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(Alan Jackson/Jim McBride)
Daddy won a radio
Tuned it to a country show
I was rocking in the cradle to the crying of a steel guitar
Mama used to sing to me
She taught me that sweet harmony
Now she worries 'cause she never thought
I'd ever really take it this far
Singing in the bars and
Chasin' the neon rainbow
Livin' that honky tonk dream
'Cause all I've ever wanted
Is too pick this guitar and sing
Just trying to be somebody
Just wanna be heard and seen
Chasin' that neon rainbow
Livin' that honky tonk dream
An atlas and a coffe cup
Five pickers in an old Dodge truck
Heading down to Houston for a show on Saturday night
This overhead is killing me
Half the time I sing for free
But when the crowd's into it
Lord it makes this thing I doing seem right
Standing in the spotlight
Chasin' the neon rainbow
Livin' that honky tonk dream
'Cause all I've ever wanted
Is too pick this guitar and sing
Just trying to be somebody
Just wanna be heard and seen
Chasin' that neon rainbow
Livin' that honky tonk dream
Daddy's got a radio
He won it thrity years ago
He said 'Son I just now we're gonna hear you singing on it someday' I
made it up to Music Row Lordy don't the wheels turn slow But I wouldn't
trade a minute I wouldn't have it any other way Just show me to the
stage
I'm chasin' the neon rainbow
Livin' that honky tonk dream
'Cause all I've ever wanted
Is too pick this guitar and sing
Just trying to be somebody
Just wanna be heard and seen
Chasin' that neon rainbow
Livin' that honky tonk dream
I'm chasin' the neon rainbow
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(Alan Jackson/Jim McBride)
A stark naked light bulb hangs over my head
There's one lonely pillow on my double bed
I've got a ceiling, a floor and four walls
Who says you cant have it all
My room's decorated with pictures of you
Your letters wallpaper this shrine to the blues
I've got precious memories at my beck and call
Who says you cant have it all
I've got everything a broken heart needs
I'm doing fine don't you worry about me
Cause I'm lord and master
Of a fools Taj Mahal
Who says you cant have it all
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(Alan Jackson, Randy Travis)
This old bar stool's feelin' higher
'Cause I've started sinkin' lower
The minute that she waltzed right through that door
Not long ago I held her, like a fool I went and left her
Now she's with somebody new out on that floor
(Chorus)
And she's got the rhythm and I got the blues
And She's showin' me how much I had to lose
With her every little move she's tellin' me I'm over you
She's got the rhythm and I've got the blues
Well that music's gettin' louder
As my heart keeps beatin' faster
As she spells out regret in perfect time
Well I thought I wanted freedom but that ball and chain I need 'em
'Cause when you choose sometimes you lose the prize
(Chorus)
Yeah with her every little move she's tellin' me I'm over you
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(Alan Jackson, Ron Jackson, Andy Loffin)
Well I was sitting in a roadhouse down on highway 41
You were wiping off some ketchup on a table that was done
I know you didn't see me, I was in a corner booth
Of course you weren't my waitress mine was missing her front tooth
So I flagged you down for coffee
But I couldn't say a thing
But I'm in love with you baby and I don't even know your name
I'm in love with you baby, I don't even know your name
I've never been to good at all these sexual games
So maybe it's just better if we leave it this way
I'm in love with you baby and I don't even know your name
So I ordered straight tequila, a little courage in a shot
I asked you for a date and then I asked to tie the knot
I got a little wasted, yeah I went a little far
But I finally got to hug you when you helped me to my car
The last thing I remember I heard myself say
I'm in love with you baby, I don't even know your name
I'm in love with you baby, I don't even know your name
I've never been to good at all these sexual games
So maybe it's just better if we leave it this way
I'm in love with you baby and I don't even know your name
The next thing I remember, I was hearing wedding bells
Standing by a woman in a long white lacy veil
I raised the veil, she smiled at me without her left front tooth
And I said 'Where the heel am I and just who the hell are you?'
