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(Rodney Crowell - Guy Clark - Vince Gill)
Well, it's rainin' down in Houston
I got holes in both my shoes
Baby's put me on the street
She says I'm through with you.
She thinks I'm gonna miss her
Someone tell her that she's wrong
I'm goin' back to Oklahoma boys
'Cause that's where I belong.
I need one good ride I'll be satisfied
Come on Oklahoma borderline
If we roll all night she'll be coming into sight
Come on Oklahoma borderline.
Well, now I don't need no Texas girl
Doggin' me around
I may be a Okie son
But I've still been to town.
Well, those Oklahoma city girls
They always treat you right
Well, tell mama and them that I'm comin' home
And I'm leavin' out tonight.
I need one good ride I'll be satisfied
Come on Oklahoma borderline
If we roll all night she'll be coming into sight
Come on Oklahoma borderline.
--- Instrumental ---
So with two bucks in my pocket
And my thumb stuck in the wind
When I cross Red River boys
I won't be back again.
Give me old back roads and truck stops
And eighteen wheels that whine
And some good ol' boy
To take me to that Oklahoma line.
I need one good ride I'll be satisfied
Come on Oklahoma borderline
If we roll all night she'll be coming into sight
Come on Oklahoma borderline.
I caught one good ride
she's coming into sight
Hello, Oklahoma borderline.
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you say you're sorry
you still care
she came by my place again
to cry about you man
you should love her
twice as much
i try to remember you're a friend
but its gettin a little rough
(Chorus)
she's just tired
of bein cinderella
she cant live that way no more
needs a little affection
a little understanding
better be careful
cause the next time she comes through my door
she wont be cinderella no more
A tear drop trembles
on her face
where that smile always was
it seemed out of place
when i held her
like a friend
like a bitter sweet beginning
i could taste the bitter end
(Chorus)
She just tired
of bein cinderella
she needs a little affection a little understanding
you better be careful
cause the next time she comes through my door
you'll be sorry
(Bridge)
cause it seems like its always something with you
and everybody's always wrong
one of these you'll reach for the pillow she sleeps on
shes gonna be gone
(Chorus)
shes just tired
of bein cinderella
she cant live
that way no more
she needs a little affection
a little understanding
you better be careful casue the next time she comes through my door
you'll be sorry
shes just tired
of bein cinderella
she cant live
that way no more
she needs a little affection
a little understanding
you better be careful casue the next time she comes through my door
you'll be sorry
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He slipped the ring off his finger
When he walked in the room
And he found him some stranger
And promised her the moon
How many lies you must have told
You think you're a rich man
With your pocket full of gold.
For another man's treasure
You'd say anything
But is one night of pleasure
Worth the trouble you'll bring
Don't look so surprised
'Cause son I should know
I once was a rich man
With my pocket full of gold.
Some night you're gonna wind up
On the wrong end of a gun
Some jealous guy's gonna show up
And you'll pay for what you've done
What will it say on your tombstone
Here lies a rich man
With his pocket full of gold.
Yeah, here lies a rich man
With his pocket full of gold...
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(Vince Gill - Kostas Lazarides)
Driving all night too many miles to go
Pedal to the metal listenin' to the radio
I got three days to get from Cheyenne to San Antone
That's the life of a cowboy ridin' the rodeo.
Well, my back side's sore and I'm movin' kinda slow
But when I hit Okie City there's a barrel racer that I know
Just a little home cookin' and some lovin' to heal my bones
That's the life of a cowboy ridin' the rodeo.
Ride cowboy ride, hold on for your life
Eight seconds is a long, long time when you're sittin' on dynamite
You can't make money buddy if get thrown
That's the life of a cowboy ridin' the rodeo.
--- Instrumental ---
Well, I might get lucky down in ol' San Antone
Find a little Texas girl I could call my own
That lone star lovin's the best I've ever known
That's the life of a cowboy ridin' the rodeo.
Ride cowboy ride, hold on for your life
Eight seconds is a long, long time when you're sittin' on dynamite
You can't make money buddy if get thrown
That's the life of a cowboy ridin' the rodeo.
Yeah, that's the life of a cowboy ridin' the rodeo...
