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Vince Gill
Vince Gill


Background information
Birth name Vincent Grant Gill
Born April 12, 1957
Origin Norman, Oklahoma, U.S.
Genre(s) Country
Bluegrass
Blue-eyed soul
Country Pop
Years active 1979—present
Label(s) RCA Records
Universal
MCA Records
Associated acts Emmylou Harris
Dolly Parton
Ricky Skaggs
Rodney Crowell
The Notorious Cherry Bombs
Amy Grant
Pure Prairie League
Website Website



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Vince Gill Album



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Things are changing in the modern world
it makes it kinda crazy for a boy and girl
an awful lot of noise on the radio
it really don't rock; it really don't roll
Well a kid'll come 'round make the young girls swoon
they'll all put his picture in their pink bedrooms
all hail the brand new king
everybody's ready for the next big thing
chorus:
big cigars
diamond rings
ridin' all around in a limousine
when you finally hit the top man you know what that means
everybody's ready for the next big thing
for a little while you can do no wrong
well live it up son cause it don't last long
there's always somebody waitin' in the wings
thinkin' they're gonna be the next big thing
chorus
I'll get a cowboy hat
some real tight jeans
lose a little weight and get a belly button ring
you'd better stand back I'm a lean machine
baby I'm gonna be the next big thing
chorus

. . .


I saw an old lover
Today on the street
She said do you remember
How we used to be
On fire with that passion
We'd burn down those nights
No I haven't forgotten
How we used to fight
I finally got married
Settled on down
Yeah she's a preachers daughter
In a sleepy little town
She'd make you laugh
Since we said goodbye
No she aint that funny
But she never makes me cry
she never makes me cry like you used to
Theres nothing about her that reminds me of you
I promise I dont see your face when I look in her eyes
And she never makes me cry
Does she makes you beg
for her love in the night
no she aint that selfish
And she never makes me cry
she never makes me cry like you used to
Theres nothing about her that reminds me of you
I promise I dont see your face when I look in her eyes
she never makes me wonder when she's coming home
There's something about her like I've never known
It's been nice to see you but now i must say goodbye
she never makes me cry
she never makes me cry
no no

. . .


(Vince Gill / Al Anderson)

There's nothin' like the feelin'
When you finally find someone
You're wastin' your time
Thinkin' the whole thing through
If you take her for granted
Man, it's gonna come undone
Don't wait another minute
'Cause she's in love with you.

Chorus:
Don't let her get away.
Don't let her get away.
Don't let her get away.

Well, every gun town would love
To be in your shoes
They've never seen a woman
Ever look so fine
They're all waitin' for the chance
To walk all over you
Son I'd have to tell
I'd be the first in line.

Chorus:
Don't let her get away.
Don't let her get away.
Don't let her get away.

Any fool can see you've got it made
A love like this don't come around everyday.

Chorus:
Don't let her get away.
Don't let her get away.
Don't let her get away.

Chorus:
Don't let her get away.
Don't let her get away.
Don't let her get away.

Chorus:
Don't let her get away.
Don't let her get away.
Don't let her get away.

Don't let her get away...

. . .


I wipe a tear away
As I give up this day
Wondering if I'll ever find someone
And when I close my eyes and dream
These are the words I'm whispering
Someday love will come

I won't have a doubt
My head up in the clouds
Certain as the morning sun
I will always believe
There's somebody just for me
Someday love will come

Someday
After all these nights of waiting
Someday
I'll find a chance worth taking
Saving me from waking up alone
My heart will find a home
Someday

She'll be so beautiful
The sweetest miracle
Someday love will come

Someday
After all these nights of waiting
Someday
I'll find a chance worth taking
Saving me from waking up alone
My heart will find the home
Someday

And when I close my eyes and dream
These are the words I'm whispering
Someday love will come

Someday love will come

. . .


(Vince Gill / Pete Wasner)

Baby, let's just say farewell
Baby, let's just both give in
No, it's not too hard to tell
The walls are closin' in.

Oh, it's time to say goodbye
And put this in the past
Even though I know we tried
To save the best for last.

Chorus:
I guess nothin' stays the same
Still the memories remain
We need all the sweet forgiveness we can find
There's a sadness in the wind
Oh, I wish you well my friend
Only time will mend these broken hearts again.

