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Yes, she blew through the door like TNT,
Put her hand on her hip, pointed a finger at me.
Said: "I'm a whiskey drinkin', cowboy chasin', helluva time.
"I like Kenny, Keith, Allan and Patsy Cline.
"I'm a full grown Queen Bee lookin' for honey.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, aw, play somethin' country."
Yeah, the band took a break,
The DJ played P Diddy.
She said: "I didn't come here to hear,
"Somethin' thumpin' from the city."
Said: "I, I shaved my legs, I paid my money.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, play somethin' country.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, aw, play somethin' country."
Crank up the band, play the steel guitar.
Hank it up a little, let's rock this bar.
Threw back a shot; yelled: "I'm a George Strait junkie.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, play somethin' country.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, aw, play somethin' country."
Yeah, the bartender yelled:"Y'all, it's closin' time."
She got this wild look on her face,
An' said: "Your truck or mine,
"I know a place down the road,
"It's kinda funky.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, all out in the country.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, now, play somethin' country."
Crank up the band, play the steel guitar.
Hank it up a little, let's rock this bar.
Threw back a shot; yelled: "I'm a George Strait junkie.
"Ah-ooh-hoo, play somethin' country.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, now, play somethin' country."
Instrumental break.
Crank up the band, play the steel guitar.
Hank it up a little, let's rock this bar.
Threw back a shot; yelled: "I'm a George Strait junkie.
"Ah-ooh-hoo, play somethin' country.
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Written by Ronnie Dunn and Terry McBride
Oh, off across the room, she sits alone:
Pretty as a picture, sadder than a sad song.
Well, I'll do whatever it takes, try whatever works.
I can't just sit here and watch her hurt.
While she's so sad, while Mr Right did her wrong,
I'll give her one more drink an' a few more songs.
In the bar-room haze, all alone, she sits.
Oh, she's about as lonely as I'm gonna let her get.
Oh, sittin' lonely at the bar tryin' to drown the past.
Starin' at her broken heart at the bottom of a glass.
Oh, I don't want to push it, but I can't take much more.
Think I'm gonna have to step up an' show heartache to the door.
While she's so sad, while Mr Right did her wrong,
I'll give her one more drink an' a few more songs.
In the bar-room haze, all alone, she sits.
Yeah, she's about as lonely as I'm gonna let her get.
Instrumental break.
While she's so sad, while Mr Right did her wrong,
I'll give her one more drink an' a few more songs.
In the bar-room haze, all alone, she sits.
Yeah, she's about as lonely,
Yeah, she's about as lonely as I'm gonna let her get.
Oh, my, my.
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Written by Rob Crosby and Allen Shamblin
When your headlights cut across my wall,
Yeah, I thought it might be you.
Lookin' for a place to fall,
An' talkin' sweet, an' thinkin' small.
Seekin' out convenient arms,
Yeah, to rest in for a while.
Someone to keep you safe an' warm,
While you ride out your latest storm.
Oh, my heart's not a hotel you can check in an' out of:
It's not a, a temporary shelter, it's a home for someone's love.
Don't just come here when you're lonely knowing, full well, you won't stay,
'Cause I don't have the strength tonight to turn you away.
Oh, don't let the dawn find me asleep,
On a pillow of regret.
Take all my change, just leave the key,
An' let me keep my dignity.
'Cause my heart's not a hotel you can check in an' out of:
It's not a, a temporary shelter, it's a home for someone's love.
Don't just come here when you're lonely knowing, full well, you won't stay,
'Cause I don't have the strength tonight to turn you away.
Instrumental break.
No don't just come here when you're lonely knowing, full well, you won't stay,
'Cause I don't have the strength tonight to turn you away.
I don't have the strength tonight to turn you away.
Instrumental Close.
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Written by Ronnie Dunn and Terry McBride
I'm not some c'mon strong, Romeo cowboy,
No, I'm not that type.
Without a little help, I'd prob'ly have two left feet.
But you ain't gonna let that happen tonight.
Turn up that jukebox, sit me at the bar.
I promised her the moon, you throw in the stars.
Whiskey, do my talkin',
Say all the things I can't.
