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Up The Creek
02:44
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Up The Creek
I never called you on your birthday ‘cause I spent the night in jail.
I’ve got no money left I drank it all last week.
Trouble tracks me like a hound, stomps my pride into the ground.
Can’t catch a break …….even when I cheat.
From the long arm of the law I get the short end of the stick.
Peace of mind I have but only when I sleep.
If there’s a need to talk to me, there’s just two places I might be.
Look inside the doghouse….. or up the creek.
Up the creek, searchin’ for my four leaf clover.
For a chance to try and turn my life around.
Heaven knows the fix I’m in, never fast enough to win.
Good luck charm can’t be too far from bein’ found.
Ahead of me there lies the low road through the wastelands of despair.
A place where empty souls and hopelessness abound.
Here in comfort I do roam, often enough to call my home.
‘Til the day I find the path to higher ground.
In my shadow there’s a vision of a broken hollow man.
A shameless portrait with a worn out guilty grin.
Good intentions left to die, hard luck rarely passes by.
This stubborn soul ….. ain’t givin’ in.
Up the creek searchin’ for my four leaf clover.
For a chance to try and turn my life around.
Heaven knows the fix I’m in, never fast enough to win.
Good luck charm can’t be too far from bein’ found.
My good luck charm can’t be too far from bein’ found.
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2. |
Brahma Bull Rider
03:46
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Brahma Bull Rider
Faded blue Wranglers, an old Stetson hat.
The grip on his rope – suicide.
And he rides for the buckle, the thrill and his pride.
He’s a cowboy, he’s a Brahma bull rider.
He’s as unique a breed as the bulls he rides and every bit as tough.
No matter which bull he draws he’ll tell you bring him on he can’t get enough.
Each time that Brahma twists and turns his riding arm grips tighter ‘til it burns.
Up on his bull rope, he’s got an iron fist and he won’t let up.
From the first time he laid eyes on the bulls at the rodeo.
A Brahma bull rider, well that’d be the future he’d come to know.
There’s fire in his eyes, pure passion for the ride.
He has a mindset, that there ain’t no bull that can’t be rode.
Brahma bull rider knows, that bull will turn and go, everywhere the wind blows.
To make the ride, he’ll put the fear aside, and then he’ll turn it loose.
Can’t take the thrill higher when, he finds himself, high atop
A short-round black tornado. There’s your Brahma bull rider.
Every now and then a bull rider finds he’s run short of luck.
Dragging like a rag doll, he can’t help himself when he gets hung up.
And who frees him from his rope? The Brahma bull fighters we all know.
They’re working overtime, when duty calls for them to show their stuff.
Few can say, what it’s like in that world he’s living in.
Watch that bull rider, hanging on for eight and you’ll see him grin.
One more white knuckle ride, for a taste of gold belt buckle pride.
Don’t try to change his ways, you’ll sooner rope and tie down the wind.
Brahma bull rider knows, that bull will turn and go, everywhere the wind blows.
To make the ride, he’ll put the fear aside, and then he’ll turn it loose.
Can’t take the thrill higher when, he finds himself, high atop
A short-round black tornado. There’s your Brahma bull rider.
Can’t take the thrill higher when, he finds himself, high atop
A short-round black tornado. There’s your Brahma bull rider.
Tip your hat to……...to that Brahma bull rider.
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3. |
Brand New Shade of Blue
02:41
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Brand New Shade of Blue
She fooled me once, long ago, so long ago.
She seemed the perfect match but how was I to know?
I’d be left standing with my heart out in the cold.
A southbound train through misery to her ways of old.
She’s showin’ her true colors, for too long now to change her tune.
When the sun comes up the rain comes fallin’ too.
She’s showin’ her true colors, every night on through the dew.
And every mornin’ I’m a brand new shade of blue.
I thought she’d change but that turned out, turned out to be.
A reckless mind caught in a hopeless fantasy.
I search my soul to find within me lies the blame.
For tryin’ to hold on to the one too wild to tame.
She’s showin’ her true colors, for too long now to change her tune.
When the sun comes up the rain comes fallin’ too.
She’s showin’ her true colors, every night on through the dew.
And every mornin’ I’m a brand new shade of blue.
She’s showin’ her true colors, for too long now to change her tune.
When the sun comes up the tears comes fallin’ too.
She’s showin’ her true colors, every night on through the dew.
And every mornin’ I’m a brand new shade of blue.
Every mornin’ I’m a brand new shade of blue.