I don't know what's left to say
I don't know where we went wrong
When I watch you walk away
I'll miss you when you're gone.

Baby, shed a tear for me
And I'll she da tear for you
Oh, let's set this heartache free
And in time we'll make it through, well.

Chorus:
I guess nothin' stays the same
Still the memories remain
We need all the sweet forgiveness we can find
There's a sadness in the wind
Oh, I wish you well my friend
Only time will mend these broken hearts again.

There's a sadness in the wind
Oh, I wish you well my friend
Only time will mend these broken hearts again...

. . .


We closed down the Border Cantina
And drank margaritas till dawn
You were my sweet senorita
And I was your handsome Don Jaun.

We danced like there was no tomorrow
We laughed and we lived and we loved
That moment in time that we borrowed
Never did last long enough.

Chorus:
Yeah, we had it all going our way for a little while
We had it all right in the palm of our hands
We had it all going our way for a little while
Oh, how I wish we could go back there again.

We thought we were too young to marry
Slowly we drifted apart
Well baby, I miss you like crazy
Those memories still burn in my heart.

Oh, let's find a way to rekindle
That flame that burned long ago
These days just can't hold a candle
To those sweet nights in old Mexico.

Chorus:
Yeah, we had it all going our way for a little while
We had it all right in the palm of our hands
We had it all going our way for a little while
Oh, how I wish we could go back there again.

Chorus:
Yeah, we had it all going our way for a little while
We had it all right in the palm of our hands
We had it all going our way for a little while
Oh, how I wish we could go back there again.

Yeah, we had it all going our way for a little while
Oh, how I wish we could go back there again.
Oh, how I wish we could go back there again...

. . .


You wake up one morning and it's passed you by.
You don't know when and you don't know why.
You feel like an old memory hangin' round.
And man, you've gotta face it, it's a young man's town.

You knew this day was comin' all along.
So why bitch and moan and say they done you wrong?
Just teach 'em what you know an' pass it on down,
'Cause man, you gotta face it, it's a young man's town.

Chorus:
It's a young man's town,
Full of young man's dreams.
And all God's children
Gotta learn to spread their wings.

Sometimes you gotta stand back,
And watch 'em burn it to the ground,
Even though you built it,
It's a young man's town.

You always seem to be the last to know.
Man, that's just the way that the story goes.
There's nothin' you can do when the fields have turned brown.
Man, you gotta face it, it's a young man's town.

Chorus:
It's a young man's town,
Full of young man's dreams.
And all God's children
Gotta learn to spread their wings.

Sometimes you gotta stand back,
And watch 'em burn it to the ground,
Even though you built it,
It's a young man's town.

Sometimes you gotta stand back,
And watch 'em burn it to the ground.
Even though you built it,
It's a young man's town...

. . .


No man ever sounded so lonesome
No man ever made you feel such pain
Lord, it must have been a real mean bottle
That made you sing that way.

The stories you told about prison
About a young man gone astray
Lord, it must have been a real mean bottle
That made you write the songs that way.

Chorus:
A real mean bottle
Poured straight from the devil
It's a miracle you're standin' here today
A real mean bottle
Made you such a rebel
It must have been a real mean bottle
Made you sing that way.

You spent most all your life with strangers
With a ramblin' fever in your veins
Hag, it must have been a real mean bottle
That made you play the blues that way.

Chorus:
A real mean bottle
Poured straight from the devil
It's a miracle you're standin' here today
A real mean bottle
Made you such a rebel
It must have been a real mean bottle
Made you sing that way.

A real mean bottle
Poured straight from the devil
It must have been a real mean bottle
Made you sing that way...

. . .


(Vince Gill / Dean Dillon)

My dad was a man
With two hard workin' hands
He always took time out for me
Well, I'd come home from school
Load up that canoe
He'd say, "What's the bet gonna be?"

Chorus:
We'd float that boat down old Whippoorwill River
Catch us a big one or two
Well, he taught me about life
And its simple pleasures
And whatever else that he knew.

Then I met a girl
With a head full of curls
A pure and innocent heart
Oh, I knew she was the one
And when weekends would come
Wild horses couldn't keep us apart.

Chorus:
We'd run those ponies down Whippoorwill River
And I'd steal a sweet kiss or two
She taught me about love
And its simple pleasures
And whatever else that she knew.

