| Angelina
Dance |
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V1
When the cowboys would come to dance, she’d
always lead ‘em on
They all thought that they had a chance to take
Angelina home
Why else would a beautiful woman hang out in a
border bar
Dancin’ for tips swaying her hips to the
sad guitar. |
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V2
With her right hand above her head, her left hand
fans her skirt
The sorrow in her eyes mistaken as a way to flirt
Her little girl smile wasn’t for them; but
the money they’d spend
Dancing away she’d always pray for each
night to end |
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| CHORUS |
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She’d change her dollars into
pesos across the bridge at dawn
Her two young sons and her mother waiting for
her at home
El lobo esta en la puerta since her man’s
been gone
She’s their only chance, Angelina Dance |
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V3
Cantina closes at 4:00 am and Sundays are the
worst
She hurries clutching her rosary, takes her boys
to church
When her man died everyone cried, but if they
only knew
What she has to face soap can’t erase
En fru ow azul |
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| CHORUS |
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Angelina Dance |
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| The
Beaches of Cheyenne |
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V1
They packed up all his buckles, shipped his saddle
to his dad
By the way the house looked, she must have took
it bad.
The workers came on Monday to fix the door and
patch the walls
They say she just went crazy, the night she got
the call. |
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V2
He was up in Wyoming, drew a bull no man could
ride
He’d promised her he’d turn out, well
it turned out that he lied
And all the dreams that they’d been livin’
in the California sand
Died right there beside him in Cheyenne. |
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CHORUS
They say she just went crazy screamin’ out
his name
She ran out into the ocean and to this day they
claim
You can go down by the water and see her footprints
in the sand
Every night she walks the Beaches of Cheyenne. |
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V3
They never found her body, just the diary by her
bed
That told about the fight they’d had and
the words that she had said.
When he told her he was ridin’, she said,
then I don’t give a damn
If you never come back from Cheyenne. |
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| CHORUS |
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Bridge
Nobody can explain it, some say she’s still
alive
They even claim they’ve seen her on the
shoreline late at night
And if you go down by the water, you’ll
see her footprints in the sand.
Cause everynight she walks the Beaches of Cheyenne |
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Yes every night she walks the Beaches of Cheyenne. |
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| Fort
Worth, Texas |
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They sing songs about Chicago all
the time
San Francisco and New York, they’re all
fine!
But there’s a song that’s written
on this heart of mine
About a town, the best around! Let me tell ya! |
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Fort Worth, No words could tell
its worth
Fort Worth, Texas, Best town on earth.
It’s Up Town and it’s Down Town and
it’s Cowtown too.
And there’s no where like people there say,
Howdy Doo, Glad to see you
Fort Worth, Texas is western swing, it’s
Van Cliburn and fiddle strings
It’s everything I want and when I want to
settle down
Fort Worth, Texas, That’s my town.
Fort Worth, Texas, That’s my town! |
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Fort Worth, Texas is ridin’
broncs
Warm hearts, cold beer and honky tonks.
It’s cowboy tales, the Chisholm Trail and
memories
Bob Wills Music and Bill Mack Symphonies
Let me tell ya!
Fort Worth, Texas is Bar-B-Que, Amon Carter and
T.C.U.
It’s great and let me state, there ain’t
no other place around
Like Fort Worth, Texas, That’s my Town.
Fort Worth, Texas, That’s my Town! |
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| Beaches
of Cheyenne |
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V1
Packed up all his buckles, and shipped his saddle
to his dad
By the way the house looked, she must have took
it bad.
The workers come on a Monday, fix the door and
patch the wall
They say she just went crazy, the night she got
a call. |
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V2
He was up in Wyoming, and drew a bull no man could
ride
promised her he’d turn out, well it turned
out that he lied
And all the dreams that they’d been livin’
in the California sand
Died right there beside him in Cheyenne. |
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CHORUS
They say she just went crazy screamin’ out
his name
She ran out into the ocean and to this day they
claim
You can go down by the water and see her footprints
in the sand
Every night she walks the Beaches of Cheyenne. |
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V3
They never found her body, just her diary by her
bed
That told about the fight they’d had and
the words that she had said.
When he told her he was ridin’, she said,
then I don’t give a damn
If you never come back from Cheyenne. |
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| CHORUS |
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Bridge
Nobody can explain it, some say she’s still
alive
They’ve even claimed they’ve seen
her on the shoreline late at night
if you go down by the water, you’ll see
her footprints in the sand.
