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To the teller down at the bank
You're just another checking account To the plumber that came today You're just another house At the airport ticket counter You're just another fare At the beauty shop at the mall Well you're just another head of hair Well that's alright, that's ok If you don't feel important, honey All I've got to say is [Chorus] To the world You may be just another girl But to me Baby, you are the world To the waiter at the restaurant You're just another tip To the guy at the ice cream shop You're just another dip When you can't get reservations 'Cause you don't have the clout Or you didn't get an invitation 'Cause somebody left you out That's alright, that's ok When you don't feel important honey All I've got to say is [Repeat chorus] You think you're one of millions but you're one in a million to me When you wonder if you matter, baby look into my eyes And tell me, can't you see you're everything to me That's alright, that's ok When you don't feel important honey All I've gotta say is [Repeat chorus] |
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| 2. |
| 4:51 |
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I can make anybody pretty
I can make you believe any lie I can make you pick a fight With somebody twice your size Well I've been known to cause a few break-ups I've been been known to cause a few births I can make you new friends Or get you fired from work And since the day I left Milwaukee Lynchburg, Bordeaux, France Been makin' the bars lots of big money And helping white people dance I got you in trouble in high school But college, now that was a ball You had some of the best times You'll never remember we me Alcohol... Alcohol... I got blame at your wedding reception For your best man's embarrassing speech And also for those naked pictures Of you at the beach I've influenced kings and world leaders I helped Hemingway write like he did And I'll bet you a drink or two That I can make you Put that lampshade on your head... Cause since the day I left Milwaukee Lynchburg, Bordeaux, France Been making a fool Out of folks just like you And helping white people dance I am medicine and I am poison I can help you up or make you fall You had some of the best times You'll never remember we me Alcohol... Alcohol... Yeah since the day I left Milwaukee Lynchburg, Bordeaux, France Been makin' the bars lots of big money (Helpin' white people dance) I got you in trouble in high school But college, now that was a ball You had some of the best times You'll never remember we me Alcohol... Alcohol... |
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| 4:32 |
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Sittin' on a bench at West Town Mall
He sat down in his overalls and asked me You waitin' on a woman I nodded yeah and said how 'bout you He said son since nineteen fifty-two I've been Waitin' on a woman When I picked her up for our first date I told her I'd be there at eight And she came down the stairs at eight-thirty She said I'm sorry that I took so long Didn't like a thing that I tried on But let me tell you son she sure looked pretty Yeah she'll take her time but I don't mind Waitin' on a woman He said the wedding took a year to plan You talk about an anxious man, I was nervous Waitin' on a woman And then he nudged my arm like old men do And said, I'll say this about the honeymoon, it was worth it Waitin' on a woman And I don't guess we've been anywhere She hasn't made us late I swear Sometimes she does it just 'cause she can do it Boy it's just a fact of life It'll be the same with your young wife Might as well go on and get used to it She'll take her time 'cause you don't mind Waitin' on a woman I've read somewhere statistics show The man's always the first to go And that makes sense 'cause I know she won't be ready So when it finally comes my time And I get to the other side I'll find myself a bench, if they've got any I hope she takes her time, 'cause I don't mind Waitin' on a woman Honey, take your time, cause I don't mind Waitin' on a woman |
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| 4:23 |
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When a freight train jumps off a track
And rolls down my road And its summer time in Texas And they're playing in the snow When politicians everywhere stop telling lies And only state the facts Right then, that's when I'll take you back Let's say I get bucked off a bull and fall and hit my head And then I get amnesia and forget the things you said I lose my better judgement and I take up smoking crack Right then, that's when I'll take you back [Chorus] Go on keep trying Come on keep calling You know I like it When you come crawling Its like music To hear you balling Waa, waa, waa, waa, waa When Donald Trump takes a part time job parking cars When Clint Eastwood does ballet in a big pink leotard And a donkey wins the Derby as he takes his victory lap Right then, that's when I'll take you back [Repeat chorus] The day that old morning sun rises in the west And they pass a law in L.A. banning artificial breasts When cars can run on water, gasoline and oil ain't worth jack Right then, that's when I'll take you back [Repeat chorus] Its like music To hear you balling Waa, waa, waa, waa, waa |
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| 5. |
| 4:27 |
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She's a yellow pair of running shoes, an' a holey pair of jeans
