pretty wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a boat\nId say Im doing alright\nAnd you know Id rather sing my own songs\nThan be a puppet on a string\nIll wear what I want to wear\nIm gonna sing what I wanna sing\nHeaven knows all I need\nIs my faith, my fans, my friends and my family\nBesides Id rather be an old fence post in Texas\nThan the king of Tennessee\nOh, how bout a little front porch picking, boys\nWell, wouldnt you know that old record man\nShowed up one night at this honky tonking bar\nAfter my show he said, Son, I believe you might be the next big country star\nHe said, We like how you keep it raw\nWe like how you keeping it real\nAnd I think you may just have what we all like to call commercial appeal\nHuh, aint that something\nWell, sir...\nId rather sing my own songs\nThan be a puppet on a string\nIll wear what I want to wear\nAnd Im gonna sing what I wanna sing\nHeaven knows all I need\nIs my faith, my fans, my friends and my family\nBesides Id rather be an old fence post in Texas\nThan the king of Tennessee\nGod bless Tennessee\nBut Id rather be just an old fence post in Texas\nThan sell my soul to rock n roll or rap\nOr wear those tight fitting skinny jeans", "Now there you go givin that eye\nWith your hand on my thigh\nYou got me swervin all over the place\nYou got me wantin and needin\nYoure the reason for my speedin\nAnd you know you cant blame it on the breaks\nBlame it on those baby blues\nFor lookin like you do\nBlame it on your slow dancin, county road romancin\nBlame it on the moonlight shinin bright\nTailgate kind of summer night\nBlame it on you for lovin me so true\nGirl you can blame it on your smile, your whisper, and your touch\nBlame it on your lips for kissin me so much\nBlame it on those baby blues\nBut you cant blame me for lovin you\nYeah when the sun goes down on the sleepy little town\nYou turn my world into a country love song\nTake a good long look in the mirror\nNaw, it couldnt be any clearer\nAnd youll see what turns my radio on\nThe way you love me\nCant get enough of me\nRain or shine, all the time, with all your heart and soul\nIll be lookin in your eyes\nBy the time the sunrise comes\nShinin through your bedroom window\nNo, no matter what you do\nGirl you cant blame me for lovin you\nYou can blame it on those baby blues\nFor lookin like you do", "I was singing at the ol Broken Spoke\nI could have swore she came walking in\nForgot the words to a song that I wrote\nMust be losing my mind once again\nHer daddy is a southern Baptist preacher\nI had to choose her or the bars where I sang\nNow when I call I cant seem to reach her\nIm gonna find her if its the last thing\nChorus:\nSo Ill drive all night long\nTill I find where we went wrong\nBut theres no love in sight -\nJust those lonely Lubbock lights\nI was ready to give up the road\nAs I turned onto her street\nBut the silhouette there in her window\nWas of someone who once looked like me\nId placed a price on her heart\nBut someone else collected the bounty\nNow this lost soul dont know where to start\nI think Im lost somewhere in Hale County\nChorus\nThat west Texas wind grew colder\nAs I left her further behind me\nSometimes I stop and cry on the shoulder\nCause every town I pass helps to remind me\nChorus", "Wed walk up and down the Concho River\nWed find a soft place to watch the sun go down\nSo was it me or was it what I could not give you\nShe left me shattered, my life scattered all around\nChorus:\nShe said time would heal my broken heart\nAnd Id find a true companion for my soul\nYou know she was right, we were wrong\nNothing more than a pretty song\nAbout a boy who loved a girl\nIn San Angelo\nRepeat Intro\nWhen Id close my eyes, I could hear her singing\nIn the chapel where she said wed wed someday\nIt rattled me so to hear them old church bells ringing\nKnowing well enough wed never love that way\nRepeat Chorus\nLooking back it was a blessing she broke my heart in two\nBut if I had never lost her, baby Id have never found you\nRepeat Chorus\nAbout a boy who once loved a girl in San Angelo", "Willies riding shotgun, Wayons sleepin in the back\nBilly Graham is preaching about Jesus Christ with the Man in Black\nLennons talking politics, Dylans mumblin on his phone\nOl Kristofferson says turn it up Merle thats a Tom Petty song\nYeah\nNo, Elvis aint dead, he just got tired of the velvet and the press\nHes hangin out with Emmylou and Gram Parsons on a boat out in Key West\nAnd speaking of Memphis, the best blues band in town\nPlays every Tuesday night, Stevie Ray and Jimmy tune it up and burn it down\nJust like my heroes Im as free as the wind\nSinging those old songs just like they did back then\nSome are here and some are gone\nOld habits die hard and legends live on and on\nSomebody said they saw Janis Joplin and Kurt Cobain\nAt a little dive thirty miles outside the east side of LA\nSinatra and Sammy Davis, Buddy Holly and the Big Bopper\nAre all hangin out at Night Hawks drinking whiskey with Eddie Hopper\nJust like my heroes Im as free as the wind\nSinging those old songs just like they did back then\nSome are here and some are gone\nOld habits die hard and legends live on and on and on\nLegends live on\nI had dream one night, one day I was at this South Texas cafe\nPlaying 42 with Townes Van Zandt and Ernest Hemmingway\nWe had Hank on the jukebox, burning that pipe tobacco slow\nMy ol man chimed in and said Kids these days need to dig deeper to find their soul\nCan I get an amen?\nDig deeper to find your soul\nBetter pick up that shovel and get to work\nJust like my heroes Im as free as the wind\nSinging those old songs just like they did back then\nSome are here, some are gone\nOld habits die hard and legends live on and on\nJust like my heroes Im as free as the wind\nSinging those old songs just like they did back then\nSome are here and some are gone\nOld habits die hard and legends live on and on and on\nLegends live on\nLegends live on\nLegends live on and on and on\nLegends live on\nLegends live on\nLegends live on and on and on\nAnd on and on and on", "Lets turn the world off, let’s turn the lights down low\nLets turn on something sexy on the stereo\nLets call room service, let’s order drinks for two\nYoure watching reruns in bed, meanwhile, Im watching you\nGirl, youre mine for the weekend\nSo lay back and relax, Ill let you find your groove\nMine, all mine, for the weekend\nSo Im gonna take my sweet time to make my move\nJust like a soft, slow kiss, no need in rushing this\nWanna learn your every want and need and curve and tenderness\nNo rush to seal that deal cause well make time stand still\nAnd if it tries to fly away we’ll stop that clock until\nWe’ve used it up right, girl, weve got all night\nSo, don’t make any plans, Ive got nothing but you on my hands\nYeah, yeah\nWanna taste a fine wine, wanna taste those sweet red lips\nI wanna dance across your skin using my fingertips\nYou know I know you, but I wanna know you more\nSo put that Do Not Disturb sign outside on our door\nGirl, youre mine for the weekend\nSo lay back and relax, Ill let you find your groove\nMine, all mine, for the weekend\nSo I’m gonna take my sweet time to make my move\nJust like a soft, slow kiss, no need in rushing this\nWanna learn your every want and need and curve and tenderness\nNo rush to seal that deal cause well make time stand still\nAnd if it tries to fly away well stop that clock until\nWeve used it up right, girl, weve got all night\nSo, dont make any plans, Ive got nothing but you on my hands\nI can feel your body shaking\nIve got nothing but you on my hands\nAnd all these memories were making\nJust like a soft, slow kiss, no need in rushing this\nWanna learn your every want and need and curve and tenderness\nNo rush to seal that deal cause well make time stand still\nAnd if it tries to fly away well stop that clock until\nWeve used it up right, girl, weve got all night\nSo, dont make any plans, Ive got nothing but you on my hands\nIve got nothing but you on my hands\nIve got nothing but you on my hands", "Here we go....\nYoure too hard to handle\nScandal after scandal\nYou must think Im naive\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nIts wild alibis and those outrageous lies\nYou expect me to believe\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nWell, Ive thought about it and Ive made up my mind\nIts time we call it quits\nYou know you may be fun for Saturday night\nBut the rest of the week is the pits\nMeasure what we have between the good and the bad\nAnd theres just too much uncertainty\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nBecause you placed the blame on the pink champagne\nFor dancin naked on New Years Eve\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nIll buy a one-way ticket to destination - you pick it\nAnywhere from Tulsa to Tel Aviv\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nWell, Ive thought about it and Ive made up my mind\nIts time we call it quits\nYou know you may be fun for Saturday night\nBut the rest of the week is the pits\nAnytime youre nice, I cant help but think twice\nTheres always something up your sleeve\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nAw yeah....", "Its a one stoplight red light, dont diss it\nDont blink - if you do, you might miss it\nIt dont look like much I know but\nThis place has heart and soul\nIts where love was born and loved ones are buried\nA little church where we got married\nLiving life like a black and white movie\nAfter all this time you still move me\nYears and years of tears and smiles\nGood memories go for miles\nYeah I love this town\nNo there aint a road we aint been down\nYeah Im still here and youre still here beside me riding around\nGirl just like an old love song\nPlaying on and on and on and on\nWell keep on going strong\nTune out the world when it goes wrong\nDont you know that everybody dreams about what we found\nA big love in a small town\nIts a mom and pop corner shop five and dimer\nMy granddaddy bought my new old timer\nA six pack and a pack of smokes\nPeanut patties and cherry cokes\nThey roll up those sidewalks at night\nBut thats alright\nYeah I love this town\nNo there aint a road we aint been down\nYeah Im still here and youre still here beside me riding around\nGirl just like an old love song\nPlaying on and on and on and on\nWell keep on going strong\nTune out the world when it goes wrong\nDont you know that everybody dreams about what we found\nA big love in a small town\nRaising crops and raising kids\nLike our folks and their parents did\nSome say were behind the times\nLike thats a bad thing\nBut baby thats a good thing\nYeah I love this town\nNo there aint a road we aint been down\nYeah Im still here and youre still here beside me riding around\nGirl just like an old love song\nPlaying on and on and on and on\nWell keep on going strong\nTune out the world when it goes wrong\nDont you know that everybody dreams about what we found\nDont you know that everybody dreams about what we found\nA big love in a small town\nA big love in a small town\nA big love in a small town\nWe got a big love, big love\nWe got a big love, big love\nA big love in a small town", "She was home all alone on a Saturday Night\nShe was all dressed up, not a thing going on\nWhen this online dating infomercial caught her eye\nShe laughed and thought to herself\nAll the good ones are gone\nStill she jumped on the net, filled out her registration\nWell luckily gave her a age and occupation\nHow much do you make what do you love to do\nTake care congratulations found the perfect match for you\nShe thought oooh. last thing I need is another\nPickup truck and some pickup line oooh. from some wannabe cowboy\nWasting my time with red roses and wine\nI love fast cars, slow kisses, John Wayne movies\nAnd I dont mind dancing, I wanna fall in love\nWanna waltz across Texas, looking for a good ole fashion romance\nNow at the very same time, on the other side of town\nHis busted up broken heart, was lookin for a rebound\nAnd that online dating infomercial caught his eye\nHe had nothing to lose so he gave it a try\nHe thought ooh. last thing I need is another pretty girl\nWho just wants to have fun oooh. but when he read what she wrote\nThat is when he said to himself, this ones the one\nI love fast cars slow kisses, John Wayne movies\nAnd I dont mind dancing, I wanna fall in love\nWanna waltz across Texas, Im looking for a good ole fashion romance\nOooh. some find true love in a bar, in a church love will find you\nWhere ever your at, they struck a match made in heaven\nWho wouldnt want to find something like that\nThey loved fast cars slow kisses, John Wayne movies\nAnd they dont mind dancing, they walk down the isle\nThen they waltz across Texas, finally found a good ole fashion romance\nGood ole country fashion romance, fast cars slow months", "We were just ten years old when we bonded for life\nIn that Maple tree, you and me, and my old timer knife\nThe trade we made with the blade sealed a deal like no others\nYeah, it hurt like hell but not a teardrop fell\nWe were blood brothers\nSame soul with a different shade of skin\nBlood is thicker than water\nWe were thick as thieves through the thick and thin\nGrowing up in a world calling us different colors\nBut it was more than black and white\nWish everyone would act like blood brothers\nRemember when you busted up my lip and I dotted your right eye?\nI liked your sister, so I kissed her behind the bleachers in junior high\nMan you were red hot mad, we got suspended from school\nAnd we spend the rest of the day fishing our problems away\nCause we were blood brothers\nSame soul with a different shade of skin\nBlood is thicker than water\nWe were thick as thieves through the thick and thin\nGrowing up in a world calling us different colors\nBut it was more than black and white\nWish everyone would act like blood brothers\nBlood brothers\nWhen we learn to look through His eyes in heaven above\nWell see with all hate and heartache theres nothing stronger than love\nWhen we learn to look through His eyes in heaven above\nWell see with all hate and heartache theres nothing stronger than love\nWe were blood brothers\nSame soul with a different shade of skin\nBlood is thicker than water\nWe were thick as thieves through the thick and thin\nGrowing up in a world calling us different colors\nBut it was more than black and white\nWish everyone would act like blood brothers\nSame soul with a different shade of skin\nBlood is thicker than water\nWe were thick as thieves through the thick and thin\nGrowing up in a world calling us different colors\nBut it was more than black and white\nWish everyone would act like blood brothers\nBlood brothers\nBlood brothers", "No, there aint nothin like a summer on a Saturday night\nLove is in the air and life is right\nPut on your dancin boots, slip your red dress on\nAnd Ill pour the wine and play your favorite song\nI wanna swing you round the kitchen floor\nAnd leave a trail of clothes all the way through the bedroom door\nI turn out the porch light\nI want to take you home tonight\nI wanna feel your heartbeat next to mine\nI wanna feel your desire, then take you higher\nThen those stars up in the moon light sky\nWere gonna fly, were gonna fly\nI dont wanna leave this house\nI wanna take you home\nDont wanna leave this house\nI wanna take you home tonight\nNo, there aint nothin like a Sunday mornin sunrise\nWhen you wake me with your sweet surprise\nTheres no kids around, its been a while\nSince Ive seen that come an get me smile\nNo, we dont have to go to Mexico\nTo find some getaway somewhere along the coast\nCause right here is just right\nIm gonna take you home tonight\nI wanna feel your heartbeat next to mine\nI wanna feel your desire, then take you higher\nThen those stars up in the moon light sky\nWere gonna fly, were gonna fly\nI dont wanna leave this house\nI wanna take you home\nDont wanna leave this house\nI wanna take you home tonight\nI wanna feel your heartbeat next to mine\nI wanna feel your desire, then take you higher\nThen those stars up in the moon light sky\nWere gonna fly, were gonna fly\nI dont wanna leave this house\nI wanna take you home\nDont wanna leave this house\nI wanna take you home\nDont wanna leave this house\nI wanna take you home tonight\nTake you home tonight\nTake you home tonight", "Born and raised in oklahoma the young man moved to tennessee\nHe started runnin with the devil chasin that honky tonkers dream\nWell at some dive out on lifes highway headed southbound\nShe was sent from up above and her true love turned his world around\nChorus:\nGod bless angels and pray for outlaws\nTo find a new found love for their lost cause\nLord knows she loved him despite all his flaws\nAnd he loved her cause she made him wanna be\nA better man\nNo there werent no halo above her beautiful brown hair\nNo he never saw her wings he always knew that they were there\nLord she had this way of knowin when he needed her the most\nIts like she had some kind of connection with the father son\nAnd the holy ghost\nRepeat chorus\nLord know it wasnt cold as hell\nLike everybody thought it would be\nLord it was actually a beautiful july morning\nWhen he and that preacher man came walkin\nUp out of that tree\nRepeat chorus\nHe loved her cause she made him wanna be\nA better man\nAnd he was", "Bluebonnets down a long stretch of hill country highway\nWindows down, radio up, ride shotgun next to you\nYou were smoking Camel Lights behind the wheel I can still hear you say\nThree hundred thousand miles you cant beat an ol beat up Chevrolet\nWell Grannys in the kitchen, smell of fried chicken frying\nShes cooking in her apron singing along with Patsy Cline\nPlaying ball in the front yard, little sister runs in crying\nShe climbs up in her arms, I hear her laughing through the old screen door\nThey dont make em like they used to\nThey dont make em like they used to\nThey dont make em like you anymore\nThey dont make em like they used to\nThey dont make em like they used to\nThey dont make em like you anymore\nWell the days have changed since the golden days in some ways weve come so far\nBut I never dreamed wed trade the American Dream for a fancy foreign car\nHave we sold our souls to save a buck traded hard work for dumb luck\nAnd those old country songs are sounding better than ever before\nThey dont make em like they used to\nThey dont make em like they used to\nThey dont make em like you anymore\nNow they dont make em like they used to\nThey dont make em like they used to\nThey dont make em like you anymore\nSo you live the kind of life so long after youre long gone\nYoull always be there in their hearts and your love light will shine on\nAnd someday theyll sit around down at John Ts Country Store\nTheyll be laughing over stories you told a thousand times before, saying\nSay it, they dont make em like you anymore\nThey dont make em like you anymore\nThey dont make em like they used to\nThey dont make em like they used to\nThey dont make em like you anymore\nThey dont make em like they used to\nThey dont make em like they used to\nThey dont make em like you anymore\nWell no news is good news, tell me whose news really tells the truth\nThe death toll rises high as gas prices shoot straight through the roof\nMeanwhile politicians preach while some preachers politic\nWell we need is lots of love, yeah, lots of love might do the trick\nInstead we criticize, we glamorize whos right or wrong, whos left or right\nMissing out on so many beautiful colors fighting over whats black and white\nWeve gotta forgive, gotta learn to live together, make the world a better place\nAnd just maybe someday somebody somewhere will look back on today\nLook back on us and say\nThey dont make em like they used to\nThey dont make em like they used to\nThey dont make em like you anymore", "", "He wanted someone who loves the land as much as he does\nSomeone who knows the blessin of a good hard rain\nSomebody simple and strong that he knows he can count on\nSoft as the wind, youre bold enough to bless his name\nThats why God loves cowboys, I believe theres a place in his heart\nCause when the herd needs tendin, the fences needs mendin\nHe knows theyll work hard, on his great big ranch called life\nCause they love and take care of all its creations\nFrom the horses they ride to those broken hearted honky tonk angels\nOooooh\nThats why God loves cowboys\nHe knew they need room and freedom\nSo he gave em Texas and those big Montana skies\nHe was there when he heard those prayers coming from shying\nRight beside that young man on his last ride\nThats why God loves cowboys, I believe theres a place in his heart\nCause when the herd needs tendin and the fences needs mendin\nHe knows theyll work hard, on his great big ranch called life\nCause they love and take care of all its creations\nFrom the horses they ride to those broken hearted honky tonk angels\nOoooooh\nThats why God loved cowboys\nOoh those cold nights get lonely\nHe needs more then just a good fire keeping him warm\nOoh theres nothing more holy\nThan a love of a woman weather life storm\nThats why God loves cowgirls, I believe theres a place in his heart\nCause when the herd needs tendin and the fences needs mendin\nHe knows theyll work hard, on his great big ranch called life\nCause they love and take care of all its creations\nFrom the horses they ride to those broken hearted honky tonk heros\nOoooooh\nThats why God loves cowgirls\nOoooooh\nThats why God loves cowboys", "One, two, three, four\nWe all got troubles, we all got pain\nEverybodys got their own versions of cocaine\nNobodys perfect like a thorn on a rose\nIve got a closet full of skeletons underneath my clothes\nLong overdue for confessing my confession\nIm the hypocrite poster-boy, perfected imperfection\nTake your heart out on the highway\nWhen you hit the road again\nYoure always treating every stranger\nThat you meet like an old friend\nNo, life doesnt have a rewind so dont live it with regret\nAnd you better watch out where you flick your cigarette\nSo dont be starting fires unless youre getting cold\nMix it up with wine and music and a loved one to hold\nI dont throw stones, dont want no one throwin em back\nSo save yourself the trouble and go cut the world some slack\nYou take your heart out on the highway\nWhen you hit the road again\nYoure always treating every stranger\nThat you meet like an old friend\nJust like an old friend\nWe all got troubles, we all got pain\nEverybodys got their own versions of cocaine\nLeft wing or right wing, it takes both wings for flight\nCant you hear the children singing?