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(Ronnie Dunn)
When the sun goes down
On my side of town
That lonesome feeling
Comes to my door
The whole world turns blue
There's a rundown bar
Cross the railroad tracks
I've got a table for two
Way in the back
Where I sit alone
And think of losing you
I spend most every night
Beneath the light
Of this neon moon
If you lose your one and only
There's always room here for
the lonely
To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon
I think of two young lovers
Running wild and free
I close my eyes
And sometimes see
You in the shadows
Of this smoke-filled room
No telling how many tears
I've sat here and cried
Or how many lies
That I've lied
Telling my poor heart
She'll come back someday
Oh, but I'll be alright
As long as there's light
From a neon moon
If you lose your one and only
There's always room here for
the lonely
To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon
The jukebox plays on
Drink by drink
The words of every sad song
Seem to say what I think
This hurt inside of me
Ain't never gonna end
Oh, but I'll be alright
As long as there's light
From a neon moon
If you lose your one and only
There's always room here for
the lonely
To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon
To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon
To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
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(Bill LaBounty/Steve O'Brien)
She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood
And two big speakers blasting Johnny B. Goode
Looking so sweet it oughta be a crime
She plays with my heart and messes with my mind
Acts like Madonna but she listens to Merle
Rock my world little Country girl
She wears snakeskin boots made by Calvin Klein
And cheap sunglasses from the five and dime
All the other girls in school they give her dirty looks
She got an "A" in math and never cracked a book
Sure looks good in her denim and pearls
Rock my world little Country girl
Chorus:
Rock my world
Drag me out on the floor
Dance with me till I can't dance anymore
One-step, two-step, get in a line
I gotta find a way to make you mine
I tell her that I love her but it ain't enough
She says I got to learn to loosen up
Get a little wild on Saturday night
But make sure she's home before the mornin' light
Sunday she's all ribbons and curls
Rock my world little Country girl
(Repeat chorus)
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(Ronnie Dunn/Tommy Lee James)
A man this lonely
A man this blue
A man whose world's been torn in two
Needs somebody
With a heart that's true
A man this lonely needs a woman like you
Two arms this empty
Need someone to hold
A man this lost needs somewhere to go
When the nights go on forever
And the days do too
A man this lonely needs a woman like you
I'd lost hope
I was so far down
Here you come turning all that around
I'd come to think
Of love as a lie
All that's on my mind now
Is you by my side
A man this lonely
A man this blue
A man whose world's been torn in two
Needs somebody
With a heart that's true
A man this lonely needs a woman like you
A man this lonely needs a woman like you
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(Kix Brooks/Ronnie Dunn/Don Cook)
I'm still hurtin' from the last time
You walked on this heart of mine
I can't find much to believe in
You let me down so many times
Heaven knows how I love you
But I'm tired of holding on
You better kiss me
'Cause your gonna miss me when I'm gone
Not much chance we're gonna make it
If I'm the only one who's trying
You know I'm running out of reasons
And we're running out of time
Someday, girl, you're gonna wake up
And wonder what went wrong
You better kiss me
'Cause your gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're good at going through the motions
All I hear are alibis
Not I get this empty feeling
When I look into your eyes
I don't see a love light shining
I don't know what's going on
You better kiss me
'Cause your gonna miss me when I'm gone
You better kiss me
'Cause your gonna miss me when I'm gone
You better kiss me
'Cause your gonna miss me when I'm gone
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(Ronnie Dunn/Kix Brooks/Don Cook)
I've loved you since I met you
I guess I always will
There's something 'bout the way you smile
That makes my heart stand still
You say you love your freedom
I'd never tie you down
If you ever need these loving arms
I'll be hangin' 'round
If that's the way you want it
That's alright with me
If that's the way you want it
That's how it's gonna be
I'll be your Johnnie on the spot
Or Mr. Used To Be
If that's the way you want it
That's alright with me
I'm laid back, easy-going
I'm not the jealous kind
I won't get in your business
If you won't mess with mine
Just say the word forever
I'll gladly sing that line
I'll lay the world down at your feet
And fly you to the moon
