Trick Pony Album

Written by Buckie Moore and Wally Wilson.

Well, it's Friday night at the Farmer's Daughter.
But I'm the only one here drinkin' Barley water.
You left me to drown my broken heart.
But this one, I'll get over, well, stone cold sober.

'Cause I don't need "Jose", believe me, honey, I'm ok.
"Jack Daniels" or "Jim Beam" ain't gonna pull me through.
You wasted my time, my heart and my mind too:
I ain't wastin' good whiskey on you.
Ha, ha.

An' I'll admit, we've lived some on the wild side.
We dug our heels in deep an' had a wild ride.
Oh but one good shot of you was all I needed,
So don't set 'em up, Joe, oh no, I'll stick to H2O.

'Cause I don't need "Jose", believe me, honey, I'm ok.
A "Jack Daniels" or a "Jim Beam" ain't gonna pull me through.
An' you wasted my time, my heart and my mind too: (My time.)
I ain't wastin' good whiskey on you.
Ah ha.

Instrumental Break.
(Oh, I think we need a little help from our friends.)

'Cause I don't need "Jose", believe me, honey, I'm ok.
A "Jack Daniels" or a "Jim Beam" ain't gonna pull me through.
An' you wasted my time, my heart and my mind too:
I ain't wastin' good whiskey on you.
No I ain't wastin' good whiskey on you.

Written by Ira Dean, David Lee Murphy and Kim Tribble.

What's not to love? (What's not to love?)
What's not to fall head over heel in love with?
If he ain't perfect, he's close enough.
What's not to love? (What's not to love?)
Who wouldn't be carried away, swept off their feet?
Hey, you tell me: what's not to love?

Green eyes, Levis,
Built for speed an' just my size.
Sun tan, oh man:
Makes my heart beat double time.
Well, I know I'm not alone: he's like nobody else,
But I can't help myself.

What's not to love? (What's not to love?)
What's not to fall head over heel in love with?
If he ain't perfect, he's close enough.
What's not to love? (What's not to love?)
Who wouldn't be carried away, swept off their feet?
Hey, you tell me: what's not to love?

Instrumental Break.
(Ha, ha.)
(Uh, oh, pick it son.)

Devil's smile, he's kinda wild:
I wanna hold him like a little child.
One look an' I'm hooked.
There's no denyin', he's got style.
He's the dream, he's the king, he's the angel next door.
He's all I could want an' more.

What's not to love? (What's not to love?)
What's not to fall head over heel in love with?
If he ain't perfect, he's close enough.
What's not to love? (What's not to love?)
Who wouldn't be carried away, swept off their feet?
Hey, you tell me: what's not to love?
Yeah, you tell me: (Yeah, you tell me.)
What's not to love?
Oh, you tell me: (Yeah, you tell me.)

Written by Ronnie Scott and Steve Wolfe

It's a heartache,
Nothin' but a heartache:
Hits you when it's too late,
Hits you when you're down.

It's a fool's game,
Nothin' but a fool's game:
Standing in the cold rain,
Feeling like a clown.

It's a heartache,
Nothin' but a heartache:
Love him till your arms break,
Then he lets you down.

It ain't right with love to share,
When you find he doesn't care for you.
It ain't wise to need someone,
As much as I depended on you.

Ah, it's a heartache,
Nothin' but a heartache:
Hits you when it's too late,
Hits you when you're down.
Ah, nah, nah!

Instrumental Break.

Oh, it ain't right with love to share,
When you find he doesn't care for you.
It ain't wise to need someone,
As much as I depended on you.
Ooh.

Ah, it's a heartache,
Nothin' but a heartache:
Love him till your arms break,
Then he lets you down.

(Oh, it's a heartache,)
Oh, it's a fool's game,
(Nothin' but a heartache:)
Standing in the cold rain,
(Standing in the cold rain.)
Feelin' like a clown.

(It's a heartache,)
It's a heartache,
(Nothin' but a heartache:)
Love him till your arms break,
(Love him till your arms break.)
Ah, then he lets you down.

Written by Bryan Burns and Ira Dean

When I fall, I fall hard.
Sends shivers through my body, and I lay down my guard.
I'm pure devotion and sweet emotion.
I feel it all when I fall.

When I make love, well, I love strong.
I let go of everything till everything I have is gone.
It's endless passion, it's everlasting.
I feel it all when I fall.

If you don't feel the way I feel,
An' we can still be friends.
But after all that I've been through,
I can't go down that road again.

'Cause when I hurt, well, it runs deep,
An' it's more than just a broken heart or tears down my cheek.
I feel like dying; my soul is crying.
I feel it all when I fall.

Instrumental Break.
(Oh, when I fall.)