She said 'I was your waitress and our last name's now the same'
'Cause I;m married to you baby and I don't even know your name
I'm married to a waitress, I don't even know her name
I've never been to good at all these sexual games
I never thought my love life would quite turn out this way
Hey I'm married to a waitress and I don't even know her name
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She loves a violin, I love a fiddle
We go separate ways but we meet in the middle
Don't see eye to eye but we're hand in hand
A blue blooded woman and a redneck man
The lady I love loves silk and satin
She was raised uptown with a silver spoon
Well, I was born on a farm just south of Jackson
We had an old Ford tractor and a country moon
She loves a violin, I love a fiddle
We go separate ways but we meet in the middle
Don't see eye to eye but we're hand in hand
A blue blooded woman and a redneck man
She's Saks Fifth Avenue perfection
Caviar and dignified
Well, I live my life in Wal-Mart fashion
And I like my sushi southern fried
She loves a violin, I love a fiddle
We go separate ways but we meet in the middle
Don't see eye to eye but we're hand in hand
A blue blooded woman and a redneck man
She loves a violin, I love a fiddle
We go separate ways but we meet in the middle
Don't see eye to eye but we're hand in hand
A blue blooded woman and a redneck man
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(Alan Jackson/Don Sampson)
A callused right hand
Holds a shiny gold watch
For thirty years spent on the clock
But you won't see no tears
From this workin' class hero
He's always been hard as a rock
But he knows he's too old
To really start over
Besides he just wouldn't know how
I guess he's just glad
That he's not alone
But he's got to wonder what now
'Cause there's no hall of fame for that working class hero
No statute carved out of stone
And his greatest reward is the love of a woman
And his children
So after he's gone
That old working class hero lives on
That three-bedroom house
He built in the '50s
Seems so much bigger today
With just him and mama
And not many bills
'Cause all of the kids moved away
What he's done with his life
Might not be remembered
But he's got every right to be proud
'Cause the blood sweatin' years
Of this workin' class hero
Is really what livin's about
'Cause there's no hall of fame for that working class hero
No statute carved out of stone
And his greatest reward is the love of a woman
And his children
So after he's gone
That old workin' class hero lives on
Yes, that workin' class hero lives on
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(Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)
I had to look through our old pictures
To see the way we used to smile
Before we left love in the closet
Can we pull out those old feelin's
Wipe the hurt away like dust
Make love shine the way it used to shine
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That's all I need to know
Do you want' a stay together
Just say let's don't let go
And I'll keep holdin' on forever
Have the teardrops that you've cried
Drowned the fire in your eyes
Is there one flame beneath the smoke
Tell me is there any hope
That's all I need to know
Is it too late to recover
Those old smiles we used to wear
Can we save a love that once was strong
Before it breaks beyond repair
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(Alan Jackson)
You say your heart's been broken
And you just can't win
You say that you'll never love again
Let me tell you friend
You can't give up on love
That's the one thing we've got to keep going
'Cause it don't come easy and it's so hard to hold
But you can't give up on love
Looked out my window and what did I see
It's another broken family
The kids are stayin' with mama at home
Daddy's livin' in a house all alone
You can't give up on love
That's the one thing we've got to keep going
'Cause it don't come easy and it's so hard to hold
But you can't give up on love
Troubled times make it hard to stay
So many lovers take the easy way
But don't go crazy and jump ship too soon
'Cause every day can't be a honeymoon
You can't give up on love
That's the one thing we've got to keep going
'Cause it don't come easy and it's so hard to hold
But you can't give up on love
No, you can't give up on love
Oh, you can't give up on love
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(Alan Jackson)
Well I must've had a ball last night
I can't recall what even started out fight
I must've drank away my blues
'Cause I don't remember losing you
Well I must've done the town up right
'Cause this morning my hats just a little too tight
There ain't no way of knowing
But all the signs are showing
I must've had a ball last night
Well I woke up this morning underneath my bed
And someone's in the kitchen sink
With cowboy boots on and nothing else at all
Except my hat turned backway on her head
Well I must've had a ball last night
I can't recall what even started out fight
I must've drank away my blues
'Cause I don't remember losing you
Well I must've done the town up right
'Cause this morning my hats just a little too tight
There ain't no way of knowing
But all the signs are showing
I must've had a ball last night
Well my picture's on the table, someone tore it right in two
Well who'd do such a crazy thing
Someone took your suitcase and your little car
And I hate it 'cause the tires are new
Well I must've had a ball last night
I can't recall what even started out fight
I must've drank away my blues
'Cause I don't remember losing you
Well I must've done the town up right
'Cause this morning my hats just a little too tight
There ain't no way of knowing
But all the signs are showing
I must've had a ball last night
Well I must've done the town up right
'Cause this morning my hats just a little too tight
There ain't no way of knowing
But all the signs are showing
I must've had a ball last night
Well, there ain't way knowing
But all the signs are showing
I must've had a ball last night
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