If that's the way you want it
That's alright with me
If that's the way you want it
That's how it's gonna be
I'll be your Johnnie on the spot
Or Mr. Used To Be
If that's the way you want it
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(Don Cook/Kix Brooks)
I bought my girl a diamond, it was our engagement ring
She took it to a pawn shop, like it didn't mean a thing
She went right out and bought herself
A brand new party dress
She'll be looking good tonight
When we go out I guess
She's a cool drink of water
She's done hocked the ring I bought her
She might be the devil's daughter
But she's a cool drink of water
I took her to a night club, where we used to go a lot
The beer is cold and frosty and the band is blazing hot
I went back for a refill
And this guy walked up and said
There's a blonde out on the dance floor
Turning everybody's head
She's a cool drink of water
And I should run yes, I probably oughta
She might be the devil's daughter
But she's a cool drink of water
Well I'd had on too many, so she took my keys to drive
She said we'll have more fun tonight if we get home alive
Well that copper clocked her doing ninety in a twenty zone
But she didn't get a ticket
Just the number to his phone
She's a cool drink of water
And that ole cop really thinks he caught her
He just met the devil's daughter
She's a cool, cool drink of water
She's a cool drink of water
And I should run yes, I probably oughta
She might be the devil's daughter
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(Kix Brooks/Don Cook)
Seems like every time I call you
I'm standing in the pouring rain
I had another falling out with love
I'm back out on the streets again
I could us a cup of coffee
But I guess I better pass this time
But you could do an old friend a favor
While I'm still on the line
I know you said it's over
But this old heart's still burning with desire
So tell me one more time
You don't love me anymore
You gotta help me girl
I can't put out this fire
It's good to hear your voice again
I can almost see your smile
It's good to talk about old times
If only for a little while
Guess I'll go on back to my place
There's not much else for me to do
I wish that I could close my eyes
Without dreaming of you
I know you said it's over
But this old heart's still burning with desire
So tell me one more time
You don't love me anymore
You gotta help me girl
I can't put out this fire
Oh you gotta help me girl
I can't put out this fire
No, no, you gotta help me girl
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(Ronnie Dunn/Kix Brooks)
Times are hard and the money's tight
Day to day we fight that fight
Nothing new, it's the same old grind
Uphill all the way
Boss man says forget the raise
Preacher says to keep the faith
Good things come to those who wait
Tomorrow's another day
Our time is coming
When or where the good Lord only knows
Our time is coming
When this road we're on will turn to a street of gold
Long as we keep love alive
Something tells me we'll survive
It's the little things that'll get us by
And hold us together
I feel it when you hold me close
Baby we got more than most
Steady through the highs and lows
We'll go on forever
Our time is coming
When or where the good Lord only knows
Our time is coming
When this road we're on will turn to a street of gold
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(Ronnie Dunn)
I'm dead headin' down from Tulsa
Goin' back to San Antone
My baby called me up this morning
Begging me to come back home
Haulin' high hopes and thin air
Losin' money by the mile
I'll get there a poor man
She'll make it worth my while
I was a white line casanova
A love bandit of the road
I got the one I can't get over
I miss her more with every load
I got these eighteen wheels
Singin' home sweet home
I been too long gone
Oh I'm comin' home to ya
I ain't left the fast lane
Since I hit the last toll gate
I know she's out there waitin' in that Lone Star state
She'll be standin' on the front porch
Reachin' out with open arms
This woman's out to get me
Shoot the dog and sell the farm
I was a white line casanova
A love bandit of the road
I got the one I can't get over
I miss her more with every load
I got these eighteen wheels
Singin' home sweet home
I been gone too long
Oh I'm comin' home to ya
I got a white knuckle grip
On this wheel in my hand
I'm rollin' down the highway
Just as fast as I can
I'm blowin' smoke from both stacks
Pickin' 'em up, I'm puttin' 'em down
There won't be no time at all
'Til I'll be rollin' into town
I was a white line casanova
A love bandit of the road
I got the one I can't get over
I miss her more with every load
I got these eighteen wheels
Singin' home sweet home
I been gone too long
Oh I'm comin' home to ya
Yea I got these eighteen wheels
Singin' home sweet home
I been too long gone
Oh I'm comin' home to ya
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