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There's a photo in my baby book
Of the first step that I ever took
I ended up on my butt with a puzzled look
Ever since I've been kinda confused
When life tripped me up I was easily bruised
But time has a way of healing wounds
Now, I'm a guy who does what he feels
But I never seem to spot that banana peel
With eyes shut tight and nerves of steel
I'm takin' the plunge, baby head over heels.

Fallin' never felt so good
It don't scare me like I thought it would
Tumblin' down, droppin' fast
I got a feelin' that it's gonna last
Here I come baby ooh, ooh, ooh
Fallin' in love with you.

--- Instrumental ---

Who can say what may lie in store
Smooth sailin' on a sea of love or
Runnin' aground on a rocky shore
Now that I've found you I'm not lettin' go
'Cause I've been searchin' high and low
Only one thing that I know
The higher you take me the deeper I go.

Fallin' never felt so good
It don't scare me like I thought it would
Tumblin' down, droppin' fast
I got a feelin' that it's gonna last
Here I come baby ooh, ooh, ooh
Fallin' in love with you.

--- Instrumental ---

Fallin' never felt so good
It don't scare me like I thought it would
Tumblin' down, droppin' fast
I got a feelin' that it's gonna last
Here I come baby ooh, ooh, ooh
Fallin' in love with you.

Fallin' never felt so good
It don't scare me like I thought it would
Tumblin' down, droppin' fast
I got a feelin' that it's gonna last
Here I come baby ooh, ooh, ooh
Fallin' in love with you...

. . .


(Shawn Camp, John Scott Sherrill)

I tossed and turned and tried countin' sheep
When will I ever learn how I'll ever sleep
'Til you're by my side it's just a waste of time
Ain't no use tryin' to get you off my mind.

Chorus:
So I guess I'll be confessin' my love,
Confessin' my love
There ain't gonna be no restin' at all
'Cause I want you too much
I might get all embarrassed and a little tongue-tied
'Cause I ain't had no lessons in expressin' it right
Yes, I guess I'll be confessin' my love to you tonight.

--- Instrumental ---

Toughest thing to do is up and speak my mind
I've been wantin' you for too long a time
I just can't take this anymore
'Bout to hear some knockin' on your front door.

Chorus:
So I guess I'll be confessin' my love,
Confessin' my love
There ain't gonna be no restin' at all
'Cause I want you too much
I get all embarrassed and a little tongue-tied
'Cause I ain't had no lessons in expressin' it right
Yes, I guess I'll be confessin' my love to you tonight.

Yes, I guess I'll be confessin' my love to you tonight.

Yes, I'll be confessin'
Yes, I'll be confessin' my love to you tonight.

Yes, I'll be confessin'
Yes, I'll be confessin' my love to you tonight.

Yes, I'll be confessin'
Yes, I'll be confessin' my love to you tonight.

Yes, I'll be confessin'
Yes, I'll be confessin' my love to you tonight...

. . .


Summer after graduation
Two kids stuck in Alabama
We'd be lovers any way we could
A ten buck wedding ceremony
A guy outside the courthouse told me
The weather down in South Beach
sure was good
So we hit the road like any dreamers would

She was mine for a time in Miami
Thought I had her in the palm of my hand
Like the sunrise the truth finally hit me
That her heart was halfway back to Birmingham

This ain't what she really wanted
So baby we went on back to Mama


Found a note when I got home last night
Left a fifty for the landlord
Nothin' here to stay around for
Ain't but one way left to make it right
So I'm headed for that Alabama line

She was mine for a time in Miami
But things don't always fw9ork out like you plan
Now I'm nearly out of gas and it's raining
But I'm almost halfway back to Birmingham

Like the sunrise the truth finally hit me
That her heart was halfway back to Birmingham

. . .


(Tim Mensy)

You say you don't know where to start
Telling me is breakin' your heart
It's not that you don't care for me
It's just that you're not in love anymore
You stare at the floor.
You say it's no one's fault that feelings change
And you'd rather not get into blame
You don't know if it's choice or fate
But you can't fight this need to be set free
Tomorrow you'll leave
You tell me this is hard for you
You should try being me.

Chorus:
Try watching dreams
Crash to the ground without warning
Try not to beg
When the one you love says they're going
Hell's near and you know it
You tell me this is hard for you
You should try being me.

You say you don't deny what we had
But we can't tie the future to the past
I'll always be a part of you
And hurting me's the last thing on your mind
But you can't live a lie
You tell me this is hard for you
You should try being me.

Chorus:
Try watching dreams
Crash to the ground without warning
Try not to beg
When the one you love says they're going
Hell's near and you know it
You tell me this is hard for you
You should try being me...

. . .


(Tony Martin, Mark Nesler)

I was hoping you'd be gone
Tonight when I got home
What are you still waiting for
You're probably thinking that
She won't like it where she's at
And she'll come knocking on my door
I used to believe that too
But I don't anymore.

Chorus:
So go away, blues don't hand around
She's gone, let me love again somehow
I've tried, but I could not make her stay
So be like her and go away.

