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George Strait
George Strait


Background information
Birth name George Harvey Strait
Born May 18, 1952
Origin Poteet, Texas
Genre(s) Country
Years active 1975—present
Label(s) Universal
MCA Records
Associated acts Ace in the Hole
Dean Dillon
Alan Jackson
Patty Loveless
Lee Ann Womack
Jamey Johnson
Mindy McCready
Website Website



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George Strait Album


Strait Country (1981)
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Give me a bottle of your very best
'Cause I've got a problem I'm gonna drink off my chest
Gonna spend the night gettin' down
'Cause that woman I had wrapped around my finger just come unwound

That woman I had wrapped around my finger just come unwound
She kicked me outta the house and tonight I'm whiskey-bound
I'm gonna be the drunkest fool in town
'Cause that woman I had wrapped around my finger just come unwound

Well she packed my bags and opened up the door
And I got the feeling she didn't want me around no more
She caught me in a lie, I was messin' around
And that woman I had wrapped around my finger just come unwound

That woman I had wrapped around my finger just come unwound
She kicked me outta the house and tonight I'm whiskey-bound
I'm gonna be the drunkest fool in town

. . .



Well, it won't be long now
Til that 'ol sun goes down
And darkness helps me hide my shameful tears.
My wife works all night long
For a man who's halfway gone
She's the barmaid in the honky-tonk downstairs.

Chorus:

It's a shame she wears the name
Of a man who's locked and chained
To a bottle that's destroyin' all hopes and cares.
To the men with hungry eyes
She works and hides her pride
She's the barmaid in the honky-tonk downstairs.


. . .



In a bar in Acuna called Ma Crosby's
I found myself not feeling any pain
I told a 'Frisco girl I'd come for freedom
She said she'd only come to catch a train

We struck up some idle conversation
Traded all the troubles on our minds
One thing led to another in the evening
And I fell in love again for my last time

Blame it on Mexico if you need a reason
Say too much guitar music, tequila, salt and lime
Blame it on Mexico, but she's the reason
That I fell in love again for my last time

Daylight dawned and found me in Del Rio
In a rundown motel room as dark as hell
I felt all the pains of a morning after
And all alone as far as I could tell

Why she left I have no way of knowing
I guess she caught her train and that's a crime
She took everything I ever wanted
And I fell in love again for my last time
Blame it on Mexico if you need a reason
Say too much guitar music, tequila, salt and lime
Blame it on Mexico, but she's the reason

. . .



Lately you've been showin' all the signs
of a woman with someone else on her mind
It's not your fault
some nights I've left you alone
and if you're thinking, you want a stranger
There's one coming home

Chorus:
If you're thinking you want a stranger
I'll soon be there
You're gonna see a change in me
this time I swear
No more late nights
comin' in at daylight
and no more doin' you wrong
and if you're thinking you want a stranger
There's one coming home

Bought you a silk gown and perfume today
picked up some roses
and champagne on the way
Oh I called to ask you
to put some soft music on
Cause if you're thinking, you want a stranger
There's one coming home

Chorus


. . .


(Dean Dillon, Frank Dycus, Murray Cannon, Raleigh S)

I don't get along
with people who aren't kind
I don't get along
with folks with only money on their minds
and I don't get along
with someone who's always trying
to tell me what to do
but on and on I get along with you

Well I don't like people
always telling me that I should change
think it's impolite for them
to think they've got my life to rearrange
cause on and on I get along with you

All it takes to please me
is waking in the morning
Feeling you by my side
Well, All I've ever needed
Is knowing that I'm needed in your life
I may not do all the things
that other people want me to

. . .



Well I'm out on a tear 'cause she's tearing me apart
If I look rough on the outside, you ought to see my heart.
And this look in my eyes shows beyond a doubt,
Since my woman left, I'm down and out.

Well, I'm down at the bar, out of my mind,
Tighter than an eight-day clock with no way to unwind,
That jukebox cries the blues like it knows what I'm about.
Since my woman left, I'm down and out.