Here's to you, my hundred proof friend,
Oh, go on an' do your thing.
She's just a line away from fallin',
Goin' wild, an' honky-tonkin':
Whiskey, do my talkin'.
I'm better on the street in the broad daylight.
If I could bring myself to speak or get a word out right.
But you put me in a bar-room, you put a drink in my hand:
I'm a cool, calm, collected, silver-tongued ladies man.
Whiskey, do my talkin',
Say all the things I can't.
Here's to you, my hundred proof friend,
Oh, go on an' do your thing.
She's just a line away from fallin',
Goin' wild, an' honky-tonkin':
Whiskey, do my talkin'.
Instrumental Break.
Oh, I: tell her all the things I can't.
Here's to you, my hundred proof friend,
Go on an' do your thing.
She's just a line away from fallin',
Goin' wild, an' honky-tonkin':
Hey.
Whiskey, do my talkin',
Say all the things I can't.
Here's to you, my hundred proof friend,
Oh, go on an' do your thing.
She's just a line away from fallin',
Goin' wild, an' honky-tonkin':
Whiskey, do my talkin'.
Oh, I.
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Well,Up in the backwoods down in the holler
old boy feeding like a dog on a colla
Keep that chain hold tight
waiting on saturday night
Put on my smell good
Put on Skynyrd
Head into town like a nascar winner
cruisin back and forth to the tasty freeze
everywhere you look all you see is
Hillbilly Deluxe,Slick pick up Trucks
Big Timing in a small town
stirring it up right about sundown
Black,Denim and Crom to the bone
With a little homebrawl
Country Girl Cuddle Up
Hillbilly deluxe
Couple Kids, Sweet thing driving a fast bash
Shooter McCoon smile
Hoping that they smile back
Hey baby whats your name?
Burn a little rubber when the red light change
Here come the blue light
Here come bonnie
Hot on the bill Y'all
lets move the party
Gotta go but thats alright
Do it all again next friday night
Hillbilly Deluxe,Slick pick up Trucks
Big Timing in a small town
stirring it up right about sundown
Black,Denim and Crom to the bone
With a little homebrawl
Country Girl Cuddle Up
Hillbilly deluxe
(repeat Chorus)
Hillbilly Deluxe
Hillbilly Deluxe
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Written by Kix Brooks and Tom Shapiro
You ain't been thinkin' through, now, have you?
The last thing you need is the thing that you keep comin' back to.
The mem'ries still fresh in your mind.
Aware that you lost with it all on the line.
More than you could justify,
But she gives you that look an' you just gotta try,
One more roll of the dice,
Maybe just one more shot in the dark.
One more chance that your luck might change,
While you still got a little somethin' left in your heart.
She's a game you can play, not game you can win,
But one more roll of the dice an' you're believin' again.
Maybe you're still hangin' onto what it felt like,
The higher the stakes, the bigger the rush when it goes right.
An' when you're a gambler in love,
Havin' it all is never enough.
It's a curse when it gets in your blood.
You're down to your shoes, but you can't give it up.
Yeah, one more roll of the dice,
Maybe just one more shot in the dark.
One more chance that your luck might change,
While you still got a little somethin' left in your heart.
She's a game you can play, not game you can win,
But one more roll of the dice an' you're believin' again.
Yeah, yeah, believin'.
Instrumental break.
She's a game you can play, not game you can win,
But one more roll of the dice an' you're believin' again,
Yeah, you're believin'.
One more roll of the dice,
(One more roll of the dice.)
Maybe just one more shot in the dark.
(One more shot in the dark.)
One more chance that your luck might change,
(One more chance that your luck might change.)
While you still got a little somethin' left in your heart.
She's a game you can play, not game you can win,
But one more roll of the dice an' you're believin' again.
Instrumental fade.
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Written by Ronnie Dunn and Terry McBride
I'm a cool one down at the end of the day.
A little sundown buzz 'n more on the way.
I wash a week's worth of dust off my truck,
While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up.
Here comes Clifford: got a forty in a brown bag,
In his pointed-toe boots with a hatman rebel flag.
He's got a Eastwood grin an' a tourist swagger,
Hollerin': "Turn off that rap boys an' bring me some Haggard."
