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1. | Hold On I'm Comin' |
2. | Leave Them Boys Alone |
3. | Spanish Johnny |
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5. | So You Want to Be a Cowboy Singer |
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7. | Sight for Sore Eyes |
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9. | Conversation |
10. | Mason Dixon Lines |
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(Waylon Jennings - Don Bowman)
Waylon Jenning & Willie Nelson
Someone's gonna get hurt before you're through
Someone's gonna pay for the things you do
How many hearts must break how many it's gonna take
To satisfy you just to satisfy you.
Another love another fool to play your game
Another love another fool they're all the same
Someone's gonna get hurt before you're through
Someone's gonna pay for the things you do.
You're gonna find when it's too late
Heart that just won't break
Just to satisfy you
Just to satisfy you.
--- Instrumental ---
How many hearts must break
How many will it take
To satisfy you
Just to satisfy you.
Just to satisfy you
Satisfy you
Just to satisfy you.
Someone's gonna get hurt before you're through
Someone's gonna pay for the things you do
You're gonna find when it's too late
Heart that just won't break.
Just to satisfy you.
Just to satisfy you.
Just to satisfy you.
Satisfy you.
Just to satisfy you...
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So You Want to Be a Cowboy Singer |
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Verse 1:
Well my baby you're a looker and I know what you're looking for
You've been looking over, every man at the bar
Honey, I know I've got a few years on you
But if you're shopping around let me tell you a thing or two
Verse 2:
Well I look a little rough and I got a few miles on me
My body needs work and my style ain't what it used to be
And honey I'll admit there's places where I'm wearing thin
But I ain't broke down, I'm just gettin' broken in.
Chorus:
Well I may be worn, but baby I ain't worn out
Let me take you for a ride and I'll show you what I'm talking about
I guarantee, there's a lot of me left to love
Well I may be used but baby I ain't used up
Verse 3:
I've been wrecked a few times and honey it shows I guess
There's been once or twice that you could say that I was repossesed
There's one little thing that I think ought to be understood
It aint how you look, it's what you got under your hood
Chorus.
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VERSE ONE:
It's another wasted morning
And I'm bouncing off the wall
Too much swarming makes me wonder
Why I'm headed home at all
CHORUS:
I get that honky-tonk feeling
Every time your arms grow cold
That could be the reason
I need a home away from home
So I'll say it one more time
And I hope you understand
If I can't find it in your arms, babe
I'll find it where I can
VERSE TWO:
I can't refuse them lonely women
Lord, I know just how they feel
So I'll keep right on pretending
What you've been giving me is real
CHORUS
Yes, I'll say it one more time
And I hope you understand
If I can't find it in your arms, babe
I'm gonna get it where I can
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