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There's no time to kill between the cradle and the grave.
Father Time still takes a toll on every minute that you save.
Legal tenders never gonna change the number of your days.
The highest cost of livin is dying, that's one everybody pays.
So have it spent before you get the bill, there's no time to kill.
If we'd known ten years ago today would be ten years from now
Would we spend tomorrows yesterdays and make it last somehow
Or lead the cheers in someone else's game and never learn to play
And see the rules of thumb are all the same that measure every day.
The grass is green on both sides of the hill, there's no time to kill.
No time to kill, even I've said it and probably always will
But I can look ahead and see that time ain't standin' still.
No time to kill but time to change the kind of hurry I've been in
And quit this work and worry looking back at where I've been.
If you don't look ahead nobody will, there's no time to kill.
If we had an hour glass to watch each one go by
Or a bell to mark each one to pass, we'd see just how they fly.
Would we escalate the value to be worth its weight in gold
Or would we never know the fortunes that we had til we grow old.
And do we just keep killin time until there's no time to kill.
No time to kill, even I've said it and probably always will
But I can look ahead and see that time ain't standin still.
No time to kill but time to change the kind of hurry I've been in
And quit this work and worry lookin back at where I've been.
If you don't look ahead nobody will, there's no time to kill.
No time to kill, even I've said it and probably always will
But I can look ahead and see that time ain't standin still.
No time to kill but time to change the kind of hurry I've been in
And quit this work and worry lookin back at where I've been.
If you don't look ahead nobody will, there's no time to kill.
No time to kill
No time to kill
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(Clint Black/Hayden Nichols)
The trouble I found could've never found me
Chase my feelings around, my thoughts runnin' free
The heart catches things that the mind's eye won't see
And I'm not nearly as blind as I thought I could be.
I used to think my way into some hard times
I used to think I knew how low I've been
So much thinkin' I finally gave up on my mind
Now here I go thinkin' again.
Now, I see myself down to the bottom again
And I'm likely to drown with these thoughts pourin' in
The trouble I found is the trouble with you
And I can't stand the sound of me thinkin' it through.
I used to think my way into some hard times
I used to think I knew how low I've been
So much thinkin' I finally gave up on my mind
Now here I go thinkin' again.
I used to think my way into some hard times
I used to think I knew how low I've been
So much thinkin' I finally gave up on my mind
Now here I go thinkin' again
Here I go thinkin' again...
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A high roller even when the chips are down
To win her over, I'd seen the tables turn around
She's ten the hard way, I can feel it in my bones
She'll be makin' my day and not another night alone
'Til it's time for a windfall and not a single minute too soon
I've been too long overdue, now I'm gonna shoot the moon
I'd bet it all on a good run of bad luck
Seven come eleven and she could be mine
Luck be a lady, and I'm gonna find love comin' on the bottom line
I've been to the table, and I've lost it all before
I'm willin' and able, always comin' back for more
Squeezin' out a thin dime 'til there's no one hanging on my arm
I've gambled on a third time, a fool will tell you it's a charm
If I'm bettin' on a loser, I'm gonna have a devil to pay
But it's the only game I know to play, it doesn't matter anyway
I'd bet it all on a good run of bad luck
Seven come eleven and she could be mine
Luck be a lady, and I'm gonna find love comin' on the bottom line
I'd bet it all on a good run of bad luck
Seven come eleven and she could be mine
Luck be a lady, and I'm gonna find love comin' on the bottom line
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Got a big leather suitcase, all I own's inside
Seems I've been walkin' for days, can't even bum a ride
Try steppin' to a tune, with the rhythm of a walkin' man
Mind drifts like a big balloon out of my situation at hand
Ain't it funny how a melody can bring back a memory
Take you to another place in time
Completely change your state of mind
Walkin' down a lonely highway not feelin' alone
Thinkin' back when things went my way and not the road I'm on
Well, I've been down a time or two, but it never lasted long
I can always make it through on a wing and a prayer and a song
Ain't it funny how a melody can bring back a memory
Take you to another place in time
Completely change your state of mind
It can make a right from a wrong, it can make you fall in love
It can get you singin' along
Chase the clouds away and make the sun shine above
A melody can bring back a memory
Take you to another place in time
Completely change your state of mind
A melody can bring back a memory
Take you to another place in time
Completely change your state of mind
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Clint Black & Wynonna Judd
(Clint Black)
I've been bound to leave you,
We've known that for awhile
I'm sure it's something I can't do
If I can't leave you with a smile
I don't know how far I'll have to go
'Til I'm sure those eyes won't cry
And in my mind I've left enough to know
That I can't leave you
With a bad goodbye.
Goodbye, easier said than done
Goodbye, there's no good when you're the one
Whose goodbye you swore would never come
And in my goodbye you're finding none.
I'm still bound to leave you,
I surely don't know how
My heart won't let me put you through
What my mind says should happen now.
I don't know where we'll go from here,
there may be no way to fly
And the cloud I'm in just makes it
all too clear that I can't leave you
With a bad goodbye.