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Honky Tonk in Heaven
04:04
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Honky Tonk in Heaven
Well it’s Friday night and I’m heading out for a Texas honky tonk.
Where that steel guitar and fiddle keep folks on the floor all night long.
Now ‘til closing time we’ll kick it up and have a laugh or two.
Good times enough to last the whole night through.
As time rolls on the by and by gets closer by the day.
I fear not the circumstance when I pack it in and I ride away.
To a better place where happy hour occurs most all the time.
And a barstool waits for me in paradise.
Well there better be a honky tonk, in heaven.
You know eternity, lasts so long.
I’ll be there dancing across the floor, through the peanut shells galore.
With St. Peter checking ID’s at the door.
When I walk into that honky tonk, in heaven.
You can bet I’m gonna saddle up and tie one on.
And sit and toast my passed on redneck friends, and joke about the bitter end.
When we checked out and we bought that train ride in.
Inside those swinging doors there’ll be some folks I’d like to meet.
Like Hank and Buc to name a few, John R., Waylon and #3.
In a smoke filled room I’d shake their hands and shed a happy tear.
Then I’d sit right down and buy those boys a beer.
You can disregard the clock you’ll never hear the words last call.
Mind the cowboy code and belly up for all the tales long and tall.
Past the pearly gates a welcome written in a neon sign,
Says open day and night until the end of time.
Well there better be a honky tonk, in heaven.
You know eternity, lasts so long.
I’ll be there dancing across the floor, through the peanut shells galore.
With St. Peter checking ID’s at the door.
When I walk into that honky tonk, in heaven.
You can bet I’m gonna saddle up and tie one on.
And sit and toast my passed on redneck friends, and joke about the bitter end.
When we checked out and we bought that train ride in.
Well there better be a honky tonk………….in heaven.
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Laid to Rest
03:04
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Laid to Rest
Laid to rest, loneliness, laid to rest.
Checked out and headed west, with hearts untrue.
Past days I’ve paid my debts, look back with no regrets.
Each day I see the sunrise in your eyes of blue.
They say that some wounds won’t heal, yet, time heals all wounds.
Heartache haunts the soul, leaves a weaker heart in ruins.
When true love comes along, it sends the past on the run.
Time holds off tomorrow only for a day.
Laid to rest, loneliness, laid to rest.
Checked out and headed west, with hearts untrue.
Past days I’ve paid my debts, look back with no regrets.
Each day I see the sunrise in your eyes of blue.
There’s only one yesterday. It’s just a memory.
The past is dead and gone, and with it misery.
I’ve waited far too long, to be wrapped up in your arms.
When today becomes tomorrow’s yesterday.
Laid to rest, loneliness, laid to rest.
Checked out and headed west, with hearts untrue.
Past days I’ve paid my debts, look back with no regrets.
Each day I see the sunrise in your eyes of blue.
Tonight I’ll see the sunset in your eyes of blue.
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6. |
That Ain't Country
02:55
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That Ain’t Country
French poodle in the front seat, long black Mercedes Benz.
Mountain bike on a Subaru, celebrating diversity.
Greenpeace and Sierra Club, shutting down the farms from coast to coast.
High tea in the clubhouse, and mainstream Nashville radio.
Well that ain’t country. No mam that ain’t country.
A 3 piece suit and a briefcase, driving in the carpool lane.
Sorry that ain’t country. Afraid that ain’t country.
That ain’t the way that I was raised, no that ain’t country.
Hank Williams and a sawdust floor. Merle, Waylon, and the Man in Black.
An old Ford pickup and a half breed dog named Bill.
Twin fiddles and a steel guitar. A John Deere plowing up a field.
A four wheel drive stuck in the mud and mom’s apple pie.
Now that’s country. Yeah man that’s country.
As country as a fishing hole and a cooler full of beer.
You can bet that’s country. Oh yeah, that’s country.
Now that’s the way that I was raised, yeah that’s country.
Turn that radio off man it’s hurting my ears.
You can call that whatever you like, but, shoot…that ain’t country.
You know this song doesn’t have one rhyme in it?…now that’s country.
Where’s my fishing pole?
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7. |
Time To Get Gone
02:52
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Time to Get Gone
Sante Fe headed southwest 25, Albuquerque, overdrive, loaded up with all I own.
Not slowin’ it down quite near enough to long enough to call anyplace my home.
In my rear view mirror there’s a memory I know will slowly fade away.
I put my foot on the red line and follow that white line to San Antone.
Now it’s time to get gone, with the mornin’ sun.
