Альбом Pat Green

(Joe Ely)

Yeah Me and Billy the Kid, we never got along
Didn't like the way he cocked his hat, and he wore his gun all wrong.
We had the same girlfriend, and he never forgot it,
She had a cut little Chihuahua, that one day he over shot it.
He rode the hard country, down the New Mexico line,
He had a silver pocked watch, that he never did wind
He crippled a guitar player for playing his favorite song
Yeah Me and Billy the Kid, we ain't ever got along.

Yeah Me and Billy the Kid, we never got along,
Didn't like the way he buckled his belt, and he wore his gun all wrong.
He was bad to the bone, all hopped up on speed,
I would have left him alone, if it weren't for that senorita.
But he gave her silver, and he paid her hotel bills,
But it was me that she loved, she said she always will.
I'd go and see her whenever Billy was gone,
Yeah Me and Billy the Kid, we ain't never got along, NO!

Yeah Me and Billy the Kid, we never got along.
Didn't like the way he tied his shoes, and he wore his gun all wrong.
One day I told Billy, said "I've got the fooled proof scheme,
We'll rob the Wells Fargo; she's bustin' at the seems."
I knew that I had framed him, but I don't feel bad,
The way that I was living, was driving me mad.
Billy went for his gun, but his gun was all wrong,
Yeah Me and Billy the Kid, we ain't never got along.

Yeah Me and Billy the Kid, we never got along,
But I sure liked the way he swayed in the wind when I played his favorite songs.
Now my girlfriend sings harmony to "La Cucaracha",
We sit and wind that pocket watch, and we pet her little Chihuahua.
Move into the hotel, I got a room with a shower,
I like listening to that watch tick hour after hour.
And outside the wind, well it's blowing on so strong,
Yeah Me and Billy the Kid, we ain't never got along

(Pat Green)

Let your hair down, wear something pretty,
Don't you know, you make us both look good.
Call your momma tell her you're going out tonight,
It's going to be late,
Yeah we might not make it back at all.

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So take me out to a dancehall
Slap my foot down to the rhythm
Tell 'em to play them old songs that we all love
And you tell me that you want me
And I tell you that I want you too
And I kiss your face,
Whenever you want me to.

Some people say, don't waste your time away,
With late night living lovers rendezvous,
Take my hand
Come on take a chance
Close your eyes,
Yea the rest is gonna come to you.

Chorus

I said forget about tomorrow,
I don't care if it comes at all
And if we get a little crazy,
Blame it on the alcohol.

Chorus

And you tell me that you want me
And I tell you that I want you too
And I kiss your face,
Whenever you want me to.

(Pat Green)

What the hell am I doing down in Kansas City
I know damn well it ain't where I belong
Think I'll quit my job come 5 o'clock
Find my lonely way back home

My baby said just what are you trying to prove here
Do you really want to leave me here alone
I said I'm staring at this ocean full of Yankees
And I'd rather be in Texas on my own

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So we were southbound 35
We were headed down the road
Hit the border by the morning
Let Texas fill my soul
Yeah let Texas fill my soul

The tears start to flow about the time when I was leaving
She said I guess you better take me along
God might have made me born a yankee
But it's time that I made Texas my home

So we loaded her stuff into my pickup
Said goodbye to all my friends
Called my brother down in Austin
Said I'm headed home again

Chorus

She had her feet up on the dashboard
She was holding my hand and wearing only a smile
She said it's gonna be hard to start all over
But the feeling I have will make it all worthwhile

Chorus

(Pat Green)

Lately I'm feeling kinda broken,
Like a man out of sorts with the world,
And I ain't got no explanation,
And if I did I know I'd sound absurd.

Chorus
I can't change a thing no matter what I do,
And you don't care what I say,
I can't hide the pain anymore,
Ohh I'm going away.

I just need a way to keep the rain out,
To land with my both feet on the ground,
But every time I go to stand up on my own,
you come along, you come along and knock me down.

Chorus

Maybe I'll break out for the mountains,
Or maybe I'll head for Mexico,
Then you come in beggin' pleading,
You said baby please don't leave me,
But I've made up my mind,
I've made up my mind it's time to go.

(Pat Green)

I was born down in San Antone daddy would leave us all alone,
Big rig rolling thunder on a Dallas bound highway home.
Mama got a job and she worked real hard,
She had two little kids in a trashed out car,
Yeah but me and my brother seemed to get along just fine.

Chorus
Yeah and you know the highway, just like a river keeps rolling on,
And you know it's my way, I was born to sing this song,
Have no fear, I ain't going nowhere,
Everything is gonna be just fine.

So I turn on the TV on a Sunday afternoon,
This preacher was saying "boy you're gonna meet your doom,
If you do to the honky-tonks and drink that ice cold beer".
Well I've got me some friends and we're real tight,
We stay up drinking and talking in the middle of the night,
We talk about Jesus man I'll tell you he's one pretty cool dude.

