Альбом Lonestar

(Bill LaBounty/Cam King/Rick Vincent)

Why do I do this to myself
Why do I want the one that wants somebody else
Don't you know
I'd get my heartbroke every day if I could

Why do I always take the fall
I'd rather have you hurtin' me than not have you at all
Don't you know
I'd get my heartbroke every day if I could
If I could
Don't you know
I'd get my heartbroke every day if I could

Another night out with the guys
Waiting for my heart to mend
Then you walk back in my life and it falls apart again

Ain't no doctor in this world
Gonna cure what's ailing me
I keep aching for you girl and it's such sweet misery

Why do I do this to myself
Why do I want the one that wants somebody else
Don't you know
I'd get my heartbroke every day if I could

If I could
Don't you know
I'd get my heartbroke every day if I could

Don't you know
I'd get my heartbroke every day if I could
Take it home son

(Bill LaBounty/Chris Waters)

I called about that conversation that I had with you last night
It must have been a combination of shooters and neon lights
And I didn't really mean to say I've been losing it since you left
Yeah I may have said the words, but they came from somewhere else

It was just the tequila talkin'
When I told you I'm still not over you
I get a little sentimental when I've had one or two
And that tear in my eye was the salt and the lime
Not the memory of you walkin'
If I said I'm still in love with you
It was just the tequila talkin'

I don't know what they put in Cuervo that got me to say those things
Usually I wouldn't care so much or make such a scene
But seeing you there in that dress you were wearing just drove me right out of
my head
So don't hold me responsible for anything I might've said

It was just the tequila talkin'
When I told you I'm still not over you
I get a little sentimental when I've had one or two
And that tear in my eye was the salt and the lime
Not the memory of you walkin'
If I said I'm still in love with you
It was just the tequila talkin'
If I said I'm still in love with you

(John Rich/Don Cook/Wally Wilson)

Talk about a sweet situation
Girl you've got me in one
You can lock me in your heart
And throw away the key
We can get a little fire going
Let burn it all night

'Cause I love the way you do that
It makes me want you so bad
And baby you can do that
Anytime at all
Fingers on my skin
Your doing it again
I love the way you do that, do that

If you doubt my love and affection
Girl I'm gonna show you
I ain't holdin' anything back
You can have it all
You're wrapping me around you finger
And I don't want you to stop

'Cause I love the way you do that
It makes me want you so bad
And baby you can do that
Anytime at all
Fingers on my skin
You're doing it again
I love the way you do that, do that

Well I can see it in your eyes
You can probably read my mind
Oh you know just exactly what I want

I love the way you do that
It makes me want you so bad
And baby you can do that
Anytime at all
Fingers on my skin
You're doing it again
I love the way you do that, do that

I love the way you do that
It makes me want you so bad
And baby you can do that
Anytime at all
Fingers on my skin
You're doing it again
I love the way you do that, do that

I love the way you do that
It makes me want you so bad
And baby you can do that
Anytime at all
Fingers on my skin

(Michael Britt/Sam Hogin/Wally Wilson)

Hey Buddy can you get me some faster wheels
I got a heartache nippin' at my heels
I'll be hurtin' if she gets a big head start
First that girl stole my attention
Not to mention all my affection
Now she's running away with my heart

I don't know where she's bound
But I aim to be there when the sun goes down
Do a little catchin' up in the dark
When we're out there under the moonlight
Even when I'm holdin' her tight
She's running away with my heart

No don't tell me 'bout the speed limit
I'll go a million miles a minute
Till I run the wheels right off of this car
I know exactly what I'd be losin'
That's why I'm doin' what I'm doin'
She's running away with my heart

I don't know where she's bound
But I aim to be there when the sun goes down
Do a little catchin' up in the dark
When we're out there under the moonlight
Even when I'm holdin' her tight
She's running away with my heart

(Billy Lawson/Sam Hogin/Wally Wilson)

I held the world in my arms
I threw away the moon for the stars
Couldn't see the forest for the trees
Couldn't see the love in front of me

What would it take to take me back
Rebuild that bridge, retrace my tracks
I would give all I own, for one little stepping stone
What would it take to take me back

I miss waking up with you there
Morning sun bouncing off your hair
And you all tangled up in silk and lace
A masterpiece no one can paint