\nRed and yellow, black and white\nSo stop your fightin, start unitin, sing along\nI think wed all agree we love a Tom Petty song\nYou take your heart out on the highway\nWhen you hit the road again\nYoure always treating every stranger\nThat you meet like an old friend\nYou take your heart out on the highway\nWhen you hit the road again\nYoure always treating every stranger\nThat you meet like an old friend\nJust like an old friend \nJust like an old friend \nTreating every stranger \nJust like an old friend", "Well this southern wind sings to me\nLike a shiner band parade\nLike an old flipped over six string\nFor some lefty they call Cobain\nAnd the man in black right down to his shoes\nFell in love with June\nAnd the roaring of the inmates\nAs he sang Cocaine Blues\nWhere did they go, I know where to\nYou think they knew or had no clue\nYou think I told them boys Youve done everything I needed you to do\nYou think they had done something wrong, they even wrote it in their songs\nYou think they thought it took too long for them to pay their dues\nWhen their work was through\nAnd two birds fell down in Tennessee\nPatsy Cline and Mr. Reeves\nAnd Four Walls still plays at the Broken Spoke\nWhere Bob Wills is still the king\nAnd the fire flies high from the strat guitar lyin down in Jimis knees\nAnd its put out by a Texas Flood as Mr. Vaughan begins to sing\nWhere did they go, I know where to\nYou think they knew or had no clue\nYou think I told them boys Youve done everything I needed you to do\nYou think they had done something wrong, they even wrote it in their songs\nYou think they thought it took too long for them to pay their dues\nWhen their work was through\nWhere did they go, I know where to\nYou think they knew or had no clue\nYou think I told them boys Youve done everything I needed you to do\nYou think they had done something wrong, they even wrote it in their songs\nYou think they thought it took too long for them to pay their dues\nWhen their work was through", "I know a thing or two about love\nBut theres no doubt that I dont know three\nI know well, how it comes to an end\nLike when you walked out on ol Bandit and me\nAnd Id be lonely again\nIf for not my best friend\nBy my side when it all falls apart\nTime after time Ive been burned\nBut all from love that Ive learned\nIs a dog will never break your heart\nOne time she ran away from home\nI drove around calling her name\nWhen I came back she was on the porch swing\nWagging her tail with a smile on hеr face\nAnd Id be lonely again\nIf for not my bеst friend\nBy my side when it all falls apart\nTime after time Ive been burned\nBut all from love that Ive learned\nIs a dog will never break your heart\nAnd they say that opposites attract\nBut truth be told, we never cared for your cat\nI just called to tell you the news\nAnd Ill try my best this time not to cry\nBut old Bandit shes not doing well\nThought maybe youd like to tell her one last goodbye\nAnd Id be lonely again\nIf for not my best friend\nBy my side when it all falls apart\nTime after time Ive been burned\nBut all from love that Ive learned\nIs a dog will never break your heart\nA dog will never break your heart\nWho says a dog will never break your heart?", "If it was just another night like so many nights before Just\nAnother dance, another time around the floor Just another\nHeart, youd break and leave behind Tell me why\nYoure still awake and that girl is still on your mind\nCause shes not just another pretty face\nThis time youre in it for more than just the chase\nYour hearts against the wall, you thought you seen em all\nBut shes not just another pretty face\nYou thought your heart was ten feet tall and bullet proof Till\nA girl only five foot three shot you with the cold hard truth\nAll your friends might say, youre way in over your\nHead But deep down their just jealous its not them\nInstead\nYouve gone hungry, saving for that\nDiamond ring I never thought youd see the day\nYoud get down on a knee Cause shes\nNot just another pretty face This time youre in it\nFor more than just the chase Your hearts against the wall\nYou thought you seen em all But shes not just\nAnother pretty face", "Yeah, these old boots have roots\nJust like my last name, I swear I will never bring it shame\nYeah, these old boots have roots\nWhen the winds are bitter cold, I know this love of ours will hold\nThese old boots have roots\nSo I march to the beat of my heart pounding like a drum\nLet em run me down, but Ill stand my ground\nNo, I wont forsake or forget where I come from\nI swear Ill never break your heart, only wanna make you smile\nThese old boots want nothing more than to walk you down the aisle\nThese old boots have roots\nYeah, these old boots have roots\nThey told the mark to walk the line, girl, only you can make them shine\nYeah, these old boots have roots\nTheyre tested, tried and true, walking side by side by you\nThese old boots have roots\nSo I march to the beat of my heart pounding like a drum\nLet em run me down, but Ill stand my ground\nNo I wont forsake or forget where I come from\nI swear Ill never break your heart, only wanna make you smile\nThese old boots want nothing more than to walk you down the aisle\nThese old boots have roots\nYeah, these old boots have roots\nThey haul a heavy load, down a long and winding road\nYeah these old boots have roots\nStrong as a live oak tree, someday you can bury me in\nThese old boots\nSo I march to the beat of my heart pounding like a drum\nLet em run me down, but Ill stand my ground\nNo I wont forsake or forget where I come from\nI swear Ill never break your heart, only wanna make you smile\nThese old boots want nothing more than to walk you down the aisle\nIll never bend for a dream, God knows Ill never trade them in\nFor some shallow hearted soul bouncing back and forth again\nYeah, these old boots have roots\nYeah, these old boots have roots\nBaby. these old boots have roots", "By that look on your face\nI know you know whats on my mind\nHoney its really half your fault\nStanding there looking that fine\nI swear i cant believe my eyes\nYou look so good it almost hurts\nWearing nothing but a smile\nAnd one of my old favorite sweatshirts\nChorus:\nIf youre wanting a reaction\nGirl Im fixing to ignite\nYou say it takes two to tango\nSo put on your dancin shoes tonight\nTheres still that magic when we touch\nJust like i felt the very first time\nAnd i have to pinch myself cause\nI still cant believe youre mine\nLord knows im blessed to be the man\nWho gets to sweep you off your feet\nWhen it comes to loving you\nYou know i never miss a beat\nChorus\nTheres a full moon shining and\nBaby were both fixing to find\nWhat you get when you mix\nSoft kisses with a little red wine\nChorus", "Ive had one of those days\nGood for nothing kind of days\nIve had hard luck, bad luck and no luck at all\nGirl I need you to be my soft place to fall\nSo lay your pretty head on my side of the bed\nI turn it on and on\nWhen I turn off those bedroom lights\nSay you want me to stay\nKiss my worries away\nFar away\nIve had one of those days\nBefore nothing kind of days\nBaby I need one of your nights\nI want to hold you tight\nFine wine and candle lights\nIve had red lights, bar fights\nBright lights blinding me\nGirl I need your touch to set me free\nGirl we got that kind of romance\nOne that will dance without even touching the ground\nRemember that night on your street\nI said Id sweep you of your feet\nWell forever is forever\nAnd Ill never gonna let you down\nNever ever gonna let you down\nSo lay your pretty head on my side of the bed\nI turn it on and on\nWhen I turn off those bedroom lights\nSay you want me to stay\nKiss my worries away\nFar away\nIve had one of those days\nBefore nothing kind of days\nBaby I need one of your nights\nOne of your nights\nIve had one of those days\nGood for nothing kind of days", "You know love shouldnt be so complicated\nWe both know theres only two sides to a wall\nBut pride can be ten foot thick and twenty foot high\nI think its time that we bring in that wrecking ball\nIve got a blanket and a bottle of wine\nLets strip it down and see what we might find\nOh my my be my girl tonight\nIve got a heartache and youve got yours\nLet it all fall on our bedroom floor\nOh my my be my girl tonight\nAnd some say love is way overrated\nBut I wonder did they think that way back when\nI remember our first night we held on tight\nThe world was sweet and simple, lets go back there again\nIve got a blanket and a bottle of wine\nLets strip it down and see what we might find\nOh my my be my girl tonight\nIve got a heartache and youve got yours\nLet it all fall on our bedroom floor\nOh my my be my girl tonight\nNo were not gonna sleep til we get this right\nWe can straighten those picture frames come morning light\nBe my girl tonight\nIve got a blanket and a bottle of wine\nLets strip it down and see what we might find\nOh my my be my girl tonight\nIve got a heartache and youve got yours\nLet it all fall on our bedroom floor\nOh my my be my girl tonight\nOh my my be my girl tonight\nOh my my wont you be my girl\nOh my my be my girl", "Don’t you know life is kinda crazy, what are the chances that I’d see you here. I think about you round this time every\nYear. Racin down this Texas highway, chasing after dreams of love, I thought I had it all. Dancing with you down at Gruene\nHall. I smile when I think about\nYou and me in the cab of that ol pickup truck, our first kiss my foot slipped off the clutch, bit my lip and laughed out\nLoud and your still laughin now. I loved you so much, both believing in promises we couldn’t keep. Havin way too much fun\nAnd too little sleep. Once upon a time you were my world, but you’ll always be my Summertime Girl\nOur little town was lazy, there wasn’t much to do to pass the time, so we got bored and stole that county road sign. Just\nLike you did with my heart, you stole it away and tore it apart, left it shot full of holes, girl I guess that’s the way it\nGoes, Lord knows we had a good run\nYou and me in the cab of that ol pickup truck, our first kiss my foot slipped off the clutch, bit my lip and laughed out\nLoud and your still laughin now. I loved you so much, both believing in promises we couldn’t keep. Havin way too much fun\nAnd too little sleep. Once upon a time you were my world, but you’ll always be my Summertime Girl\nI thought my heart would stop, yeah I thought my life would end, when you said goodbye, to my surprise, the sun came up\nAgain. And when those bluebonnets bloom, it reminds me of you down on that riverwalk. On that forth of July let those\nFireworks fly. With willie and the boys, Down in Luckenbach\nYou and me in the cab of that ol pickup truck, our first kiss my foot slipped off the clutch, bit my lip and laughed out\nLoud and your still laughin now. I loved you so much, both believing in promises we couldn’t keep. Havin way too much fun\nAnd too little sleep. Once upon a time you were my world, but you’ll always be my Summertime Girl\nYou’ll always be my Summertime Girl", "Saw you early this mornin\nSleepin all dressed in white\nFor a moment, I thought you were an angel\nCome to take me home alive\nYou woke up and you caught me starin\nSmiled and said Hey cut it out\nI said that I must be crazy\nI said crazy bout you and I kissed you on the mouth\nAnd if I am truly crazy\nDont you know I like my life that way?\nAnd if Im really goin on out of my mind\nWont you hop on board, and make your getaway?\nI took a walk on down the seashore\nI saw a poor man pickin up some cans\nI saw a little boy had some saltwater in his eyes\nReachin out for his mamas hand\nAnd I watched a stranger give that man a dollar\nWatched the mama wipe the tears from the little boys eyes\nAnd then I stared up into the heavens\nSaid Oh my God, Im glad that Im alive\nGlad that Im alive\nIf I am truly crazy\nDont you know I like my life that way?\nAnd if Im really goin on out of my mind\nWont you hop on board, and make your getaway?\nWake up in the mornin and turn all the lights on\nTurn em out at night so that we can hide\nSometimes I sleep with all the lights on\nYeah, it helps me to appreciate the night\nI hear people talkin about life all the time\nHow they remember times so sad\nDont you think life would be awful boring\nIf the good times were all that we had?\nIf I am truly crazy\nDont you know I like my life that way?\nAnd if Im really goin on out of my mind\nWont you hop on board, and make your getaway?\nIf I am truly crazy\nDont you know I like my life that way?\nAnd if Im really goin on out of my mind\nWont you hop on board, and make your getaway?\nBaby hop on board, and make your getaway\nGetaway\nGetaway\nGetaway", "Girl, I cant take this, Ill help you shake this tonight\nWell set the whole thing afire, let me know if I can bum you a light\nYeah, that candles out of rope, theres no flicker of hope\nSo flip that Zippo, watch a bad thing go up in smoke\nBurn up those memories and unforgettable regrets\nLike smoking Marlboro cigarettes\nAnd now were gonna burn em down\nI feel you bouncing back\nYoure rising up out of those ashes\nIf heartaches were striking matches\nGirl, were gonna burn em down\nIll strike a match, you light em up\nTonight, well burn em down\nNo more midnight I miss you, hook up and kiss you call\nCause when those smoke rings are gone\nHes gonna blame it on the alcohol\nYeah, that candles out of rope, theres no flicker of hope\nSo flip that Zippo, watch a bad thing go up in smoke\nBurn up those memories and unforgettable regrets\nLike smoking Marlboro cigarettes\nAnd now were gonna burn em down\nI feel you bouncing back\nYoure rising up out of those ashes\nIf heartaches were striking matches\nGirl, were gonna burn em down\nIll strike a match, you light em up\nTonight, well burn em down\nGirl, I cant take this, Ill help you shake this tonight\nWhat goes around comes around, back around\nBurn em down\nBurn up those memories and unforgettable regrets\nLike smoking Marlboro cigarettes\nAnd now were gonna burn em down\nI feel you bouncing back\nYoure rising up out of those ashes\nIf heartaches were striking matches\nGirl, were gonna burn em down\nBurn up those memories and unforgettable regrets\nLike smoking Marlboro cigarettes\nAnd now were gonna burn em down\nI feel you bouncing back\nYoure rising up out of those ashes\nIf heartaches were striking matches\nGirl, were gonna burn em down\nIll strike a match, you light em up\nTonight, well burn em down\nIll strike a match, you light em up\nTonight, well burn em down", "", "We pull into town, try to find the fairgrounds\nPark this Cadillac out back, behind the loading chutes\nFinally made the big show, traveling with the rodeo\nIm one of the boys that make sure nobody pays with their\nLife aint easy for a joker like me\nIve got a smile painted on my face\nIts only make believe\nShes got me where she wants me\nGot me blinking when they cover the gate\nIm afraid someones gonna get hurt\nCause Im not thinking straight\nIm in love with the rodeo queen\nA clown in love with the rodeo queen\nEvery night the crowd goes wild when they see her riding\nShining like a diamond, she dont even know my name\nI try to turn my feelings off before they load the roughstock\nGotta get my stuff together, take a shot and forget\nHow much time stands still when the bull starts spinning\nWhen the bull starts spinning\nWhen the bull starts spinning\nAnd baby bye, Ill tell you right\nI might work up the nerve to tell her right\nI aint just some fool in a barrel no\nTheres a real heart beating underneath my\nOver-sized wranglers, yellow suspenders\nI might look like it but I aint a pretender\nNo no\nI gotta tell her, gotta tell her\nGotta tell her that\nShes got me where she wants me\nGot me blinking when they cover the gate\nIm afraid someones gonna get hurt\nCause Im not thinking straight\nShes got me where she wants me\nGot me blinking when they cover the gate\nIm afraid someones gonna get hurt\nCause Im not thinking straight\nIm in love with the rodeo queen\nA clown in love with the rodeo queen", "Hey honey so what we had a little fight\nWe both said some things that we didnt mean last night\nYeah we should of kissed and made up instead of giving up\nAnd getting up on the wrong side of the bed\nAnd lord knows that im an early riser\nAnd with this new day he sent me a reminder\nJust as sure as the sun keeps risin\nTrue love is true and it knows no compromisin\nChorus:\nSo what part of i love you dont you understand\nMaybe you should take a wiff in that old big red coffee can\nAnd if you still cant see youre the one and only one for me\nAnd always will be heres a kiss and a cup\nSweetheart wake up and smell the coffee\nLookin right here at the front page of this mornins paper\nJust bad news and headlines of hatred and anger\nThis old cruel world theyll try to bring it to the ground\nBut ill be danged if its gonna keep on keepin the good luck down\nRepeat chorus\nHoney aint that just like a woman\nMakin somethin out of nothin at all\nThen again aint that just like a man\nActing bullet proof and ten foot tall\nRepeat chorus\nHeres a kiss and a cup\nSweetheart wake up\nHeres a kiss and a cup\nNo i wont give up\nHeres a kiss and a cup\nSweetheart wake up\nAnd smell the coffee", "I still think about us\nIn the rush that we felt\nWith the rag top down and the radio blasting\nYou were riding shot gun\nIn nothing but a bikini and a seat belt\nLooking better than the law should have been allowing\nWe hit the corners going 90\nLovin blindly fallin\nHead over heels over you\nEvery feeling that we felt\nWas a feeling that felt brand new\nAnd you looked just like an angel\nWith that cross on your necklace\nYou were young, i was wild, we were reckless\nWed drive on down to the river\nBurnin up those hot summer nights\nLaughin at the cowboys getting crazy\nPickin fights\nIt wasnt funny\nWhen that deputy, caught you and me\nSteaming up those windows\nAnd how your daddy never found out about it\nHoney, heaven only knows\nChorus\nI looked into your eyes and I\nPromised you forever\nI believed it with all my heart\nI just didnt know any better\nGettin over you took years\nAww despite those tears I cried\nId do it all over again\nAll for the thrill of the ride\nChorus\nYoung, wild, and reckless", "Young man on the side of the road. Lost and beat up with nowhere to go. Smells like a hangover from days ago, but he does\nWhat he can to survive. Single mom with a dead end job. 90 hour week just to keep what she’s got. But the bills add up\nAnd now she’s caught. She does what she can to survive. Well, let me say that love won’t take away the pain. But don’t be\nAfraid cause it will never walk away\nIf your scared that you don’t matter. If your lost and need to be found. If your lookin’ for a savior. All you gotta do\nIs turn around\nSome turn to a bottle. Some turn to a drug. Some turn to another’s arms, but it seems like it’s never enough. Well, I\nWon’t say that you will never fail again. But, there is grace to wash away your every sin\nIf your scared that you don’t matter. If your lost and need to be found. If your lookin’ for a savior. All you gotta do\nIs turn around. All you gotta do is turn around\nTurn around\nYou don’t have to take the broken road. You can turn around and come back home\nYou don’t have to take the broken road. You can turn around and come back home\nIf your scared that you don’t matter. If your lost and need to be found. If your lookin’ for a savior. All you gotta do\nIs turn around\nNo one listens to you anymore. Any your heart has broken down. You don’t need to move. Love has come to you. All you\nGotta do is turn around\nAll you gotta do is turn around", "Not that I already obtained all this\nOr have already been made perfect\nBut I press on to take hold of\nThat which Christ Jesus took hold of me\nBrothers I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it\nBut one thing I do\nForgetting what is behind and striving for what is ahead\nI press on towards the goal to win the prize\nFor which God has called me heavenward\nIn Christ Jesus", "I held the keys to that Chevrolet\nAnd you held the keys to my heart\nId throw a fit, hit the dash\nGet out and kick the tire\nWhen that old piece of junk wouldnt start\nItd be smoking good Im slam down the hood\nJust to see you laughing at me\nOn the other side of a dirty windshield\nLookin as pretty as you could be\nWe sure saw a lot of miles\nNever even crossed that county line\nI wouldve bet the farm, given my right arm\nSo youd always be mine\nDid we crash and burn or make a wrong turn\nOr run out of gasoline?\nI lost you around 3rd gear and 17\nIn the blink of an eye high school flew by\nYou went your way and I went mine\nBut we swore wed make it\nOur love could take it\n400 miles could stand the test of time\nWell I left that fall to play college ball\nBut my dreams would all come to an end\nCause you know the big leagues never called\nAnd you went and fell in love with him\nWe sure saw a lot of miles\nNever even crossed that county line\nI wouldve bet the farm, given my right arm\nSo youd always be mine\nDid we crash and burn or make a wrong turn\nOr run out of gasoline?\nI lost you around 3rd gear and 17\nMemories flash through my mind like old faded photographs\nI still think about you in that red Malibu\nAnd I just cant help but laugh\nWe sure saw a lot of miles\nNever even crossed that county line\nI wouldve bet the farm, given my right arm\nSo youd always be mine\nDid we crash and burn or make a wrong turn\nOr run out of gasoline?