Chorus

Lately I've been toying with the notion,
Of setting these wheels in motion,
Set me out on the highway to see what I can see.
Then you came in crying you were bitching at me,
You said your baby or the highway now what's it gonna' be,
I said well maybe you don't get it it's the nature of the business,
And I'm 'bout to be moving on.

Chorus

Now up and at 'em here we go I'm off again to the rodeo
And I've sure got a lotta other little things on my mind
One is a song I just started writing
Another is a girl I just finished fighting
She said it was me but Lord I just don't believe her
And if you want to know where I'm coming from
Just sit right there and I'll tell you son
This life I lead ain't as wonderful as it appears

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Here I go again just singin' in this dive
Lone Star Beer in my cereal is keepin' me alive
I gave up on Nashville a long time ago
Yeah but here I go Lord, once again oh here I go

Now I don't need to be too rich
I'm just and old hard-headed sonuvabitch
With my eyes still set on the glory days
Back in the times of the Dukes of Hazard
Listening to Willie and old Merle Haggard
And smiling just a little as I poked along in my truck
Now there's a lot of poor folks in my situation
With years of heartache and frustration
Just kinda watching as their dreams turned into years

Chorus

Let me tell you folks it don't really matter
That beer drinkin' never made you fatter
It's all those nights on the couch with the T.V. dinner
After twelve years with Copenhagen
I've finally found out that I was mistaken
It's not gonna be something to add some years to my life
And that's why I'm still dipping it today
And every morning I hear mama say
That shit is gonna kill you if the women don't get you first

Chorus

(Pat Green)

Last night I had me a nightmare
Dreamed that Texas was burning down...burning down
And all them people, I had grown up to love
Leaving town

Chorus
I cried "oh Holy Moses, bring blood to the Red Red Sea
Bring back Townes Van Zandt, and my heroes back to me
Because I can play their songs, but it ain't they way they do
It ain't they way they do."
I had a nightmare, a nightmare, it was a nightmare.

Buddy Holly was riding on the wind
Stevie Ray, well he was too
When their star, come tumbling to the ground
Wasn't a thing that all the king's horses
And all the king's men could do
Me I've just got my ol' bar stool

And man it's burning me down...burning me down
Just like a brush fire, that burns on through the night
One of these days I'm just going
These days I'm going to burn on out

(Pat Green)

Other night I ran into my girlfriend
Sitting at a table all alone getting stoned
I'm sleeping all by myself down in Corpus
Think I'll find myself a bottle
So I can drink my ass back home

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All right, all right, go on and live you life tonight
I'm fine, man I'm doing all right.
Never needed you to be a part of my life
When you're sitting there all alone
Why don't you do yourself a favor, and leave me the hell alone...all right.

I've got a handful of empty pockets
Yeah, I've got a bucket full of broken dreams
You ever been on the wrong side of that highway
Let me tell you something brother
Yeah, you know just what I mean

Chorus

Other night I ran into my girlfriend
Sittin' at a table with another man getting stoned
Ever been on the wrong side of that highway
It's a lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely

Lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely
It's a lonely way back home.

(Pat Green)

Women and whiskey, they ain't the answer
Lord I just know that this is true
But the way that I'm feeling
I just might be thinking
Lord tonight they just might have to do

I've spent a lot of long and lonely nights in honky tonk taverns
Two fisted drinking and fighting back against the wall
And I know it's a problem, a no win situation
But I can't seem to resist that old whiskey call

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Mister pour us a drink
Hell give us the bottle
Set us down in the corner
Until we're two sheets gone
And don't tell me no stories
About a good hearted woman
I want to hear “Your Cheatin' Heart”
And cry all night long

Me and my buddies, we've got a lot in common
We all wish we could take time and turn it around
Take us back to the good old days
Hard work and cowboy ways
Take us to a swingin' door saloon
This is what we'll say

Chorus

(Pat Green and Kirk Zander)

I found you in a Louisiana roadside park
Beat up, broke down no place left to turn
I took you back to Texas under a harvest moon
We found a little place to call our own
We shared all the hopes and dreams of our younger years
Married at the tender age of twenty-one
Rollin' down the highways, dirt roads and the byways
You liked to drive so I would go shotgun

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We'd go down to the river
Where I could hold your body close to mine
We'd listen to the rhythm
Of that old water rollin
You can stay with me until the morning light

Somewhere through the year somebody turned your head
And has taken my sweet love so far from me
Yeah he swept you off to Boulder
Where the air it gets much colder
Than this southern boy would ever like to see

I think of calling you on lonely nights
When being alone gets the best of me
Yeah but this here whiskey bottle
Will take me to a place
Where you and I will always be

Chorus

When you came back home everybody said I was a fool
'Cause I took you back without a word to say
But I couldn't go on living thinkin' about all I was missin'
And I don't give a damn about what those people say

