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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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(Rosanne Cash - Vince Gill)

You were like a lost kid looking for home
You found what you wanted right in my arms
If you walk out on me just leave your memory
Take my sympathy and go, I love you so you're never alone.

So if you find another woman turns your head
And you can't understand why it hurts so bad
If you walk out on me just leave your memory
Take my sympathy and go, I love you so you're never alone.

There ain't no need to talk about it
I can learn to live without it
Just leave your heart right here with me.

--- Instrumental ---

If you walk out on me just leave your memory
Take my sympathy and go
If you walk out on me just leave your memory
Take my sympathy and go, I love you so you're never alone.

No you're never alone.
No you're never alone.
No you're never alone...

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(Guy Clark - Vince Gill)

When the storms of the day have all blown away
Along with fair weather friends
There's a place I can go where the wind doesn't blow
It's the best place I've ever been.

You're a sight for sore eyes
When I need a friend
You're a sight for sore eyes
Let the healing begin.

When the chips are all down and there's no one around
To count on like I count on you
I just picture your face and I let it erase
All the pain I'm going through.

You're a sight for sore eyes
When I need a friend
You're a sight for sore eyes
Let the healing begin.

Oh, when I get lost
And I can't find my way
And there's nowhere to turn
At the end of the day.

You're a sight for sore eyes
When I need a friend
You're a sight for sore eyes
Let the healing begin.

You're a sight for sore eyes
Let the healing begin...

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(Vince Gill)

Oh girl, you know where to find me
Oh girl, you know where I'll be
I'll be waitin' at the end of your line
'Cause baby, I've got nothing but time.
Oh girl, you know where to find me.

It was love at first glance
I asked you may I have this dance
You said you would
I froze right where I stood

I come here every night
oh there's nobody special in my life
So if you think you'd like to find
Someone to hold you some night.

Oh girl you know where to find me
Oh girl, you know where I'll be
I'll be waitin' at the end of your line
'Cause baby, I've got nothing but time.
Oh girl, you know where to find me.

--- Instrumental ---

Oh girl, you know where to find me
Oh girl, you know where I'll be
I'll be waitin' at the end of your line
'Cause baby, I've got nothing but time.
Oh girl, you know where to find me...

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(Tim DuBois - Vince Gill)
Vince Gill & Reba McEntire

There's a redhead from my hometown
That loves to let her hair down
She tears my heart out when she starts to sing
She's from the right side of Red River
And she's pretty as a picture
Don't you know she's this ole cowboy's dream.

Oh, there's a boy from Okie City
And I sure think he's pretty
But I know he's trying to steal my heart away
Oh, my mama tried to warn me
He's done time in California
But he'll be an Okie till his dyin' day.

There's a dance we do in Oklahoma
A dance like you've never seen
Sit back and we're gonna show ya
How to do that Oklahoma swing.

--- Instrumental ---

Well, when two Okies get together
Man there's nothin' they like better
Than to hold each other on a sawdust floor
Oh, I love it when we're swayin'
To those sweet twin fiddles playin'
Come on boy what are we waitin' for.

There's a dance we do in Oklahoma
A dance like you've never seen
Sit back and we're gonna show ya
How to do that Oklahoma swing.

Yeah, there's a dance we do in Oklahoma
A dance like you've never seen
Sit back and we're gonna show ya
How to do that Oklahoma swing.

Yeah, how to do that Oklahoma swing.

--- Instrumental ---

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I rushed home from work like I always do.
I spent my whole day just thinking of you.
When I walked through the front door, my whole life was changed
Cause nobody answered when I called your name.

A note on the table that told me goodbye
Said you'd grown weary of living a lie.
Oh, your love has ended, but mine still remains;
But nobody answers when I call your name.

Oh, the lonely sound of my voice calling
Is driving me insane.
And just like rain, the tears keep falling;
But nobody answers when I call your name.

Oh, the lonely sound of my voice calling
Is driving me insane.
And just like rain, the tears keep falling;
But nobody answers when I call your name.
Oh, nobody answers when I call your name.

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(Vince Gill - Kostas Lazarides)

Driving all night too many miles to go
Pedal to the metal listenin' to the radio
I got three days to get from Cheyenne to San Antone
That's the life of a cowboy ridin' the rodeo.