I’ve done my time while I still can I’m gonna cut and run.
I’ll be movin’ on. The road ahead is long.
It’s a way of life for a ramblin’, travelin’ son of a gun.
Now and then I think I’ll settle down, find a little piece of ground, never be again alone.
Gonna spend my days on through the nights, livin’ right, a life that I’ve never known.
Hidden deep inside of me a cold wind’s blowin’ and I know it’s all in vain.
When that rooster crows you’ll see my taillights headin’ on down the road.
Now it’s time to get gone, with the mornin’ sun.
I’ve done my time while I still can I’m gonna cut and run.
I’ll be movin’ on. The road ahead is long.
It’s a way of life for a ramblin’, travelin’ son of a gun.
Sante Fe headed southwest 25, Albuquerque, overdrive, loaded up with all I own.
Not slowin’ it down quite near enough to long enough to call anyplace my home.
In my rear view mirror there’s a memory I know will slowly fade away.
I put my foot on the red line and follow that white line to San Antone.
Now it’s time to get gone, with the mornin’ sun.
I’ve done my time while I still can I’m gonna cut and run.
I’ll be movin’ on. The road ahead is long.
It’s a way of life for a ramblin’, travelin’ son of a gun.
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Broken Bones, Broken Dreams
I missed the birth of our first child, on the road, runnin’ wild,
Chasin’ gold at every weekend rodeo.
Though my heart was with the ones, back at home, that I loved,
I’d sold my soul like every cowboy I had known.
Been busted up so many times, and seen the sadness in her eyes,
When I come home to mend, so soon she knows I’ll leave.
She’s been down this road before, she can’t take it anymore.
That I’d lay down my reins she still can’t quite believe.
Broken bones, broken dreams, a broken heart, now I see,
This life for her is one of misery and tears.
Now it’s time to saddle down, lay my spurs upon the ground,
Rebuild the bridges I have burned throughout the years.
I told myself there’d come a day, when I could turn and walk away,
Stubborn pride had left me far too slow to learn.
Old belt buckles on the wall, lookin’ back I’d trade ‘em all,
To light the fire of love ‘til now that left me burned.
Broken bones, broken dreams, a broken heart, now I see,
Promises just empty words throughout the years.
Now it’s time to saddle down, lay my spurs upon the ground,
And put an end to my sweet baby’s trail of tears.
And put an end to my sweet baby’s trail of tears.
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9. |
Jimmy Creek Trail
03:51
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Jimmy Creek Trail
Ridin’ out of Maverick Saddle where the cool Mad River runs
We’ll be up on Cougar Mountain with the setting of the sun
Where the forest meets the heavens ‘neath a blue October sky
Daylight slips into the darkness of a Cascade starry night
On Jimmy Creek Trail, that’s where I long to be
Snow covered ground surrounds me in serenity
Leads me to a place where nature casts her spell and sets me free
Jimmy Creek Trail, a piece of heaven meant for me
Jimmy Creek Trail, a piece of heaven sent for me
The gentle whisper of the autumn wind talks with the dyin’ leaves
Many voices of tranquility awake among the trees
I can hear the mountains call my name when ‘er I close my eyes
As I drift off with the memories in my dreams of paradise
On Jimmy Creek Trail, that’s where I long to be
Snow covered ground surrounds me in serenity
Leads me to a place where nature casts her spell and sets me free
Jimmy Creek Trail, a piece of heaven meant for me
Jimmy Creek Trail, a piece of heaven sent for me
Far away, and high above, the world below, this land I love
Keeps my heart and soul in perfect harmony
On Jimmy Creek Trail, that’s where I long to be
Snow covered ground surrounds me in serenity
Leads me to a place where nature casts her spell and sets me free
Jimmy Creek Trail, a piece of heaven meant for me
Jimmy Creek Trail, a piece of heaven sent for me
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Lonely (and Gettin’ More Lonely)
Lonely and gettin’ more lonely, with every beat of my heart.
Deeper in darkness I falter, the longer that we are apart.
Sorrow, hard luck, and misfortunate, linger on hopelessly.
While misery’s dancing with heartache, might be the end of me.
Gone is my baby I know.
There’s nothing I’ve left to lose.
Most certainly.
I will be forever blue.
Lonely and gettin’ more lonely, with every beat of my heart.
Deeper in darkness I falter, the longer that we are apart.
Sorrow, hard luck, and misfortunate, linger on hopelessly.
While misery’s dancing with heartache, might be the end of me.
