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(Monty Powell/Jules Medders)
When I was young and just a boy
I Had myself a dream
I'd get a horse and ride the range
With Roy and Gene
We'd save the girl in the nick of time
And have the fastest guns
Sing a song while the credits rolled
And disappear into the setting sun
I didn't want to play football
Or be a business man
All I ever really wanted to do
Was play in a cowboy band
So give me a guitar
And some shined up boots
And I'll show you where I stand
Somewhere out on the Navajo trail
(Somewhere out on the stage tonight)
Playin' in a cowboy band
When I was nine I stood in line
To see Merle and The Strangers play
But when the show was over
And the lights went down
I climbed up on that stage
I looked at all that I would play
And they'd be dancin' in the aisles
So give me a guitar
And some shined up boots
And I'll show you where I stand
Somewhere out on the Navajo trail
(Somewhere out on the stage tonight)
Playin' in a cowboy band
Yea, I just might be in your hometown tonight
But I'll be playin' in a cowboy band...
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(Tim Mensy/Tony Haselden)
We came here to get away
Hopin' paradise could save our love
Breathe some life back into us
But it's 98 degrees and still
I can't seem to shake this chill inside
There's a distance in your eyes
I tried
To wake old feeling 'neath the moon and stars
If I could
I would send a post card to your heart.
Wish you were here
We're lying face to face
Wish you were here
You'd really love this place
Wish you were here
We've come all this way and left you behind
Heart, without you love is blind
Wish you were here.
For love's sake you try to smile
But your heart's a million miles away
Oh, and mine's about to break
But I won't give up 'cause I believe
Love is still alive in me and you
Together we can pull it through
Let go
We can leave our doubts here in the dark
Hold on
We will send this message to your heart.
Wish you were here
We're lying face to face
Wish you were here
You'd really love this place
Wish you were here
We've come all this way and left you behind
Heart, without you love is blind
Wish you were here.
Wish you were here.
Wish you were here.
Wish you were here.
Wish you were here....
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(Billy Dean/David Gates)
I can't say I don't love her
Still I can't pretend
My heart is torn just knowing that
I'm losing my best friend
If it's easier said than done
Then someone tell me why
Though I try
I can't find the words to say goodbye
I can tell her that I'm sorry
And hope she'll understand
And she'll have to do with someone else
All that we had planned
I'd rather her hear the truth
Than hurt her with a lie
So I try
I can't find the words to say goodbye
I know I have to go
There's no other way
But goodbye is not what I
Can bring myself to say
I tell her "see you later"
but then I might be wrong
This voice inside is driving me
To find where I belong
I know I must leave her now
Everytime I try
I can't find the words to say goodbye
Don't know why
I can't find the words to say goodbye
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(Guy Clark/Verlon Thompson)
The only diffrence between men and boys
Is the size of their feet and the price of their toys
Always horsin' around makin' too much noise
Ain't it funny how men'll be boys?
Sneakin' out of the house tryin' to have a little fun
Lookin' for somethin' that he ain't done
Look what the cat dragged in at the break of dawn
He ain't passed out he's campin' on the lawn.
The only diffrence between men and boys
Is the size of their feet and the price of their toys
Always horsin' around makin' too much noise
Ain't it funny how men'll be boys?
--- Instrumental ---
One more
Kickin' tire round the pick up truck
Drinkin' been and just cuttin' up
Smokin' and jokin' out behind the shed
Cussin' a blue streak till the girls turn red.
The only diffrence between men and boys
Is the size of their feet and the price of their toys
Always horsin' around makin' too much noise
Ain't it funny how men'll be boys?
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Yes sir
You can spend a lifetime growin' up
You can spend a lifetime in a rut
When it comes a time to make a choice
Most men would just as soon be boys.
The only diffrence between men and boys
Is the size of their feet and the price of their toys
Always horsin' around makin' too much noise
Ain't it funny how men'll be boys?
Horsin' around makin' too much noise
Ain't it funny how men'll be boys?
Yep
Aww Yeah...
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(Suzi Ragsdale)
She gets the house and garden
He takes the boat and the car
Both their hearts have hardened
To the way things are
They're not quite sure what happened
Didn't see it slip away
There wasn't any big problem
They just forgot to pay attention.
It happens all too often
Loves dies in vain
We drive the nails in the coffin
And just bury the blame
So many excuses
We'll say it's hard to explain
When the simple truth is
We just didn't pay attention.