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GIVE ME ONE MORE LAST CHANCE
She was standing at the front door
when I came home last night
with a Good Book in her left hand
and a rolling pin in her right
she said you'd come home for the last time
with the whiskey on your breath
if you don't listen to my preaching boy
I'm gonna have to beat you half to death
Give me just a one more last chance
before you say we're through
I know I drive you crazy baby
it's the best that i can do
were just some good ol boys
a making noise
I ain't runnin around on you
Give me just a one more last chance
before you say we're through
first she hit my glasses
because ya know that I can't see
she said you ain't going nowhere boy
til you spend a little time with me
then the boys called from the honky tonk
said there's a party going on down here
well she might have took my car keys
but she forgot about my old John Deere
Gimme just a one more last chance
before you say we're through
I know I drive you crazy baby
it's the best that i can do
were just some good ol boys
making noise
I ain't runnin round on you
Gimme just a one more last chance
before you say we're through
SOLO
Gimme just one more last chance
before you say we're through
I know I drive you crazy baby
it's the best that I can do
were just some good ol boys
making noise
I ain't runnin around on you
Gimme just a one more last chance
before you say we're through
give me just one more last chance
before you say we're through
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(Vince Gill)
I can read the writing on the wall
You pretend that nothing's changed at all
I've got just one thing to ask you if it's so
Just take your mem'ry with you when you go.
So I won't have to think about
The lonely nights I'll be without
Someone to hold me when the cold winds blow
Take your mem'ry with you when you go.
--- Instrumental ---
I walk the floor and wonder what went wrong
I'll have to find a way to carry on
Why don't you leave before the heartache starts to show
Take your mem'ry with you when you go.
I won't have to think about
The lonely nights I'll be without
Someone to hold me when the cold winds blow
Take your mem'ry with you when you go...
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You could have given me a million reasons why
But it wouldn't change a thing
You said it all when you said goodbye
You took off your wedding ring
I've been tryin' to get over you
I've been spending time alone
I've been tryin' to get over you
It'll take dying to get it done
All my friends keep trying to fix me up
They say I need somebody new
When it comes to love I've all but given up
Cause life don't mean nothing, without you
I've been tryin' to get over you
I've been spending time alone
I've been tryin' to get over you
It'll take dying to get it done
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(Guy Clark)
She could dance that slow Uvalde shuffle to some cowboy hustle
How she made them trophy buckles shine shine shine
Wild eyed and Mexican silvered trickin' dumb ol' cousin Willard
Into thinkin that he's got her this time.
Hill country honky tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.
She's a rawhide rope and velvet mixture walkin' talkin' Texas texture
High-timin' barroom fixture kind of a girl
She's the queen of the cowboys look at old Willard grinnin' now boys
You'd of thought there's less fools in this world.
Hill country honky tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.
--- Instrumental ---
So good luck Willard, here's to you
And here's to Rita
And I hope she'll do ya right all night
Lord, I wish I was the fool in your jeans.
Hill country honky tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.
Hill country honky tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you...
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The face of an angel; pretty eyes that shine
I lie awake at night wishing you were mine
I'm standing here holding the biggest heartache in town
Whenever you come around
{Chorus}
I get weak in the knees; and I lose my breath
Oh I try to speak but the words won't come
I'm so scared to death
And when you smile that smile,
The world turns upside down
Whenever you come around
I feel so helpless; I feel just like a kid
What is it about you that makes me keep my feelings hid
I wish I could tell you, but the words can't be found
Whenever you come around
{Chorus x2}
And when you smile that smile
the world turns upside down
Whenever you come around
Whenever you come around
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Have you ever been down to Texas
Down around San Antone
They love to go all night and treat you right
And party 'til the cows come home.
Chorus:
I love it when they let their hair down
And dance real close to you
You know I'm a sucker baby for what the cowgirls do
What the cowgirls do.
They ain't no different up in Oklahoma
They ain't afraid to stay up 'til dawn
They love to cut a rug and chug a lug
Longnecks 'til their money's all gone.
Chorus:
I love it when they let their hair down
And dance real close to you
You know I'm a sucker baby for what the cowgirls do
What the cowgirls do.
There's cowgirls all across the country
From Baton Rouge to Bangor, Maine
It ain't hard to see they'll be the death of me
They're gonna drive my little heart insane.
Chorus:
I love it when they let their hair down
And dance real close to you
You know I'm a sucker baby for what the cowgirls do
What the cowgirls do...
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We've been up all night long
Trying to solve a problem, well, it's almost dawn
Ain't no time for sleeping if our love is wearing thin
'Cause I ain't giving up, you ain't giving in.
Don't let our love start slipping
Our love start slipping away
'Cause the life we've been living
Gets harder every day
Don't let our love start slipping
Our love start slipping away.