Goodbye, easier said than done
Goodbye, there's no good when you're the one
Whose goodbye you swore would never come
And in my goodbye you're finding none.
How can we be so far between
Where we are and one more try
And any way I look,
I've only seen that I can't leave you
With a bad goodbye...
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(Clint Black/Hayden Nichols)
Behind every good man stands a good woman
Though they might be looking a different way
While she's dealin' with one thing
I've got another thing comin'
If I'm lookin' at tomorrow, she'll be thinkin' 'bout yesterday.
Back to back, we face each other
Still together all alone
We'd be the last to turn to one another
But I know we'll make it together on our own.
--- Instrumental ---
Nobody could ever come between us
Or force our backs against the wall
Today we're tighter than I've ever seen us
Bending over backwards together, we could never fall.
Back to back, we face each other
Still together all alone
We'd be the last to turn to one another
But I know we'll make it together on our own.
Back to back we face each other
But I know we'll make it together on our own...
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She's every reason I take so much work off,
and every reason I take so much time at home.
Every single reason why I'm so much stronger.
And every reason I could never be alone.
Chorus:
Look at me, you'll see who I've found.
I'm beside myself whenever she's around.
Without her, You'd see a different man.
It's what she's makes of me, she's half the man I am.
When the rivers all run dry, she finds the water.
And when everything is dark, she finds the light.
And when it's time to fly, she's flying with me.
With her on the wing, we balance out just right.
Chorus:
I'm what she's made of me, she's half the man I am.
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(Clint Black/Hayden Nichols)
There's no reason I should go
When I really want to stay
There's no place that I know
I'd go to anyway
If ya ask me, I'll take Texas any day.
There's folks who travel 'round
Ain't no place they will stay
And never can be found
Anywhere but on their way
But you can find me here in Texas any day.
There's everything and more
Than you could hope to find
From the sandy beaches
To the mountains and the pines
My mind's got room to wander
But my heart will never stray
And you can find me here in Texas any day.
--- Instrumental ---
There's no reason I should go
And you really ought to stay
By now you've got to know
There's only one thing I could say
If ya ask me, I'll take Texas any day.
--- Instrumental ---
There's everything and more
Than you could hope to find
There's miles of smilin' faces
All just one of a kind
My mind's got room to wander
But my heart will never stray
And you can find me here in Texas
I'll be right here in Texas
If ya ask me, I'll take Texas any day...
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(Clint Black/Jimmy Buffett)
I think I'll go back down to New Orleans
Try to bury my travelin' bone
Unpredictable me, like I swore I would be
Nothing's ever written in stone
There's a knock on her door, is she here anymore
I guess me and the neighbors will see
If the one thing that I couldn't do without her
She couldn't do without me.
Could I leave her behind, go on losin' my mind
While the good times continue to roll
With this time on my hands, I can change all my plans
And it really wouldn't bother a soul
I can make all the rounds, paint all the towns
Do all that and more on my own
But a man can't survive on happiness alone.
Take a good look around, this is New Orleans
A free wheeler's got to feel right at home
But it's a hell of a leap, whether shallow or deep
That old river's gonna keep movin' on
Like that muddy Mississippi, she keeps pullin' me under
When you're in it, nothin' ever seems clear
I could stand on the bank just toss in my line
But there's way too many fish around here.
Could I leave 'em behind for the one on the line
Are the good times still gonna roll
And with this time on my hands, I can change all my plans
And it really wouldn't bother a soul
I can make all the rounds, paint all the towns
Do all that and more on my own
But a man can't survive on happiness alone...
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(Clint Black/Hayden Nichols)
I've seen more than a Little Texas,
And a Playboy always knows
A man does what he Wills as long
As he stays on his toes
He can Russell up a fortune,
Any man could strike it Rich
But I'm doing good to keep it Strait
And keep my wheels out of the ditch
Ain't no Foster for the Desert Rose,
The babblin' Brooks are Dunn
That Crystal ball won't even book me
One day in the Sun
I'm Haggard, worn and Waylon
From the bottom of my Restless Heart
Don't know Wy the Black cloud's tailin' me,
There seems to be no Parton from the dark
And I've had it to the Gills of knowin'
What the Nitty Gritty's all about
Bein' McEntired and Loveless
I can't Lovett if I'm all tuckered out
--- Instrumental ---
Well, I never meant to set out
Like a half-cocked Gatlin gun
No highway Head Hunter's
Gonna let this Rabbitt run
I ain't Raven 'bout The Ride,
I probably got no fate to Seal
If I can't roll through Alabama
Half Asleepin' At The Wheel
All my Paycheckes are like dried up Wells
And way too small to Cash
Or I'd find a roadside motel,
Lay some money down to Crash
I'm Haggard, worn and Waylon
From the bottom of my Restless Heart
Don't know Wy the Black cloud's tailin' me,
There seems to be no Parton from the dark
And I've had it to the Gills of knowin'
What the Nitty Gritty's all about
Bein' McEntired and Loveless
I can't Lovett if I'm all tuckered out.
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