Oh, well I'm pure devotion and sweet emotion.
I feel it all when I fall. (I can feel it all.)
Baby, it's your call when I fall.

Written by Sherrie Austin, Will Rambeaux and Steve Williams

Well they say that opposites attract:
I can see it now as I look back.
You like Kenny G, I love Johnny Cash.
We'd bark an' hiss like dogs and cats.
But the thing that ticked me off the most,
Was how he beat his chest, brag an' boast,
Each time we had a difference of opinion.

Well, he liked the covers pulled down, an' I didn't.
He thought I should lose a few pounds, an' I didn't.
What fin'lly tore our love apart was a matter of religion:
He thought he was God an' I didn't.

Well, it was more than just a lover's spat,
In the civil war of the thermer stack.
He go on an' on like a maniac,
Goin' back an' forth and forth an' back.
I can see him now with his cocky smirk.
Shoulda known right then that it wouldn't work,
Standin' there, pushin' all my buttons.

Well, he liked the toilet seat up an' I didn't.
He thought I should be a C cup an' I didn't.
What fin'lly tore our love apart was a matter of religion:
He thought he was God an' I didn't.

He really thought he was the man,
Who held my world in his hand.
If he ever comes down from that cloud he's sittin' on:
Hallelujah, brothers and sisters, I'll be gone.

Instrumental Break.

What fin'lly tore our love apart was a matter of religion:
Yeah, he thought he was God,
He really liked himself a lot;
Yeah, he thought he was God an' I didn't.
Uh ha ha, hell, no!

Well, here we are halfway through the Trick Pony record,
An' I am standin' here right now with the legendary George Jones.
Now George, how do you like the record so far?

Well, I ain't even heard the dang thing yet.

Written by Daryl Burgess, Liz Hengber and Leanne Burgess

The day's finally here,
There's flowers everywhere.
The guests are waitin' with sweet anticipation.
As I look down the aisle,
The preacher stops an' smiles.
Church bells are ringin' an' the organ is playin'.
I'm so overcome that I could cry.
I'm so happy I'm not the bride.

She's such a pretty thing,
She don't know anythin':
Ain't gonna tell her that she's outta her mind.
The preacher asks the question:
No, I got no objection.
I do, I do; I want him out of my life.
Throw the rice an' let those white doves fly:
Oh, happy day: I'm not the bride.

Eat some more cake,
Throw the bouquet,
Pass the champagne, it's time to celebrate.
I'm gonna dance this night away,
Whoa, whoa, yeah.

Instrumental break.

The groom is gettin' loud,
His new wife starts to shout.
Oh, this is perfect, it can only get better.
They're fightin' in the car, off to a real good start.
His momma's cryin'. Aren't they lovely together?
They're drivin' away, we're wavin' goodbye.
Close call, relax, Amen, Hallelujah,
By the grace of God go I: I'm not the bride.
Well, I'm not the bride.

I'm free, I'm free, I'm free.
I'm not the bride.
Thank God!

Goodbye now.
Good luck girl.
You're gonna need it.
Ha, ha, ha.

Written by Bryan Burns and Mark Oliverius

I got a job on an assembly line.
I used to love them words: "Quttin' time".
I'd hit the door runnin', honey, straight to you,
But now there's nothin' left to go home to.

It's a sad city when the sun goes down.
Another heart's breakin' as the world goes round.
When that moon comes up, oh, these tears roll down.
It's a sad city when the sun goes down.
Yeah.

I'm all right by the light of day.
That sunlight seems to keep your mem'ry away.
Everything changes when the shadows fall.
I'm dyin' slowly by the clock on the wall.

'Cause it's a sad city when the sun goes down.
Another heart's breakin' as the world goes round.
When that moon comes up, oh, these tears roll down.
It's a sad city when the sun goes down.
Oh Yeah.

Instrumental Break.
(Ahh.)

It's a sad city when the sun goes down.
Another heart's breakin' as the world goes round.
When that moon comes up, oh, these tears roll down.
It's a sad city when the sun goes down.
It's a sad city when the sun goes down.

Sad city when the sun goes down.
Sad city, it's a sad, sad city.
Sad city when the sun goes down.
A sad city.
Sad, sad, sad, sad city.
Sad city when the sun goes down.

Written by Matraca Berg and S. Vaughn

The heat rises off of the highway.
My rear-view mirror's a blur.
You had me spinnin' in circles,
Like the dust devils dance in the dirt.
But I fin'lly came to my senses,
It's time I blew out of this place,
'Cause you'd stand in the middle of Texas,
An' tell me you needed some space.