\nI lost you around 3rd gear and 17\nLove broke down around 3rd gear and 17\nI lost you around 3rd gear and", "Theres a memory that rings clear as a bell\nI was bouncing like a bull rider on his knee\nI sure miss those old stories that hed tell\nFrom a hobo on a freight train\nTo a sailor out at sea\nMy granny says that Ive got his smile\nHes the reason I take pride in my last name\nNo he never made the headlines\nNobody sings his song\nSo for every unsung hero Im singing this today\nSo raise your bottle to the boys and lets remember\nAll the fallen and the price they had to pay\nHold them up high and salute all the ones that made it back\nAnd for the ones away from home, dont forget to pray\nGrandpa could sing you every Hank Williams song\nBut its Amazing Grace that brought him back around\nHed shed a tear talking about the day\nThat German gunner shot his best friend down\nMy daddy fought a war some say in vain\nHe came home in a wheel chair, and he walks with a cane\nSeems like every generation has to pay the cost\nI think about my family\nAnd the good friends that weve lost\nFrom Normandy to Korea, to Khe Sanh, Vietnam\nHeartaches streach from coast to coast\nFrom Bunker Hill to Fallujah, Gettysburg, to Japan\nEveryone whos ever served or lost someone\nLets make a toast", "River’s strong, you can’t swim inside it\nWe could string some lights up the hill beside it\nTonight the moon’s so bright you could drive with your headlight’s out\nCause a little bit of summer’s what the whole year’s all about\nGirl you look fine, fine fine, put your feet up next to mine\nWe can watch that water line get higher and higher\nSay, say, say ain’t this been some kind of day\nYou and me been catchin’ on like a wildfire\nDon’t get up just to get another you can drink from mine\nWe can’t leave each other\nWe can dance with the dead, you can rest your head on my shoulder\nIf you wanna get older with me\nCause a little bit of summer makes a lot of history\nGirl you look fine, fine fine, put your feet up next to mine\nWe can watch that water line get higher and higher\nSay, say, say ain’t this been some kind of day\nYou and me been catchin’ on like a wildfire\nGirl you look fine, fine fine, put your feet up next to mine\nWe can watch that water line get higher and higher\nSay, say, say ain’t this been some kind of day\nYou and me been catchin’ on like a wildfire\nGirl you look fine, fine fine, put your feet up next to mine\nWe can watch that water line get higher and higher\nSay, say, say ain’t this been some kind of day\nYou and me been catchin’ on like a wildfire\nBa-da-ba-da-da, Ba-da-ba-da-da, Ba-da-ba-da-da\nBa-da-ba-da-da, Ba-da-ba-da-da, Ba-da-ba-da-da\nBa-da-ba-da-da, Ba-da-ba-da-da, Ba-da-ba-da-da", "First kiss I thought I died and gone to heaven\nIn the parking lot of that old 7/11\nI filled up a truck\nI went in to pay when I walked out\nShe was with him smilin as she drove away\nI know thats gonna leave a mark\nJust like a tattoo on my heart\nMy little brunette wrecking ball with a sexy southern drawl\nIts gonna tear my world apart\nAnd I know just like a moth drawn to a flame\nIll come runnin when she whispers my name\nAnd like a tattoo on my heart I know thats gonna leave a mark\nIf you play with fire youre bound to get burned\nYou would think by now that I wouldve learned\nBut shes lookin so hot, so what can I say\nMy mama said dont but I did it anywayyy\nI know thats gonna leave a mark\nJust like a tattoo on my heart\nMy little brunette wrecking ball with a sexy southern drawl\nIts gonna tear my world apart\nAnd I know just like a moth drawn to a flame\nIll come runnin when she whispers my name\nAnd like a tattoo on my heart I know thats gonna leave a mark\nAww tug on them heart strings now\nI wish you didnt look so dang good\nI wish you wouldnt smile at me that way if theres any\nIts a lot shinnin brighter than the sun\nLike a sock from above tellin me to run awayyy\nI know thats gonna leave a mark\nJust like a tattoo on my heart\nMy little brunette wrecking ball with a sexy southern drawl\nIts gonna tear my world apart\nAnd I know just like a moth drawn to a flame\nIll come runnin when she whispers my name\nAnd like a tattoo on my heart I know thats gonna leave a mark\nAnd like a tattoo on my heart I know shes gonna leave a mark", "Sunday afternoon church potluck\nGeorge Jones blaring from my grandpas truck\nGrannys fried chicken and her sweet tea\nNow thats a bittersweet memory\nThe old tire swing where my little boys play\nWell, that was me only yesterday\nDoing double back flips off the branch in the tank\nKissing on you and fishing from the bank\nWeve had some good times, got through the bad times\nThe sound of laughter always covers up the sad times\nStrong as an oak, solid as a hickory\nThats a love made in the shade of our family tree\nPassed down from my granny and my grandpa\nMom and daddy kept it safe, kept it sturdy and tall\nSummers were hot, winters were long\nBut our roots were deep and our faith was strong\nNow some are gone, and some are all grown\nYou and me, baby, branched out on our own\nWith every sunset comes another sunrise\nI can see my daddy in our little boys eyes\nLost love once throughout the years\nRemember their smiles and dry those tears\nCause theyll live on in your heart and mine\nSo let love grow like a country vine\nWeve had some good times, got through the bad times\nThe sound of laughter always covers up the sad times\nStrong as an oak, solid as a hickory\nThats a love made in the shade of our family tree\nMade in the shade of our family tree\nSunday afternoon church potluck\nGeorge Jones blaring from my grandpas truck\nA family that prays together\nIs a family that stays together\nLove the Lord thy God and Savior\nWith all your heart and love thy neighbor\nA family that prays together\nIs a family that stays together\nLove the Lord thy God and Savior\nWith all your heart and love thy neighbor", "Hold tight with a leather fist. Watch out when he starts to twist. It’s what the daddys used to tell them boys how to\nRide them bulls. Got a jingle in my jeans, sore places in between. And I’m leavin’ old Abilene with a push and a pull\n10-4 buddy come on back. A horse trailer on a Cadillac. Yeah we’re talking to the cowboy in the coupe deville\nChug-a-luggin’ up one side, slidin’ down the other. Well, I’m a lover of the other side of the hill\nTurn up that radio. Don’t wanna think about a rodeo. Don’t wanna think about a round-up up ol’ Cheyenne. ‘Cause it’s a\nCrazy circuit. Aww but still ya work it. Turn down that sound boys let’s get up and check the scan\n10-4 buddy come on back. A horse trailer on a Cadillac. Yeah we’re talking to the cowboy in the coupe deville\nChug-a-luggin’ up one side, slidin’ down the other. Hey, I’m a lover of the other side of the hill\nBandanna hangin’ on my mirror. Still wet from ear to ear. Well, I guess its true then what the wise men say. When you\nRide your last one, make sure he’s a fast one. And jump while he’s movin’. Tip your hat boys and walk away\n10-4 buddy come on back. A horse trailer on a Cadillac. Yeah we’re talking to the cowboy in the coupe deville\nChug-a-luggin’ up one side, slidin’ down the other. Hey, I’m a lover of the other side of the hill\n10-4 buddy come on back. A horse trailer on a Cadillac. Yeah we’re talking to the cowboy in the coupe deville\nChug-a-luggin’ up one side, slidin’ down the other. Hey, I’m a lover of the other side of the hill\nHey, I’m a lover of the other side of the hill", "I say Hey yall, look at me!\nIm the name of the game and they call me Country\nCause I can rattle that buck, hook a big cat\nMy girl is skinny but my rhymes are phat\nIm a gun-totin big mouth bass boatin\nAnd my granny likes a chew and chaw\nIve been saved from sin, can I get an amen\nAnd then can I get a Hey, yall!?\nYou know I got a jacked up pickup truck\nWith mud flaps and a 4-wheel drive\nI got it decked out like a Country pimp\nIll even let you twirl my fuzzy dice\nCause Im a blue collar redneck\nCrazy white boy from the south\nAnd if you see any folk got a problem with that\nSweet Potato Pie shut your mouth!\nI say Hey yall, look at me!\nIm the name of the game and they call me Country\nCause I can rattle that buck, hook a big cat\nMy girl is skinny but my rhymes are phat\nIm a gun-totin big mouth bass boatin\nAnd my granny likes a chew and chaw\nIve been saved from sin, can I get an amen\nAnd then can I get a Hey, yall!?\nIf you like Lynyrd Skynyrd on the radio\nLet me know and Ill sing you Free Bird\nI like Johnny Cash Grand Master Flash\nIm name droppin like you never heard\nI wont try it unless you fry it\nPut the Crisco in the pan\nI love fresh fried red hot hush puppies\nI got gravy running down my chin\nI say Hey yall, look at me!\nIm the name of the game and they call me Country\nCause I can rattle that buck, hook a big cat\nMy girl is skinny but my rhymes are phat\nIm a gun-totin big mouth bass boatin\nAnd my granny likes a chew and chaw\nIve been saved from sin, can I get an amen\nAnd then can I get a Hey, yall!?\nNow all these hot senoritas want to ride with me\nI got em crawling up the side of my GMC\nCountry Boys got my back\nCountry Girls on my hook\nMy 30-30 shined up and she lookin good\nAn someone flyin on my redneck roots\nKnocking my gold belt buckle and my snake skin boots\nBut Im in it to win it so place your bets\nAnd tell the whole world that Im the Honky Tonk Kid\nI say Hey yall, look at me!\nIm the name of the game and they call me Country\nCause I can rattle that buck, hook a big cat\nMy girl is skinny but my rhymes are phat\nIm a gun-totin big mouth bass boatin\nAnd my granny likes a chew and chaw\nIve been saved from sin, can I get an amen\nAnd then can I get a Hey, yall!?", "I sat down at a park bench watching my children play\nWhen this old timer took a seat he said hello hows your day\nSaid to tell you the truth I shouldnt be here doing this\nBetween the headlines and deadlines Ive got no time to reminisce\nThats when he said sounds like youre a busy man son that aint front page news\nHe said once upon a time I was wearing your brand of boots so listen up\nIve gone the wrong way Ive learn the hard way\nBabys crawls then they walk before you know it\nThere driven away\nAs your staring at the tail lights you can feel life passing you by\nIt goes zero to sixty in the blink of the eye\nHe took a picture from his wallet that he carried threw out the war\nOf the beautiful brunet he married in 1944\nMy angel flew way its almost been five years\nAnd he told me her name then he wiped away his tear\nThen he said take a look at your little girl\nEnjoy that little girl smile\nBecause on day your gonna turn around youll be walking her down the isle\nSo count your many blessing and love with all your heart and hold on tight\nYou better cherish every morning and hit your knees every night\nSo I said lord Ive gone the wrong way Ive learned the hard way\nWe live we die the years fly by like white lines on the high way\nSlow me down and make me see\nThe kind of man I need to be\nZero to sixty lives goes zero to sixty the old man said\nIve gone the wrong way Ive learn the hard way\nBaby crawls then they walk before you know it\nThere driven away\nAs your staring at the tail lights you can feel life passing you by\nIt goes zero to sixty in the blink of the eye…. in the blink of the eye", "Just like that neon sign, Im buzzing\nJust like that full moon, Im so high\nNo, its not what you think, its not from the drink\nIts not from something Im smoking\nMakes me feel like I can fly\nWhen youre in these arms of mine\nIm up on cloud nine\nOn the dance floor floating around\nAnd I cant keep my boots on the ground\nI never want this night to end\nYou got me three sheets to the wind\nLike a record were spinning around\nAnd I cant keep my boots on the ground\nWhen I fall and hit rock bottom\nWhen my star comes crashing to the ground\nMy soft place to land, my steady right hand\nYou make it all good, you make me feel like a man\nYou lift me up, you never let me down\nLord knows that you never let me down\nWhen youre in these arms of mine\nIm up on cloud nine\nOn the dance floor floating around\nAnd I cant keep my boots on the ground\nI never want this night to end\nYou got me three sheets to the wind\nLike a record were spinning around\nAnd I cant keep my boots on the ground\nYeah, all my dreams come true\nCome morning light waking up next to you, right next to you\nSoft candle light, California red\nI cant keep my boots on the ground tonight when theyre underneath your bed, baby\nWhen youre in these arms of mine\nIm up on cloud nine\nOn the dance floor floating around\nAnd I cant keep my boots on the ground\nI never want this night to end\nYou got me three sheets to the wind\nLike a record were spinning around\nAnd I cant keep my boots on the ground\nYeah, youre looking so fine, you got me up on cloud nine\nYeah, baby, I cant keep my boots on the ground\nCome on kiss me and then, kiss me again and again\nYeah, baby, I cant keep my boots on the ground", "I dont know how to explain it\nBut I know the words will hardly do\nMiracles, signs, and wonders arent enough for me to prove to you\nBut dont you know Ive always loved you?\nEven before there was time\nAnd though you turn away, I tell you still\nDont you know Ive always loved you?\nAnd I always will\nGreater love has not a man than the one who gives his life to prove\nThat he would do anything\nAnd thats what Im gonna do for you\nBut dont you know Ive always loved you?\nEven before there was time\nAnd though you turn away, I tell you still\nDont you know Ive always loved you?\nAnd I always will\nBut dont you know Ive always loved you?\nEven before there was time\nAnd though you turn away, I tell you still\nDont you know Ive always loved you?\nDont you know Ive always loved you?\nEven before there was time\nAnd though you turn away, I tell you still\nDont you know Ive always loved you?\nAnd I always will", "Deep in the mountain of Harlan County\nEmployed by the Cumberland coal company\nThe pay is short, the days are long\nBut our labor union laws are coming on strong\nSo I drink this whiskey for my throat\nWear my hard hat and weathered coat\nEarly every morning I stand in line\nWaiting to work these Kentucky coal mines\nWe enter the shaft around five thirty\nWith two dozen hands, cold, callused and dirty\nWell dig through a million tons of rock and clay\nAnd well still be digging at the end of the day\nDown on our knees we confess our sins\nAnd pray that the roof above dont cave in\nSo bless our hearts and save or souls\nAnd the air we breathe down in the devils hole\nJust last week when the the ceiling fell\nThe explosion trapped us in the depths of hell\nThe weight of the earth took poor Tuckers life\nLeaving behind a hungry baby and wife\nWe dug out with our shovels and picks\nBut soon enough the black lung disease will make us sick\nSo bless our hearts and save or souls\nAnd the air we breathe down in the devils hole\nI work deep in the mountains of eastern Kentucky\nI know if I leave Harlan alive Ill be more than lucky\nWish I could go to Texas and plant some cottonseed\nBut moving takes money and Ive got three mouths to feed\nSo I drink this whiskey for my throat\nWear my hard hat and weathered coat\nEarly every morning I stand in line\nWaiting to work another Kentucky coal mine", "Im gonna whistle my way down to the water hole\nIn my bare feet overhauls and fishin pole\nIm gonna watch those cotton candy clouds float on past\nIm goin somewhere where I know Im goin nowhere fast\nAh uh huh like a lazy Sunday drive\nAh uh huh feelin good to be alive\nAh uh huh ah uh huh leave all my troubles in the past\nIm goin somewhere where I know Im goin nowhere fast\nWell you may find me sittin on the dock of the bay\nWith my old friend Otis just enjoyin the day\nI might hit the taco shack and take a good long nap\nIn my leather easy chair with my baby on my lap\nAh uh huh a little lovin in slow motion\nAh uh huh just like the rhythm of the ocean\nAh uh huh ah uh huh were makin memories that last\nIm goin somewhere where I know Im goin nowhere fast\nAnd everywhere I go everyone is in a hurry\nIn a rat race full of never endin want and worry\nAnd like the man said life is short and then you die\nSo fill your days with love, lemonade, and coconut cream pie\nAh uh huh girl youre lookin mighty nice\nAh uh huh I think Ill have another slice\nAh uh huh ah uh huh were makin love thats gone last\nIm goin somewhere where I know Im goin nowhere\nAh uh huh a little lovin in slow motion\nAh uh huh just like the rhythm of the ocean\nAh uh huh ah uh huh were makin love thats gonna that last\nIm goin somewhere where I know Im goin nowhere fast", "Now first of all I gotta warn you. Before you fall in love with me\nThis here kickin’ out the footlights ain’t all its cracked up to be\nWell, cheap hotels and truck stop coffee its what makes the wheels go round\nI know exactly what your thinkin’ girl. God only knows if I’ll ever settle down\nSo if you think you can take it. And enjoy the nonsense and the noise\nGirl it ain’t easy holdin’ on to hard livin’, honky tonkin, Texas boys\nJust ask the women who have been there. Who’ve lived and breathed that crazy life. Ask sweet Jessie about ol’ Wayland\nAsk ol’ Willie’s four ex-wives\nSome day your gonna want a family. Some day you may be wantin’ more\nIn a king size bed that’s always lonely. Whenever I walk out your door\nBut if you think you can take it. And enjoy the nonsense and the noise\nGirl it ain’t easy holdin’ on to hard livin’, honky tonkin, Texas boys\nThere’s something about them neon signs. I’m like a moth drawn to a flame\nBlame it on a smoky bar or a cryin’ steel guitar. Those pretty girls screamin’ my name\nSo if you think you can take it. And enjoy the nonsense and the noise\nGirl it ain’t easy holdin’ on to hard livin’, honky tonkin, Texas boys\nGirl it ain’t easy holdin’ on to hard livin’, honky tonkin, Texas boys", "I can still see you standing there next to me in the county fair ticket line\nWith cotton candy in your one hand and your other hadn in mine\nIt seems just like yesterday, letter jackets and football games girl\nWeve come a long way through the years had our fair share of heartache and tears\nChorus\nWeve had our ups and downs and turn arounds but our love was stronger than any fight\nEven when we lost control we never let go we kept on hangin on for dear life\nI know no matter the size of the mountain you and me will be side by side\nBaby aint life and love one big rollercoaster ride\nBack in the day we were cool and crazy like two outlaws on the run\nNow making love means making babies and I swear were having twice the fun\nIts been no walk in the park but then again thats not our style\nIt wouldnt be too entertaining without a little drama every once in awhile\nChorus\nBaby you still drive me crazy, you still make my heart skip a beat\nWith those butterfly first time feelings youve always kept me on the edge of my seat", "She likes swinging doors, old sawdust floors\nA steal your heart away modern-day Bobby McGee\nShe can sing along to every Guy Clark Song\nNo she don’t dance with cowboys wearing skinny jeans\nShe likes Pearl in a can, a honky tonk band\nShe ain’t the kind that you can wine and dine\nOh the only way to waltz away with her heart is one two step at a time\nShe likes neon lights, those Lone Star nights\nThose homemade tamales down at John T’s Store\nLike the red headed stranger on her record player\nNo they don’t make em like her anymore\nShe likes Pearl in a can, a honky tonk band\nShe ain’t the kind that you can wine and dine\nOh the only way to waltz away with her heart is one two step at a time\nShe likes Pearl in a can, a honky tonk band\nShe ain’t the kind that you can wine and dine\nOh the only way to waltz away with her heart\nYes the only way to waltz away with her heart\nI’m saying the only way to waltz away with her heart is one two step at a time\nYou better give her a whirl cause she ain’t a Heineken kind of girl\nOne two step at a time\nOne two step at a time\nOne two step at a time\nOne two step at a time\nOne two step at a time", "Growing up I never cared too much for Superman\nI guess he never could measure up next to my old man\nTheres no S on his chest, its just an old weathered flag\nGod knows my heroes dont wear capes\nThey wear dog tags and they stand tall\nLined up on the wall of freedom\nYeah, those dog tags in the crosshairs\nTheyre always right there when you need them\nYou can bet their boots will hit the ground running\nEvery time it hits the fan\nGod knows my heroеs dont wear capes\nFor me, its not somе country boy banging on a guitar\nIts not a politician preaching, or a movie star\nAnd Ill tell ya one thing thats a fact\nIt sure aint that quarterback\nGod knows my heroes dont wear capes\nMy heroes wear dog tags and they stand tall\nLined up on the wall of freedom\nYeah, those dog tags in the crosshairs\nTheyre always right there when you need them\nYou can bet their boots will hit the ground running\nEvery time it hits the fan\nGod knows my heroes dont wear capes\nTheres a star-spangled covered coffin\nA little boy watching his momma cry\nRemember, its more than just beer\nAnd barbecue when those fireworks fly\nMy heroes wear dog tags\nMy heroes wear dog tags and they stand tall\nLined up on the wall of freedom\nYeah, those dog tags in the crosshairs\nTheyre always right there when you need them\nYou can bet their boots will hit the ground running\nEvery time it hits the fan\nGod knows my heroes dont wear capes\nGod knows my heroes dont wear capes\nGod knows my heroes dont wear capes\nGrowing up I never cared too much for Superman\nI guess he never could measure up next to my old man", "Well, hes a no good for nothing\nBut she wishes he was good for something\nBesides his behind looking so fine\nIn those wragler jeans\nWell all her friends cant help but stare\nAt his blue denim derieer\nWish that they were in her boots\nIf you know what i mean\nAnd it may sound crazy\nBut those wrangler butts\nDrive the cowgirls nuts\nWell he lays around all day long\nStays out at night until the break of dawn\nComes crawling in dragging\nMud across her floor\nWell shed love to kick him out\nBut she cant help but thinking about\nAll the women who are waiting line\nFor his 33/34s\nAnd it may sound crazy\nBut those wrangler butts\nIt aint healthy if they fit too tight\nYou know this could hurt a man\nBy the end of the night\nIts a powerful thing\nIf they fit just right\nAll the ladies know its a mighty beautiful sight\nWell hes never been one for anything\nThat involves books\nHe aint got much going for him besides his good looks\nYou see he always stays in trouble\nWhen it comes down to romance\nIt aint a joke when they say the boy\nSurvives by the seat of his pants\nAnd it may sound crazy\nBut those wrangler butts\nDrive the cowgirls nuts\nYes it may sound crazy\nBut those wrangler butts\nDrive the cowgirls nuts", "I heard someone out poking fun\nAt the ol country boy and the songs that he sung\nStill cracking jokes he sarcastically implied\nLet me guess your girls gone and your dog just died\nAnd I said hey...