Gettin' drunk, gettin' loud:
Billy throws a punch in the crowd,
Some cowboys lights go out.
Runnin' wild, gettin' high:
Smokin' tires through the lights,
Livin' like we're never gonna die:
It's just another, just another neon night.
We got Ricky an' The Redstreaks playin' down the road.
Oh, it's All Night Ladies Night at the Cotton-Eyed Joe.
JC always gets the girl, Billy's always fightin'.
Poor old Bobby Earl never gets the right one.
Gettin' drunk, gettin' loud:
Billy throws a punch in the crowd,
Some cowboys lights go out.
Runnin' wild, gettin' high:
Smokin' tires through the lights,
Livin' like we're never gonna die:
It's just another, just another neon night.
Instrumental Break.
Gettin' drunk, gettin' loud:
Billy throws a punch in the crowd,
Some cowboys lights go out.
Runnin' wild, gettin' high:
Smokin' tires through the lights,
Livin' like we're never gonna die:
It's just another,
Oh, neon night.
Neon night.
Neon night.
Neon night.
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Written by Ronnie Dunn and Craig Wiseman
Old man Wrigley lived in that white house,
Down the street where I grew up.
Mamma used to send me over with things:
We struck a friendship up.
Spent a few long summers,
Out on his old porch swing.
Said he was in the war, went in the navy.
Lost his wife, lost his baby.
Broke when I asked him one time,
"How you keep from goin' crazy?"
He said: "I'll see my wife an' son in just a little while."
I asked him what he meant: he looked at me an' smiled.
Said: "I raise my hands, bow my head.
"I'm findin' more an' more truth,
"In the words written in red.
"They tell me that there's more to life,
"Than just what I can see.
"Oh, I believe, mmm."
A few years later, I was off at college,
Talkin' to Mom on the 'phone one night.
Gettin' all caught up on the gossip:
Ins an' outs of the small town life.
She said: "Oh, by the way, son,
"Mmm. old man Wrigley's died."
Later on that night, I laid there thinkin' back.
Thought about a couple of long-lost summers.
I didn't know whether to laugh to cry.
If there was ever anybody,
Deserved a ticket to the other side.
It'd be that sweet old man, who looked me in the eye.
Said: "I raise my hands, bow my head.
"I'm findin' more an' more truth,
"In the words written in red.
"They tell me that there's more to life,
"Than just what I can see."
I can't quote The Book,
The chapter or the verse.
You can't tell me it all ends,
In a slow ride in a hearse.
You know ,I'm more an' more convinced,
The longer that I live:
Yeah, this can't be; no, this can't be,
No, this can't be all there is.
Lord, I raise my hands, bow my head.
Oh, I'm findin' more an' more truth,
In the words written in red.
They tell me that there's more to this,
Than just what I can see. (More than I can see.)
I believe, whoa, I:
I believe,
I believe. (I believe.)
Mmmmm. (I believe.)
I believe. (I believe.)
I believe. (I believe.)
(I believe.)
Oh, I believe. (I believe.)
Mmmmmm. (I believe.)
(I believe.)
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Written by Hank Devito and Lary Willoughby
Since you've gone, my heart said something's wrong.
How long can this keep goin' on?
I'm still blue over losin' you.
What else am I gonna do?
I'm buildin' bridges straight to your heart,
An' all of this distance won't keep us apart,
Won't keep us apart.
Talk to me, talk to me about sympathy.
Don't leave me beggin' on my knees.
Since you've gone, my heart says something's wrong.
How long can this keep goin' on?
I'm buildin' bridges straight to your heart,
And all of this distance won't keep us apart,
Won't keep us apart.
Instrumental Break.
I'm buildin' bridges straight to your heart,
And all of this distance won't keep us apart,
Won't keep us apart.
I'm buildin' bridges, (I'm buildin' bridges.)
Straight to your heart,
And all of this distance won't keep us apart,
Won't keep us apart.
(I'm buildin' bridges.)
Straight to your heart.
Whoa, I,
Whoa I, I'm buildin' bridges,
Straight to your heart.
Instrumental fade.