Cause everynight she walks the Beaches of Cheyenne |
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Yes every night she walks the Beaches of Cheyenne. |
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| I’m
Thinkin’ It |
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V1
There is nothin’ like the secret
Tween me and my girl
Cause we can take it with us
Anwhere in the world
And even if we can’t be together
We can still be thinkin’ it |
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V2
It always seems to happen
When were out in a crowd
Somebody might hear us
If we say it too loud
So she just looks up with those big blue eyes
And says hey daddy, I’m thinkin’ it |
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We’ve got somethin’
special
That nobody else knows
And it’s good and it’s sweet
And it’s true
We’re crazy ‘bout each other
And I reckon it shows
Just look how I’m lookin’ at you |
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V3
It might seem like risky business
Even singin’ this song
Someone could learn the words
And then they’d sing it along
But they still don’t know our secret
Cause we ain’t said it
But we’ve been thinkin’ it |
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| Late
Night Swingin’ |
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V1
My blue heeler dog and my black lab pup
Came runnin’ out to greet me as I pull up
They root around the floor board
And finish off some day old fries
It’s 5:00 am and I’m cravin’
some sleep
Been runnin’ wide open for a couple of weeks
And those kids will probably wake me
Bout the time I close my eyes. |
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V2
But me and the band finally got us a hit
Tonight we had ‘em screamin’
Wantin’ us not to quit
So we played ‘em Amarillo by Mornin’
And called it a night
Loaded our gear and then we hit the road
Bob Kingsley played our song on his countdown
show
Now we really think we’re something
And we’re hopin’ that we’re
right. |
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| CHORUS |
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This late night singin’ seems
a lot like rodeo
I know how much I’ll bring home if I don’t
go
But I get a check so don’t that make me
a pro
Who knows
Cause after I’ve paid all my dues
And everybody I owe
Where’s it go
This late night singin’ seems a lot like
rodeo. |
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V3
We’ll get on a roll
Where we can’t do nothin’ wrong
Hail every single not of every other song
Be makin’ all that money
Never think we’ll see another broke day
But somehow that roll
Always ends too soon
And we’re just about as good
As our last good time
But, hey we ain’t complainin’
Ain’t nobody out there makin’ us play. |
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| CHORUS |
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Tag
My blue heeler dog and my black lab pup
Came runnin’ out to greet me
As I pull up |
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| Only
in Texas |
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V1
Boot wearin’, calf ropin’, cattle
ranchin’, gate openin’
Buckle wearin’, BBQuein’, beer-drinkin’,
pig roastin’
Hay balin’, friendly drivin’, fiddle
playin’ son of a gun. |
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V2
Double hockin’, steer tripin’, washer
pitchin’, cow tippin’
Snake shootin’, juke boxin’, honky
tonkin’, Haggard listenin’
Church goin’, ‘W’ votin’,
proud of where they’re from. |
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Texas, only in Texas
There’s pride in the eyes of the ones
Who wear that Brand
Cause it’s a whole nother country
Between the red and the Rio Grande
Yeah, we’ve got it all
Only in Texas. |
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V3
Horse haulin’, bronc bustin’, bull
ridin’, trail dustin’
Barrel racin’, bull doggin’, hats
Stetson, boots Justin
Rodeoin’, wrangler wearin’, spur jinglin’,
real cowhand. |
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Beef eatin, cattle grazin, two steppin’,
steer hazin’
Chip kickin’, chili cookin’, Lone
Star appreciation
Pistol packin’, deer trackin’, Alamo
rememberin’ land. |
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We’ve got it all only in Texas. |
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| Swingin
Till We Can’t See Strait |
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V1
I get honky tonk crazy with a fire I can’t
put out
Someone call the fireman, he’ll know what
it’s about
When you’re unwound and thinkin’ easy
come easy go’
Or you want to hear pure country, he’s your
ace in the hole. |
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V2
He learned somethin’ special from Bob Wills
to King of Swing
Right or wrong and lefty’s gone, we love
to hear him sing.
Don’t leave your Baby Blue a sittin’
in the chair
You’ll be an overnight success if you take
your baby where |
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CHORUS
They’ll be swingin till they can’t
see Strait
When it’s dance time in Texas
Cross my heart, I think it’s great
Nobody in his right mind line dances in this state
They just swing until they can’t see Strait. |
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V3
It’s a fool hearted memory
To think Fort Worth won’t cross my mind
I’ll be down and out cause it ain’t
cool to think about the time
When he hangs up his hat and steps down from the
stage
Where the sidewalk ends and the cowboy rides away. |
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Nobody in his right mind line dances in this state
We just swing until we can’t see Strait. |
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| Time
tequilalime |
It was the Stamford
round-up you know how hot that is
I drawed an old bronc his name was geewiz
He was actin real good sittin quiet in the chute
In my mind I was already countin the loot
Then they opened that gate and I was on my own
Bells started ringing like a telephone
The next thing I remember there was a light in
my face\
Getting stitches in places I didn’t know
I had a place |
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She was pretty I mean so pretty
it hurt
I musta been dumber than dirt
We had everything perfect all out ducks in a row
Take a perfect fool to let all that go
When she slammed that door now I was on my own
Just me and my disconnected telephone
I remember thinking this is so insane
Ain’t bleeding this time but there’s
a lot more pain |
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Now too much medication has the
opposite affect
Instead of feeling good you feel wrecked
Do not operate machinery don’t drive your
car
A little bit more you might forget where you are
When you open that bottle son you’re on
your own
Be sure to save some quarters for the telephone
And you can hold that shot glass up to your ear
Hear poncho villa’s whole gang laughing
loud and clear |
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My friend you can get your cure
Down at the honky tonk pharmacy
It’s tried and true FDA approved
Only takes two or three
It’ll make a bullet in the gut feel like
a paper cut
You’ve seen it in the western movies
A little time tequila and lime
Will take care of your misery |
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| Tucumcari
Woman |
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V1
Tucumcari woman, in your Tucumcari clothes
You’ve got eyes as soft as moonlight, lips
like petals of a rose.