\nChorus:\nThats what I like about a country song\nWhere somebody done somebody wrong\nNot just something that is understood\nBy those high rollers in Hollywood\nIts about real folks living a real life with real problems, like and old ex wife\nIf you agree with the boys and me then sing along\nThats what I like about a country song\nSome like to rock, some like to roll\nSome like it fast and some like it slow\nIf youre left or right or right down the middle\nEverybody stops to listen when that bow hits the fiddle\nIts music for the rich or poor\nHot mamas driving to the grocery store\nAll the farmers, the doctors\nThe truckers and the teachers\nThe young punks, the old drunks\nEven Church of Christ preachers\nPRAISE THE LORD!\nThats what I like about a country song\nWhere somebody done somebody wrong\nNot just something that is understood\nBy those high rollers in Hollywood\nIts about real folks living a real life with real problems, like a future ex wife\nIf you agree with the boys and me then sing along\nThats what I like about\nThats what I like about", "Sometimes shell laugh\nAnd sometimes she will cry\nSometimes shell get mad at you\nAnd leave you wonderin why\nA womans mind is a mystery\nThat no man can uncover\nSo dont waste your time trying to figure her out\nShow her you love her\nWhat she wants\nAnd what she needs\nMay be two different things\nAnd the words you hear so clear\nArent always what they mean\nShe may say that shes cold at night\nJust to have you hold her\nSo dont waste your time trying to figure her out\nShow her you love her\nThe ocean doesnt ask why\nThe moon pulls the tide\nSo dont question the feelings she feels inside\nIf you had all of the answers\nTell me what would it matter\nSo dont waste your time trying to figure her out show her you love her\nIf she smiles and says she loves you as the tears roll from her eyes\nThen youve found a treasure\nThat only true love can find\nA womans heart has parts that will never be discovered\nSo dont waste your time trying to figure her out\nShow her you love her\nThe ocean doesnt ask why the moon pulls the tide\nSo dont question the feelings she feels inside\nIf you had all of the answers\nTell me what would it matter\nSo dont waste your time trying to figure her out\nShow her you love her\nIf you had all of the answers\nTell me what would it matter\nSo dont waste your time trying to figure her out\nJust show her you love her", "She had on a pearl snapped shirt tied above her waist\nFaded blue jeans and a gold belt buckle\nThat she won from a barrel race\nShe hot to trot from her boots up to her curves\nShe came walkin straight out of my dreams\nThere goes my cowgirl\nShe had a reputation that I thought that I could change\nOh, but you cant rope the wind\nAnd you sure cant tame a rattle snake\nLitlle West-Tex tornado took me for a whirl\nShe came walkin straight out of my dreams\nThere goes my cowgirl\nHave mercy on me, she could dance a hole in the floor\nShe was as wild as a tumbleweed\nOh, and I couldnt have asked for more\nBut unfortunately for me you know you cant tie her down\nWhen the old rodeo is over\nShell move on to another town\nOh, there she goes\nHave mercy on me, she could dance a hole in the floor\nShe was as wild as a tumbleweed\nOh, and I couldnt have asked for more\nBut unfortunately for me you know you cant tie her down\nWhen the old rodeo is over\nShell move on to the next go round\nSo, if you see a horse trailer on a jet black Cadillac\nYou better beware and approach with caution\nAnd keep your heart a few car lengths back\nShes left a trail of tears all around the world\nAnd Ive shed a few over her too\nThere goes my cowgirl\nAs that cowgirl rode away\nThat old sad song began to play\nNo, this cowboy can sing cause there goes my cowgirl", "Well rumor has it so they say\nShe was broke down on the highway\nShe was checkin it out\nShe was underneath the hood\nWhen up rolled some country boys up to no good and makin noise\nTo help the lady out like a good ole boy should\nThe two came up on each side and said\nHey honey you want a ride\nOne winked and the other gave her a little pinch\nAnd so the story goes she hauled off and broke his nose\nWith her daddys diamond horseshoe monkey wrench\nShes a high-stakin, heart breakin, absolutely breath- takin\nMake no mistakin, shes mighty hard of holdin, many cowboys tried, many a cowboy dang near died\nShes no sweetheart of the rodeo\nWell pretty girls these days get straight on top in so many ways\nThings in show biz and those glamour magazines\nNah shes not one to befriend the latest so called fashion trend\nShe just naturally looks fine in those tight blue jeans\nShes a high-stakin, heart breakin, absolutely breath- takin\nMake no mistakin, shes mighty hard of holdin, many cowboys tried, many a cowboy dang near died\nShes no sweetheart of the rodeo\nNo shes no sweetheart of the rodeo\nBoys you been warned so now you know\nSo straighten up and act your age\nYoull be lookin down the barrel\nOf her daddys 12 guage\nShes a high-stakin, heart breakin, absolutely breath- takin\nMake no mistakin, shes mighty hard of holdin, many cowboys tried, many a cowboy dang near died\nShes no sweetheart of the rodeo\nLord shes a high-stakin, heart breakin, absolutely breath- takin\nMake no mistakin, shes mighty hard of holdin, many cowboys tried, many a cowboy dang near died\nShes no sweetheart of the rodeo\nNo shes no sweetheart of the rodeo", "When life was easy and freedom was a Friday night\nId pick you up, Id keep you out until the mornin light\nNo cover charge, good cover band, girl, they could play em all\nWed burn a hole in that sawdust til they called last call\nYeah, time flies by, but nothing has changed\nCause when you whisper my name\nYou fire that engine up, feel that four on the floor\nYour hands inside my shirt, feet up on the dashboard\nIm still your wildest side and baby, youre my wildest dream\nTake you out and take you home, make a move and make you scream\nWhen you whisper my name\nOld good timе Johnnys long gone, but hes nevеr forgot\nThey turned his honky tonk into a Walmart parkin lot\nWed tear it up, wed close it down, drive out to Canyon Lake\nSingin you love songs all night just like I was George Strait\nYeah, time flies by, but nothing has changed\nCause when you whisper my name\nYou fire that engine up, feel that four on the floor\nYour hands inside my shirt, feet up on the dashboard\nIm still your wildest side and baby, youre my wildest dream\nTake you out and take you home, make a move and make you scream\nWhen you whisper my name\nBaby, when you whisper my name\nIll take you back in time, feel my hands on your face\nJust close your pretty eyes and let me take you back to that place\nYou fire that engine up, feel that four on the floor\nYour hands inside my shirt, feet up on the dashboard\nIm still your wildest side and baby, youre my wildest dream\nTake you out and take you home, make a move and make you scream\nYou fire that engine up, feel that four on the floor\nYour hands inside my shirt, feet up on the dashboard\nIm still your wildest side and, baby youre my wildest dream\nTake you out and take you home, make a move and make you scream\nWhen you whisper my name\nBaby, when you whisper my name\nCome on and whisper my name\nCome on, baby, wont you whisper my name?", "Isabel and her brown skin shined like a sapphire in the summer sun\nThe pride and joy of a Mexican lawman who lived by the gun\nHe got cross ways with the cartel they shot down his only son Jose\nSo in fear of his daughter’s life he packed their bags and late one night she heard him say\nI hear the grass is greener just beyond that Laredo border line\nThey say freedom is much sweeter than sweet blood red sangria wine\nSouth Texas looks like heaven when you’re down here in this living hell\nSo come on let’s cross that Rio, the coast is clear Isabel\nThe coast is clear Isabel\nThey came across our homestead tired and hungry, cold and moving slow\nWe had fence to build a warm place to stay and they had nowhere to go\nSo I worked cattle with her father we were stretching wire and driving post all day\nWhile Isabel worked with my mother and late at night I held her tight and she’d take my breath away\nI hear the grass is greener just beyond that Laredo border line\nThey say Nfreedom is much sweeter than sweet blood red sangria wine\nSouth Texas looks like heaven when you’re down here in this living hell\nSo come on let’s cross that Rio, the coast is clear Isabel\nThe coast is clear Isabel\nThe sheriff came across her father they treated him like an outlaw on the run\nAnd Isabel now wears my diamond and that little boy she holds is my son\nWe got a green card for her father Mariano but it came two years too late\nWe got word that he’d been gunned down in a border town shot in the back the last thing they heard him say\nI hear the grass is greener just beyond that Laredo border line\nAnd they say that freedom is much sweeter than sweet blood red sangria wine\nSouth Texas looks like heaven when you’re down here in this living hell\nSo come on let’s cross that Rio, the coast is clear Isabel\nThe coast is clear Isabel\nThe coast is clear Isabel\nClear Isabel\nClear Isabel", "Im thinking one partner. shes thinking three\nYou drink with the Devil, I pray on my knees \nIve got this one problem, her name is Charlene \nAnd shes got one too and its called loyalty \nSo I turned cold and its her fault, no love left in me now \nHad many girls, had plenty girls and they all let me down \nNow Im all alone with a heart of stone and Lord knows Im not proud\nThis wasnt how I had things planned out\nWhen I get to Heavens gate\nIll be honest, tried my hardest\nBut love on Earth is just a fools game\nWhen I get to Heavens gate\nSo many lessons, wheres my blessings?\nApologise for all my mistakes\nLord, forgive me, dont judge\nLord, forgive me, dont judge\nLord, forgive me, dont judge\nDont judge\nDont judge\nLet the rain fall down on me and wash the dirt off my skin\nPurify my mind again and forgive me for all my sins\nSo many names, so many shames, so weak that I give in\nBut if I thought they could be real with me, one bed I would stay in\nBecause I wanted true love, but my love werent enough\nI guess the Devils got a grip with this thing we call lust\nYeah, I wanted true love, but in this world, its so tough\nI must admit, I gave it up\nWhen I get to Heavens gate\nIll be honest, tried my hardest\nBut love on Earth is just a fools game\nWhen I get to Heavens gate\nSo many lessons, wheres my blessings?\nApologise for all my mistakes\nLord, forgive me, dont judge\nLord, forgive me, dont judge\nLord, forgive me, dont judge\nDont judge\nDont judge\nWhen I get to Heavens gate\nIll be honest, tried my hardest\nBut love on Earth is just a fools game\nWhen I get to Heavens gate\nSo many lessons, wheres my blessings?\nApologise for all my mistakes\nWhen I get to Heavens gate\nIll be honest, tried my hardest \nBut love on Earth is just a fools game\nWhen I get to Heavens gate\nSo many lessons, wheres my blessings?\nApologise for all my mistakes\nWhen I get to Heavens gate\nHeaven, Heavens gate", "I met Jesus in a bar\nI guess you just cant fall too far\nI was pourin whiskey in an empty heart\nWhen I met Jesus in a bar\nMan or angel, son of God he did not tell me who he was \nIn that least expected place I saw heaven in His face and couldnt move\nWe sat there for hours, I could feel His grace and power\nAnd I said things Id never told a soul\nI asked for forgiveness, he said Ive already done this dont you know?\nI met Jesus in a bar\nI guess you just cant fall too far\nI was pourin whiskey in an empty heart\nWhen I met Jesus in a bar\nI started cryin in my hands when I looked up again, He was gone\nThen I walked the whole way home for the first time knowin I was not alone\nSome meet Him on the highway, some meet Him on a Sunday on the back row of the church\nBut I can only tell you my way was in a place where people go to hurt\nI met Jesus in a bar\nI guess you just cant fall too far\nI was pourin whiskey in an empty heart\nWhen I met Jesus in a bar\nI was pourin whiskey in an empty heart\nWhen I met Jesus in a bar", "Well Ive done some things that I cant undo\nI took your trust and I tore it into\nNo man in his right mind would have said its over\nStill I told you goodbye completely sober\nI wish I could say Id been drinking\nAnd blame the bottle but Ive never been one to booze\nLord only knows what I was thinking\nWish I could say Id been drinking\nEven thats just a fools excuse\nMy mama knows her baby boy knows better\nIts gonna break her heart to hear were not together\nShes always said she cares so much for you\nSo what is she gonna say about the hell Ive put you through\nI wish I could say Id been drinking\nAnd blame the bottle but Ive never been one to booze\nLord only knows what I was thinking\nWish I could say Id been drinking\nEven thats just a fools excuse\nEven Tennessee whiskey couldnt wash away the pain\nWatered down with teardrops over light Kentucky rain\nI wish I could say Id been drinking\nAnd blame the bottle but Ive never been one to booze\nLord only knows what I was thinking\nWish I could say Id been drinking\nEven thats just a fools excuse\nI wish I could say Id been drinking\nAnd blame the bottle but Ive never been one to booze\nLord only knows what I was thinking\nWish I could say Id been drinking\nEven thats just a fools excuse", "Will you love me in a trailer\nTil I can get up on my feet\nIf its August in Arizona\nCould your heart stand the heat\nI could never be an actor\nTrying to be what I cant be\nIf Im just a farm boy on a tractor\nCould you love me just for me\nAnd I cant offer you the stars above\nJust next to nothing except my love\nOf every day that I have to live\nMy everything?s all Ive got to give\nWell old man Pete lives down the street\nWith his wife of sixty years\nHe said the hard times were bittersweet\nAnd all they owned was a catalog from Sears\nMrs. Dorothy is his darlin?\nShed stand by him win or lose\nShe says now that they have money\nHer only weakness is spending it on shoes\nAnd I cant offer you the stars above\nJust next to nothing except my love\nOf every day that I have to live\nMy everything?s all Ive got to give", "Im muddy boots outside your door\nIm old blue jeans on your bedroom floor\nI might hang my hat and hang around for a little while\nYoure all alone with no one to hold\nBut that ring you wear is solid gold\nEver since the day I walked you down the aisle\nIm driftwood, Im a tumbleweed\nI ride the wind like a wildwood seed\nBeneath the midnight moon I think of us\nA heart like yours is hard to find\nYoure always gentle on my mind\nBut if these wheels dont turn, theyll start to rust\nWhile Im rocking and rolling\nLike a rolling stone\nOn a big ring rolling\nDown along the lonely road\nIve been on her highways \nYoure my rock\nAnd Im your rolling stone\nHear the brand new song\nSame old verse\nThis black top blessing is a curse\nBut you know\nIve come to far to turn back now\nWeek after week, mile after mile\nYoull save me with your sacred smile\nAnd I dont know why\nWhile Im walking and rolling\nLike a rolling stone\nOn a big rolling\nDown along the lonely road\nIve been on her highways \nYoure my rock\nAnd Im your rolling stone\nWhile Im walking and rolling\nLike a rolling stone\nOn a big rolling\nDown along the lonely road\nIve been on her highways \nYoure my rock\nAnd Im your rolling stone\nBaby youre my rock\nAnd Im your rolling stone\nAnd Im your rolling stone\nYou know Id rather be holding\nThan holding this old guitar\nI play your heart like its a sad song\nWhile I chase this distance \nYou know my hearts always at home\nAnd its highways are always blue\nOver my endless love affair\nWith this old guitar\nAnd you\nYou know Id rather be holding\nThan holding this old guitar\nI play your heart like its a sad song\nWhile I chase this distance \nYou know my hearts always at home\nAnd its highways are always blue\nOver my endless love affair\nWith this old guitar\nAnd you\nAnd you\nAnd you", "Theres way too many lyin, stealin, cryin\nCheatin fool hearted drinkin songs\nAbout somebody who done somebody wrong\nHoney honky tonkin is what i do\nBut my true love is lovin on you\nSo baby tonight we gonna write a love makin song\nChorus:\nWe could kick it off slow with a bottle of wine\nOr get straight to the old punch line\nEither way it starts its gonna end\nWith an all night long\nIts guaranteed to be off the charts\nSolid gold number one in my heart\nBaby tonight we gonna write a love makin song\nGirl i get inspired by watchin you\nThe sweet things you say and do\nAnd baby you got a few ideas of your own\nWell kiss for kiss and note for note\nShut the door and lock the dead bolt\nCause baby tonight we gonna write a love makin song\nRepeat chorus\nRepeat chorus", "They say he came out singing the moment he was born\nAnd he could pick that old flat top guitar like a farmer pickin corn\nAnd hed sneak in those old honky tonks until theyd kick him out\nAnd his daddy wonder how he learned all the stuff he sang about\nCHORUS\nHe sang songs about dogs, songs about drinking\nSongs about mamas and trains\nSongs about heart broke country boys\nStandin out in the rain\nSongs about dancehall beauty queens worth getting into a fight\nSongs about nothing better to do, songs about Saturday night\nWhen he turned eighteen he went off to the war\nHis sweetheart wrote him letters she said shed wait for sure\nBy the time he came back home she was nowhere to be found\nSo he packed his bags hit them honky tonks from town to town\nCHORUS\nWell everywhere he went, everybody knew his name\nBut he never got the big hit, he stayed just the same\nAnd he moved back to the country when it was time to call it quits\nNow if you want to hear his music, you have to buy his greatest hits", "Hell start drinkin\nAnd hell start thinkin about her again\nAgain, and again\nHe musta bought the jukebox\nCause those old sad songs just wont end\nThey just wont end\nHis old broken heart, still burns with desire\nCause you cant put out an old flame\nBy pouring whiskey on the fire\nAnd tonight hell make a toast, to her memory\nAnd then hell take another shot of 100 proof misery\nAnd his old broken heart, still burns with desire\nCause you cant put out an old flame\nBy pouring whiskey on the fire\nHis tears fall like rain, but his pain just wont die down\nCause theres another blaze thats brewin\nAs he buys another round\nAnd tonight hell make a toast, to her memory\nAnd then hell take another shot of 100 proof misery\nAnd his old broken heart, still burns with desire\nCause you cant put out an old flame\nBy pouring whiskey\nNo you cant put out an old flame\nBy pouring whiskey\nHell start drinkin\nAnd hell start thinkin about her, again", "I Am Flat Dead On My Feet\nI Have Had Nothing To Eat\nI Am Sick Of Highways And Cold Hotels Rooms\nI Have Replay There In Our Soft Bed\nI Am So Tired Of Missing You\nSo Lets Turn Out The Lights\nAnd Lay Here By My Side\nGive Me The Lose That I Need\nBaby Lets Love Some Sleep Tonight\nAll These Shows That I Play\nTake Me So Far Away\nI Know That I Have Negleated Your Needs\nYou Have Been Tested And Trialed\nStuck Firm By My Side\nWaiting Patiently For The Man Of Your Needs\nSo Lets Turn Out The Lights\nAnd Lay Here By My Side\nGive Me The Love That I Need\nBaby Lets Lose Some Sleep Tonight\nSweetheart One Night Together\nIs Not Nearly Enough\nWe Need The Rest Of Forever Making Up For Lost Love\nSo Lets Turn Out The Lights\nLay Here By My Side\nGive You The Love That You Need\nLets Lose Some Sleep Tonight\nThe Love That I Need\nBaby Lets Lose Some Sleep Tonight", "Hell start drinkin\nAnd hell start thinkin about her again\nAgain, and again\nHe musta bought the jukebox\nCause those old sad songs just wont end\nThey just wont end\nHis old broken heart, still burns with desire\nCause you cant put out an old flame\nBy pouring whiskey on the fire\nAnd tonight hell make a toast, to her memory\nAnd then hell take another shot of 100 proof misery\nAnd his old broken heart, still burns with desire\nCause you cant put out an old flame\nBy pouring whiskey on the fire\nHis tears fall like rain, but his pain just wont die down\nCause theres another blaze thats brewin\nAs he buys another round\nAnd tonight hell make a toast, to her memory\nAnd then hell take another shot of 100 proof misery\nAnd his old broken heart, still burns with desire\nCause you cant put out an old flame\nBy pouring whiskey\nNo you cant put out an old flame\nBy pouring whiskey\nHell start drinkin\nAnd hell start thinkin about her, again", "He broke your heart\nAnd he tore your dreams in two\nAnd he kissed a bottom-feedin’ sucker-fish\nIn front of you\nDeep down you knew that it was never gonna last\n‘Cuz he’s a piece of stink-bait\nAlways actin’ like a bass and\nNow you’re thinkin’\nYour ship is slowly sinkin’\nYou’re stayin’ up all night long\nDrownin’ in your drinkin’\nBefore you give up\nGet your rear back in the water\nDance a jig\nJitterbug\nOr tie on a hula popper\nThen you throw out a line\nReel it back in\nIf you catch a boot\nYou gotta cast it out again\nYou know you’ll never catch a keeper\nIf you sit around and cry\nSo get back in that boat and fish!\nNow you heard the girl he’s kissin’\nIs stirrin’ up a wake\nSayin she hooked you good\nAnd threw you right back in the lake\nJust remember what your mama said\nAbout sticks and rocks\nEven though you’d like to smack her\nWith your metal tackle box\nYou gotta throw out a line\nReel it back in\nIf you catch a boot\nYou gotta cast it out again\nYou know you’ll never catch a keeper\nIf you sit around and cry\nSo get back in that boat and fish!\nSo don’t say farewell to forever\nLike happy ever after ain’t never gonna work\nDon’t you throw the towel in\nThe last one you drug in\nWas just a state record-breakin’\nLarge-mouth jerk\nYou gotta throw out a line\nReel it back in\nIf you catch a boot\nYou gotta cast it out again\nYou know you’ll never catch a keeper\nIf you sit around and cry\nSo get back in that boat and\nThrow out a line\nReel it back in\nIf you catch a boot\nYou gotta cast it out again\nYou know you’ll never catch a keeper\nIf you sit around and cry\nSo get back in that boat and fish!\nYeah, get back in that boat and fish!\nGirl, get back in that boat\nAnd fish!", "If truth be told, you know Im too tired to lie\nWhen I think about us, I just sit back and sigh\nWhat used to be, you and me, and who we are now\nAnd how it got to this, I just dont know how\nHalf-full or half-empty, theres no way of knowing\nBut once upon a time, that cup was overflowing\nGirl, I need a shot of love like a drunk needs whiskey\nIts now or never, baby, are you gone or you with me?