--- Instrumental ---

Well, here we are again
My old foul-weathered friend
Not much left to talk about
We've cried and shared some laughs
Reminiscing this and that
But it all seems so tiresome now
You've been good company
But you wore your welcome thin.

Chorus:
So go away, blues don't hand around
She's gone, let me love again somehow
I've tried, but I could not make her stay
So be like her and go away.

--- Instrumental ---

Go away, blues don't hand around
She's gone, let me love again somehow
I've tried, but I could not make her stay
So be like her and go away...

. . .


(Shawn Camp, Randy Hardison, Wynn Varble)

My oldest brother Tommy
Was a lineman rest his soul
His job was hanging hot wires
On them power company poles
I said with all of that high voltage
Don't it scare you half to death?
He said it makes me kinda nervous
But I just can't help myself.

Chorus:
It pays big money and boy I'm into that
It pays big money if you're willin' to take a chance
I'll tell you sonny, you ought to see my bank account
It paid big money but he sure can't spend it now.

My dear departed cousin
Used to put in forty hours
Changing all them light bulbs
On them television towers
Every morning bright and early
He'd climb up in the sky
And I didn't understand it
So one day I asked him why, he said.

Chorus:
It pays big money and boy I'm into that
It pays big money if you're willin' to take a chance
I'll tell you sonny you ought to see my bank account
It paid big money but he sure can't spend it now.

--- Instrumental ---

My late Uncle Charlie
Was a demolition man
And he traveled all over the country
Blasting holes in this great land
And he carried a case of dynamite
Everywhere he went
And he'd smoke them big long cigars
'Til it got the best of him, but.

Chorus:
It pays big money and boy I'm into that
It pays big money if you're willin' to take a chance
I'll tell you sonny you ought to see my bank account
It paid big money but he sure can't spend it now.

--- Instrumental ---

Now the moral of this story
Is don't go getting' yourself killed
Be kind to your rich relatives
And they might just leave you in their will
That pays big money having foolish kin.

It pays big money, I guess I owe it all to them
I'll tell you sonny you ought to see my bank account
It pays big money think I'll go spend some of it now...

--- Instrumental with ad libs to fade ---

. . .


From somewhere outside I hear the street vendor cry file' gumbo
Through my window I see him going down the street and he don't know
That she fell right to sleep in the damp
Tangled sheet so soon
After love in the hot afternoon

Now the bourbon street lady sleeps like a baby in the shadows
She was new to me and fully of mystery but now I know
That she's just a girl and I'm just a guy in the room
For love in the hot afternoon

We got high in the park this morning and we sat without talking


Then we came back here in the heat of the day tired of walking
Where under her breathe she hummed to herself a tune
Of love in the hot afternoon

Now the bourbon street lady sleeps like a baby in the shadows
She was new to me and fully of mystery but now I know
That she's just a girl and I'm just a guy in the room
For love in the hot afternoon

. . .


(Vern Dant, Steve Diamond, Rick Orozco)

Always knew it, I'd recognize your face
And I rehearsed it, just what I would say
But then I saw you and all that I could do
Was just smile
In your brown eyes the past disappeared
And my future was suddenly so clear
I was made for, I was meant for lovin' you.

Chorus:
Oh Angelina, I loved ya
Long before I'd ever seen ya
So many nights I could only dream ya
But now you're here, my Angelina.

--- Instrumental ---

I watch the moonlight softly brush your hair
Are you a vision; are you really there?
But then you touch me and the fantasy is so real.

Chorus:
Oh Angelina, I loved ya
Long before I'd ever seen ya
So many nights I could only dream ya
But now you're here, my Angelina.

This love that I feel
Knows no beginning and no end
'Cause I can't remember when
I didn't love you.

Chorus:
Oh Angelina, I loved ya
Long before I'd ever seen ya
So many nights I could only dream ya
But now you're here, my Angelina.

Oh Angelina, each day there's somethin' new
I love about you
And I wonder how I ever lived without you
Oh, how I need you, my Angelina.

Oh, how I ever lived without you
How I need you, my Angelina...

. . .


We step out on the dance floor the band starts to play
Holding you close I get carried away
Finding that falling is easy to do
Lost in the feeling with you

Time's standing still as I Whirl you around
We're dancing without even touching the ground
Finding that falling is easy to do
Lost in the feeling with you

No words are spoken


None need to be said
You and the music
Have gone to my head

But I'll just go on when the music is through
Lost in the feeling with you
Lost in the feeling with you
Lost in the feeling with you

. . .


(Ronnie Rogers)

Well, I'm slippin' on my old party clothes
Wondering if they're still in style
Ain't had 'em on since you've been gone
And that's been a long long while.

And I wonder if these old dancing shoes
Will they still feel right?
Guess I'll never know unless I go
Somewhere out there tonight.

Chorus:
Been livin' alone
Since you've been gone
Hoping you might return
And I've yet to let
A stranger in my door
But I'm feeling more willing
Than ever before.

Oh, I wonder if I'll feel out of place
Should new arms hold me tight
Guess I'll never know unless I go
Somewhere out there tonight.

--- Instrumental ---

Yeah, I wonder if I'll feel out of place
Should new arms hold me tight
Guess I'll never know unless I go
Somewhere out there tonight...

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