And real love walks, a real thin line
No communication will kill it every time
So open up your heart, baby we can work it out
'Cause we got the kind of love people dream about.
Don't let our love start slipping
Our love start slipping away
'Cause the life we've been living
Gets harder every day
Don't let our love start slipping
Our love start slipping away.
It's past the point of right or wrong
Let's find a way to just hold on, yeah
--- Instrumental ---
Don't let our love start slipping
Our love start slipping away
'Cause the life we've been living
Gets harder every day
Don't let our love start slipping
Our love start slipping away.
Don't let our love start slipping
Our love start slipping away...
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Oh, there's nothin' like a woman
When you're all alone
No there's nothin' like a woman
To make a man come home
She's always there to understand
The little boy inside of the man
Oh, there's nothin' like a woman
Nothin' at all.
She knows when to hold you
And when to leave you alone
She's there to console you
When everything in the world's gone wrong
She lights a candle
And gets that look in her eye
And she's says, "boy you can you handle
Staying up with me all night?"
Oh, there's nothin' like a woman
When you're all alone
No there's nothin' like her lovin'
To make a man come home
She's always there to understand
The little boy inside of the man
Oh, there's nothin' like a woman
Nothin' at all.
--- Instrumental ---
No there's nothin' like a woman
When you're all alone
No there's nothin' like a woman
To make a man come home
She's always there to understand
The little boy inside of the man
No there's nothin' like a woman
Nothin' at all.
She's always there to understand
The little boy inside of the man
No there's nothin' like a woman
Nothin' at all. No-o...
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(Dilbert McClinton - Vince Gill)
You know I'm about to lose my mind
I got a woman down below the Mason Dixon line
She deals the cards awful good to me
She's a blackjack dealer on the Delta Queen.
On the south side of Dixie
From Savannah Georgia down to New Orleans
Out on the south side of Dixie
Women there they don't treat you mean.
On the south side of Dixie
A side of the south you ain't never seen
Half a tank north of Birmingham
Red eye gravy and country ham.
Chattanooga woman sure is sweet
she's a hillbilly singer from Tennessee.
Out on the south side of Dixie
From Savannah Georgia down to New Orleans
Out on the south side of Dixie
Women there they don't treat you mean.
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If you go down south you're gonna have a ball
You'll go half crazy tryin' to love 'em all
You might get lucky you can't never tell
With them Georgia peaches and them southern belles.
Out on the south side of Dixie
From Savannah Georgia down to New Orleans
Out on the south side of Dixie
Women there they don't treat you mean.
Out on the south side of Dixie
A side of the south you ain't never seen...
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I rushed home from work like I always do.
I spent my whole day just thinking of you.
When I walked through the front door, my whole life was changed
Cause nobody answered when I called your name.
A note on the table that told me goodbye
Said you'd grown weary of living a lie.
Oh, your love has ended, but mine still remains;
But nobody answers when I call your name.
Oh, the lonely sound of my voice calling
Is driving me insane.
And just like rain, the tears keep falling;
But nobody answers when I call your name.
Oh, the lonely sound of my voice calling
Is driving me insane.
And just like rain, the tears keep falling;
But nobody answers when I call your name.
Oh, nobody answers when I call your name.
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(Reed Nielsen - Vince Gill)
You've got my number you've got my name
So why don't you call me little Liza Jane
You've got that body you've got that frame
So why don't you call me little Liza Jane.
Girl I got it bad for you
There ain't nothing I won't do
Just one kiss and I'll never be the same
Little Liza Jane, Oh, little Liza Jane.
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Now you've heard my story
You've got to know my name
So why don't you call me
Little Liza Jane.
Girl I got it bad for you
There ain't nothing I won't do
Just one kiss and I'll never be the same
Little Liza Jane, Oh, little Liza Jane.
Oh, little Liza Jane, oh, little Liza Jane...
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Everybody wants a little piece of my time
And still I put you at the end of the line
How it breaks my heart to cause you this pain
To see the tears you cry fallin like rain
Give me the chance to prove
And I'll make it up to you.
I still believe in you
With a love that will always be
Standin' so strong and true
Baby, I still believe in you and me.
Somewhere along the way I guess I just lost track
Only thinking of myself never looking back
For all the times I've hurt you, I apologize
I'm sorry it took so long to finally realize
Give me the chance to prove
That nothing's worth losing you.
I still believe in you
With a love that will always be
Standin' so strong and true
Baby, I still believe in you and me.
Baby, I still believe in you
With a love that will always be
Standin' so strong and true
Baby, I still believe in you and me...
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