\nOoh, shake a heartache and give my love what its needing\nShake a heartache, find a way to stop the bleeding\nShake a heartache, gonna shake it real slow\nUntil theres nothing shaking but the radio\nSinging yeah, yeah, yeah\nSo long overdue, lose the blues, you better hold on real tight\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nWere gonna make the earth quake and shake a heartache tonight\nLike a rock-your-socks jukebox kind of romancing\nYour momma never let you watch that movie Dirty Dancing\nWe were cut-a-rugging, jitterbugging just like Swayze\nGonna be bop a loo bop be bop ya crazy\nWe were doing all the things that they said we shouldnt do\nWe were singing with the stars, we were howling at the moon\nI miss those midnight rides in the back of my truck\nTank is sittin on E, its time we fill it back up\nOoh, shake a heartache and give my love what its needing\nShake a heartache, find a way to stop the bleeding\nShake a heartache, gonna shake it real slow\nUntil theres nothing shaking but the radio\nSinging yeah, yeah, yeah\nSo long overdue, lose the blues, you better hold on real tight\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nWere gonna make the earth quake and shake a heartache tonight\nIll take you home and taste your sweet red lips\nGonna shake a heartache, shimmy shaking those hips\nRocking and a-rolling to the rhythm of the beats\nGonna shake a heartache underneath the sheets\nSinging yeah, yeah, yeah\nSo long overdue, lose the blues you better hold on real tight\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nWere gonna make the earth quake and shake a heartache tonight\nOoh, shake a heartache and give my love what its needing\nShake a heartache, find a way to stop the bleeding\nShake a heartache, were gonna shake it real slow\nUntil theres nothing shaking but the radio\nSinging yeah, yeah, yeah\nSo long overdue, lose the blues, you better hold on real tight\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nWere gonna make the earth quake and shake a heartache tonight\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nSo long overdue, lose the blues, you better hold on real tight\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nWere gonna make the earth quake and shake a heartache tonight\nMake the earth quake and shake a heartache tonight\nWere gonna make the earth quake\nWere gonna shake that heartache tonight\nWere gonna shake that heartache tonight\nWere gonna shake that heartache", "The words cannot express, the way you look in that white dress\nI dont believe theres ever been such a beautiful sight\nAll my dreams are coming true, that yellow rose aint got nothing on you\nHearts are breaking across Texas tonight\nChorus\nAnd tears will be falling everywhere, as your lettin down your hair\nFrom cowboys wishin, that it was them holding you tight\nWell thats the harsh reality, Id feel the same if you hadnt chose me\nHearts are breaking across Texas tonight\nThe lone star is shining bright above, and theres magic in the air\nBut looking deep into your eyes, I cant help but sympathize\nFor those who will never know, the kind of love we share\nChorus\nAnd tears will be falling everywhere, as your lettin down your hair\nFrom cowboys wishin, that it was them holding you tight\nWell thats the harsh reality, Id feel the same if you hadnt chose me\nHearts are breaking across Texas tonight\nYes Hearts are breaking across Texas", "Those horses need to run like wheels need to roll\nWhere that rubber meets a red dirt road\nI need your kiss like a cooler needs cans\nLike your body needs my two hands\nSo, baby, climb on up and slide on in\nHigh as a kite, feeling free as the wind\nFind that buckle next to me in the middle\nYou can grind my gears, but dont you play me like a fiddle\nWe can tie one on and come unwound\nTurn up the heat when the suns goes down\nWell, they dont call it a truck bed for nothing\nYeah, you know thats right\nNothings better than a Silverado Saturday night\nGot money to burn like gas in the tank\nGot the perfect spot there down by the bank\nGot my old Zebco with a ten pound line\nSo kick off your boots, now its time to shine\nSo, baby, climb on up and slide on in\nHigh as a kite, feeling free as the wind\nFind that buckle next to me in the middle\nYou can grind my gears, but dont you play me like a fiddle\nWe can tie one on and come unwound\nTurn up the heat when the suns goes down\nWell, they dont call it a truck bed for nothing\nYeah, you know thats right\nNothings better than a Silverado Saturday night\nNo, theres nothings better than a Silverado Saturday night\nIts just you and me underneath the moon\nWell be dancing with the stars\nYeah, Ill show you what they mean\nWhen they sing about fishing in the dark\nSo, baby, climb on up and slide on in\nHigh as a kite, feeling free as the wind\nFind that buckle next to me in the middle\nYou can grind my gears, but dont you play me like a fiddle\nWe can tie one on and come unwound\nTurn up the heat when the suns goes down\nWell, they dont call it a truck bed for nothing\nYeah, you know thats right\nNothings better than a Silverado\nThey dont call it a truck bed for nothing\nYeah, you know thats right\nNothings better than a Silverado\nThey dont call it a truck bed for nothing\nYeah, you know thats right\nNothings better than a Silverado Saturday night\nA Silverado Saturday night", "I love so fragile\nAnd the heart so hollow\nShatter with words\nImpossible to follow\nYou’re saying I’m fragile\nI try not to be\nI search only\nFor something\nI can’t see\nI have my own life\nAnd I am stronger\nThan you know\nBut I carry this feeling\nWhen you walked into my house\nThat you won’t be walking out the door\nStill I carry this feeling\nWhen you walked into my house\nThat you won’t be walking out the door\nLovers forever\nFace to face\nMy city or mountains\nStay with me stay\nI need you to love me\nI need you today\nGive to me your leather\nTake from me\nMy lace\nYou in the moonlight\nWith your sleepy eyes\nCould you ever love a man like me\nAnd you were right\nWhen I walked into your house\nI knew I’d never want to leave\nSometimes I’m a strong man\nSometimes cold and scared\nAnd sometimes I cry\nBut that time I saw you\nI knew with you light my nights\nSomehow I’d get by\nLovers forever\nFace to face\nMy city or mountains\nStay with me stay\nI need you to love me\nI need you today\nGive to me your leather\nTake from me\nMy lace\nLovers forever\nFace to face\nMy city or mountains\nStay with me stay\nI need you to love me\nI need you today\nGive to me your leather\nTake from me\nMy lace\nTake from me\nMy lace\nTake from me\nMy lace", "He starts to think when she winks that hes somewhere he shouldnt be\nHe may be alone but at home someones wearing his ring\nSo he heads for the door and ignores the devil on his shoulder\nHell do the right thing but someones gonna break down and hold her\nChorus:\nAnd theres a vacancy at home but not tonight at the Notel Motel\nIn a room full of lies where love is stolen or put up for sale\nIf the walls could talk you know theyd have some stories to tell\nTheres a vacancy at home but not tonight at the Notel Motel\nOnce again another man walks in and orders him drinks for two\nDespite his wife and picture perfect life hes to good to be true\nWhile hes flirting shed swear hes working on a job out of town\nA married man, you know hes got no business messing around\nChorus:\nAnd theres a vacancy at home but not tonight at the Notel Motel\nIn a room full of lies where love is stolen or put up for sale\nIf the walls could talk you know theyd have some stories to tell\nTheres a vacancy at home but not tonight at the Notel Motel\nIts a five star chain or a run down dirt cheap no name\nWith or without room service what done is the same\nChorus:\nAnd theres a vacancy at home but not tonight at the Notel Motel\nIn a room full of lies where love is stolen or put up for sale\nIf the walls could talk you know theyd have some stories to tell\nTheres a vacancy at home but not tonight at the Notel Motel", "I swore Id never love again a promise Id keep till the end\nBut then you made a liar out of me\nBut even a man of his words cant talk his way out of the hurt\nWhen everything reminds him of his old used to be\nBut you made me forget about\nWhats her name I cant remember a thing because my mind is always on you\nI just draw a blank every time I try to think about the girl who tore my heart in two\nYou made me forget about, whats her name\nGirl I was down and out without a shadow of a doubt\nUntil you shined your love light on me\nI lost my faith in love my soul had given up\nIt took a miracle to make me believe\nBut you made me forget about\nWhats her name I cant remember a thing because my mind is always on you\nI just draw a blank every time I try to think about the girl who tore my heart in two\nYou made me forget about\nWhats her name I cant remember a thing because my mind is always on you\nI just draw a blank every time I try to think about the girl who tore my heart in two\nYou made me forget about, whats her name", "Youre the devils daughter in disguise\nSo dont try to hide the fire in your eyes\nYou must be stupid cause you just dont have a clue\nEven hell frozen over is warmer than my love for you\nWhen all those Aggies move to Austin\nAnd Beaumont is covered in snow\nWhen the wind dont blow in Amarillo\nDarlin then you can come back home\nYou sure can shake your little round behind\nBut your hour glass figure wont buy my time\nYou know how to work it Lord knows its worked before\nThis time you leave your butt will have the imprint of the front door\nWhen Fort Worth is east of Dallas\nAnd Texans forget the Alamo\nWhen Lubbock opens up a ski resort\nAnd the Brazos is straighter than an arrow\nWhen all those Aggies move to Austin\nAnd Beaumont is covered in snow\nWhen the wind dont blow in Amarillo\nDarlin then you can come back home\nBut dont hold your breath", "Whenever she walks flowers grow in her footsteps\nWhenever she talks all the birds hush their singing\nThe heart of a saint and the face of an angel\nAbsolutely unbelievably beautiful\nAnd when this cruel worlds been gettin me down\nShell take my frown and shell turn it back around\nLike a clown, shell crack a joke\nActing crazy as a fool\nAbsolutely unbelievably beautiful\nItd be a big old fat lie, if I said I\nWasnt turned on just by her looks alone\nShes so much more, so much more than meets the eye\nShes an angel on loan from up above\nAnd when I come home and the day is sinkin down\nShell set the mood and put some soft slow music on\nAnd all 7 wonders aint half as wonderful\nNever ceases to amaze me\nThe epitome of what love should be\nAbsolutely unbelievably beautiful", "She said she was not the one for me\nThere was nothing I could do to change her mind\nShe said she was sorry but some things arent meant to be\nShe was unaware that she was robbing her heart blind\nWhat she dont know is Ill always love her forever\nWhat she dont know is that Ive never done her wrong\nUnderestimation will break her heart for sure\nWhat she cant see, what she dont know\nWont hurt her but its killing me\nDeep in the shadows of the smokey neon lights\nI play myself in a lonely game of pool\nI chalk it up as he sits down by her side\nI take another shot, swallow my pride and I play a fool\nChorus\nWatching her dance with him\nAround that empty hardwood floor\nIs like putting sawdust in the wound\nAnd I cry a little more\nChorus", "Im there to greet you when your life begins\nYoull start your journey on your knees and hands\nI offer many choices an places you can go\nCause you must choose cause Im just the road\nIm paved with memries, glory and regrets\nIm lined with broken dreams and cigarettes\nYou can take all you can hold but if you stumble bneath your load\nDont blame me; Im just the road\nIm a million miles before you, Im a million miles behind\nIll take you straight and narrow, Ill ramble and Ill wind\nSo curse my broken brimstone or kiss my bricks of gold\nIm not the reason, Im just the road\nRoad to riches, the path of righteousness\nThrough busy cities, or through a mountain mess\nIll take you through the high way or snake you through the low\nBut its your call, Im just the road\nIm a million miles before you, Im a million miles behind\nIll take you straight and narrow, Ill ramble and Ill wind\nSo curse my broken brimstone or kiss my bricks of gold\nIm not the reason, Im just the road\nInstrumental interlude\nYour last breath is not the death of me\nIll take you on to where your ticket reads\nTo that place where I hope shinin angels greet your soul\nIf they dont, Im just the road\nCause Im a million miles before you, Im a million miles behind\nIll take you straight and narrow, Ill ramble and Ill wind\nSo curse my broken brimstone or kiss my bricks of gold\nIm not the reason, Im just the road\nIm a million miles before you, Im a million miles behind\nIll take you straight and narrow, Ill ramble and Ill wind\nSo curse my broken brimstone or kiss my bricks of gold\nIm not the reason, Im just the road\nSo dont you thank me dont you blame me\nWhen youre at that judgment throne\nCause Im not the reason, Im just the road", "Wild Horses & honky Tonkin bars\nDrives a man to chase gold buckles and guitars\nI dont do it for the money I cant blame the fame\nIts been a long hard ride, still I saddle up just the same\nIm rolling right along, sky above is blue\nI got the window rolled down and Im listening to Chris Ledoux\nHalf a can of caffeine running through my veins\nRunning rain or shine and Im never pulling back the reins\nNo you may not see me on your TV, Im seldom heard on your radio\nBut if your looking, you might just find me somewhere between\nThe road and the rodeo", "While the world keeps changing he wont budge an inch\nHed ride lightening and never even flinch\nHe tips his hat to the ladies and the legends too\nSkoal ring on his pocket just like Chris LeDoux\nHe loves whiskey and rolling smokes\nCampfires, songs and old man jokes\nLong live cowboys, chasing gold buckle dreams\nPearl snap shirts and old faded blue jeans\nReal life cowboys who weather the wind and the rain\nLike desperados waiting on a train\nThosе honky tonk heroes and their six string guitars\nOutlaw troubadours bеneath those neon stars\nLong live cowboys\nWell, listen up girl your mama learned first hand\nThe reason they dont call him a cowman\nHes a cowboy, he wont always save the day\nHell ride off into the sunset even when he should stay\nThe same thing that stole your heart\nIs the same dang thing thats gonna tear it apart\nLong live cowboys, chasing gold buckle dreams\nPearl snap shirts and old faded blue jeans\nReal life cowboys who weather the wind and the rain\nLike desperados waiting on a train\nThose honky tonk heroes and their six string guitars\nOutlaw troubadours beneath those neon stars\nLong live cowboys\nModern day, real life, cowboys\nNaw, hell never settle down, you cant tame his soul\nHe was just born a hundred years too slow\nLong live cowboys, chasing gold buckle dreams\nPearl snap shirts and old faded blue jeans\nReal life cowboys who weather the wind and the rain\nLike desperados waiting on a train\nThose honky tonk heroes and their six string guitars\nOutlaw troubadours beneath those neon stars\nLong live cowboys\nYeah, long live cowboys", "If youd had made a tag on the back\nOf those designer jeans shes wearin\nIts some big name brand you cant buy at a Wal-mart\nAnd you from what shes got on\nFrom her Versace to her Louis Vuitton\nYou wouldnt think shed know every Merle Haggard song by\nHeart\nBut when it comes down to the heart of the situation\nShes a little rockin honky tonkin modern day Minnie\nPearl\nI should know, Ive been all across this great nation\nOh there aint no doubt, shes an All American country girl\nWell she comes pullin up to you at a red light\nIn some high-fallutin fancy foreign car\nRich lady shades and a little dog in the window\nYoud never know she was born and raised right down on her\nGrandaddys farm\nBut when it comes down to the heart of the situation\nShes a little rockin honky tonkin modern day Minnie\nPearl\nI should know, Ive been all across this great nation\nOh there aint no doubt, shes an All American country girl\nTheres somethin bout her slow southern twang\nIt sweet talks me into anything\nHer smile, her wink, and her pretty please\nBrings any country boy down to his knees\nBut when it comes down to the heart of the situation\nShes a little rockin honky tonkin modern day Minnie\nPearl\nI should know, Ive been all across this great nation\nOh there aint no doubt, shes an All American country girl\nOh there aint no doubt, shes an All American country girl", "Well... I been packed up some two weeks ago\nMy trucks gased up and ready to roll\nJust might get a ticket or two,but thats alright\nCause Im going to Texas to see my baby tonight\nThinkin bout her sends chills up my spine\nTheres a feelin I get when I cross the state line\nHer pickup truck will be next to mine\nCause Im going to Texas to see my baby tonight\nColorados quite a sight\nBut Id rather see my baby in those rugged mountain jeans\nGettin cold at night,she can keep me warm\nIf you know what I mean ..........., LoneStar shining bright\nShines a little brighter,when shes with me\nSo Im going to Texas to see my baby tonight\nLive a long life livin out on the road\nWhen the only friend of yours is the radio\nBut even he fades out every now and then\nGirl I made a mistake I aint goin to make again\nThe closer I get seems the faster I go\nThe only thing between us now is New Mexico\nIts just a matter of time before I hold her tight\nCause Im going to Texas to see my baby tonight\nRepeat Chorus\nGoing to Texas to see my baby tonight", "For the life of me will her memory keep on keepin me awake?\nThis empty pillow by my head is proof you sleep in the bed that you make\nJust like a fool I did nothin, nothin short of helpin her pack\nWish I could find a way, find the words to say\nTo bring my baby back\nIve got a good thing goin, and she aint slowin down\nA good thing goin, showin no sign of turnin around\nIf I could go back, somehow backtrack\nId undo all I did wrong, but Ive got a bad feelin my good thing goin is a good thing gone\nThought shed at least call to say that she was ok\nWhile she left me walkin the floor\nMaybe she was long gone long before she ever set foot out that door\nI guess over time the love in her heart was overshadowed by her heartaches\nShe didnt scream or shout, she had it all mapped out, and she never even tapped the brakes\nIve got a good thing goin, and she aint slowin down\nA good thing goin, showin no sign of turnin around\nIf I could go back, somehow backtrack\nId undo all I did wrong, but Ive got a bad feelin my good thing goin is a good thing gone\nThere goes my life down that highway\nAll of my dreams slippin further away from this broken home\nIve gotta put the pieces all back together\nIve got a good thing goin, and she aint slowin down\nA good thing goin, showin no signs of turnin around\nIf I could go back, somehow backtrack\nId undo all I did wrong, but Ive got a bad feelin my good thing goin is a good thing gone\nIve got a good thing goin", "Now he dont expect her to stay true to him\nAnd she never says that she will\nBut hes got a first love that just might kill him\nAnd she knows hes hooked on the thrill\nSo shell wait and worry then shell wait some more\nFor the fever that drives him to just run its course\nShe talks to that picture they took their last night\nTogether\nSays you cant be a cowboy forever\nNo you cant be a cowboy forever\nSometimes he calls her he swears that the ground hurts\nMore than it did yesterday\nShe knows his voice and he still sounds determined to do\nWhatever it takes\nSo shell wait and worry then shell wait some more\nFor the fever that drives him to just run its course\nThe whiskey he drinks said some things last spring\nThat upset her\nLord he cant be a cowboy forever\nNo you cant be a cowboy forever\nThen one night he shows up and says whats for dinner\nWith that cocky grin on his face the way that she smiled\nAnd the way that she held him, told him he wasnt too late\nShe closed her eyes and he put that ring on her finger\nSaid you cant be a cowboy forever\nNo you cant be a cowboy forever\nNo you cant be a cowboy forever", "On a stage behind chicken wire at the roughest biker bar in town\nDodgin chairs and broken beer bottles but I wouldnt put that guitar down\nDown the road another night another show never known if somebodys showin up\nYou live to play another day the things youll do to do what you love\nOh the things youll do like sleepin in an old church van\nWhere youre payin your dues playin for free workin three jobs so that you can\nWell the fact that Im alive and Im singin this song is a miracle from above\nThanks to the Man and every fan the things youll do to do what you love\nOut in the cold in the freezin snow I got down on my knee\nSold my six string, bought you a ring and said honey will you marry me please?\nGirl Ill admit it was well worth it but gettin rid of that guitar was tough\nThank God you bought it back the next day, the things youll do to do what you love\nOh the things youll do\nLike when you woke me up at 4AM\nYou were seven months pregnant cravin ice cream, a jar of pickles and a can of spam\nWhen I heard what you said I jumped out of bed and I drove off in my pick up truck\nI saw your smile and it made it all worthwhile the things youll do to do what you love\nOh the things youll do like workin overtime makin ends meet\nWell youre broke as a joke but it aint funny always feelin flat dead on your feet\nBut the kids are fed and their jumpin on the bed and you cant keep from crackin up\nYoure changin ties the Lord provides the things youll do to do what you love\nLord is it true?", "He calls from a hotel in downtown Dallas\nSays he wont be home for three more days\nShe gets so lonely in her Houston hill top palace\nTalking to her self as their two-year-old plays\nShe rocks the baby to sleep then gets in bed\nReads romance novels of a love she once had\nShe closes her eyes and dreams about the man\nWho gave her more than money and a call now and then\nChorus:\nAs the shine on her diamond starts to fade\nShe recalls the promises they made\nBut a bond can only bend so far before it breaks\nShes stuck between a rock and a heartache\nShe tries to keep busy with her everyday routines\nSoap operas in the afternoons, after she cleans\nAs she wipes off a picture frame from their wedding day\nShe wonders if he asked her again what would she say\nChorus\nShe feels like shes stranded somewhere in no mans land\nCause her life is like a prisoners chained to a wedding band\nChorus", "Well I was thumbing through the channels\nAnd I saw a sight to see\nA so-called country singer, there singing on MTV\nAnd I began to think - had she ever heard a thing\nHad she ever been to Texas where Bob Wills is still the king\nAh - ha\nFrom the Houston rodeo to any old dancehall\nOf cowgirls and cowboys know how to have a ball\nAnd every night theyll tip a toast to the Lone Star state\nWhere the women are so fine and the music is so great\nCause I wanna two-step to a real dancehall swinger\nI dont wanna see no wanna-be country western singer\nDont call it country unless you can prove it\nI want something with a swing to it\nAw yeah...