It's harder than it seems
So many things get in the way
But when you think of what you stand to lose
It not such a high price to pay
Attention
Just pay attention...
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(Billy Dean/John Jarvis)
She put away her rings, gathered up her things
Dusted off her wings and said goodbye
She left without a care, left the walls so bare
With more than my fair shre of tears to cry.
Way down deep I'm wondering
What on earth went wrong
My world's not returning
So I must move on.
Starting over again
New set of silverware, new set of friends
It's hard as hell if you don't know where to begin
Starting over again.
Down at the grocery, lots of folds like me
Buy one, get one free, but it's all in vain
The only thing on sale is day old bread gone stale
And broken hearts that fail to play the game.
Round and round in circles
It's an up hill climb
Step by step I'm learning
One day at a time.
Starting over again
New set of silverware, new set of friends
It's hard as hell if you don't know where to begin
Starting over again.
Damage that's been done, it's time to rise above
I've got to look ahead for the sake of love.
Everybody's doing it, it must be some new rend
Starting over again
Starting over, again, again, over again...
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(Guy Clark/Verlon Thompson)
I rolled off the Frisco mint in 1909
The last one they ever made, you should've seen me shine
When I landed on the counter they gave me to a kid
Making change for a jaw breaker was the first thing that I did
I got traded for a pocket knife, two marbles and some string
Wound up on a railroad track waiting for a train
Snatched up by a hobo and turned right into wine
Pitched up against the wall at least a thousand times
Round and round a penny goes
Round and back again
Listen and I'll tell you
The places that I've been
I was stolen from a banker by Pretty Boy Floyd and then
He gave me to a farmer who was trying to save his land
I was good luck to a soldier back in WWII
He lost me in a poker game the day the war was through
I got stuck behind the back seat of a '51 Chevrolet
Spare change in the sixties, getting worthless every day
Not it's piggy banks and gum machines
And occasional wishing wells
Or laying on a bar room floor
As far and wide
So both of us can dare
A promise I will love and bide
That's all I have to share
A chance to sail among the stars
That few will ever see
To feel the deepest missing you
That most think cannot be
A heart that beats for only one
and loves you fast and true
A promise I will love and bide
That's all I have for you
These things I have to give to you
Their value isn't much
Just things that you can barely see
And rearely ever touch
A hand to hold when we're alone
And no one seems to care
A gentle touch to reassure
And tell you I'm still there
To try my best to reminisce
Our dreams that all come true
A promise I will love and bide
That's all I have for you
My promise I will love and bide
This I give to you...
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(Steven Curtis Chapman)
Tomorrow morning if you wake up
And the sun does not appear
I will be here here
If in the dark we lose sight of love
Hold my hand and have no fear
Cause I will be here.
I will be here when you feel like being quiet
WHen you need to speak your mind I will listen
And I will be here
When the laughter turns to crying
Through the winning losing and trying
We'll be together
Cause I will be here.
Tomorrow morning if you wake
And the future is unclear
I will be here
As sure as seasons are made for change
Our lifetimes are made for years
So I will be here.
I will be here and you can cry on my shoulder
When the mirror tells us we're older
I will hold you
And I will be here to watch you grow in beauty
And tell you all the things you are to me
I will be here.
I will be true to the promise I have made
To you and to the one who gave you to me...
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(John Durrill/Snuf Carret)
Memories and drinks don't mix to well
Jukebox records dont' play those wedding bells
Looking at the world throught the bottom of a glass
All I see is a man who's fading fast.
Tonight I'l lneed that woman again
What I'd give for my baby to just walk in
To sit down beside me and say it's alright
And take me home and make sweet love to me tonight.
But here I am again mixing misery and gin
Sittin' with all my friends and talking to myself
I look like I'm having a good time
But any fool can tell that this honky-tonk heaven
Really makes you feel like hell.
I light a lonely woman's cigarette
And we start talkin' about what we want to forget
It seems her life story and mine are the same
Both lost someone and only have ourselves to blame.
But here I am again mixing misery and gin
Sittin' with all my friends and talking to myself
I look like I'm having a good time
But any fool can tell that this honky-tonk heaven
Really makes you feel like hell.
But here I am again mixing misery and gin
Sittin' with all my friends and talking to myself
I look like I'm having a good time
But any fool can tell that this honky-tonk heaven
Really makes you feel like hell...
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