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No hablo español
Was all I knew of the local lingo
That old pocket guide to Mexico
Wasn't much help to this out of place Gringo
When I checked into my motel room
Was helped by a brown-eyed senorita
She said, Buen venidos, Senor
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Como estas, Buenos dias
I don't know what she said
But I sure liked the way that she said it
A little voice in my head said
Boy, you won't ever forget it
They that Spanish is the language of love
Well, I love that it rolled off her tongue
I don't know what she said
But I sure liked the way that she said it
As I followed her down the hallway
I was trying my best not to stare
The angel before me was a rare beauty indeed
Jay-Lo had nothing on her
She winked and she smiled at me sweetly
Said, Senor, aqui esta su mas vez
Muy Bappo, and something bout ho ho's
And I thought, oh, baby, whatever you say
I don't know what she said
But I sure liked the way that she said it
A little voice in my head said
Boy, you won't ever forget it
They that Spanish is the language of love
Well, I love that it rolled off her tongue
I don't know what she said
But I sure liked the way that she said it
Later that evening in a local cantina
A Mariachi band was playing
She held me close so her body would know
That my body knew what she was saying
I don't know what she said
But I sure liked the way that she said it
A little voice in my head said
Boy, you won't ever forget it
They that Spanish is the language of love
Well, I love that it rolled off her tongue
I don't know what she said
But I sure liked the way that she said it
No, I don't know what she said
But I sure liked the way that she said it
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It was Sunday Afternoon
I was sunk in my recliner
Football game was one
Tampa Bay in Carolina
I wasn't paying much attention
Volume down, not watching it at all
This house is like an icebox
Had all the curtains drawn
Had it more like a hotel room
And less like a home
Been so quite around here lately
I wasn't thinking anyone would call
Let alone you, all the way from Dallas
Out of the blue, saying that you missed us
And time and distance made you see
You were lost without me
How did you know I'd finally hit the bottom
An all-time low was suddenly forgotten
The sound of your voice on the line
Made fate turn circles on a dime
Just when I thought I'd never find somebody new
Let alone you
Now here I am at the baggage claim
A nervous wreck waiting on your plane
Wringing my hands, checking my watch
Never dreamed forty-eight hours ago
I'd be standing here waiting on anyone
No not anyone
Let alone you, all the way from Dallas
Out of the blue, saying that you missed us
And time and distance made you see
You were lost without me
How did you know I'd finally hit the bottom
An all-time low was suddenly forgotten
The sound of your voice on the line
Made fate turn circles on a dime
Just when I thought I'd never find somebody new
Let alone you
Let alone you
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We grew up in the same town
Three houses down on Magnolia Street
Young love was going strong
Even though your Dad and Mom were sound asleep
A blanket and some moonlight
We'd slip down by the lake
Seventeen and restless
You know we just couldn't wait
And I wish I were rockin you tonight
I remember the day we both cried
You got that full ride to university
You had to do what you had to do
And we both knew it was the end of me
We wrote "we miss you letters"
Made long distance calls
But I lost you forever halfway through the fall
And I wonder, baby, who's rockin you tonight
And I live for those moments
Wrapped up in your arms
Swaying to the music of those wildly beating
Wildly beating hearts
---- Instrumental Interlude ----
Gotta a lot of time to think of you
On my way to the next marque sign
With any luck one of these days
You'll see my name, no, I'm doing fine
Every now and then out here on the stage
I look through the flood lights
And I swear I see your face
Feels so good to be rockin you tonight
Yeah, I'm rockin you tonight
I'm rockin you tonight
Baby, I'm rockin you tonight
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Girl, you're getting that look in your eyes
And it's starting to worry me
I ain't ready for no family ties
Nobody's gonna hurry me
Just keep it friendly, girl
Cause I don't wanna leave
Don't start clinging to me, girl
Cause I can't breathe
Baby, baby, don't get hooked on me
Baby, baby, don't get hooked on me
Cause I'll just use you then I'll set you free
Baby, baby, don't get hooked on me
Girl, you're a hot-blooded woman-child
And it's warm where you're touching me
But I can tell by your trembling smile
You're seeing way too much in me
Girl, don't let your life get tangled up with mine
Cause I'll just leave you