Chorus

(Pat Green)

Found myself in a barroom
Doin' things I ought not to
Watching my life as it slowly passed me by
I was holding on to lovers
And disregarding others with my lies

Living my whole life like this
I guess is risky business
Some folks say that I won't last too long
And I can't say I blame them
For saying what they're saying
'Cause right now I'm just holding on

Chorus
I'm just an old dancehall dreamer
Living my life in the past
Holding on to dreams and them slow moving trains
And I don't know how long I can last

So I called out to Jesus
Said Lord I really need you
You've got to carry me for a while
I've been running too long
Singing these old tired songs
As the wheels keep turning out the miles

Like I said I'm just a dreamer
But I've gotta' keep believing
Someday things will go my way
I'm just running from the devil
I've got one foot on the pedal
While the other one is laid up in the grave

Chorus

(Walt Wilkins)

I sing songs about Texas, sing them often as if she were some old lover,
I used to know, wish I could follow them back to the homeland every time,
I hear one on my radio.
Twin fiddles playing in my memory,
My daddy sang the wonders of old cow town,
Silver haired and he's still there under a sky so kind and fair,
I tell you friends there's a song in every town.

Chorus

Sing me one more song
About old San Antone,
Seems like a dream now it was so long ago,
Guy Clark he can be like a coat from the cold,
Songs about Texas sing them often every time
I think I've got no home.

Nothing short of the gospel hymns,
I guess that's why folks keep writing 'um when I die,
I want to go there too, some day
I hope to walk along Heaven’s Street,
I'll still be looking for my taco meat
And I swear I hear a steel guitar rising in the air.

Sing me one more song about those dusty plains,
Them honky tonk angels, and their lonely beehive pain,
Wish I stowed away on some fast moving train going home, going home.

When the night is real real still, swear
I could hear a whippoorwill,
She knows there's music in the dirt down there,
Hill Country rain is a cleansing thing
And all I have to see one,
And I'll be sitting in a shallow creek with nothing to do.

Chorus 2x

(Pat Green)

Baby I'm doing fine since you left me,
And my friends seem to think I have a lot more time,
But as far as I'm concerned, all the money that I earn is going to this 1-900
line.
She said I was the greatest lover she'd ever heard,
She said that I had too much love for you,
And for a small five dollar cover she'd be my long distance lover,
And so long as I pay she'll never say we're through.

Chorus
Cause I'm a 1-900 user and a telephone abuser,
But I've got an 800 dollar credit line,
Yeah and I've got you to thank dear that the money in the bank here,
Is going to that little girl out in Caroline.

She said that her phone name was Madonna,
And she said she was just like a virgin, too
I said I don't care about your old virginity just boost my masculinity,
And tell me that your love is ever true.

Chorus

Baby I'm doing fine since you left me,
And I'm glad that you just up and let me be,
Yeah and you can tell your mother,
That I done found another,
And I wouldn't call even if you were toll free.

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(Pat Green)

If I had a million I would build you a mansion,
A hundred miles from nowhere with all a girl could need,
We would run through the hallways and dance in the backyard,
If we ain't got no neighbors ain't no one will see.

And if I had a speed plane we'd fly across the land,
Settle in some little border town,
We'd drink margaritas and dance to mariachis,
Put you on my speed plane and I would bring you back home.

And if I had a steamboat we'd sail across the ocean,
Dock in some little port of call,
We would have a fine time with Swiss cheese and French wine,
Put you on my steamboat and I would bring you back home.

But I ain't got a million and I ain't got a speed plane,
I ain't got no boat upon the sea,
All I've got is two strong arms to hold you so tightly,
So baby won't you, won't you please, come back home with me.

(Pat Green)

My brother and I used to go down to Georges Bar
We'd drink Big O's until they closed down the place
We'd talk about our lifelong ambition
I still recall the smile upon his face
He took off for the bright lights down in Austin
Said Pat don't you know there ain't no money here
He made a million bucks selling computers
I still go to George's and drink my beer

He's gone, yeah he's gone but I'm still here
He's gone, yeah he's gone but I'm still here

There was this curly headed girl back in the seventh grade
She didn't even know she caught my eye
We dated for a little while back in high school
I thought that one day she'd be my wife

The road took a turn somewhere around 18
She took off to find her own way
Fell in for some Nashville high roller
I know he's gonna break her heart one day

She's gone, yeah she's gone but I'm still here
She's gone, yeah she's gone but I'm still here

I used to go to my grandpas house every Sunday
We'd watch the Dukes of Hazzard on TV
Sit around and sometimes he'd tell me stories
About how simple life used to be

My grandpa died a year ago last Sunday
I thought to myself he was a helluva man
And I know when the darkness surrounds me
He reaches out and he takes my hand

He's gone, yeah he's gone but I'm still here
He's gone, yeah he's gone, I swear to God that he's still here