Well I'm down to my last dollar, but I don't really care.
My friends have all got whiskey, and they don't mind if I share.
They know how it feels to have your heart torn inside out,
Since my woman left, I'm down and out.

Well, I'm down at the bar, out of my mind,
Tighter than an eight-day clock with no way to unwind,
That jukebox cries the blues like it knows what I'm about.
Since my woman left, I'm down and out.

Since my woman left, since my woman left,

. . .



I love the sound of a jukebox playing,
So I sit here while she's staying home
watching Dallas on T.V.
I love the taste of whiskey straight,
But the strongest thing she ever takes
is a sip from a small glass of chablis.

Though birds of a different feather,
our love keeps us together,
And she knows what's wrong with me tonight,
I've got that Friday Night Fever;

Sometimes a man just needs a breather.
She knows I love her and I need her.
And I'm no cheater,
I've just got that Friday Night Fever.

She wouldn't change me if she could, so I wouldn't change her,
she's too good.
Sometimes a man just needs a change of pace.
I've heard all those come-on lines,
but I go home at closing time.
I know no one could ever take her place

Now she's taking down her hair, she knows I'll soon be there.
to give her the love she needs tonight.

I've got that Friday Night Fever;
Sometimes a man just needs a breather.
She knows I love her and I need her.
And I'm no cheater, I've just got that Friday Night Fever.

. . .


(Garvin, Shapiro)

I guess you think it's fun
To laugh at her expense
And point out each mistake she makes
In front of all your friends
You figure she'll let it go by
Cause she loves you so
But, you know

Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground
She slips a little farther away
Each time that you put her down
A lady like that can come here and get
Somebody who knows what he's found
Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground

It's hard to bite my lip
But, I ain't saying a word
I give you all the rope to hang yourself
That you deserve
You might be ahead of me in her heart today
But, that's okay

Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground
She slips a little farther away
Each time that you put her down
A lady like that can come here and get
Somebody who knows what he's found
Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground

Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground
She slips a little farther away
Each time that you put her down
A lady like that can come here and get
Somebody who knows what he's found
Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground

Every time you throw dirt on her
You lose a little ground
She slips a little farther away
Each time that you put her down
A lady like that can come here and get
Somebody who knows what he's found
Every time you throw dirt on her

. . .



I let it all hang out last night
I come in hung over this morning
My woman met me at the door
Preachin' me this warnin'
She said Dillon you're gonna have to change
Your sinful way of living
But she's playing hell
Trying to get me to heaven
Oh I promised to go to church with her
'Bout a month of Sundays ago
Well here it is Sunday again
I ain't been once in a row
Every time that ole church bell rings
You can hear my rod 'n reel a singing
And she's playing hell
Trying to get me to heaven
She's playing hell, trying to get me to heaven
There ain't no way all my sins can be forgiven
They say there's only ten commandments, but I broke at least eleven
She's playing hell, trying to get me to heaven
She went out and bought me
A Sunday got to meeting suti
I must confess it looked pretty sharp
With my deer hunting boots
But I wore holes in both the knees
Trying to roll them sevens
She's playing hell
Trying to get me to heaven
Repeat chorus
Yes she's playing hell trying to get me to heaven

. . .



There's never been a man
who could bring me down
I've walked away from the toughest of towns
But her last words tore me apart
Her good bye hit me in the heart
Her good bye hit me in the heart

Her good bye hit me in the heart
Brought me to knees like a shot from the dark
Her sweet love found its mark
Her good bye hit me in the heart
Her good bye hit me in the heart

Her soft warm touch took me by surprise
I was blinded by the love in my eyes
The moment she left I felt the pain start
Her good bye hit me in the heart
Her good bye hit me in the heart

Her good bye hit me in the heart
Brought me to my knees
like a shot from the dark
Her sweet love found its mark
Her good bye hit me in the heart

. . .


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