I can't take no clinging vine
Baby, baby, don't get hooked on me
Baby, baby, don't get hooked on me
Cause I'll just use you then I'll set you free
Baby, baby, don't get hooked on me
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Baby, baby, don't get hooked on me
Baby, baby, don't get hooked on me
Cause I'll just use you then I'll set you free
Baby, baby, don't get hooked on me
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Baby, baby, don't get hooked on me
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Five hours of football one afternoon
Three nights of poker dragging in past two
Four years of trying to make it last
Even a fool could do the math
No woman is gonna hang around
For some man who can't figure it out
Do the numbers, it all adds up to
No woman, no woman for you
One of seven boxes, one Uhall truck
Three brawny men a'loading it up
One thousand "I'm sorry's" ten minutes too late
One fed up girl on the interstate
No woman is gonna hang around
For some man who can't figure it out
Do the numbers, it all adds up to
No woman, no woman for you
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Congratulations Einstein
Look at what you've done
You've solved the equation
For two minus one
No woman is gonna hang around
For some man who can't figure it out
Do the numbers, it all adds up to
No woman, no woman for you
No woman, no woman for you
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Did you really think she'd let you in with that bouquet
Welcome you with open arms and say, it's okay
Well, them long stemmed apologies won't work no more
Cause she can't see the beauty just a hand full of thorns
And they don't grow enough roses to undo the damage done
Clouds don't make enough raindrops
And it's too much to expect from the sun
You can shower her in petals but it won't change the fact
They don't grow enough roses to get your woman back
Boy, looks like she finally made you understand
Love can wilt away like the flowers in your hand
Well, honesty might well be your saving grace
But you won't see forgiveness in another pretty face
And they don't grow enough roses to undo the damage done
Clouds don't make enough raindrops
And it's too much to expect from the sun
You can shower her in petals but it won't change the fact
They don't grow enough roses to get your woman back
Now, you can shower her in petals but it won't change the fact
They don't grow enough roses to get your woman back
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We sit alone in the darkest corner
Waitress comes and takes our order
And looks at us so suspiciously
It's plain to see that we're lovers
Trying to be alone with each other
It's so hard for us to break free
She whispers softly, "I love you"
This ain't your average rendezvous
Cause I'm in love with a married woman
And I don't care, I don't care who knows it
Yes, I'm in love with a married woman
And on her left hand there's a wedding band
She wears faithfully
And I thank God she's married to me
No cheap hotel where we'll check-in
No other lives we'll be wrecking with alibis
To hide a cheaters kiss
Cause if there's lipstick on my collar
You can bet your bottom dollar
It's the color she wears on nights like this
And every Friday here at five
We try to keep the fire alive
Cause I'm in love with a married woman
And I don't care, I don't care who knows it
Yes, I'm in love with a married woman
And on her left hand there's a wedding band
She wears faithfully
And I thank God, I thank God
I thank God she's married to me
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Guys are playing pool, longnecks in a bucket
Bragging about their luck with the ladies in bed
Laughing when they ask him for all the dirty details
He don't say nothing just starts shaking his head
Spoken like a man, devoted to a woman
Not just any woman, but the love of his life
Spoken like a man, crazy about the feeling
He gets every evening when they turn out the light
Cue behind the eight, he's staring down the table
There's a cutie across the room trying to catch his eye
She walks across the bar with her number on a napkin
He gives it to a buddy with a wink and a smile
Spoken like a man, devoted to a woman
Not just any woman, but the love of his life
Spoken like a man, crazy about the feeling
He gets every evening when they turn out the light
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He pays his tab, pulls his keys out of his pocket
The boys say, where you going, just one more game
Give us one good reason whey you can't hang
Turns at the door and just holds up his ring
Spoken like a man, devoted to a woman
Not just any woman, but the love of his life
Spoken like a man, crazy about the feeling
He gets every evening when they turn out the light
Spoken like a man, spoken like a man
Spoken like a man
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(featuring Gretchen Wilson)