\nAll together now....\nIts a Texas thing, Yall\nSo if you dont understand just drop what youre doing\nDrive here as quick as you can\nId even stop in Oklahoma if it was up to me\nCause when it comes to country, there aint none like\nI wanna two-step to a real dancehall swinger\nI dont wanna see no wanna-be country western singer\nDont call it country unless you can prove it\nI want something with a swing to it\nThat hip-hoppin rappin boy band crap is for the squirrels in San Francisco\nAnd Nashville is making music that sounds like a dadgum disco\nDont call it country unless you can prove it\nI want something with a swing to it\nYes, I said dont call it country unless you can prove it\nI want something with a swing to it\nThats right...", "Ahh lets go honky tonkin\nLets go honky tonkin\nHave a honky tonkin good time with us\nAhh lets go honky tonkin\nLets go honky tonkin\nHonky tonkin round Texas\nWell Ill put some diesel in the tank\nGive that old Detroit a crank\nWell sit back and let that silver eagle fly\nWell up and down that Lonestar State\nLets have a honky tonkin tail gate\nAnd dont forget to kiss your baby good bye\nStick out a thumb and bum a ride\nHitch-hike across the country side\nCome see why they call this place Gods country\nWell criss-cross in the Colorado\nFrom Amarillo to Zapata\nEvery town along the way from A to Z\nWell my mom called me up\nAnd she gave me my last warning\nSaid therell be hell to pay\nIf I miss church this Sunday morning", "The full moons glowing out so bright\nIts light out on the highway\nI cant hear the engine for the\nWheels out on the road\nThe wind is blowing freezing\nBut it keeps my eyes wide open\nIts 3AM an drivins far\nAnd it hauls a heavy load\nI got to tell her that Im sorry\nI got to tell her I was wrong\nI got to show her I still love her\nAnd I been drivin all night long\n100 miles from no where\nThere are houses on the highway\nEmpty and a dark place\nThat someone once called home\nMaybe they put sheets on chairs\nAnd tables like the movies\nBut I know in that in real life\nThere as empty as my soul\nI got to tell her that Im sorry\nI got to tell her I was wrong\nI got to show her I still love her\nAnd I been drivin all night long\nAnd if I fail and I turn my wheel\nInto that semi coming\nI know well that theres a man in there\nJust trying to get home\nAnd waiting up and worrying\nIs a woman loves him dearly\nAint thinking clearly\nCause I been drivin all night long\nPeople think Im lazy\nAnd Im scared to just stop runnin\nPeople think Im crazy\nAnd I dont know that shes gone\nBut I know that I got 200 miles\nTo make fore mornin\nI dont think too much\nCause I been drivin all night long\nI got to tell her that Im sorry\nI got to tell her I was wrong\nI got to show her I still love her\nAnd I been drivin all night long\nI got to tell her that Im sorry\nI got to tell her I was wrong\nI got to show her I still love her\nAnd I been drivin all night long", "Hes wrinkled and gray but hes still got the fire\nAnd he sings on the stage like a bird on a wire\nHell pack em in just like he always did\nEverybody loves The Honky Tonk Kid\nHe got his first guitar when he was fifteen\nThirstin for knowledge, all hungry and green\nStrummin that six string just like Lefty did\nEverybody loves The Honky Tonk Kid\nWell the Honky Tonk Kid loves a honky tonk crowd\nHe picks them up when this world gets them down\nAll the smoke and the neon keep his pain here\nNobody knows The Honky Tonk Kid\nTen million fans and a hand full of friends\nHell go home alone when each night ends\nHell think about her and hell twist off the lid\nCause nobody loves The Honky Tonk Kid\nIt wont be long the lord will take him away\nHed sung his last song, theyll place a reef on his grave\nBut hell draw a crowd just like he always did\nOne last goodbye for The Honky Tonk Kid", "Itll be you or the whiskey\nThat puts me six feet in the ground\nYou can kick me out tomorrow\nBut, tonight, dont kick me when Im down\nI couldnt be any lower\nYou got me down here on my knees\nGirl, Im begging you, please\nBaby, please\nBefore you leave me, drink all my wine\nCome steal my covers one last time\nWont you stay, put me out of my misery\nCome wreck my bed and hold me tight\nBreak my heart come morning light\nJust give me one more night tonight\nHave mercy on me\nPut me out of my misery\nFrom the outside looking in\nLooks like Ive got it all\nBut Ive learned the hard way\nThe higher you fly, the further you fall\nIt feels like Im crashing to the ground\nFrom thirty thousand feet\nGirl, Im begging you, please\nBaby, please\nBefore you leave, drink all my wine\nCome steal my covers one last time\nWont you stay, put me out of my misery\nCome and wreck my bed and hold me tight\nBreak my heart come morning light\nJust give me one more night tonight\nHave mercy on me\nPut me out of my misery\nAnd if youre not making love\nMake believe with me\nGirl, Im begging you, please\nBaby, please\nBefore you leave me, drink all my wine\nCome steal my covers one last time\nWont you stay, put me out of my misery\nCome wreck my bed and hold me tight\nBreak my heart come morning light\nJust give me one more night tonight\nHave mercy on me\nPut me out of my misery\nPut me out of my misery", "Well I was born on the banks of a river\nCool and clear runnin deep and wide\nSo I put my feet in the rushin water\nAnd felt the freedom runnin deep inside\nAnd though I wander through the darkened valley\nWell it was there to lead me home\nWhenever I needed a little peaceful healin\nWell you can find me where the river flows\nThose sheltered days are so far behind me\nAnd now I travel unchartered ground\nMy steps may lead me through the barren desert\nBut I wont lose sight of where I am bound\nMy feet grow weary through lifes journey\nStill theres a place where I can go\nWhenever Im needin a little peaceful healin\nYou can find me where the river flows\nNow if youre searchin for the river\nListen close and you can hear it runnin on and on\nWhen I reach the end of this road Ive taken\nAnd I feel cold wind down in my bones\nWell Ill be needin a little peaceful healin\nAnd you will find me where the river flows\nAnd though I wander through the darkened valley\nIts always there to lead me home\nWhenever Im needin a little peaceful healin\nYes, you will find me where the river flows\nYes, you will find me where the river flows", "His song comes on the radio, and brings back your memory\nAnd reminds me of the way that it used to be\nYou loved all his hits like hello darlin and tight fittin jeans\nI just wish your leaving were only make believe\nEvery time I hear those songs it makes me think about you\nAnd how we used to sing along to all the ones that we knew\nIts not that they arent good I used to love them to\nBut every time I hear those songs it makes me think about you\nHe may have been the best friend that any song ever had\nBut when I hear that growl in his voice it always makes me sad\nIt hurts to hear him sing Im not through loving you yet\nLord only knows what Id give if I could forget\nDaddy left us when I was only three\nAll he left behind were those Conway Twitty records and me\nMomma every time I hear those songs it makes me think about you", "Oh, lord save my soul\nI like to get a little loud\nGoes without saying I suppose\nIve got this thing for old guitars\nHonky-tonkin bars and my honey suckle rose\nCause shes as sweet as she can be\nShe keeps me coming back around and around\nSeems Im always on the fly\nWhen that ramblin fever rises high\nShe brings my temperature back down\nShe always does\nId be an out of control, wild and wanderin gypsy soul\nAnd I know without her love Id fall apart\nThat girl of mine must be plum halfway out of her mind\nFor loving me, God bless her crazy heart\nIm like a full time job\nSometimes a household chore\nI wonder when she said, I do\nIf she truly ever knew\nWhat our future had in store\nSomehow she still believes in me\nThrough all my many winds of change\nSome have faith it will move a mountain\nLord, shes got the kind thatll move the mountain range\nShe always moves me\nId be an out of control, wild and wanderin gypsy soul\nAnd I know without her love Id fall apart\nThat girl of mine must be plum halfway out of her mind\nFor loving me, God bless her crazy heart\nId be an out of control, wild and wanderin gypsy soul\nAnd I know without her love Id fall apart\nThat girl of mine must be plum halfway out of her mind\nFor loving me, God bless her crazy heart\nA love like this is like a slow kiss on a runaway train\nIm bound to crash and burn, derail, twist and turn\nMy world is borderline insane\nCause Im an out of control, wild and wanderin gypsy soul\nWithout her love Id fall apart\nWell, thank God that girl of mine is halfway out of her mind\nI love her crazy heart\nWell, thank God that girl of mine is halfway out of her mind\nI love her crazy heart", "Youre too hard to handle\nScandal after scandal\nYou must think Im naive\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nIts wild alibis and those outrageous lies\nYou expect me to believe\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nWell, Ive thought about it and Ive made up my mind\nIts time we call it quits\nYou know you may be fun for Saturday night\nBut the rest of the week is the pits\nMeasure what we have between the good and the bad\nAnd theres just too much uncertainty\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nBecause you placed the blame on the pink champagne\nFor dancin naked on New Years Eve\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nIll buy a one-way ticket to destination - you pick it\nAnywhere from Tulsa to Tel Aviv\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nWell, Ive thought about it and Ive made up my mind\nIts time we call it quits\nYou know you may be fun for Saturday night\nBut the rest of the week is the pits\nAnytime youre nice, I cant help but think twice\nTheres always something up your sleeve\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nAw yeah...", "Well before she came along he was lonesome onry and mean\nIt was his way or the high way\nBut she had a way that hed never seen\nHed been livin hard and fast\nAll his takin was takin its toll\nAnd it took a good hearted, hard headed angel\nTo help him gain control\nHe wore his own kind of hat\nAnd for that folks called him an outlaw\nWell some even cussed his name\nCause they couldnt see the same man she saw\nHe strummed the beat of a different drum\nAnd his hair was always long and messy, yes it was\nAnd he said he wouldnt change for no one\nExcept for Jessie\nWell she never tried to change him\nBut she loved him and gave him a son\nAnd that aint easy with a honky tonkin man\nMakin music on the run\nAnd Lord knows she was a good wife\nAlways good at findin ways to right his wrongs\nShe was the love of his life, the inspiration for his songs\nHe wore his own kind of hat\nAnd for that folks called him an outlaw\nWell some even cussed his name\nCause they couldnt see the same man she saw\nHe strummed the beat of a different drum\nAnd his hair was always long and messy, yes it was\nAnd he said he wouldnt change for no one\nExcept for Jessie\nHe wore his own kind of hat\nAnd for that folks called him an outlaw\nWell some even cussed his name\nCause they couldnt see the same man she saw\nHe strummed the beat of a different drum\nAnd his hair was always long and messy, yes it was\nAnd he said he wouldnt change for no one\nExcept for Jessie", "Silver wings shining in the sunlight\nRoaring engines headed somewhere in flight\nTheyre taking you away, leaving me lonely\nSilver wings slowly fading out of sight\nDont leave me I cry, dont take that airplane ride\nBut you locked me out of your mind. Left me standing here behind\nSilver wings shining in the sunlight\nRoaring engines headed somewhere in flight\nTheyre taking you away, leaving me lonely\nSilver wings slowly fading out of sight\nSilver wings shining in the sunlight\nRoaring engines headed somewhere in flight\nTheyre taking you away. Leaving me lonely\nSilver wings slowly fading out of sight\nSlowly fading out of sight", "Sometimes I hear a woman cryin\nAnd a man sayin nothin at all\nOften I hear children laughin\nAnd footsteps walkin down the hall\nTheres a ghost for every memory\nAlways remindin me that I was wrong\nAnd since her leavin\nIve been sleepin\nLeavin all of the lights on\nWhat was once a happy home\nFeels more like a haunted house\nHaunted by the sounds of broken hearts\nRattlin off the chain of broken vows\nIt sends a chill through my bones\nIts got me scared as a mouse\nNow empty and alone\nWhat was once a happy home\nFeels more like a haunted house\nTheres no place to run and hide\nI swear shes everywhere I go\nIn every room I, smell her perfume\nI know shes not here\nBut Im not alone\nIt sends a chill through my bones\nIts got me scared as a mouse\nNow empty and alone\nWhat was once a happy home\nFeels more like a haunted house", "When wilted and whithered\nAnd dyin of thirst\nIn need of forgiveness\nWhen youre at your worst\nLet the rain fall upon you\nLike sweet mornin dew\nWash away all your sorrows\nAnd let the Son shine on you\nLet the Son shine from heaven\nThrough the clouds in the sky\nCome receive your salvation\nFrom His sacrifice\nAnd when youre down and discouraged\nAnd your hearts torn in two\nYou turn your face to the Father\nAnd let His Son shine on you\nIve been there before\nAnd I know your pain\nSurrounded by darkness\nAll alone and ashamed\nWhile youre out on lifes highway\nThe wrong turn can leave you lost\nSo when you come to the crossroad\nTake the road to the cross\nLet the Son shine from heaven\nThrough the clouds in the sky\nCome receive your salvation\nFrom His sacrifice\nAnd when youre down and discouraged\nAnd your hearts torn in two\nTurn your face to the Father\nAnd let His Son shine on you\nAnd when youre down and discouraged\nAnd your hearts torn in two\nYou turn your face to the Father\nAnd let His Son shine on you\nTurn your face to the Father\nAnd let His Son shine on you", "East bound and down, loaded up and truckin\nWere gonna do what they say cant be done\nWeve got a long way to go and a short time to get there\nIm east bound, just watch ol bandit run\nKeep your foot hard on the pedal, boys never mind them brakes\nLet it all hang out cause we got a run to make\nThe boys are thirsty in Atlanta and theres beer in Texarkana\nAnd well bring it back, no matter what it takes\nEast bound and down, loaded up and truckin\nWere gonna do what they say cant be done\nWeve got a long way to go and a short time to get there\nIm east bound, just watch ol bandit run\nEast bound and down, loaded up and truckin\nWeve got a long way to go and a short time to get there\nIm east bound, just watch ol bandit run\nHey now, Smokeys got them ears on, hes hot on your trail\nAnd he aint gonna rest til youre in jail\nOh, you got to dodge him, you got to duck him\nYou got to keep that diesel truckin\nPut that hammer down and give it hell\nEast bound and down, loaded up and truckin\nWere gonna do what they say cant be done\nWeve got a long way to go and a short time to get there\nIm east bound, just watch ol bandit run", "I said hey sugar mama\nIm a gonna wanna gotta have a heyday tonight\nSo lets have a ball at the ole dance hall\nAnd later on we just might\nGo make a little love beneath the moon above\nUntil the mornin light\nSugar mama Im a gonna wanna gotta have a heyday tonight\nWell Ive been pushed down kicked around\nAll over town all week\nBurnin both ends from dusk til dawn\nTryin to make ends meet\nTell me why, Lord tell me why\nNice guys end up last in line\nTheres only one thing on Gods green earth\nTo get this cruel world off my mind\nIm a gonna wanna gotta have a heyday tonight\nSo lets have a ball at the ole dance hall\nAnd later on we just might\nGo make a little love beneath the moon above\nUntil the mornin light\nIm a gonna wanna gotta have a heyday tonight\nId say Monday is the worst day\nFor those workin man blues\nAnd Tuesday and Wednesdays more the same ole bad news\nWell Thursdays ok and Fridays gettin brighter\nWhen the whistle blows at 5:00\nIm comin home to pull an all-nighter\nSugar mama Im a gonna wanna gotta have a heyday tonight\nSo lets have a ball at the ole dance hall\nAnd later on we just might\nGo make a little love beneath the moon above\nUntil the mornin light\nSugar mama Im a gonna wanna gotta have a heyday tonight\nIm a gonna wanna gotta have a heyday tonight\nSo kick off your shoes, forget about your blues\nAnd let your troubles take flight\nWell you and me hun well have a little fun\nUntil the mornin light\nIm a gonna wanna gotta have a heyday tonight\nIm a gonna wanna gotta have a heyday tonight\nSo lets make a little love beneath the moon above\nIn the glow of a kerosene light\nWell be turnin on and on til the break of dawn\nTil we turn it on just right\nSugar mama Im a gonna wanna gotta have a heyday tonight\nIm a gonna wanna gotta have a heyday tonight", "Well my trucks wound up and its ready to roll\nI got a good buddy workin for the Highway Patrol\nSo if I get a ticket or two, Its gonna be alright\nBut the sheriff and his boys theyre in Estilline\nUnless theyre out to lunch at the Dairy Queen\nTheyll be itchin to turn on those red, white, and blue\nLights\nWell just like my daddy I was born a drifter\nI got a rebel heart and eight - ball shifter\nHorns on the hood and forty channel CB\nWell some things you never leave home without\nLike your Bible, log book, and your drivin route\nAnd your Best Of Dale Watson on CD\nChorus:\nCause Im a diesel drivin daddy\nDont you get in my lane\nPuttin the pedal to the medal\nBringin eighteen wheels of pain\nIve been in love\nBroke some hearts\nSettled down long enough to replace the parts\nKicked a little\nAsphalt along the way\nTheres a lonely life livin on the road\nWhen the only friend youve got is the radio\nAnd even he fades in and out every now and then\nBut maybe someday youll find the right one\nThatll shift the gears and let ya ride shotgun\nKnows how to get that big ole rig to spin\nChorus\nIm a panhandlin manhandlin\nPost holin high rollin dust bowlin daddy\nI aint got no blood in my veins\nI just got them four lanes\nOf hard Amarillo highway\nChorus\nUp and down that honky tonkin highway", "It’s finally here, todays the day, I had a 12 point buck 50 yards away. But I got a different kinda huntin on my mind, I\nGot my baby up in my deer blind\nCountry music on the radio, pull the real tree camouflage shades down low. Life is good, girl you’re lookin fine, Thank\nGod I got my baby up in my deer blind\nI dreamed about it, waited all year, forgot it all when you whispered in my ear. I’m lost for words, what can I say? I\nNever knew they made Mossy Oak negligee\nCountry music on the radio, pull the real tree camouflage shades down low. Life is good, girl you’re lookin fine, Thank\nGod I got my baby up in my deer blind\nWell, that old game warden, he better steer clear, there ain’t no poachin goin on up here. Its warm and cozy, and the stars\nAre bright above, Don’t knock it till you try a little redneck love\nCountry music on the radio, pull the real tree camouflage shades down low. Life is good, and girl you’re lookin fine\nThank God I got my baby up in my deer blind\nCountry music on the radio, pull the real tree camouflage shades down low. Life is good, girl you’re lookin fine, Thank\nGod I got my baby up in my deer blind\nIt’s finally here, todays the day, I had a 12 point buck 50 yards away. But I got a different kinda huntin on my mind\nThank God I got my baby up in my deer blind", "Yellow dog bus, blacktop highway\nThose butterflies fly on game day\nAll the shops close up as the sun goes down\nHere come those Friday night lights in a touchdown town\nAnd its the roar of the crowd \nWhen theyre screaming your name out loud \nEvery time you hear your fight song\nSinging We wont back down\nHere come those Friday night lights in a touchdown town\nYeah, you step on that field, feel the chill in the air\nTake pride in those colors that you wear\nAll the boys got your back, you got your girl in the stands\nYou hear Thunderstruck and the clash of the band\nAnd its the roar of the crowd \nWhen theyre screaming your name out loud \nEvery time you hear your fight song\nSinging We wont back down\nHere come those Friday night lights in a touchdown town\nLetter jackets in the closet, yearbooks collecting dust\nThose old trophies in the attic start to tarnish and rust\nYeah, it was fourth down and goal, we were going for the win\nAnd when I step on that stage, I feel that feeling again\nAnd its the roar of the crowd \nWhen theyre screaming your name out loud \nEvery time you hear your fight song\nSinging We wont back down\nHere come those Friday night lights in a touchdown town\nHere come those Friday night lights in a touchdown town\nHere come those Friday night lights in a touchdown town", "Some days are diamonds\nSome days are rocks\nSome doors are open\nSome roads are blocked\nSundowns are golden\nAnd then fade away\nAnd if I never do nothing\nIll get you back someday\nYou got a heart so big\nIt could crush this town\nAnd i cant hold out forever\nEven walls fall down\nAll around your island\nTheres a barricade\nIt keeps out the dangers\nAnd holds in the pain\nSometimes youre happy\nSometimes you cry\nAnd half of