Well, I married that girl
And we have a song
And he looks like my daddy used to
Oh, his mom and I
Always find time
To do things that he likes to do.

Chorus:
Well, he loves to go fishing on Whippoorwill River
And ride in his grandad's canoe
We teach hima bout life
And its simple pleasures
And pass down a memory or two.

Yeah, he loves to go fishing on Whippoorwill River
And catch him a big one or two
He's learning about life
And its simple pleasures
And making a memory or two.

Ooh...

. . .


Well, it ain't hard to see you've got the blues
Come hold on to me, and I'll comfort you
A pretty little angel with a heavy heart
Well, tryin' to carry on is the hardest part.

Chorus:
Love will fool ya, it'll do you wrong
Shout hallelujah when the clouds are gone
'Cause you know pretty baby, the sun's gonna shine on you
The sun's gonna shine on you.

I miss that little sparkle on your face
That pretty little smile that has been replaced
Have a little faith, baby just be still
'Cause things are gonna be just the way they will.

Chorus:
Love will fool ya, it'll do you wrong
Shout hallelujah when the clouds are gone
'Cause you know pretty baby, when you ain't lookin'
The sun's gonna shine on you.
The sun's gonna shine on you.

Chorus:
Love will fool ya, it'll do you wrong
Shout hallelujah when the clouds are gone
'Cause you know pretty baby, when you ain't lookin'
And you ain't ready, the sun's gonna shine on you
The sun's gonna shine on you...

. . .


(Vince Gill / Al Anderson / John Hobbs)

Oh, I'm drawn to you
Like a burnin' flame
But somebody's waitin'
That bears my name
Oh, Lord knows I'd love to love you
'Cause you know I'm just a man
But I can't
Not from where I stand.

You see I made a promise
When I put on that rign
And I plan to kep it, babe
It's a sacred thing
Well, heaven knows I'm tempted
I hope you understand
That I can't
Not from where I stand.

Chorus:
Oh, from where I stand
There's a golden band
And I swear I couldn't stand
To lose it all
So, I better run
While I still can
'Cause I can't, babe
Not from where I stand.

Chorus:
Oh, from where I stand
There's a golden band
And I swear I couldn't stand
To lose it all
So, I better run
While I still can
'Cause I can't, babe
Not from where I stand.

No I can't, not from where I stand
Yeah, not from where I stand...

. . .


(Vince Gill / Reed Nielson)

Why don't you come clean, baby
I know what you're goin' through
You must think I'm some kind of crazy
Well, honey I'm just worried 'bout you.

You look so much like your mama
And I'm sorry for you that she's gone
And if she was here she sould tell ya
Don't lose sight of what's right or what's wrong.

Chorus:
'Cause you ain't foolin' nobody
'Cause baby, teh talk gets around
You ain't foolin' nobody
'Cause you're lovin' in this one horse town.

Well, I hope your conscience is listening
When you're out runnin' at night
All it takes is one bad decision
To haunt you the rest of your life.

Chorus:
'Cause you ain't foolin' nobody
'Cause baby, teh talk gets around
You ain't foolin' nobody
'Cause you're lovin' in this one horse town.

Chorus:
'Cause you ain't foolin' nobody
'Cause baby, teh talk gets around
You ain't foolin' nobody
'Cause you're lovin' in this one horse town...

. . .


(Vince Gill / Leslie Satcher)

I wanna hear an old time fiddle
Play an old time fiddle song
I might even drink just a little
If you play Little Jolie Blon
If you're lookin' or me
I'm liable to be
In the middle of the ol' dance floor
I wanna hear an old time fiddle
Like you never get to hear anymore.

First Chorus:
I wanna throw down on a hoe down
Hanging with the people I know
Hear the sweet sound
Of a breakdown
When you put a little rosin on the bow
Y'all come on over when the sun goes down
Bang on the ol' screen door
I wanna hear an old time fiddle
Like you never get to hear anymore.

I miss ol' Herman Stover
Playin' Listen To The Mockingbird
It was Piedmont, Oklahoma
It was the sweetest sound I ever heard
Skinny ol' man in a cowboy band
You could barely get the people in the door
I wanna hear an old time fiddle
Like you never get to hear anymore.

