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(Walt Wilkins)
I sing songs about Texas, sing them often as if she were some old lover,
I used to know, wish I could follow them back to the homeland every time,
I hear one on my radio.
Twin fiddles playing in my memory,
My daddy sang the wonders of old cow town,
Silver haired and he's still there under a sky so kind and fair,
I tell you friends there's a song in every town.
Chorus
Sing me one more song
About old San Antone,
Seems like a dream now it was so long ago,
Guy Clark he can be like a coat from the cold,
Songs about Texas sing them often every time
I think I've got no home.
Nothing short of the gospel hymns,
I guess that's why folks keep writing 'um when I die,
I want to go there too, some day
I hope to walk along Heaven’s Street,
I'll still be looking for my taco meat
And I swear I hear a steel guitar rising in the air.
Sing me one more song about those dusty plains,
Them honky tonk angels, and their lonely beehive pain,
Wish I stowed away on some fast moving train going home, going home.
When the night is real real still, swear
I could hear a whippoorwill,
She knows there's music in the dirt down there,
Hill Country rain is a cleansing thing
And all I have to see one,
And I'll be sitting in a shallow creek with nothing to do.
Chorus 2x
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(Pat Green)
My brother and I used to go down to Georges Bar
We'd drink Big O's until they closed down the place
We'd talk about our lifelong ambition
I still recall the smile upon his face
He took off for the bright lights down in Austin
Said Pat don't you know there ain't no money here
He made a million bucks selling computers
I still go to George's and drink my beer
He's gone, yeah he's gone but I'm still here
He's gone, yeah he's gone but I'm still here
There was this curly headed girl back in the seventh grade
She didn't even know she caught my eye
We dated for a little while back in high school
I thought that one day she'd be my wife
The road took a turn somewhere around 18
She took off to find her own way
Fell in for some Nashville high roller
I know he's gonna break her heart one day
She's gone, yeah she's gone but I'm still here
She's gone, yeah she's gone but I'm still here
I used to go to my grandpas house every Sunday
We'd watch the Dukes of Hazzard on TV
Sit around and sometimes he'd tell me stories
About how simple life used to be
My grandpa died a year ago last Sunday
I thought to myself he was a helluva man
And I know when the darkness surrounds me
He reaches out and he takes my hand
He's gone, yeah he's gone but I'm still here
He's gone, yeah he's gone, I swear to God that he's still here
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(Townes Van Zandt)
When the wind don't blow in Amarillo
And the moon along the Gunnison don't rise
Shall I cast my dreams upon your love, babe
And lie beneath the laughter of your eyes
It's snowin' on Raton
Come morning I'll be through them hills and gone
Mother thinks the road is long and lonely
Little brother thinks the road is straight and fine
Little darling thinks the road is soft and lovely
I'm thankful that old road is a friend of mine
It's snowin' on Raton
Come morning I'll be through them hills and gone
Bid the years good-bye you cannot still them
You cannot turn the circles of the sun
You cannot count the miles until you feel them
And you cannot hold a lover that is gone
It's snowin' on Raton
Come morning I'll be through them hills and gone
Tomorrow the mountains will be sleeping
Silently the blanket green and blue
All that I shall hear the silence they are keeping
I'll bring all their promises to you
It's snowin' on Raton
Come morning I'll be through them hills and gone
It's snowin' on Raton
Come morning I'll be through them hills and gone
It's snowin' on Raton
Come morning I'll be through them hills and gone
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(Pat Green)
Lately I'm feeling kinda broken,
Like a man out of sorts with the world,
And I ain't got no explanation,
And if I did I know I'd sound absurd.
Chorus
I can't change a thing no matter what I do,
And you don't care what I say,
I can't hide the pain anymore,
Ohh I'm going away.
I just need a way to keep the rain out,
To land with my both feet on the ground,
But every time I go to stand up on my own,
you come along, you come along and knock me down.
Chorus
Maybe I'll break out for the mountains,
Or maybe I'll head for Mexico,
Then you come in beggin' pleading,
You said baby please don't leave me,
But I've made up my mind,
I've made up my mind it's time to go.
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(Pat Green)
My daddy was an outlaw,
Mom died giving birth to me,
They both let me all alone when I was on bended knee,
If you don't like my story I suggest you turn the page,
I don't need no preachin' I ain't got no soul to save.
My name is Arkansas Dave Rudebaugh and this here is Tennessee Jack,
Don't you give us any lip now boy or today will be your last,
When the bank was dry we said good-bye and walked out to the street,
When a cloud of bullets came a thundering down
And took Tennessee to his knees.
I just stood there and watched him bleeding like a fool out in the rain,
Didn't have time to think when I jumped through the banks front window pane,
Grabbed the teller in a blink of an eye put a colt up to his head,
Said careful son don't try to run or tomorrow will be your last.
Chorus
I've got to fly like an eagle, free like a bird on the wind,
Hell fire and brimstone are coming down on me,
Mister I was born of sin.
Sat down in the corner and rolled a little home grown,
Said if I'm gonna die today I sure as hell ain't goin' alone,
So I ran out the bank a shooting I was two for two at first,
Until I felt a painful sound as a bullet tore my shirt.