me is ocean\nAnd half of me is sky\nCause you got a heart so big\nIt could crush this town\nI cant hold out forever\nEven walls fall down\nSomethings are over\nSomethings go on\nPart of me you carry\nAnd part of me is gone\nCause you got a heart so big\nIt could crush this town\nAnd i cant hold out forever\nEven walls fall down\nCause you got a heart so big\nIt could crush this town\nAnd i cant hold out forever\nEven walls fall down", "Your standing there, that look in your eye\nYour looking for good ways to tell me goodbye\nSomething about people how they never know\nTheyre loving somebody then letting them go\nYour looking for reasons there aint no need\nYou can blame it on me\nChorus:\nYou can blame it on me. I was the one\nActing like real life was some old love song\nI held you too close; I couldnt let go\nYou cant loose your cool these days I know\nSo Ill go on home and you can feel free\nYou can blame it on me\nWell I am too rough; I work too hard\nIve got no cool friends, driving ol cars\nIm not the picture of anyones dreams\nIm full of bluebonnets, boots and old Jeans\nYour looking for reasons -\nThere aint no need; you can blame it on me\nChorus\nWhen you start looking\nFor ways outta love\nThen Ive been making mistakes by the dozen\nSo if you wanna leave\nYou can blame it on me\nI held you too close; I couldnt let go\nYou cant loose your cool these days I know\nSo Ill go on home and you can feel free\nTo blame it on me\nAll on Me\nYou can blame it on me", "Ive got a girl and Charlene is her name\nSince she flipped her skirt at me I aint never been the same\nAll of the boys in our trailer park\nWould take a bath and go to school just to win her heart\nHer name is Charlene Gene, shes every rednecks dream\nSome people think the thing that I love most\nIs the way that she butters up my toast\nBut most of most I love her lovely name\nJust the other day we were riding in my car\nWe got to Charlenes trailer and I pulled up in the yard\nOn her front porch was her old boyfriend Chase\nHe blew a little kiss at her so I kicked him in the face\nCause I love Charlene Gene, shes every rednecks dream\nSome people think the thing that I love most\nIs the way that she butters up my toast\nBut most of most I love her lovely name\nCharlenes got a brother and his name is Jim\nAnd shes got one other and his names the same as him\nOne of them is ugly and one of them is mean\nBut both of them together couldnt keep me from Charlene\nCause I love Charlene Gene, shes every rednecks dream\nSome people think the thing that I love most\nIs the way that she butters up my toast\nBut most of most I love her lovely name\nCharlenes mom and daddy bought a brand new double wide\nAnd when she moved away from me I will admit I cried\nBut that Friday night at the local quickie mart\nA pretty girl winked at me and nearly stole my heart\nBobby Joe Briscoe the queen of the rodeo\nShe may be sweet on me but she dont even know\nIt dont matter how she butters up my bread\nIll always love someone else instead\nCause I love Charlene Gene, shes every rednecks dream\nSome people think the thing that I love most\nIs the way that she butters up my toast\nBut most of most I love her lovely name\nBut most of most I love her lovely name", "In every little town from Dalhart to Laredo\nTheres a corner cafe with an open sign in the window\nAs soon as you walk in a waitress greets you with a grin\nAnd says make yourself feel right at home\nOld men sit at a booth telling tall tales and stretching the truth\nBragging how bad the good ol days used to be\nTheyre all too tired to plow besides their tractors are rusted now\nSo they order hot apple pie with a cup of coffee\nCHORUS\nSome things will never change\nAfter all these years the menu is still the same\nServing that sweet ice tea with a touch of southern hospitality\nSo order yourself a taste of yesterday at a Texas Cafe\nTheres a Wurlitzer jukebox full of old forty fives\nPlaying three songs for a quarter or one for a dime\nThe cook said he was a boy when it was brand new\nTo him it seemed like yesterday but it was 1962\nThere was a family owned five and dime next door\nThat could not compete with a chain discount store\nOn the outskirts of town the drive in theater is shut down\nWith a screen without a hero since Audie Murphy\nCHORUS\nThere are fields with no grain, railroad tracks with no train\nAnd an old courthouse with nobody left to blame\nTown square is boarded up and brick roads are worn down\nBut the chicken fried steak special is still around\nCHORUS", "Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound\nThat saved a wretch like me\nI once was lost but now am found\nWas blind, but now I see\nTwas Grace that taught my heart to fear\nAnd Grace, my fears relieved\nHow precious did that Grace appear\nThe hour I first believed\nThrough many dangers, toils and snares\nI have already come;\nTis Grace that brought me safe thus far\nAnd Grace will lead me home\nWhen weve been here ten thousand years\nBright shining as the sun\nWeve no less days to sing Gods praise\nThan when weve first begun", "His mother begged him to be a cattleman\nBut he chose to wear the star his daddy wore\nGod blessed him with a sharp eye and a quick hand\nQuicker than the man who shot his daddy to the floor\nStill she prayed and she pleaded\nBut ranch work lacked the vengeance he needed\nHe was cursed on his daddys dying day\nWhen a shot to the back laid him in six feet in a grave\nChorus\nAnd he wears a star on his vest\nThe only thing between a bullet and the heart in his chest\nHell be a ranger till he takes his last draw\nHe was born with the strong arm of the law\nHe wore a colt 45 on his hip\nOne notch short on the ivory grip\nSearching for the outlaw that broke his mommas heart\nRiding through the badlands from daylight to dark\nIn a dirty back water border town\nWhere the outlaw thought he could not be found\nHe looked like hed seen a ghost when he saw the rangers face\nA legacy to the lawman he sent to his resting-place\nChorus\nThe outlaw had no place to run\nSo he turned to the trigger on his gun\nAs the smoke cleared blood stained the dusty street\nThe outlaw lay dying at the rangers feet\nHe sat in the saddle and shook his head\nHis gun still hot and his father still dead\nAs the sun set on the day hed waited so long for\nHe saw justice belongs to the law but vengeance is the lords", "Lord dont you walk with a little\nSawin on a fiddle and the crying of a steel guitar\nComing from the heart and soul\nBorn and bred in the ole Lone Star\nGet them honky tonkin blues\nLet them be your saving grace\nIf you want to hear some country\nThen youve come to the right place\nYou miss Waylon, if it dont make you smile\nLike Willie and George Jones\nYou better stick around a while\nYou like Merle, Buck and Johnny\nWe might just get along\nBut if you dont, go slap your mommy\nCause your momma raised you wrong\nChorus\nI like gravy on my biscuit, I like my chicken fried\nI drink my coffee black, I sure like my Charlie Pride\nWell I still solute ole Glory and I give glory to the lord\nI tip my hat to ole E.T. and his Texas Troubadours\nChorus", "Girl I hate to see you cry\nLaying there in that position\nTheres things you need to hear\nSo turn off your tears and listen\nPain throws your heart to the ground\nLove turns the whole thing around\nNo it wont all go the way that it should\nBut I know the heart of life is good\nNow you know its nothing new\nBad news never had good timing\nThere in the circle of your friends\nWell defend the silver lining\nPain throws your heart to the ground\nLove turns the whole thing around\nNo, it wont all go the way that it should\nBut I know the heart of life is good\nPain throws your heart to the ground\nLove turns the whole thing around\nFear is a friend who is misunderstood\nBut I know the heart of life is good", "With Her Little One In One Arm\nAnd The Laundry In The Other\nShe Could Sure Use A Helping Hand\nBut Thats Just The Life Of A Single Mother\nSomebodys Calling On The Phone\nSomebodys Knocking At The Door\nShe Forgets And Burns The Dinner\nThrows It Across The Kitchen Floor\nAnd For A Moment She Wants To Give Up And Break Down\nBut Nobodys Crying But The Baby\nShe Aint Far From Going Crazy\nAnd There Are Times She Wonders How Shes Going To Make It\nBut Shes Got To Be Strong Enough For Two\nShes Gotta Do What He Wouldnt Do\nNo Time For Tears Around Here\nNobodys Crying But The Baby\nAnd When The Day Is Done\nShell Tuck Her Angel In\nShell Turn Out The Lights And Start Missing Him Again\nHer Mascara Slowly Runs Down Her Face\nBut Nobodys Crying But The Baby\nShe Aint Far From Going Crazy\nAnd There Are Times She Wonders How Shes Going To Make It\nBut Shes Got To Be Strong Enough For Two\nShes Gotta Do What He Wouldnt Do\nNo Time For Tears Around Here\nNobodys Crying\nBut The Baby Is Getting Older\nThe Lonely Nights Are Getting Colder\nAnd What She Wouldnt Give To Have A Shoulder To Cry On\nBut Shes Got To Be Strong Enough For Two\nShes Gotta Do What He Wouldnt Do\nNo Time For Tears Around Here\nNobodys Crying But The Baby", "Like a killer at large\nYou strolled down Bourbon Street\nLookin for an easy mark\nWith every man you meet\nAnd I never saw the devil\nBehind your rain blue eyes\nSpellbound by your long legs and your little white lies\nOh, heaven help the heart that falls head over heels\nCause youll tear it all apart just to see how it feels\nHow can you be so hot and so cold-blooded too\nOh, heaven help the heart that falls in love with you\nYoure no Adalida, no pretty Cajun queen\nJust a bad girl from Biloxi, more addicting than morphine\nAnd when your love wears off\nTheres nothin left but pain\nAnd enough teardrops fall to flood Lake Ponchatrain\nOh, heaven help the heart that falls head over heels\nCause youll tear it all apart just to see how it feels\nHow can you be so hot and so cold-blooded too\nOh, heaven help the heart that falls in love with you\nI can see you smilin in some Creole cafe\nSlippin your love potion in someones ettouffe\nOh, heaven help the heart that falls head over heels\nCause youll tear it all apart just to see how it feels\nHow can you be so hot and so cold-blooded too\nOh, heaven help the heart that falls in love with you\nOh, heaven help the heart that falls head over heels\nCause youll tear it all apart just to see how it feels\nHow can you be so hot and so cold-blooded too\nOh, heaven help the heart that falls in love with you\nOh, heaven help the heart that falls in love with you", "I just know the sunsets are to die for\nHow I long to walk upon that distant shore\nIll find my truest relaxation at my final destination\nWhen I take that long vacation with the Lord\nI recall all the stories Ive been told\nIve read about heaven and its streets of gold\nIm prayin and Im wishin ol Saint Peter takes me fishin\nMy bags are packed up and ready to roll\nI just know the sunsets are to die for\nHow I long to walk upon that distant shore\nIll find my truest relaxation at my final destination\nWhen I take that long vacation with the Lord\nYes, He paid the price for my admission\nIve got my one-way ticket and thats a trip I wont be missin\nIve had a few reroutes and stops along the way, but His grace is gonna get me there someday\nI just know the sunsets are to die for\nHow I long to walk upon that distant shore\nIll find my truest relaxation at my final destination\nWhen I take that long vacation with the Lord\nIm gonna take that long vacation with the Lord\nIm gonna take that long vacation with the Lord", "Here we go....\nYoure too hard to handle\nScandal after scandal\nYou must think Im naive\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nIts wild alibis and those outrageous lies\nYou expect me to believe\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nWell, Ive thought about it and Ive made up my mind\nIts time we call it quits\nYou know you may be fun for Saturday night\nBut the rest of the week is the pits\nMeasure what we have between the good and the bad\nAnd theres just too much uncertainty\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nBecause you placed the blame on the pink champagne\nFor dancin naked on New Years Eve\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nIll buy a one-way ticket to destination - you pick it\nAnywhere from Tulsa to Tel Aviv\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nWell, Ive thought about it and Ive made up my mind\nIts time we call it quits\nYou know you may be fun for Saturday night\nBut the rest of the week is the pits\nAnytime youre nice, I cant help but think twice\nTheres always something up your sleeve\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nI dont want you to go\nBut I need you to leave\nAw yeah....", "Thanks, thanks a lot\nI got a broken heard thats all I got\nYou made me cry and I cried a lot\nI lost your love, honey, thanks a lot\nYou told our friends I was passing by\nThat youre not sorry that you made me cry\nYou said I deserved just what I got\nWell, if thats how you feel, honey, thanks a lot\nThanks, thanks a lot\nI got a broken heard thats all I got\nYou made me cry and I cried a lot\nI lost your love, honey, thanks a lot\nYou wanted a fool, and I played the part\nNow all Ive got is a broken heart\nWe loved a little and you laughed a lot\nThen you were gone, honey, thanks a lot", "About every time you turn on your television theres another so-called movie star either suing somebody or going back to\nJail or out of rehab and right back to the bar\nI bet you heard about the two celebrities\nThey threw away a fortune on their wedding day. Looking back they should have fed half the world instead and now they are\nGetting a divorce in LA\nSo you can keep your caviar and your champagne and your million dollar mansion in Bel-Air. Who really cares if you drive a\nMaserati? Who gives a flip about the fancy clothes you wear? Cause all the money in your dog eat dog kind of world couldnt\nBuy you a lick of happiness. No Hollywood wouldnt know love if love walked up and gave Hollywood a kiss\nOh poor poor little rich girl, her daddy has hotels to burn. Shes got a slogan thats hot, talent thats not, no she dont\nHave a care or concern. Shes got a private jet, videos on the net, and VIP parties every other hour. Shes got her BFF, an\nEntourage, and a chef. Ego bigger than the Eiffel Tower\nHoney you can keep your caviar and your champagne and your million dollar mansion in Bel-Air. Who really cares if you drive\nA Maserati? Who gives a flip about the fancy clothes you wear? Cause all the money in your dog eat dog kind of world\nCouldnt buy you a lick of happiness. No Hollywood wouldnt know love if love walked up and gave Hollywood a kiss\nSupermodel, rock stars, hundred thousand dollar cars, treating life like a pleasure cruise. You know theres not a lot of\nDifference between cheap toilet paper and the supermarket tabloid news. Now you can throw a hissy fit, you can blame it on\nThe fame, or the pressure and the paparazzi but what we all really need is lots of love from above and a little more and\nMore less vanity\nSo you can keep your caviar and your champagne and your million dollar mansion in Bel-Air. Who really cares if you drive a\nMaserati? Who gives a flip about the fancy clothes you wear? Cause all the money in your dog eat dog kind of world couldnt\nBuy you a lick of happiness. No Hollywood wouldnt know love if love walked up and gave Hollywood a kiss\nNo Hollywood wouldnt know love if love walked up and gave Hollywood a kiss", "As sad as the sound of an old steel guitar\nA driftin cowboy rode away with her heart\nAll the boozin and usin\nAudrey couldnt win for losin\nLeft forever in the back of that Cadillac\nBeautiful Jessie had only one flaw\nFallin head over heels for a Texas outlaw\nPuttin up with Waymore took way more than she had\nShe was the good-hearted woman through the good and the bad\nAnd all those highways and heartaches\nAll the mistakes a man makes\nWheres the glitter and gold as the shadows unfold?\nEveryone knows his name\nBut she pays the high price of fame\nJohnny knew June was heaven sent\nWas addicted and busted, heartbroken and bent\nShe was color and light to the dark side of his soul\nLovin a man in black sometimes took its toll\nAnd all those highways and heartaches\nAll the mistakes a man makes\nWheres the glitter and gold as the shadows unfold?\nEveryone knows his name\nBut she pays the high price of fame\nAs Im singin this song Im thinkin bout you\nWonderin is this worth all that Ive put us through?\nAnd all those highways and heartaches\nAll the mistakes a man makes\nWheres the glitter and gold as the shadows unfold?\nEveryone knows my name\nBut she pays the high price of fame", "Growing up in a little town where theres not a lot to do\nNo matter where you go troubles bound to run into you\nThere was only one water hole this side of the county line\nThe boys and me would hang our clothes on the no trespassing sign\nChorus\nWed go swimming swinging from the tire in the tree\nAnd wed go fishing but we never caught anything\nThere was a chance we might get caught but we always got off scot-free\nTrespassing on old man walkers property\nWell the older the old man got the meaner he seemed to be\nI could tell when our eyes met he didnt care to much for me\nI remember on friday nights me and my girl would wait up late\nWhen hed turn off his front porch light wed hop on over the gate\nChorus\nWed go kissing underneath the cottonwood trees\nAnd wed go wishing on every star that we could see\nThere was a chance we might get caught but we always got off scot-free\nTrespassing on old man walkers property\nNot long ago i went back home for the labor day weekend\nAs i walked out of the store old man walker came walking in\nHe said i used to watch you one by one sneak under my gate\nBut id let yall play till your mommas said it was getting late\nId come out a hollerin and you boys would scatter and run\nIf youd of known i was a teddy bear you wouldnt of had half the fun\nI said you ol son of a gun for all these years i thought you hated me\nHe said boy if that was true would i have hung a tire swing in the tree\nChorus\nHearing yall laughing it really put a smile on my face\nSeeing yall splashing really brightened up this place\nThere was a chance you might get caught but you always got off scot-free\nTrespassing on old man walkers propertypacked my bags and said my good-byes early that sunday evening\nI drove down the old mans dirt road just as i was leaving\nOut there in that water hole were little boys like i used to be\nTrespassing on old man walkers property\nTrespassing on old man walkers property", "What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death? Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!", "Well I’m just an old chunk of coal\nBut I’m gonna be a diamond some day\nI’m gonna grow and glow ‘til I’m so blue, pure perfect\nI’m gonna put a smile on everybody’s face\nBut I’m gonna kneel and pray everyday\nLest I should become vain along the way\nI’m just an old chunk of coal, now Lord\nBut I’m gonna be a diamond some day\nI’m gonna learn the right way to talk\nI’m gonna search and find a better way to walk\nI’m gonna spit and polish my old rough-edged self\nUntil I get rid of every single flaw\nI’m gonna be the world’s best friend\nI’m gonna go around shakin’ everybody’s hand\nI’m gonna be the cotton-pickin’ rage of the age\nYes, I’m gonna be a diamond some day\nI said, ‘I’m just an old chunk of coal, my Lord\nBut I’m gonna be a diamond someday’", "Aaron Watson/Neal Lowry\nYou warned me from the start not to let you break my heart\nI guess you dont know who your talking too\nIll bet you money no matter how much honey\nIm about to change your point of view\nChorus:\nYoure messing with man on a mission\nAnd a heart with hard headed ambition\nMy sites are set on you, theres nothing you can do\nYoure messing with man on a mission\nDarling I declare how dare you to compare\nWhen you aint ever loved no one like me\nUnlike the other boys you may have played like toys\nIm more than a yo-yo on a string\nChorus\nYou warned me from the start not to let you break my heart\nI guess you dont know who your talking too\nIll bet you money no matter how much honey\nYoull be mine by the time Im through\nChorus", "When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”", "Just a worn out truck, a coffee cup\nAnd another night out on the interstate\nIts not exactly where he thought hed be\nWhen he reached this age\nThere is an old man staring back at him in the rear view\nWith a million miles of life in his eyes\nAnd makes him ask those questions he dont want to\nOh, but it might be time\nDoes a shooting star miss the sky\nWhen it hits the ground?\nAnd how long can a woman go on loving you\nIf youre not around?\nThe years are flying faster now\nSo tell me how eight seconds feel so slow\nAnd I wonder where old cowboys go\nAfter the rodeo\nTheres a house and eighty acres he calls home\nWhen hes not on the road\nAnd a woman whos been true to him so long\nBut lonely, sure gets old\nLately hes been thinking bout her all the time\nAnd on nights like this hell miss her most of all\nHis body and his mind knows that he needs to find\nA softer place to fall\nDoes a shooting star miss the sky\nWhen it hits the ground?\nAnd how long can a woman go on loving you\nIf youre not around?\nThe years are flying faster now\nSo tell me how eight seconds feel so slow\nAnd I wonder where old cowboys go\nAfter the rodeo\nLord, I wonder where old cowboys go", "When i left tulsa she was still an innocent lady\nLord only knows why she loved a guy like you\nShe called me cryin and she said she was havin your baby\nYou turned your back on her and broke her heart in two\nI swore id get you for what youre puttin me through\nAnd the only reason i aint got you\nShe begged me not to says she loves you\nChorus:\nBut dont let the sun set on you in tulsa\nDont let the sun set on you in tulsa\nIf the sun goes down on you\nIf youre still here youre goin down too\nDont let the sun set on you in tulsa\nShes the only thing ive ever really cared for\nNo she dont deserve this kind of shame\nShe carries a burden around that\nYou know you are to blame for\nAnd you just laughed and said\nThey aint gettin your name\nI swore id get you for what youre puttin me through\nAnd the only reason i aint got you\nShe begged me not to says she loves you\nRepeat chorus", "Well, I just called to say goodbye\nBut i was hopin that youd beg me not to go\nYou were my only reason for stayin\nBesides these Amarillo winters are too cold to spend alone\nSo for what its worth\nIll be in Fort Worth\nJust in case you ever start missin me\nIm gonna be right here in Fort Worth\nSo for what its worth\nThats where Im gonna be\nForgive me for the pain i put you through\nAnd those late night calls from the random county jails\nI know I swore to never bother you again\nBut if you dont mind could you find the time to forward me my mail?