She looks great in cheap sunglasses, she looks great in anything She's I want a piece of chocolate, take me to a movie She's I can't find a thing to wear, now and then she's moody She's a Saturn with a sunroof, with her brown hair a-blowing She's a soft place to land, and a good feeling knowing She's a warm conversation, that I wouldn't miss for nothing She's a fighter when she's mad, and she's a, lover when she's loving And she's, everything I ever wanted And everything I need I talk about her I go on and on and on 'Cause she's, everything to me She's a Saturday out on the town, and a church girl on Sunday She's a cross around her neck, and a cuss word 'cause it's Monday She's a bubble bath and candles, baby come and kiss me She's a one glass of wine, and she's feeling kinda tipsy She's the giver I wish I could be, and the stealer of the covers She's a picture in my wallet, of my unborn children's mother She's the hand that I'm holding, when I'm on my knees and praying She's the answer to my prayer, and she's the song that I'm playing And she's, everything I ever wanted And everything I need I talk about her I go on and on and on 'Cause she's, everything to me She's the voice I love to hear, and someday when I'm ninety She's that wooden rocking chair, I want rocking right beside me Every day that passes, I only love her more Yeah she's the one, that I'd lay down my own life for And she's, everything I ever wanted And everything I need She's everything to me Yeah she's, everything to me Everything I ever wanted And everything I need |
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| 3:33 |
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You've sure got a real nice place
So don't take this the wrong way But I can tell by your decorating taste You've been alone too long You've got more candles than a midnight mass That fancy mirror adds a touch of class But do you know how good a mounted bass Would look there on that wall [Chorus] You need a man around here You can't do it all by yourself To me it's painfully clear That you could use a little help Someone to kill the spiders Change the channel and drink the beer Seems to me that you sure need A man around here Thumbing through your stack of magazines I don't see a Maxim or Field and Stream I haven't been in a room this clean Since they took my appendix out Well you've gotta be kidding me Don't tell me that thing is your TV My laptop's got a bigger screen Baby, there ain't no doubt [Repeat chorus] Someone to kill the spiders And by the way, you're out of beer Seems to me that you sure need A man around here Yeah, it seems to me that you sure need A man around here |
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| 7. |
| 4:43 |
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(feat. Alan Jackson)
I'm sittin' on the fender of someone else's truck Drinkin' Old Crow Whiskey and hot 7 Up Out in the parkin' lot You can hear the band playin' Right through the walls Ain't no cover charge Ain't no last call Out in the parkin' lot (Chorus:) Yeah, I love to see the neon dancin' on the gravel And I love to hear the pickup trucks as they come unraveled Some 've given up Some 've given in Looks like everybody's lookin' for a friend Out in the parkin' lot Whoops, there's a couple Who could not wait to get home They're probably in love so let's leave them alone Out in the parkin' lot There's a couple of cowboys Puttin' up their dukes But there weren't much to it after both of 'em puked Out in the parkin' lot (Chorus) Now the band is on the bus And they're all loaded up to leave But the drummer's got a girlfriend And she's tuggin' at his sleeve Out in the parkin' lot (Chorus) I'm sittin' on the fender of someone else's truck Drinkin' Old Crow Whiskey and hot 7 Up Out in the parkin' lot |
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| 4:15 |
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When I looked out today
And saw that the sky was gray I thought about the way You loved days like this And driving in to town It really started coming down Bringing me back around To all that I miss It feels like it's rainin' you It feels like it's rainin' you I didn't even run inside Or worry about staying dry Besides there nowhere I can hide From these feeling now Running down my face Takes me to another place I can't think of a better way to drown It feels like it's rainin' you I can't explain it But I am baptized anew It feels like it's rainin' you If I had my way It would do this every day I would never see the sun Because the closest I get To holding you again Is every time that sky opens up It feels like it's rainin' you I can't explain it But I am baptized anew It feels like it's rainin' you It feels like it's rainin' you |
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| 3:49 |
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Long stem things of beauty
Created by the good Lord Cut down in the prime of their lives Boxed up, wrapped in paper Delivered to your front door Just to wind up in your garbage can outside [Chorus] Tell me how many flowers have to die Before you give this love another try I've asked you to forgive me at least 9 dozen times Tell me how many flowers have to die I'm crazy and I'm desperate I had you and I blew it And right now I've got nothing left to lose I've got a Visa in my wallet And I'm not afraid to use it How long the needless violence lasts Is really up to you [Repeat chorus] Stop the senseless killing Can't you hear the roses cry Baby, how many flowers have to die Tell me how many flowers have to die |
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| 3:59 |
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Seasons come and seasons go
One day sun, the next day snow Flowers die and flowers grow But love is never-ending You can't kill it with goodbye It always finds a place to hide Inside your heart for your whole life Love is never-ending [Chorus] When the lights have all gone down It'll still be hangin' 'round Even when you think it's lost, it can still be found When every memory has been made And the pages start to fade And every prayer you ever prayed is heaven bound When you think the ride is over You're back at the beginning Love is never-ending When a man and woman start growin' old The fire of passion may grow cold But what they got still warms their soul Love is never-ending [Repeat chorus] It keeps goin' on and on Long after we're all gone away Time may change what you believe But one day the truth will set you free Just have faith and you will see Love is never-ending Love is never-ending |
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| 0:53 |
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O they tell me of a home far beyond the sky