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There’s a picture of us in Baha, California
Eating fish tacos and drinking cold, cold beer
And man we had the time of our lives
Yes that was a very good year
Drove all the way up the coast of California
All the way up to 101
One time we cruised all the way to Vancouver
Just to watch the setting sun
Every time I looked in those far away eyes
I could see me getting left behind
I gave her my best
But her west was wilder than mine
Got lost in the desert and found an Indian casino
And she started rollin those nines
Stackin up the chips half way to heaven
Without even trying
We watched it all go at the roulette wheel
She let it all ride on the black
She said don’t worry baby
You can’t keep what you never had
You can’t keep what you never had
Laugh like the devil and howl at the moon
I knew I was losing my mind
I gave her my best
But her west was wilder than mine
I was gasin up in a dust storm outside of Sedona
She was chasin tumbleweed
She flagged down a kenworth and jumped in a cab
It was the last of her I’d ever seen
It was the last of her I’d ever seen
Where the wild wind blows and anything goes
As long as its over the line
I gave her my best
But her west was wilder than mine
It was wilder than mine
Theres a picture of us down in Baha, California
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Written by Ronnie Dunn and Terry McBride
Not that long ago, seems like yesterday,
We were caught up in love: we were swept away.
Seems like overnight from out of the blue,
Something went wrong between me an' you.
Oh, I'll move on, I'll be strong:
Do what I have to do.
No matter where you are, you'll always have my heart:
I may never get over you.
A hopeless dream's insanity:
I'm just a fool with a fantasy.
I close my eyes, I feel your touch,
Just as real as it ever was.
I'll move on, I'll be strong:
Do what I have to do.
No matter where you are, you're always on my heart:
I may never get over you.
Instrumental break.
Yeah, I'll move on, I'll be strong:
Do what I have to do.
No matter where you are, you're always on my heart:
I may never get over you.
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looking at her phone desk tappin her feet
the kind of girl your mama likes to meet
a sunday school dress buttoned up tight
when the weekend comes she's like a red taillight
she likes to get outta town
yeah she likes to get outta town
shes got a little red ragtop she just bought
just forty-five minutes from her two days off
shes watching the clock just countin it down
that girl likes to get outta town
shes got a little glove box with everything she needs
got some red lipstick, and some Mardi Gras beads
got some party girlfriends like to keep it unwound
that girl likes to get outta town
she likes to get outta town
yeah, she likes to get outta town
they've got a motel room with a single bed
just a singin down the road goin out of their heads
gonna turn it on up
time to party on down
that girl likes to get outta town
yeah yeah my my
big funs close as the city limit sign
yeah yeah do tell
daddys little angel gonna raise a little...
well well well well
shes got a second cousin that keeps her on the phone
got an exboyfriend that wont leave her alone
oh but it wont hurt em what they dont know
what goes on the road
stays on the road
she likes to get outta town
yeah she likes to get outta town
she was born to shake it and its not her fault
but the competition just loves to talk
shes so tired ofthem puttin her down
that girl likes to get outta town
she likes to get outta town
yeah she likes to get outta town
its time to crank it on up
time to party on down
that girl likes to that girl likes to get outta town
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Written by Darrell Brown and Radney Foster
Ain't it funny, the turns life puts you through.
Don't know what's round the bend,
Man, you don't know where it's leadin' you.
Close your eyes, say a prayer, take it on the chin.
It's a dawn sun, comes back again.
Baby, I thought that love was over and gone forever:
Never gonna come back to me.
Never gonna hold me again.
But your love pounds in my heart like thunder,
Flashes through me like lightning,
Making me believe again.
Don't know what I'm supposed to say.
Ain't got a clue 'bout what I need to do.
All I know is I feel right here,
Right now, here with you.
Baby, I thought that love was over and gone forever:
Never gonna come back to me.
Never gonna hold me again.
But your love pounds in my heart like thunder,
Flashes through me like lightning,
Making me believe..
Baby, I thought that love was over and gone forever:
Never gonna come back to me.
Never gonna hold me again.
But your love pounds in my heart like thunder,
Flashes through me like lightning,
Making me believe again.
oh, oh, oh.
Makin' me believe again.
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