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1992 |
1. | Come On Over to the Country |
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3. | Wild Weekend |
4. | The Count Song |
5. | I Know What You've Got Up Your Sleeve |
6. | Hotel Whiskey |
7. | Fax Me A Beer |
8. | Low Down Blues |
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10. | Cut Bank, Montana |
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Well, I've been sittin' here listenin'
To your songs all night long
Oh, you think you've got it all figured out
You don't know at all
Everything I've heard from you
It's all a pack of lies
I wouldn't spend another quarter
For what you've said tonight
Lyin' jukebox, ain't you got a song
That tells the truth I didn't do her wrong
Lyin' jukebox, ain't a word of it so
You know I didn't leave her
That woman made me go
Well I think you've already said way too much
And I've had way too many rounds
I never fought a jukebox before
But it's time to hit you down
You've made a whole lotta accusations
Without one bit of proof
And if you say I cheated one more time
I'll pull the plug on you
Lyin' jukebox, ain't you got a song
That tells the truth I didn't do her wrong
Lyin' jukebox, ain't a word of it so
You know I didn't leave her
That woman made me go
You know I didn't leave her
That woman made me go
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I was getting kinda tired
Of her endless chatter
Nothing I could say
Ever seemed to matter
So I took a little drive
Just to clear my head
I saw a flashing neon, up ahead
It looked like a place
To find some satisfaction
With a little less talk
And a lot more action
I paid the man at the door
And pushed my way to the bar
Shouted for a drink
Over a screaming guitar
A drunk on a stool
Tried to mess with my head
But I didn't even listen
To a word he said
I knew somewhere
Amid all this distraction
Was a little less talk
And a lot more action
A little less talk
If you please
A lot more loving
Is what I need
Let's get on down
To the main attraction
With a little less talk
And a lot more action
Well she was fighting them off
At a corner table
She had a longneck bottle
She was peeling the label
The look on her face
It was perfectly clear
She said - somebody please
Get me - out of here
The look she shot me
Through the glass refraction
Said a little less talk
And a lot more action
A little less talk
If you please
A lot more loving
Is what I need
Let's get on down
To the main attraction
With a little less talk
And a lot more action
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