Second Chorus:
I wanna throw down on a hoe down
Hanging with the people I know
Hear the sweet sound
Of a breakdown
When you put a little rosin on the bow
Play diggy diggy li
Diggy diggy lo
The a little Cotten-Eyed Joe
I wanna hear an old time fiddle
Like you never get to hear anymore.

First chorus:
Y'all come on over when the sun goes down
Bang on the ol' screen door
I wanna hear an old time fiddle
Like you never get to hear anymore...

. . .


Everyt ime I look into the mirror
I swear that I don't see the things you do
You say it couldn't be any clearer
And all I can see is me without you.

Chorus:
Without you trying to change me
With you trying to take me
And turn me into someone you once knew
Without you trying to make me
Without you trying to break me
All I can see is me without you.

When you slipped that little ring around my finger
you smiled and said your wilder days are through
Well, I've got a real bad case of rambling fever
And all I can see is me without you.

Chorus:
Without you trying to change me
With you trying to take me
And turn me into someone you once knew
Without you trying to make me
Without you trying to break me
All I can see is me without you.

Chorus:
Without you trying to change me
With you trying to take me
And turn me into someone you once knew
Without you trying to make me
Without you trying to break me
All I can see is me without you.

All I can see is me without you...

. . .


(Vince Gill / Leslie Satcher)

There's a man drinkin' whiskey in a barroom
He's nursin' a broken heart
There's a woman at a table
With her own brand of misery
Cryin' in the dark.

Chorus:
Will two hearts make on tonight
Will somebody lost fond someone who's lost
Will strangers info comfort
In the cold neon light
Will two hearts make one tonight.

Oh, there's just a waitress between them
They're so close to finding their dreams
They're just one dance away
From easing the pain
Of coming apart at the seams.

Chorus:
Will two hearts make on tonight
Will somebody lost fond someone who's lost
Will strangers info comfort
In the cold neon light
Will two hearts make one tonight.

Chorus:
Will two hearts make on tonight
Will somebody lost fond someone who's lost
Will strangers info comfort
In the cold neon light
Will two hearts make one tonight.

Will two hears make one tonight...

. . .


This old guitar and me
And the things that we've been through
C.F. Martin built him
Back in nineteen fourty-two.

I remember when we met
I was only seventeen
I spent all my college money
On a half a dozen strings.

I thought my folks would kill me
I found out I was wrong
They said your future's written on your face
When you sing those travelin' songs.

So we headed for Kentucky
With a suitcase full of dreams
My rough-out books, a few t-shirts
A worn out pair of jeans.

Ooh.

This old guitar and me
We spent a lot of nights alone
Well, sometimes we'd get lucky
And take bar maid home.

One night stands for breakfast
Two strangers with the blues
We'd wake up in the morning
And both feel a little used.

Well, home was just a highway
We'd roam from town to town
Just me and that old flattop
Not caring where we're bound.

>From Maine to California
With a five piece travelin' band
Singin' songs about the hard times
That face the common man.

Ooh.

This old guitar and me
Lord, we did the best we could
One was born a sinner
And one a piece of wood.

God sent a wooden angel
To guide me on my way
We were meant to be together
Until my dyin' day.

Well, now my dearest old companion
Lies underneath my bed
Well, our travelin' days are over
Man, but the memories fill my head.

Well, I've settled with my family
Here in the hills of Tennessee
To teach my children's children
'Bout this old guitar and me.

Ooh...

. . .


In these last few days, you've been on my mind.
An' we should get together an' talk about old times.
An' put the past behind us before life slips away.
I been thinkin' 'bout you in these last few days.

In these last few days, I have felt my age.
I wish that I was younger, but time has turned the page.
I sure miss the water and the rhythm of the waves.
I've been feelin' fragile in these last few days.

But I have been a father, a husband and a son.
Lookin' back is bitter sweet now that my race has run.
I've tried to be a witness from the cradle to the grave.
Time has felt so precious in these last few days.

Instrumental break.

In these last few days, I have seen the light.
And I'll be waitin' for you on the other side.
My old friend, I love you: that's really all there's left to say.
Lay down here beside me in these last few days.

My old friend, I'll miss you, but I'm trying to be brave.
Lay down here beside me in these last few days.

. . .


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