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(Rick Bowles/Terri Clark/ Chris Waters)
I've been looking at you looking me
Bet you're thinking that want you get
Is what you see
But underneath this cool exterior
A raging river flows
So before you get any nearer
I better let you know
I'm an emotional girl
I can't help myself
Sometimes I laugh
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I do both and I don't know why
I got a Passionate heart
And that's just the way things are
You and me could give it a whirl
But I'm warning you, boy
I'm an emotional girl
I like music that's loud and lights down low
I like driving my car too fast
And dancing slow
Some folks may say I’m too extreme
‘Cause I can’t stop once I start
But I never could do anything
With half my heart
I'm an emotional girl
I can't help myself
Sometimes I laugh
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I do both and I don't know why
I got a Passionate heart
And that's just the way things are
You and me could give it a whirl
But I'm warning you, boy
I'm an emotional girl
I'm an emotional girl
I can't help myself
Sometimes I laugh
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I do both and I don't know why
I got a Passionate heart
And that's just the way things are
You and me could give it a whirl
But I'm warning you, boy
I'm an emotional girl
You and me could give it a whirl
But I’m warning you, boy
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(Warren Zevon)
Well, I lay my head on the railroad track
Waitin' on the "double e"
But the train don't run through here no more
Poor, poor pitiful me!
Poor, poor pitiful me!
Poor, poor pitiful me!
Oh, these boys won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me!
Woe, woe is me!
Well, I met a man out in Hollywood
And I ain't namin' names
But he really worked me over good
Just like Jesse James
Yes, he really worked me over good
He was a credit to his gender
He put me through some changes
Lord, sorta like a waring blender
Poor, poor pitiful me!
Poor, poor pitiful me!
Oh, these boys won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me!
Woe, woe is me!
Well, I met a boy in the Vieux-Carres
Down in Yokahoma
He picked me up and he threw me down
Sayin', "please don't hurt me, mama"
Poor, poor pitiful me!
Poor, poor pitiful me!
Oh, these boys won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me!
Woe, woe is me!
Poor, poor pitiful me!
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(Tom Shapiro/Terri Clark/Chris Waters)
You could've walked along a back road
Or on a lonely stretch of beach
You could have sat there on a park bench
A Sunday paper at your feet
If you'd been waiting for a taxi
Or at a bus stop in the rain
I would've found you, I would've found you
Just the same
You know you could've been a gambler
Whose luck was running low
Or just another drifter
Without a single place to go
You could have been a broken dreamer
Without a penny to your name
I would've loved you, I would have loved you
Just the same
No it really didn't matter
Who you'd been or what you’d done
Where we met or when it happened
You'd still be the one
There's no way to know the future
But one thing will never change
I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna love you
Just the same
I’m gonna love you, I'm gonna love you
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(Tom Shapiro/Terri Clark/Chris Waters)
Somebody's restless
She feels second best
And the girl across town
Is thinking about a permanent change
And the lady living next door
Won't take it anymore
There's a whole lot of love
Gone wrong going 'round these days
Must be something in the water
Something in the air
'Cause every girl I talk to
Is going through the same thing
I'm going through here
Must be something in the teardrops
They've been falling too long
Must be something in the water
Making me wanna move on
I understand the heartache
It leaves such a bitter taste
Makes you go crazy
Thirsty for something else
The way that it used to be
Now ain't enough for me
'Cause the love I ain't getting
Is like drinking from a dry well
Must be something in the water
Something in the air
'Cause every girl I talk to
Is going through the same thing
I'm going through here
Must be something in the teardrops
They've been falling too long
Must be something in the water
Making me wanna move on
Must be something in the water
Something in the air
'Cause every girl I talk to
Is going through the same thing
I'm going through here
Must be something in the teardrops
They've been falling too long
Must be something in the water
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(Chuck Jones/Terri Clark/Chris Waters)
Don't worry baby
About that man at the bar that I just talked to
It's been so long I can't recall his name
Well he's just somebody
Who could never make me feel the way that you do
He's just an old neon flame
(Well) he shines bright on a Friday night
But he burns out about daylight
And he's always hanging where the jukebox plays
He ain't nothing to me
Just a dance or two before you even knew me
He's just an old neon flame
Give me a quarter
And I'll pick out a number that's a slow one
And tonight we'll start a fire we can't contain
His heart's a cold one
And I think I've been around enough to know one
He's just an old neon flame
(Well) he shines bright on a Friday night
But he burns out about daylight
And he's always hanging where the jukebox plays
He ain't nothing to me
Just a dance or two before you even knew me
He's just an old neon flame
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(Tom Shapiro/Terri Clark/Chris Waters)
Every time you ask her out she turns you down
You've seen a tear roll down her cheek
When she thinks no one's around
You don't know what's going on
But you know there's something wrong
Well, it don't take much to figure this one out
Any woman who's been hurt by a man understands
It'll take some time for her to find a way to love again
She may be crying but she's trying to do the best she can
Just ask any woman who's been hurt by a man
She lies in bed with questions on her mind
Was she so wrong about him and is she gonna be all right
The night can be so cold
When a memory's all you hold
Yeah, I know what shes going through tonight, 'cause...
