Альбом Trisha Yearwood

(written by Bob Regan, Tom Shapiro)

I'm not quite sure what's goin' on
But all day through and all night long
I've been thinkin' about you
I've been thinkin' about you

The look in your eyes when you smile that way
The sound of your voice sayin' my name
I've been thinkin' about you
Just keep thinkin' about you
This single minded fascination I've got
Do you call it love
If you don't then what
All I know is I don't know what you've done
And this train ain't about to jump the track that it's on

In the back of my mind there's a secret place
But the whole world knows by the smile on my face
I've been thinkin' about you
Can't stop thinkin' about you

I know it's crazy callin' you this late
When the only thing I wanted to say is
I've been thinkin' about you
Just keep thinkin' about you
I Can't stop thinkin' about you
Always thinkin' about you

(written by Matraca Berg, Alice Randall)

Phone rings baby cries TV diet guru lies
Good morning honey
Go to work make up try to keep the balance up
Between love and money
She used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with X's and O's
Got a picture of her mama in heels and pearls
She's tryin' to make it in her daddy's world
She's an American girl
An American girl

Slow dance second chance mama needs romance
And an live-in maid
Fix the sink mow the yard really isn't all that hard
If you get paid
She used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with X's and O's
Got a picture of her mama in heels and pearls
She's tryin' to make it in her daddy's world
She's an American girl
An American girl

Well she's got her God and she's got good wine
Aretha Franklin and Patsy Cline

She used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with X's and O's
Got a picture of her mama in heels and pearls
She's tryin' to make it in her daddy's world
She's an American girl
An American girl
She's an American girl

(written by Melissa Etheridge)

Come on baby, let's get out of this town
I got a full tank of gas
With the top rolled down
There's a chill in my bones
I don't want to be left alone
So baby you can sleep while I drive

I'll pack my bag and load up my guitar
In my pocket I'll carry my harp
I got some money I saved, enough to get underway
And baby you can sleep while I drive

We'll go through Tucson up to Santa Fe
And Barbara in Nashville says we're welcome to stay
I'll buy you boots down in Texas, a hat from New Orleans
And in the morning you can tell me your dreams
You know I've seen it before
This mist that covers your eyes
You've been looking for something that's not in your life
My intentions are true, won't you take me with you
And baby you can sleep while I drive

Oh is it other arms you want to hold you
The stranger, the lover, you're free
Can't you get that with me
Come on baby let's get out of this town
I've got a full tank of gas
With the top rolled down
If you won't take me with you
I'll go before night is through
And baby you can sleep while I drive

(written by Michael Henderson)

I was born the restless kind
Settlin' down never crossed my mind
Wild and woolly well I guess that's me
People sure get nervous when a woman's free
I can hold my tongue I can hold my wine
I can hold my own I'm the restless kind
Well I've seen the country and I've been to town
Rode in limousines with the tops rolled down
Walked down the road where the rivers freeze
Whatever it takes
I do what I please
I can hold my horses
I can hold the line
I can hold my own I'm the restless kind
I was born the restless kind
And I never assume what I'm gonna find
I can stand my ground I can slip through a crack
Just as sure as I leave honey I'll be back
I can hold my temper
I can bide my time
I can hold my own
I'm the restless kind

(written by Gretchen Peters)

On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota
I thought I saw you there
With the snow falling down around you
Like a silent prayer
And once on a street in New York City
With the jazz and the sin in the air
And once on a cold L.A. freeway
Going nowhere
And it's strange, but it's true
I was sure it was you
Just a face in the crowd
On a bus to St. Cloud

In a church in downtown New Orleans
I got down on my knees and prayed
And I wept in the arms of Jesus
For the choice you made
We were just gettin' to the good part
Just gettin' past the mystery
Oh, and it's just like you, it's just like you
To disagree
And it's strange but it's true
You just slipped out of view
Like a face in the crowd
On a bus to St. Cloud

And you chase me like a shadow
And you haunt me like a ghost
And I hate you some, and I love you some
But I miss you most...

On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota
I thought I saw you there
With the snow falling down around you
Like a silent prayer

(written by Tony Arata)

I love Cinderella
'Cause every time that it ends
Somebody gets a fella
Time and again
And the moral of the story is
For everyone there's a love that fits

But it was all
Nothing but a fairytale
Never comin' true
It was all
Nothing but a fairytale
Until I found you

And the one about the rainbow
Every time it's told
Some lucky old so and so
Gets a promised pot of gold
It's some reward for all our time
Something sweet at the end of the line

All of the same stories
All of the same words
All of them told to me
In a way I've never heard
By you

(written by Angelo, Kim Richey)

I left home with nothing but a few tears in my eyes
Now I'm halfway down the interstate past Highway 99
It's just me and one good wiper blade up against the rain
And I still hear the echoes of those bitter words we said
I could drive a million miles and never drive them from my head

Those words we said
No matter how I try I can't get far enough away
Every sad song on my radio sounds like it's custom made
By some devil on my shoulder that keeps whispering in my ear
Those words that wounded like an arrow to the heart
And keep me drivin', drivin'

(written by Michael G. Joyce, Irene Kelley)

I'm catchin' this south bound train
I've had enough of the pouring rain
Chilled to the bone, I have to go
Love was never a friend of mine
The only friend that I have is time
It's down the track, ain't lookin' back
Mexico, O Mexico
I long to see your border town
Mexico, O Mexico
Adios mi corazon
The cars are clickin' the night along
But all I hear is a heartbreak song
Haunting me, relentlessly
Come the morning and I will stand
On the banks of the Rio Grande
A brand new day, wash those tears away
There's nothin' like the feel
Of the steel against the steel
And you can't forget the crying of the rail
There's nothin' like the sight
Of a moonlit desert night
To heal a broken heart that was so frail

(written by Layng Martine, Jr., Kent Robbins)

Everything in moderation, that's the way it's always been
Never gettin' out of control - never hanging it out
Always reelin' it in
I saved my money for a rainy day
But now I've had enough of playin' it safe
I wanna go too far, I wanna go too fast
Somebody draw the line so I can blow right past
I wanna spend too much, I wanna stay too late
I'm gonna roar too loud, I'm gonna be that way
I wanna play too hard, I wanna go too far

I'm the one they all depend on
Sensible, predictable, and strong
But every now and then,
I feel like I've played that role too long
I need to rock the boat, I need to speak my mind
Just this once let it all unwind
I've gotta set this spirit free
That's hiding here inside
I feel like a bird in a cage
It's time for me to fly

(written by Larry Henley, Red Lane)

I'll just keep on falling in love
Till I get it right
Right now I'm like a wounded bird
Hungry for the sky
But if I try my wings and try long enough
I'm bound to learn to fly
So I'll just keep on falling in love
Till I get it right

My door to love has opened out
More times than in
And I'm either fool or wise enough
To open it again'
Cause I'll never know what's beyond the mountain
Till I reach the other side
So I'll just keep on falling in love
Till I get it right

If practice makes perfect, then I'm near about as perfect
As I'll ever be in my life
So I'll just keep on falling in love
Till I get it right