You'd stand in the middle of Texas,
Oh, in the free an' the wide open range,
An' feel like you're hemmed in by fences,
An' lookin' for someone to blame.
Oh, there ain't no changin' you, darlin',
You're too dead set in your ways.
'Cause you'd stand in the middle of Texas,
An' tell me you needed some space.

Now you can breath just as deep as you want to:
You won't have to smell my perfume.
When you feel the need, you can call me,
Like the lonely wolf howls at the moon.
But this time, I won't come runnin':
It took me a long time to face,
That you'd stand in the middle of Texas,
An' tell me you needed some space.

You'd stand in the middle of Texas,
In the free an' the wide open range,
An' feel like you're hemmed in by fences,
An' lookin' for someone to blame.
Oh, there ain't no changin' you, darlin',
Well, you're too dead set in your ways.
'Cause you'd stand in the middle of Texas,
An' tell me you needed some space.

Oh, there ain't no changin' you, darlin',
Well, you're too damned set in your ways.
'Cause you'd stand in the middle of Texas,

Written by Henry, Joey and Ringo Garza

One two three, c'mon.

I got to say there's something on my mind.
I've liked the way you been for a long, long time.
You've got your mind set up on what you're gonna do. (What you're gonna do.)
Your Mamma didn't make no fool.

You're my little Señorita,
You got it going on.
Hey, hey, hey.
You're my little Señorita,
You got it going on.
Hey, hey, hey.

Listen up now:
My Mamma warned me 'bout a girl like you.
She said :" A girl like that's gonna break your heart in two."
"With sexy legs an' hair, : an ordinary one."
Stop right there, Mamma, 'cause you know that's what I want.

You're my little Señorita,
You got it going on.
Hey, hey, hey.
You're my little Señorita,
You got it going on.
Hey, hey, hey.

Instrumental Break.

You're my little Señorita,
You got it going on.
Hey, hey, hey.
You're my little Señorita,
You got it going on.
Hey, hey.
My little Señorita,
You got it going on.

Now George, I got one more question for you.
What do you think about country music today?

Oh, ho, ho, ha, ha.

C'mon, give it to me!

I love Trick Pony.

Written by Ira Dean and Anthony Smith

Here's a story 'bout the under-dog.
One dollar, five digits an a piebald.
A hundred million bucks ridin' on that ticket.
Here's what happens when a redneck hits it.
Kick it!.

He jumped up an' he tore off his Texaco shirt.
He didn't give a notice, just walked off work.
Ran straight to the bank to collect his money:
Says: "I'll take it in cash an' nothin' bigger than a twenty."

Now the kinfolks say: "Man, it don't make sense.
"He's still livin' with his Mamma but he won't pay rent.
"He got a high definition television in his trailer.
"He's rigs in the trunk for stealin' cable from his neighbour."
Oh yeah.

Well, he's hillbilly rich.
Hillbilly rich.
Just a poor boy livin' out in the sticks.
Well, look at him now, he's hillbilly rich.

Now the farmer scracthed his head an' said: "You must be kiddin'."
When his tractor's standin' still but the revs a-keep a-spinnin'.
He got the front end bouncin' from the air-suspension,
A few tees in the bags in case he once a-wants fishin'.

That's hillbilly rich.
Hillbilly rich.
Just a poor boy livin' out in the sticks.
Well, look at him now, man, he's hillbilly rich.

Instrumental Break.
(So, yeah.)

Well, he's hillbilly rich.
Hillbilly rich.
Just a poor boy livin' out in the sticks.
Well, look at him now, man he's hillbilly rich.

Hillbilly rich.
Hillbilly rich.
That boy's hillbilly rich.
Hillbilly.

Did I mention, dune dogs, shotguns, an' tree stands.
I wanna shoot something.

Written by Bret Michaels, Shane Minor and Jeffrey Steele

Well, he's been known to lose more than he wins.
He falls down just to get back up again.
The way he smiles: his face is weathered an' leathered an' lined:
You can tell he's learned to laugh through a lotta hard times.
He gets by without shovin'; a drifter and a dreamer.
He gets stoned on a roll your own: what you get is what you see here.

Once a cowboy, always a cowboy.
Between the blue sky an' unbroken ground.
He wears his freedom like a crown.
Let the whole world around him change,
That don't mean a thing:
Once a cowboy, always a cowboy.

She tries to tell him he's runnin' out of time,
Oh, but that ain't we you'd see if you were lookin' through his eyes.
He's still chasin' sunsets, still tryin' to find,
Something better than what he'd left behind.
She tries to love him but somehow she understands,
That it was over the moment it began.

Once a cowboy, always a cowboy.
Between the blue sky an' unbroken ground.
He wears his freedom like a crown.
Let the whole world around him change,
That don't mean a thing:
Once a cowboy, always a cowboy.

Instrumental Break.