O they tell me of a land far away O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise O they tell me of an uncloudy day O the land of the cloudless day O the land of the uncloudy day O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise O they tell me of an uncloudy day |
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| 4:07 |
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When I get where I'm going
On the far side of the sky The first thing that I'm gonna do Is spread my wings and fly I'm gonna land beside a lion And run my fingers through his mane Or I might find out what it's like To ride a drop of rain (Chorus:) Yeah when I get where I'm going There'll be only happy tears I will shed the sins and struggles I have carried all these years And I'll leave my heart wide open I will love and have no fear Yeah when I get where I'm going Don't cry for me down here I'm gonna walk with my grand daddy And he'll match me step for step And I'll tell him how I missed him Every minute since he left Then I'll hug his neck (Chorus) So much pain and so much darkness In this world we stumble through All these questions I can't answer So much work to do But when I get where I'm going And I see my maker's face I'll stand forever in the light Of his amazing grace Yeah when I get where I'm going There'll be only happy tears Hallelujah I will love and have no fear When I get where I'm going Yeah when I get where I'm going |
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| 4:13 |
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I remember working on a rooftop
In the hot summer sun all day Now I work two hours a night It feels a lot more like play 'Fore Kenny joined the band He used to hang dry wall Ben worked down at Valentino's So when you see us up here and think Man they're lucky You don't have to tell us 'cause we know [Chorus] Yeah, we're laughing all the way to the bank 'Cause it all just seems so funny A bunch of guys like us In a big tour bus Making that easy money Desperado hauled cattle Grady drove trucks Justin had a hot dog stand Kevin sold records And Brent sold shoes And Gary was a garbage man [Repeat chorus] I used to have an ex-girlfriend That didn't understand She said boy you're going nowhere fast You oughta get a real job Why don't you quit that band Now she can kiss my backstage pass [Repeat chorus 2x] |
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| 3:54 |
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I could've been workin' overtime
Or at home tryin' to make that truck run right Instead of wadin' out in that stream All day long barely catchin' a thing Just me and dad I'm glad he talked me in to that [1st Chorus] It was time well wasted And there's no way I trade a few more dollars in my pocket I could've spent For a day I'll never forget No, I didn't get a thing done But I sure soaked up every minute of the memory we were makin' And I count it all as time well wasted Those leaves were a foot deep in the yard And 'wash me' was written all over the car But watchin' movies all day with you Wasn't on my list of things to do But we laid on that couch Girl, we never left the house [2nd Chorus] It was time well wasted And there's no way I trade a few more things that I could've crossed off my list For a day I'll never forget No, I didn't get a thing done But I sure soaked up every minute of the memory we were makin' And I count it all as time well wasted [Bridge] This world spins too fast if you let it There's always one more thing to do But lookin' back I never have regretted Takin' off early or callin' in sick Or lovin' away a Sunday afternoon [3rd Chorus] It was time well wasted And there's no way I trade a few more dollars or things crossed off my list For a day I'll never forget No I didn't get a thing done But I sure soaked up every minute of the memory we were makin' And I count it all as time well wasted [Tag] I count it all as time well wasted |
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| 16. |
| 3:54 |
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(feat. James Burton, the Kung Pao Buckaroos)
The Grand Old Op'ry Theatre proudly presents: Cornography. Kung Pao! Episode two: The continuing adventures of the Kung Pao buckaroos. The three cowboys needed a place to bed down for the night. So I suggested the establishment of Miss Kitty May, (Or she may not). A former love and a woman of questionable repute. So they walked into the saloon and asked for Miss Kitty. And just then, they heard a voice sayin: "Hi, boys. You lookin' for these." And the littlest cowboy turned around to see two huge 38s pointed right at his face. (Jimmy, you can't say that!) (What? She had huge guns.) Smith and Wesson revolvers. Oh boy, were they loaded. Cornography. She's aiming them right at us. (Softer, George, it's more effective.) She's aiming them right at us. Everybody duck! Not you, Jimmy. You stand up normal. They dropped the money they owed her, an' she bent over to pick it up, And, oh, that moon was beautiful. (Now Jimmy, you can't say that!). Out the window. I couldn't see it till then George: There were mountains in the way. Cornography. "You guys are gonna get in trouble for this." That woman sure chaps my. Ask her out then. I think he's got a little thing for her, George. (Louder, Bill, it's more effective.) I think he's got a little thing for her, George. It's not THAT little. (That was worth a three or four, Bill.) All, right, Jimmy, let's get serious now. So the little cowboy was tryin' not to act too excited. But when I look at a woman that beautiful, it's hard. (Jimmy!!!). What? It's very difficult. I hope they're not recordin' this. Yeah. Ah. Cornography. An' I said: "Little cowgirl, how would you like a little cowpoke?" "Here we go." Ooh yeah. Need a little buckaroo? In your dreams short barrell. Bum chicka bow wow. Oh my God. So the Kung Poo Buck..... So the Kung Pao Buckaroos rode off into the sunset. Tune in next time for more action and romance. Yeah. (Softer, George, it's more effective.) Yeah. |
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| 0:34 |
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