Any woman who's been hurt by a man understands
It'll take some time for her to find a way to love again
She may be crying but she's trying to do the best she can
Just ask any woman who's been hurt by a man
Her broken heart
Will come around
She just needs a chance to heal right now
Any woman who's been hurt by a man understands
It'll take some time for her to find a way to love again
She may be crying but she's trying to do the best she can
Just ask any woman who's been hurt by a man
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(Tom Shapiro/Terri Clark/Chris Waters)
A beer stain on a jukebox
A tractor in a field
Fireflies on a screen door
A home cooked meal
Rolling down a dirt road
Listening to a George Strait song
If it ain't pure and simple
It ain't gonna turn me on
It's gotta have a twang thang
It's gotta bend a heart strang
Like a scuffed up boot
Or a boy with two first names
I gotta feel a deep pang
When I hear the songs they sang
If it don't kick up a little dust
It ain't got much of a twa-ang thang
If I tried to describe it
Well, I don't think I could
It's like swimming in a cold creek
'Cause it just feels good
No matter where you find it
There's a down home quality
It ain't sophisticated
And that's just fine with me
It's gotta have a twang thang
It's gotta bend a heart strang
Like a scuffed up boot
Or a boy with two first names
I gotta feel a deep pang
When I hear the songs they sang
If it don't kick up a little dust
It ain't got much of a twa-ang thang
It's gotta have a twang thang
It's gotta bend a heart strang
Like a scuffed up boot
Or a boy with two first names
I gotta feel a deep pang
When I hear the songs they sang
If it don't kick up a little dust
It ain't got much of a twa-ang thang
If it don't kick up a little dust
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(Bob DiPiero/Karen Staley)
Come on darlin' get down off that fence
Don't even try and make it make sense
It's got nothin' to do with your mind
Take a leap of faith this time
Tell me what you're feelin' deep in your heart
Love ain't followed by a question mark
It should be simple, should be easy
We're not talkin' brain surgery
You do or you don't, you do or you don't
You do or you don't love me
You can make a list of pros and cons
Check 'em all off baby one by one
But all I really wanna know tonight
Is are you always gonna want me in your life
Tell me what you're feelin' deep in your heart
Love ain't followed by a question mark
It should be simple, should be easy
We're not talkin' brain surgery
You do or you don't, you do or you don't
You do or you don't love me
Tell me what you're feelin' deep in your heart
Love ain't followed by a question mark
It should be simple, should be easy
We're not talkin' brain surgery
You do or you don't, you do or you don't
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(Terri Clark)
We pass in the hallway
I stop to kiss you on the cheek
But you're in a hurry
You've got a deadline you must meet
You're working so much these days
You don't have time to spend with me
But I keep hoping we might get back
To the way love used to be
I am the keeper of the flame
You only helped me build the fire
And it's getting harder every day
To make our love burn with desire
'Cause If I left it up to you
Only ashes would remain
When it needs shelter from the rain
I am the keeper of the flame
We live here together
But I feel we're worlds apart
When I tell you I love you
You never listen with your heart
I may look like I'm doing fine
But I'm dying deep inside
'Cause I've done all that I can do
To try and keep this love alive
I am the keeper of the flame
You only helped me build the fire
And it's getting harder every day
To make our love burn with desire
'Cause If I left it up to you
Only ashes would remain
When it needs shelter from the rain
I am the keeper of the flame
Oh, when it needs shelter from the rain
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(Tom Shapiro/Terri Clark/Chris Waters)
For two weeks I ain't heard the phone ring
Just a warning bell
My friends tell me they know things
I should know as well
I can't deny it
I've been told
A voice inside
Says let you go
But that's not what I wanted to hear
Not what I wanted my heart to say to me
That you'd be long gone
Before too long
And that's not what I wanted to see
'Cause nobody wants to believe they could be so wrong
But one thing is clear
It's what I needed to know
But, oh-it's not what I wanted to hear
Sometimes my intuition
Can get carried away
But right now I'd better listen
To what it has to say
'Cause when I tried to
Believe you're mine
I just got silence
Every time
And that's not what I wanted to hear
Not what I wanted my heart to say to me
That you'd be long gone
Before too long
And that's not what I wanted to see
'Cause nobody wants to believe they could be so wrong
But one thing is clear
It's what I needed to know
But, oh-it's not what I wanted to hear
But that's not what I wanted to hear
Not what I wanted my heart to say to me
That you'd be long gone
Before too long
And that's not what I wanted to see
'Cause nobody wants to believe they could be so wrong
But one thing is clear
It's what I needed to know
But, oh-it's not what I wanted to hear
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(Carl Jackson/Pam Gadd)
Well you thundered into my life like a steed out of control
Tried to rope my heart and tie me down with a little band of gold
And I hate to break your spirit 'cause I know your mind is set
Well you may be but I ain't ready yet
Hold your horses, you're steppin' outta line
Like a team of untamed stallions tramplin' on
This heart of mine
I'm no good beneath the reins, used to makin' my own choices
Hold your horses
I don't mean to act so skittish but when it comes to changin' names
There's a mighty sense of freedom still a rushin' through my veins
And your urgent need to settle down has got me runnin' scared
'Cause I ain't quite ready for the rocking chair
Hold your horses, you're steppin' outta line
Like a team of untamed stallions tramplin' on
This heart of mine
I'm no good beneath the reins, used to makin' my own choices
Hold your horses
Hold your horses, you're steppin' outta line
Like a team of untamed stallions tramplin' on
This heart of mine
I'm no good beneath the reins, used to makin' my own choices
Hold your horses
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