I'm all right now, I've got a new place to live
A one room apartment out on West 35th
No, I don't miss her and I've finally moved on
And I've found a companion that won't do me wrong
Oh, the lips of a bottle, don't have to say "I love you"
Don't have to whisper my name the tender way she used to
Oh, I've got a new love to fill my emptiness
But from the lips of a bottle I'll steal one more kiss
I don't care if the label reads whisky or wine
Here at my bedside well, it eases my mind
They're just stolen moments this habit I'm on
Heaven forgive me, I can't leave it alone
Cause the lips of a bottle, don't have to say "I love you"
Don't have to whisper my name the tender way he used to
Hey, I've got a new love to fill my emptiness
So from the lips of a bottle I'll steal one more kiss
From the lips of a bottle I'll steal one more kiss
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There's aluminum cans and cigarettes butts
Lying in the sides of the streets
The baseball field in the County Park
Is buried in a blanket of weeds
There's a swastika sprayed from an aerosol can
Displayed on the overpass
Driving around it's easy to see
This town's going downhill fast
Somebody should do something about it
How hard could it be
Somebody should do something about it
Maybe that someone is me
Followed a couple into Ferguson's Grill
The door swung back in my face
Closed my eyes but I felt the stares
When I bowed my head to say grace
Watched a table of suits stiff the waitress a tip
Like they didn't have a nickel to spare
Walked out into the heat rising off of main street
But I felt a chill in the air
Somebody should do something about it
How hard could it be
Somebody should do something about it
Maybe that someone is me
Now I don't expect this world to be heaven
But it sure could be better
I can sit around complaining
Or stand around waiting
But I might be waiting forever
Forever
Somebody should do something about it
How hard could it be
Somebody should do something about it
Maybe that someone is me
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You've got an eye for diamonds and things that shine
You want a slick black Jag and a cellar of wine
I'd have to hold two jobs to keep you in my arms
And I don't wanna work that hard
I met your Mama and she turned up her nose
At my dirty work boots and my co-op clothes
Ain't gonna kiss her butt just to win her heart
No, I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work for something
That's only gonna add up to nothing
Girl, I gonna miss your loving
Knowing how sweet your kisses are
But you're always asking me to watch your dog
Bathe em and to feed em, take him out for a walk
Well, he's a hundred and eighty pound Saint Bernard
Hell, I don't wanna work that hard
And your old boyfriend is still hanging on
He's and ex-black belt with a jealous bone
Don't wanna have to whop him out behind some bar
No, I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work for something
That's only gonna add up to nothing
Girl, I gonna miss your loving
Knowing how sweet your kisses are
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I don't wanna work for something
That's only gonna add up to nothing
Girl, I gonna miss your loving
Knowing how sweet your kisses are
I'd have to hold two jobs to keep you in my arms
Kiss your Mama's butt and your Saint Bernard's
Whop your ex-boyfriend at some bar
And I don't wanna work that hard
Baby, I ain't gonna work that hard
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Will it be my Uncle Ronnie, I barely knew him when he left
He was only nineteen when he crashed that red Corvette
Will it be my great grandmother with some cookies that she baked
Oh, I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
Will it be my goodfriend Matthew who spent his life in a chair
Will he coming running to me the day I get up there
Or that bully back in high school I told my Mama that I hate
Oh, I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
Will it be a choir of Angels with some heavenly refrain
Or Saint Peter like I've always heard with his big book of names
Will it be my old dog, Bailey, who died when I was eight
Oh, I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
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I pray it's not my wife, my daughter or my son
Cause that would mean the good Lord took em before my time was done
Tonight, they're all sound asleep as I lie here wide awake
And I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
We're brought into this world with God only knows how many years
We crawl, we walk, we run, we dance
We cry a million tears
And in a flash our lives are over
And we're face to face with fate
Oh, I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate
Who's gonna greet me at the gate
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