Tucumcari, Tucumcari, Tucumcari Woman
I want to carry you home. |
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V2
I’m a bronco buster, and I hail from Abilene
Traveled from Hell to Hollari, but you’re
the first one that I’ve seen
That I’d marry, yea I’d marry
Tucumcari Woman, I want to carry you home. |
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V3
Tucumcari Woman, is your answer yes or no
Got to leave tonight for Texas
For that Fort Worth rodeo
Tucumcari, Tucumcari, Tucumcari Woman |
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V4
Tucumcari Woman, well I guess I’d better
go
Guess your heart’s been roped and branded
By some lucky Navajo
Tucumcari, Tucumcari, Tucumcari Woman
Guess I’ll be ridin’ alone
Tucumcari Woman, wish I could carry you home. |
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| Viva
La Cowboy |
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V1
I hear a lot of talk about him dyin’, they’re
callin’him a vanishing breed
They sing them sad songs ‘bout how we done
him wrong
As if he’s faded into history.
Well, let me tell you somethin’ for certain
one thing that I know for a fact
They ain’t exactly droppin’ the curtain
on a way of life that’s way intact. |
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CHORUS
So, viva la cowboy, long live his kind.
Here’s to the ranchers and the wranglers
and the rodeo hands
and all the generations standing in line.
They can roll with the punches, they can weather
the change
So viva la cowboy; he’s still got a home
on the range. |
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V2
Hollywood is still shootin’ westerns, pick
up trucks are still haulin’ hay
Pro Bull Riders Only ain’t a club for the
lonely
and there’s thousands in the PRCA.
You won’t find ‘em on the endangered
species
They ain’t protected anywhere that I know
And they’re still makin’ ‘em
as tough and as bronky
As they did in yesteryears ago. |
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| REPEAT CHORUS |
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| Wolves |
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January’s always bitter
But Lord, this one beats all
The wind ain’t quit for weeks now
And the drifts are ten feet tall
I been all night drivin’ heifers
Closer in to lower ground
Then I spent the mornin’ thinkin’
‘Bout the ones the wolves pulled down |
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Charlie Barton and his family
Stopped today to say goodbye
He said the bank was takin’ over
The last few years were just too dry
And I promised that I’d visit
When they found a place in town
Then I spent a long time thinkin’
‘Bout
the ones the wolves pull down |
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Lord, please shine a light of hope
On those of us who fall behind
And when we stumble in the snow
Could you help us up while there’s still
time |
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Well, I don’t mean to be complainin’
Lord
You’ve always seen me through
And I know you got your reasons
For each and every thing you do
But tonight outside my window
There’s a lonesome, mournful sound
And I just can’t keep from thinkin’
‘Bout the ones the wolves pull down |
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Oh Lord, keep me from bein’
The one the wolves pull down |
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| Full
Moon Turnaround |
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Load up the truck with the kids
and your honey
Cover a dish you don’t need no money
It’s Saturday night but you don’t
have to go to town
Follow the moon and the hound dogs bayin
Listen to the tune that the fiddles’ playin
That’s where they’re doin the full
moon turnaround Chorus
There ain’t no such thing as strangers
Everybody here’s just friends and neighbors
You don’t have to call nobody up just
come on down
Take off your blues and throw em in the corner
What chew got to lose if you stay a little longer
Stay all night and do the full moon turnaround
There’s lemonade fried chicken and gravy
Old folks dancing with little bitty babies
Clappin their hands and toe tappin on the ground
Nothing in the world I’d rather be doin
Callin the old steps make up a new one
Might as well call it the full moon turnaround
Chours
Tag
Take off your blues throw em in the corner
What chew got to lose if you stay a littly longer
Stay all night and do the full moon turnaround |
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| I’m
the One to Call |
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Hey it was cool at night and we
were sittin alone at the table
She’s actin quiet and shy I got to thinking
willin and able
But when she started to speak to say the least
Hey I lost my place in line
She had my undivided it was all decided when she
spoke her mind
Chorus
She said if your pie needs cutting or your dog
needs to go huntin I’m the one to call
If you’ve got brush to burn or money to
earn, I’m the one you oughta hall
If you’ve got memories to shake or a back
that aches
Hey I can rub em both right outta your mind
If you’ve got trouble cookin grits or a
hair to split I’m the one to find Some
people tells it like it is, some people tells
it like they wished it was
Some people tell you the truth some might lie
just because
But when a women bears her soul it’s something
to behold
And she can tell it like it’s never been
said
I still wake up each evening with these words
repeatin in my head
Chorus
She said if your pie needs cutting or you dog
needs to go huntin, I’m the one to call
If you’ve got brush to burn or money to
earn, I’m the one you oughtta hall
If you’ve memories to shake or a back
that aches
Hey I can rub em both right outta your mind
If you’ve got trouble cookin grits or
a hair to split I’m the one to find |
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