Chorus
I crawled back to the alley way where I knew my horse was tied,
And that's where all the legends say that Arkansas Dave Rudebaugh died,
But I was in a place so far from there in a time so long ago,
In the arms of a pretty little senorita on the Gulf of Mexico.
Chorus
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(Pat Green)
Baby I'm doing fine since you left me,
And my friends seem to think I have a lot more time,
But as far as I'm concerned, all the money that I earn is going to this 1-900
line.
She said I was the greatest lover she'd ever heard,
She said that I had too much love for you,
And for a small five dollar cover she'd be my long distance lover,
And so long as I pay she'll never say we're through.
Chorus
Cause I'm a 1-900 user and a telephone abuser,
But I've got an 800 dollar credit line,
Yeah and I've got you to thank dear that the money in the bank here,
Is going to that little girl out in Caroline.
She said that her phone name was Madonna,
And she said she was just like a virgin, too
I said I don't care about your old virginity just boost my masculinity,
And tell me that your love is ever true.
Chorus
Baby I'm doing fine since you left me,
And I'm glad that you just up and let me be,
Yeah and you can tell your mother,
That I done found another,
And I wouldn't call even if you were toll free.
Chorus
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(Pat Green)
I met John Wayne and Jesus when I was just a kid
They both had on their cowboy hats just like I'd pictured them
I stood up at the front of the class waving my American flag
I said the pledge, sang amber waves of grain
Chorus
I sing all the song of America
Danced in the rain in Lafayette
I'm still hanging out with John Wayne and Jesus
And I know that is as good as life can get
I had big time when I was down in Houston
I fell in love and moved out to New Orleans
Well she said so long, now I'm here all alone
She's still got a little bitty piece of me
Chorus
Well John Wayne and Jesus moved out to Hollywood
Workin' behind the scenes on MTV
Me I'm right down here in Texas
Cause I know that's where I was always meant to be
Chorus
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(Pat Green)
I was born down in San Antone daddy would leave us all alone,
Big rig rolling thunder on a Dallas bound highway home.
Mama got a job and she worked real hard,
She had two little kids in a trashed out car,
Yeah but me and my brother seemed to get along just fine.
Chorus
Yeah and you know the highway, just like a river keeps rolling on,
And you know it's my way, I was born to sing this song,
Have no fear, I ain't going nowhere,
Everything is gonna be just fine.
So I turn on the TV on a Sunday afternoon,
This preacher was saying "boy you're gonna meet your doom,
If you do to the honky-tonks and drink that ice cold beer".
Well I've got me some friends and we're real tight,
We stay up drinking and talking in the middle of the night,
We talk about Jesus man I'll tell you he's one pretty cool dude.
Chorus
Lately I've been toying with the notion,
Of setting these wheels in motion,
Set me out on the highway to see what I can see.
Then you came in crying you were bitching at me,
You said your baby or the highway now what's it gonna' be,
I said well maybe you don't get it it's the nature of the business,
And I'm 'bout to be moving on.
Chorus
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(Pat Green)
Marty had a boutique on the corner,
Stanley was a trucker by his trade,
And every time that Marty would shake her tail feathers,
It would go and make old Stanley's day.
They'd go bowling every Tuesday,
Down there at the Waco Fair Lanes,
They'd drink a couple beers,
Roll a couple spares,
Then it's off to the trailer,
Willie Nelson all the way.
Chorus
Yeah life here in the trailer park is fine,
You know that we've been living it everyday,
I got me a good looking woman I got me some indoor plumbing,
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
The trailer was a sight to see don't you know,
Stanley said man double wide is the only way to go,
We got the hurricane package,
With the tires up on the roof,
A satellite dish out back,
Tin foil in the windows.
Chorus
Things got a little tight that summer,
Marty had to take a second job,
Seems money was the answer,
So she became a dancer,
Down there at the local topless bar.
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(Pat Green)
Chorus
Adios days in the wide open prairie,
Nights on the canyon are gone,
Steven is dead and Johnny got married,
Me I'm here all on my own.
I used to have nights on the town of Laredo,
Spinning the girls cross the floor,
Now I'm too old for dancing and too far gone on the whiskey,
So I don't go down there no more.
Chorus
My dad was a top hand when he was a young man,
Rode for the Diamond-Bar-J,
He'd push all day long from the back of his pony,
Nighttime he'd gather up all his strays.
He hated the cities and he cussed all the railroads,
Said they would lead us to fall,
Now we have street cars and the cowboy is dying,
I guess he weren't too far from wrong.
Chorus 3x
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(Pat Green)
If I had a million I would build you a mansion,
A hundred miles from nowhere with all a girl could need,
We would run through the hallways and dance in the backyard,
If we ain't got no neighbors ain't no one will see.
And if I had a speed plane we'd fly across the land,
Settle in some little border town,
We'd drink margaritas and dance to mariachis,
Put you on my speed plane and I would bring you back home.
And if I had a steamboat we'd sail across the ocean,
Dock in some little port of call,
We would have a fine time with Swiss cheese and French wine,
Put you on my steamboat and I would bring you back home.
But I ain't got a million and I ain't got a speed plane,
I ain't got no boat upon the sea,
All I've got is two strong arms to hold you so tightly,
So baby won't you, won't you please, come back home with me.
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