He's been known to lose more than he wins.
He falls down just to get back up again.

Once a cowboy, always a cowboy.
Between the blue sky an' unbroken ground.
He wears his freedom like a crown.
Let the whole world around him change,
That don't mean a thing:
Once a cowboy, always a cowboy.
yeah,
Let the whole world around him change,
Oh, yeah.
Oh, oh, oh.

Written by Billy Dean and Jeffrey Steele

Well, you'd think that I was happy,
By the smile on my face.
But the second someone speaks your name.

Well, like a baby, I cry, cry, cry, all night long,
Down, down, down in the bottom of a bottle.
Oh, you oughta be a ashamed,
You left a good man in a bad way.
You left a good man in a bad way.

Instrumental Break.

The old red Nissan truck,
I guess it ain't so rare,
'Cause since you left me,
Man, I been seein' 'em everywhere.
I called up my DJ;
I made my request.
I said: "Please, please, don't you play that song,
"'Cause my baby's gone an' every time that song's on,

"I cry, cry, cry, all night long,
"Down, down, down in the bottom of a bottle."
Oh, you oughta be a ashamed,
You left a good man in a bad way.
You left a good man in a bad way.

Instrumental Break.

All alone an' walkin' in a daze,
Thinkin' that your heart would never break.
Well, baby, just you wait.

Like a baby, you'll cry, cry, cry, all night long,
Down, down, down in the bottom of a bottle.
Oh, you oughta be a ashamed,
You left a good man in a bad way.
You left a good man in a bad way.
You left a good man in a bad way.
You left a good man in a bad way.

Hey!

Kick it!

He's a jeans an' tee-shirt guy.
Doesn't own a suit an' tie.
He don't impress my Dad:
He ain't all that bad.
He's the kind that's hard to catch,
Lives his life out on the edge.
Yeah, he's a little bit wild,
But he knows how to make me smile.

I can live with that;
Spend my whole life with him.
If I only ever get one chance,
Well, I guess you better count me in.
Say I never make ninety-nine,
Tell me that the world is flat.
Just as long as that man is mine,
Hey, I can live with that.

A little house, a piece of ground;
A two room flat right down town.
Hey, I don;'t care,
I'll go anywhere.
Indianna to LA,
Oklahoma'd be ok.
Wherever he might be,
Hey, that'll work for me.

I can live with that;
Spend my whole life with him.
If I only ever get one chance,
Well, I guess you better count me in.
Say I never make ninety-nine,
Tell me that the world is flat.
Just as long as that man is mine,
Hey, I can live with that.

Instrumental Break.

He's my destiny, the only love I'll ever need.
You know I'll be satisfied, oh, till the day I die.

I can live with that;
Spend my whole life with him.
If I only ever get one chance,
Well, I guess you better count me in.
Say I never make ninety-nine,
Tell me that the world is flat.
Just as long as that man is mine,
Hey, I can live with that.

Instrumental Break.
(Oh, oh, yeah.)

(She can live with that;)
(Spend her whole life with him.)
Oh I can live with that.

(She can spoend her life with him.)
Oh, I can live with that.

(She can live with that;)
(Spend her whole life with him.)

Written by Todd Wolsey and Johnson

She used to play poker, late into the night with old friends.
She drank Jack Daniels on the rocks, but never got drunk.
She stood at that kitchen sink, singin' those great old country songs.
She didn't think anyone was home: man she could really sing.
She laughed loud;
She laughed deep down in her soul.
Her rich blue eyes told us of her heartaches an' pain,
But mostly they shared with us the good times:
The times of peace an' unfiltered happiness.

See traditions run deep around here,
Like the deep red wine grows an' flows all through the valley.
Sometimes, they're all we've got to hold on to.
But now she's gone an' she's never comin' back.
An' I'm here;
I'm here an' not a day goes by that I don't miss Maryann.

Oh Lord, take away the pain;
Oh Lord, take away the pain.
These tears I've cried, they fall like rain.
Oh Lord, take away the pain.

Pull me in, Lord, into your arms;
Hold me tight, hold me tight.
Don't let me go till the morning dawns.
Don't say goodnight, don't say goodnight.

Oh Lord, take away the pain;
Oh Lord, take away the pain.
These tears I've cried, they fall like rain.
Oh Lord, take away the pain.

Instrumental Break.

She said: "Don't be sad I'm leavin' you.
"It's all right, it feels all right.
"'Cause here He comes, I'll be home soon.
"I see the Light, I see the Light."

Oh Lord, take away the pain;
Oh Lord, take away the pain.
These tears I've cried, they fall like rain.
Oh Lord, take away the pain.

Oh Lord, take away the pain;
Oh Lord, take away the pain.
These tears I've cried, they fall like rain.