\nSo for what its worth\nIll be in Fort Worth\nJust in case you ever start missin me\nIm gonna be right here in Fort Worth\nSo for what its worth\nThats where Im gonna be\nIf you need a friend, a friendly conversation\nYouve got my number and an open invitation\nSo for what its worth\nIll be in Fort Worth\nJust in case you ever start missin me\nIm gonna be right here in Fort Worth\nSo for what its worth\nThats where Im gonna be\nOh, Fort Worth, Texas is where youll find me", "While hes out running around with the boys at the bar downtown\nHis sweetheart sits at home all alone and shes waiting by the telephone\nBut hell spend his quarter somewhere else\nWell shes done what a good girl should but shes done all she could\nSo she packs her bags up for the next plain going home and hes crying by the telephone\nBut shell spend her quarter somewhere else\nCHORUS\nAnd just a call to tell her that you love her\nThat is all she really ever wanted to hear\nAnd it aint asking much to tell her that you miss her\nJust a call and thats all and shed still be here\nHe spends a lot of time on the road breaking even with the rodeo\nHe knows he should call her but hes barely got enough and making ends meet is tough\nSo hell spend his quarter somewhere else\nCHORUS\nInstrumental Break\nCHORUS\nShe loves a guitar man who gave his heart to a five-piece band\nHe sings love songs underneath the neon lights while she alone tonight\nDreaming someday hell live the songs he sings\nDreaming someday Ill live the songs I sing", "Well once upon a time\nWhen I held you in my arms\nOn a blanket in the grass\nWhere wed watch the falling stars\nUnder that old maple tree\nWed share secrets in the dark\nNow I sit here all alone\nWatching children play\nIn Mackenzie Park\nAnd we lived, laughed, and loved as if\nThere were no tomorrow\nUp until the day you went away\nLeaving only sorrow\nNow the stars dont shine\nThe way they used to do\nLike they did when you were mine\nPerhaps theyre lonely too\nYou can barely read the names\nThat I carved inside a heart\nNow I sit here all alone\nWatching children play\nIn Mackenzie Park\nSometimes I think of you\nAnd I just have to smile\nThough forever never was\nAt least we had a little while\nHow time flies when youre young\nJust like the flicker of a spark\nNow I sit here all alone\nWatching children play\nIn Mackenzie Park", "Well, Houston\nHouston means that Im one day closer to you\nOh, Houston\nHouston means the last day of the tour and were through\nWell, honey, you and\nGod in Heaven above know I love what I do for a livin, I do\nAh, but Houston\nHouston means that Im one day closer to you\nWell, singin at the worlds biggest rodeo show\nWas a great time for me and the guys\nAh, but when Im away from you, honey\nTime always never flies\nAnd sleepin all alone in that holiday hotel\nSure makes a cowboy blue\nAh, but here I am in Houston\nAnd Im one day closer to you\nWell, Houston\nHouston means that Im one day closer to you\nOh, Houston\nHouston means the last day of the tour and were through\nWell, honey, you and\nGod in Heaven above know I love what I do for a livin, I do\nAh, but Houston\nHouston means that Im one day closer to you\nWell, Houston\nHouston means that Im one day closer to you\nWell, Houston\nHouston means the last day of the tour and were through\nWell, honey, you and\nGod in Heaven above know I love what I do for a livin, I do\nAh, but Houston\nHouston means that Im one day closer to you\nWell, honey, Houston\nHouston means that Im one day closer to you", "Im tryin not to panic, Im gettin all romantic\nGettin soft with everything I say and do\nIm talkin hours on the phone, puttin on that sweet cologne\nIm even puttin down the toilet seat for you\nAw, wait a minute, it gets worse\nI found myself holdin your purse, standin outside that bra and panty store\nMy bosss wife walked by, she spotted me and told me hi\nAnd I knew then, I was in for it for sure\nNow all the boys down at the shop know and they sure do find it funny\nThey say youve changed my ways and that youre spending all my money, honey\nChorus:\nIf youre not in love\nIf youre not in love\nIf youre not in love\nAw, if youre not in love\nThen Im in a lot of trouble\nI got this lump in my throat, then I sold my boat\nSo I could buy this diamond ring for you\nNow Im hopin and Im wishin that since I cant go fishin\nYou wont make me sell my golf clubs, too\nThe boys down at the shop know and they laugh until I cry\nI told em, if I mess this up, my mommas gonna tan my hide\nChorus\nI gave up that can of Snuff, no more NASCAR on TV\nHoney, if that aint enough, this may be the death of me\nChours", "What can wash away my sin\nNothing but the blood of Jesus\nWhat can make me whole again\nNothing but the blood of Jesus\nFor my pardon, this I see\nNothing but the blood of Jesus;\nFor my cleansing this my plea\nNothing but the blood of Jesus\nOh! precious is the flow\nThat makes me white as snow;\nNo other fount I know\nNothing but the blood of Jesus", "Thank God For Country Girls\nAgradeça Deus Por Meninas Rurais\nTold all my buddies on the block goodbye\nFalado para todos meus amigos no adeus de bloco\nAs we drove away I wiped a tear from my eye\nComo nós afugentamos que eu enxuguei uma lágrima de meu olho\nI thought my life had come to an early end\nEu pensei que minha vida tinha vindo a um fim cedo\nBut this is where the story begins\nMas isto é onde a história começa\nMy daddy promised me Id make new friends\nMeu papai me prometeu eu faria os amigos novos\nBut still I wondered how in a town of only ten\nMas ainda eu desejei saber como em uma cidade de só dez\nThere at the Dairy Queen my first night\nLá à Rainha de Leiteria minha primeira noite\nHave mercy it was love at first\nTenha clemência era ama no princípio\nCHORUS\nThank God for country girls\nAgradeça Deus por meninas rurais\nBig blue eyes and long blond curls\nOlhos azuis grandes e cachos loiros longos\nI wouldnt miss this for the whole wide world\nEu não perderia isto para o mundo largo inteiro\nThank God for country girls\nAgradeça Deus por meninas rurais\nShe was all by herself sitting at a corner booth\nEla era tudo por ela se sentando em uma barraca de canto que\nWearing a summer dress and a pair of cowgirl boots\nUsa um vestido de verão e um par de botas de cowgirl\nWhen I heard her humming a Merle Haggard song\nQuando eu lhe ouvi zumbir um Merle canção Desfigurada\nI looked down and my heart was gone\nEu olhei para baixo e meu coração teve sido ido\nI walked up to her, she saw my hesitation\nEu caminhei até ela, ela viu minha vacilação\nI asked if she had a dinner reservation\nEu perguntei se ela tivesse uma reserva de jantar\nShe said Id love to have your company\nEla disse que eu amaria ter sua companhia\nHello love goodbye Mr. lonely\nOi adeus de amor Sr. só\nThank God for country girls\nAgradeça Deus por meninas rurais\nBig blue eyes and long blond curls\nOlhos azuis grandes e cachos loiros longos\nI wouldnt miss this for the whole wide world\nEu não perderia isto para o mundo largo inteiro\nThank God for country girls\nAgradeça Deus por meninas rurais\nCHORUS\nTold my friends back home they were missing out\nFalou em casa para meus amigos fora os que eles estavam perdendo\nSo they came to see what the fuss was all about\nAssim eles vieram ver o que o espalhafato era em toda parte\nBefore the first night had come and gone\nAntes da primeira noite ter vindo e\nThey were all singing my song, and they said\nEles eram tudo cantando minha canção, e eles disseram\nThank God for country girls\nAgradeça Deus por meninas rurais\nBig blue eyes and long blond curls\nOlhos azuis grandes e cachos loiros longos\nI wouldnt miss this for the whole wide world\nEu não perderia isto para o mundo largo inteiro\nThank God for country girls\nAgradeça Deus por meninas rurais\nThank God for country girls\nAgradeça Deus por meninas rurais", "Ive got this Caribbean queen\nRubbin in my coconut sunscreen\nYoud think youd be the last thing on my mind\nIve got a beautiful ocean view\nTen thousand miles from you\nSo Why couldnt I leave this broken heart behind\nOh The sunshine is dancin on the water\nPretty girls couldnt get any hotter\nIf I keep tellin myself\nIm havin the time of my life\nMaybe itll come true and I wont miss you\nWelcome to a fools paradise\nWell I keep on tellin me\nTheres other fish in the sea\nBut your memory keeps reminding me Im wrong\nTheres a party bout every night\nAnd I should be out doin it up right\nInstead of watchin re-runs of Gilligans Island all alone \nOh the moonlight is dancin on the water\nPretty girls couldnt get any hotter\nIf I keep tellin myself\nIm havin the time of my life\nMaybe itll come true and I wont miss you\nWelcome to a fools paradise\nThis time next week Ill be headed to Texas On a big jet airplane\nOh when I get home you know this broken heart is gonna hit\nMe like a hurricane\nOh The sunshine is dancin on the water\nPretty girls couldnt get any hotter\nIf I keep tellin myself\nIm havin the time of my life\nMaybe itll come true and I wont miss you\nWelcome to a fools paradise", "Well my trucks wound up and its ready to roll\nI got a good buddy workin for the Highway Patrol\nSo if I get a ticket or two, Its gonna be alright\nBut the sheriff and his boys theyre in \nUnless theyre out to lunch at the Dairy Queen\nTheyll be itchin to turn on those red, white, and blue\nLights\nWell just like my daddy I was born a drifter\nI got a rebel heart and eight - ball shifter\nHorns on the hood and forty channel CB\nWell some things you never leave home without\nLike your Bible, log book, and your drivin route\nAnd your Best Of Dale Watson on CD\nCause Im a diesel drivin daddy\nDont you get in my lane\nPuttin the pedal to the medal\nBringin eighteen wheels of pain\nIve been in love\nBroke some hearts\nSettled down long enough to replace the parts\nKicked a little ass\nFought along the way\nTheres a lonely life livin on the road\nWhen the only friend youve got is the radio\nAnd even he fades in and out every now and then\nBut maybe someday youll find the right one\nKnows how to get that big ole rig to spin\nChorus\nIm a panhandlin manhandlin\nPost holin high rollin dust bowlin daddy\nI aint got no blood in my veins\nI just got them four lanes\nOf hard Amarillo highway\nChorus\nUp and down that honky tonkin highway\nThey end the song by playing these chords pretty quick, so just use barre chords\nI apologize for some of the lyrics...I know theyre off a little", "With the world in the palm of his hands\nSlipping through his fingers just like grains of sand\nHe dont know his hourglass is losing time\nTill she run out of patience and leaves him far behind\nChorus:\nSome lovers gotta learn love the hard way\nBefore they understand the way they feel\nSome lovers are slower than others\nSome will come around and some never will\nIf only she had a dime every time hes done her wrong\nOr for every one wondering why shes still holding on\nShe could buy that rodeo and shut it down\nAlong with every honky tonkin bar in town\nChorus:\nSome lovers gotta learn love the hard way\nBefore they understand the way they feel\nSome lovers are slower than others\nSome will come around and some never will\nIt may be his fault but shes still one to blame\nFor taking him back and playing his foolish games\nChorus:\nSome lovers gotta learn love the hard way\nBefore they understand the way they feel\nSome lovers are slower than others\nSome will come around and some never will", "Like that old Titanic\nRunning full steam ahead\nYou fogged up my mind\nWith love words you said\nI could not see the danger\nI got myself in\nTill my ship was sinking\nAnd I couldnt swim\nI didnt know my heart\nWas in harms way\nI couldnt see the truth\nTill it was in my face\nIf Id seen it coming\nI could have turned away\nI didnt know my heart\nWas in harms way\nNow the door went under\nIn an ocean of regret\nWith no hope of rescue\nFrom love I cant forget\nI never knew just what hit me\nTo far gone to say\nI never knew my heart\nWas in harms way\nI didnt know my heart\nWas in harms way\nI couldnt see the truth\nTill it was in my face\nIf Id seen it coming\nI could have turned away\nI didnt know my heart\nWas in harms way\nI didnt know my heart\nWas in harms way\nI couldnt see the truth\nTill it was in my face\nIf Id seen it coming\nI could have turned away\nI didnt know my heart\nWas in harms way\nI didnt know my heart\nWas in harms way", "Shes as pure as a sunday morning\nJust as fun as a saturday night\nShes as pretty as a stain glass window\nShes always shining like a neon light\nWhen im holding her here in my arms\nI feel as if theres nothing i cant do\nBut just the thought of her leaving me\nLeaves me helpless and broken in two\nChorus:\nMy sweet contradiction knows well the chains that bind me\nMy cure and my addiction is her love and only her love\nCan set me free\nAnd no i dont understand what did i do to deserve to be her man\nShes such an angel so why is she flying so low\nSo she can love someone like me\nRepeat chorus\nRepeat first verse\nYeah shes my sweet, shes so sweet\nShes my sweet contradiction\nThat girl is sweet, shes so sweet\nShes my sweet contradiction", "Ive never won a bear throwing a ball at the tri-state fair\nI couldnt hit the broad side of a barn\nYou were laughing at me and looking mighty dandy\nLicking your lips and your cotton candy\nI fell in love with you right then and there\nWhen I saw you at the Amarillo Fair\nTime stood still as we rode the Ferris wheel\nThere I was on top of the world\nI said that Ive been known to be accident-prone\nSo I asked you if I could hold your hand\nThat night I stole a kiss on the tunnel of love\nAnd to this very day I still cant get enough\nI fell in love with you right then and there when I saw you at the Amarillo Fair\nMy hearts a tilt a whirl since I gave it to you girl\nI dont want this ride to ever end\nCorn dogs and barbecue a frosted funnel cake and you\nAll made that night to good to be true\nI fell in love with you right then and there when I saw you at the Amarillo Fair\nIve never won a bear throwing a ball at the tri-state fair\nI still cant hit the broad side of a barn\nIve never won a thing till I gave you a diamond ring\nNow Im the luckiest man in the world\nI fell in love with you right then and there when I saw you at the Amarillo Fair", "Just you know why\nWhy you and I\nWill by and by\nKnow true love ways\nSometimes well sigh\nSometimes well cry\nAnd youll know why\nJust you and I\nKnow true love ways\nThroughout the days\nOur true love ways\nWill bring us joys to share\nWith those who really care\nSometimes well sigh\nSometimes well cry\nAnd well know why\nJust you and I\nKnow true love ways\nThroughout the days\nOur true love ways\nWill bring us joys to share\nWith those who really care\nSometimes well sigh\nSometimes well cry\nAnd well know why\nJust you and I\nKnow true love ways\nKnow true love ways", "Well I’m trying not to panic but I’m getting all romantic\nGetting soft with everything I say and do\nTalking hours on the phone, putting on that sweet cologne\nI’m even putting down the toilet seat for you\nWait a minute it gets worse, I found myself holding your purse\nOutside your dressing room at some bra and panty store\nMy boss’ wife walked by, she spotted me and told me hi\nAnd I knew then that I was in for it for sure\nNow all the boys down at the shop know and sure do find it funny\nThey say you’ve changed my ways and that you’re spending all my money, honey\nCHORUS\nIf you’re not in love\nIf you’re not in love\nIf you’re not in love\nIf you’re not in love I’m in a lot of trouble\nI get this lump in my throat to think I sold my boat\nSo I could buy this diamond ring for you\nNow I’m hoping and I’m wishing since I can’t go fishing\nYou don’t make me sell my golf clubs too\nNow all the boys down at the shop know and they laughed until I cried\nI told em’ if I mess this up my mommas gonna tan my hide\nCHORUS\nI gave up that can of snuff, no more Nascar on T.V\nHoney if that ain’t enough it may be the death of me", "When life hits you like a hurricane\nBlind sides you with pain\nHigh winds and rain\nAnd you see no end in sight\nThough darkness may fall\nAnd there’s no hope at all\nI know you’ll stand tall\nLike a beacon in the night\nI pray you always be strong\nYou always be brave\nTake heart and hold on for dear life\nWave after wave, after all those tears fall down, down, down\nCome hell or high water\nOnly love will find you higher ground\nWhen the streets are flooded with hate\nStand firm at your gate\nKeep your faith and forgive, and be just like a child\nThere’s no color or race, just a beautiful face\nMake the world a better place\nChange their life with your smile\nI pray you always be strong\nYou always be brave\nTake heart and hold on for dear life\nWave after wave, after all those tears fall down, down, down\nCome hell or high water\nOnly love will find you higher ground\nI pray you always be strong\nYou always be brave\nTake heart and hold on for dear life\nWave after wave, after all those tears fall down, down, down\nCome hell or high water\nOnly love will find you higher ground", "Out with the old\nAnd in with the new\nThats what they say\nThose who dont have a clue\nYoure fighting this rain\nYoure willing the shine\nYou cant help yourself\nBut i know you are trying\nWhen your heart and your head disagree\nThen Ill bet if you made them unite\nThere would be such a fight\nOver what they should do\nWith this problem and you\nDont know how to resolve this conflict\nStill chasing a dream\nYoure facing the facts\nThe weight of the reel\nNo more regrets\nNo looking back\nThe problem to big\nThe tower to high\nYes says the heart\nBut no says the mind\nWhen your heart and your head disagree\nThen Ill bet if you made them unite\nThere would be such a fight\nOver what they should do\nWith this problem and you\nDont know how to resolve this conflict\nI wish this world apart\nWhere I could give you all the answers\nBut the fight continues on\nAnd the fact of the matter\nIs I am convinced we all\nSpend far too much time on the fence\nChoosing sides\nTell me which is right\nWhen your heart and your head disagree\nThen Ill bet if you made them unite\nThere would be such a fight\nOver what they should do\nWith this problem and you\nDont know how to resolve this conflict\nDont know how to resolve this conflict\nTell me how to resolve this conflict", "Im a game that you used to play\nAnd Im a plan that you didnt lay so well\nAnd Im a fire that burns in your mind\nSo close your eyes Im a memory\nIm a love that you bought for a song\nAnd Im a voice on a green telephone\nAnd Im a day that lasted so long\nSo close your eyes Im a memory\nIm a dream that comes with the night\nAnd Im a face that fades with the light\nAnd Im a tear that falls out of sight\nSo close your eyes Im a memory\nIm a love that you bought for a song\nAnd Im a voice on a green telephone\nAnd Im a day that lasted so long\nSo close your eyes Im a memory", "Tempted and tried\nWe’re oft made to wonder\nWhy it should be thus\nAll the day long\nAnd while there are others\nLiving about us\nNever molested\nThough in the wrong\nFarther along we’ll\nKnow all about it\nAnd farther along we’ll\nUnderstand why;\nCheer up my brother\nLive in the sunshine\nWe’ll understand it\nAll by and by\nWhen we see Jesus\nComing in glory\nWhen He comes from His\nHome in the sky\nThen we shall meet Him\nIn that bright mansion\nWe’ll understand it\nAll by and by\nFarther along we’ll\nKnow all about it\nAnd farther along we’ll\nUnderstand why;\nCheer up my brother\nLive in the sunshine\nWe’ll understand it\nAll by and by", "She left in a hurry, she wears shell be back, but im kinda worried\nCause i can hear nashville calling her name\nI wished her good luck, through the window of a pickup truck\nShe kissed me goodbye and then she drove away\nCause shes chasin her dreams and shes breakin mine\nShes takin heaven with her leavin nothin but hell behind\nAnd i dont know if shell be back again\nBut ill be right here where she left me\nOn the losing end\nThat old pickup made up of rust, left me standin in a cloud of dust\nAnd when it settled, it couldnt have been any clearer\nI was on the wrong end of the tracks and she wasnt lookin back\nNot even a second glance, in her rear-view mirror\nCause shes chasin her dreams and shes breakin mine\nShes takin heaven with her leavin nothin but hell behind\nAnd i dont know if shell be back again\nBut ill be right here where she left me\nTheres no future in this jukebox town\nSingin her songs to me\nSo she took my heart with her guitar\nAnd drove off to tennessee\nCause shes chasin her dreams and shes breakin mine\nShes takin heaven with her leavin nothin but hell behind\nAnd i dont know if shell be back again\nBut ill be right here where she left me", "Sweet drug\nAddicted of every touch\nNeed more\nOf you I cant get enough\nI stay up late\nI’m acting insane\nNeed you in my vains\nBoy, youre stuck in my brain\nLove drought\nCome fill up my aura\nStop textning, leave, go, Im alone welcome in\nLoose grip of your phone, T-shirt off lets begin\nI’m good on my own but youre luxury, you make me feel\nGive me some of your love and youll have some of me\nCrazy, Im acting like I dont care\nI crave it, I see you like everywhere\nBut Im not ashamed\nI know I got game\nJust curious what youve got outside your frame\nLove drought\nCome fill up my aura\nStop textning, leave, go, Im alone welcome in\nLoose grip of your phone, T-shirt off lets begin\nI’m good on my own but you’re luxury, you make me feel\nGive me some of your love and youll have some of me\nOf me\nI pray, nothing gets in the way\nWe won’t loose a thing if we play\nNeed you in my bed\nI might not taste the same\nNot, not taste the same again\nStop textning, leave, go, IM alone welcome in\nLoose grip of your phone, T-shirt off lets begin\nIm good on my own but youre luxury, you make me feel\nGive me some of your love and youll have some of me"]}