Well, my back side's sore and I'm movin' kinda slow
But when I hit Okie City there's a barrel racer that I know
Just a little home cookin' and some lovin' to heal my bones
That's the life of a cowboy ridin' the rodeo.

Ride cowboy ride, hold on for your life
Eight seconds is a long, long time when you're sittin' on dynamite
You can't make money buddy if get thrown
That's the life of a cowboy ridin' the rodeo.

--- Instrumental ---

Well, I might get lucky down in ol' San Antone
Find a little Texas girl I could call my own
That lone star lovin's the best I've ever known
That's the life of a cowboy ridin' the rodeo.

Ride cowboy ride, hold on for your life
Eight seconds is a long, long time when you're sittin' on dynamite
You can't make money buddy if get thrown
That's the life of a cowboy ridin' the rodeo.

Yeah, that's the life of a cowboy ridin' the rodeo...

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No other lover ever really cared
When I've reached out for you you've always been there
Now I'm so far away and baby I'm scared
I never knew lonely 'til you.

You are my rock and the strength I need
To keep me sane in this life that I lead
Now I'm not with you and my broken heart bleeds
I never knew lonely 'til you.

Never knew lonely could be so blue
Never knew lonely could tear you in two
Never loved someone like I love you
I never knew lonely 'til you.

--- Instrumental ---

I can't make up for the times I've been gone
But I'll prove I love you in the words of this song
Back in your arms girl it's where I belong
I never knew lonely 'til you.

Never knew lonely could be so blue
Never knew lonely could tear you in two
Never loved someone like I love you
I never knew lonely 'til you.

Never loved someone like I love you
I never knew lonely 'til you...

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(Greg Trooper)

We won't dance no more
We won't shine out on the floor
We won't sway the band
Won't play, we won't dance.

I kid you not we were hot
When the weekend came we'd dance non-stop
No jitterbug no substitute
No twist and turn no crash and burn could top us two.

We won't dance no more
We won't shine out on the floor
We won't sway the band
Won't play, we won't dance.

As I dipped you down in your yellow dress
We'd brush the floor in a slow caress
As minutes turned to a rising sun
We'd leave the day to rest our dancing done.

We won't dance no more
We won't shine out on the floor
We won't sway the band
Won't play, we won't dance.

--- Instrumental ---

If I were God and controlled what is
I'd steal your shoes so you couldn't dance with his
Well I'm not all that I could be
But you'll never dance with him the way you danced with me.

We won't dance no more
We won't shine out on the floor
We won't sway the band
Won't play, we won't dance.

Well, I'm not all that I could be
But you'll never dance with him the way you danced with me.

Well, we won't dance no more
We won't shine out on the floor
We won't sway the band
Won't play, we won't dance...

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(Don Cook - John Jarvis)

Today at work I overheard a name
I knew it wasn't yours but it touched me just the same
It felt so good to have you in my mind
I guess I'm the sentimental kind.

Oh, I wonder who you became
Did you change the world or play the game
We came so close to love back then
We could have been.

You were so brave when I was shy
I made you laugh when, somethin' made you cry
And I don't think we ever said goodbye
Now I'll always wonder why.

Oh, I wonder who you became
Did you change the world or play the game
We came so close to love back then
We could have been.

A time or two I thought about calling
But something always gets in the way
Maybe I'm afraid you'd really answer
What would I say to you?

Oh, I wonder who you became
Did you change the world or play the game
We came so close to love back then
We could have been.

We could have been...

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(Guy Clark)

She could dance that slow Uvalde shuffle to some cowboy hustle
How she made them trophy buckles shine shine shine
Wild eyed and Mexican silvered trickin' dumb ol' cousin Willard
Into thinkin that he's got her this time.

Hill country honky tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.

She's a rawhide rope and velvet mixture walkin' talkin' Texas texture
High-timin' barroom fixture kind of a girl
She's the queen of the cowboys look at old Willard grinnin' now boys
You'd of thought there's less fools in this world.

Hill country honky tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.

--- Instrumental ---

So good luck Willard, here's to you
And here's to Rita
And I hope she'll do ya right all night
Lord, I wish I was the fool in your jeans.

Hill country honky tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you.

Hill country honky tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you
Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Ain't a cowboy in Texas would not ride a bull for you...

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