Just when it seems hope is lost.
And there can be no saving me.
I see your smile.
As I awake from this dream.
Lonely and gettin’ more lonely.
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11. |
Middle of Nowhere
03:42
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Middle of Nowhere
I walk the streets of town getting nowhere - ‘cept older.
Each winter here seems to me a little bit - colder.
It’s a fine line, walking on the edge but not - over.
With the boss man always looking over my shoulder.
This here dead end job’s like a prison wall I can’t - break down.
With every sunrise, I meet another day head on - still bound.
By the hopelessness that drives my soul towards the stone - cold ground.
Can’t slip the chains that bind me here in the middle of nowhere town.
One day I’m gonna wake up, good and fed up, and stick my thumb out in the wind.
I’ll put this world behind me, and try to find me, a descent place worth living in.
I’ll thumb it down the highway, going my way, you know I’m never looking back.
I’ll make up for the hard times, and maybe I’ll find, the peace of mind I never had…
In this middle of nowhere town.
They say hindsight’s 20/20 but it seems – I’m blind.
I don’t learn, from my mistakes, I’m going out of – my mind.
I try to change my ways but everyday becomes the same – old grind.
Stuck in a rut for sure, and that’s where I’ve been for too long a time.
How I wound up here don’t matter I’ve just got to get – away.
No holding back, I’m gonna go for broke and make a – clean break.
For my sanity and state of mind I now see that I – can’t stay.
In this mixed up town in the middle of nowhere another day.
Today is when I wake up, good and fed up, and stick my thumb out in the wind.
And put this world behind me, and try to find me, a descent place worth living in.
I’ll thumb it down the highway, going my way, you know I’m never looking back.
I’ll make up for the hard times, and maybe I’ll find, the peace of mind I never had…
In this middle of nowhere town.
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12. |
Let it Ride
03:05
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Let it Ride
Lay your money down and watch the ponies run
Hope you’re in the money when the day is done
You’ll settle down and let your thoughts while away
If lady luck will finally come your way
You play the hand you’re dealt and buddy hold your ground
If your head’s in the game no bluff will take you down
Winnings in your hand weigh heavy on your mind
Do you walk away, or do you let it ride
Just let it ride, when you feel inside
That you know it’s your time to win
You know you’ve gotta hide, hide the fear inside
That the odds will beat you in the end
If you let it ride……will you let it ride
Watch your back make good the promises you keep
Beware the consequence of getting in too deep
Playing horses cards and dice consumes your life
You can’t walk away, better let it ride
Just let it ride, when you feel inside
That you know it’s your time to win
You know you’ve gotta hide, hide the fear inside
That the odds will beat you in the end
If you let it ride……just let it ride
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13. |
The Unknown Soldier
04:11
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The Unknown Soldier
They placed a wreath upon my grave, today, in Arlington.
To pay respect to those like me who gave it all.
So many lying here with me defended the land we call the free,
Home of the brave, with God we rest in peace.
So easily forgotten, men like these, your lives go on.
Passing day by day, without a care where your freedoms come from.
Take a look around this hallowed ground, you’ll see the price we’ve paid.
Such sacrifice, don’t let it be in vain.
They were called to arms, made a valiant stand, there was fighting all around.
When the smoke cleared, there they lie upon the ground.
Still Old Glory stands flying proud above this land from sea to sea,
Bow your head to pray, for our fallen soldiers.
Bow your head to pray, for the unknown soldier.
Ten thousand soldiers, bless their souls, at rest in Normandy.
Many more took their last breath in lands you’ll never see.
So little now is asked of you, to pause reflecting on their fate.
Unselfishly, they died for freedom’s sake.
We pledged allegiance to red white and blue, eternally.
Vowed to defend, the U.S.A. for our posterity.
There’s an eagle watching o’er our shores, one nation under God,
With liberty, and justice for all.
They were called to arms, made a valiant stand, there was fighting all around.
When the smoke cleared, there they lie upon the ground.
Still Old Glory stands flying proud above this land from sea to sea,
Bow your head to pray, for our fallen soldiers.
Bow your head to pray, for the unknown soldier.
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14. |
50 Years
03:01
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50 Years
50 years, yet time stands still today.
In honor of a love, that was meant to be.
Those 50 years, passed by yet still live on.
For the ages in those golden memories.
50 years ago, a promise that would stand the test of time.
A promise from the heart and worn upon their hands.
Forever carved in stone, devotion true, an oath made under God.
That’s the promise in their golden wedding bands.
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