What would it take to take me back
Rebuild that bridge, retrace my tracks
I would give all I own, for one little stepping stone
What would it take to take me back

(John Rich/Larry Boone/Paul Nelson)

Well you say your daddy is a real cool dude and you keep no secrets from him
Well he knows you got a wild hair knows your kinda out there and knows about
your crazy friends
And he done found out about the night you snuck out with the Cadillac keys
But darlin' does your daddy know about me

Well he knows you been skippin' them Sunday school meetings
He's heard how fast you drive
Knows you got an attitude seen your little tattoo but he lets all that slide
And I bet my boots that he think he knows you from A to Z
But darlin' does your daddy know about me

Well do you think he's got a clue about the things we've been doing underneath
the moon and stars
And how the ground starts shakin' from the poundin' of our hearts
Yeah, like a good daddy should he's warned you about the wolves and told you
about the birds and bees
But darlin' does your daddy know about me

Well do you think he's got a clue about the things we've been doing underneath
the moon and stars
And how the ground starts shakin' from the poundin' of our hearts
Yeah, like a good daddy should he's warned you about the wolves and told you
about the birds and bees
But darlin' does your daddy know about me

(Billy Lawson)

I got a black book full of numbers
All the makings of a real hot summer
Radio cranked up a rockin'
A week's pay burning a hole in my pocket

I got everything I need, almost
Everything I need I'm this close
Everything I need wouldn't you know
The only thing I lack is you and a ragtop Cadillac

I got my new boots off of layaway
It's Friday night and I'm ready to play
It's full of quarters for the telephone 
A '65 chevy from a friend on loan

I got everything I need, almost
Everything I need I'm this close
Everything I need now wouldn't you know
The only thing I lack is you and a ragtop Cadillac

I got everything I need, almost
Everything I need I'm this close
Everything I need wouldn't you know
The only thing I lack is you and a ragtop Cadillac
You and a ragtop Cadillac

(Sam Hogin/Phil Barnhart/Mark D. Sanders)

She said "It's just a woman thing" and pulled out of the drive
I said not to worry I'm an understanding guy
I've heard that when you love someone you gotta let 'em go
She hollered "When I find myself you'll be the first to know"
Ooh no news

I learned to do the laundry, feed the cat, and clean the house
I promised to be patient while she worked her problems out
When she packed her bags, her destination wasn't clear
But I sensed that her intentions were honest and sincere
Ooh no news

She could telephone, tell a friend, tell a lie about where she's been
Send a pigeon, send a fax, write it on a post-it pad
Send a signal up in smoke, tap it out in Morse Code
I'd prefer a bad excuse to no news

Her mama's been a little vague as to her whereabouts
Her sister says "I'm certain your romance is headed south"
I don't have a single doubt that she's still in love
My level of anxiety is just a product of
Ooh no news

She could telephone, tell a friend, tell a lie about where she's been
Send a pigeon, send a fax, write it on a post-it pad
Send a signal up in smoke, tap it out in Morse Code
I'd prefer a bad excuse

She missed her bus, missed her plane, surely this can be explained
Lost her car at the mall, got locked in a bathroom stall
Joined the cult, joined the klan, on the road with Pearl Jam
Buried with The Grateful Dead, came back as a Parrot Head
Got derailed, got de-iced, offered as a sacrifice
FBI, CIA, if they've seen her they ain't saying
No news

(Chick Rains)

Joe Bob was as rough as they come and prone to blow his stack
Kenny Dean was in the suicide scene and sneakin' behind Joe's back
Sneakin' around with Joe's girl June she liked the boys in the band
And when they all got together on Saturday night it was easy to understand why

They called it Saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
There's drinking and dancing to the music of Bobby Lee and The Blackjacks
It was Saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
If you was looking for some trouble you could find it I guarantee

Now the owner of the place was a man named Jack and he wouldn't take talking
back
He was married to a woman named Mae she took up the slack
He knocked ya out and she'd drag ya out and leave ya in the parking lot
And when you'd wake up in the mornin' with a busted head you're just happy that
was all you got

Come Saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
There's was drinking and dancing to the music of Bobby Lee and The Blackjacks
It was Saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
If you was looking for some trouble you could find it I guarantee 

Well the night that Joe Bob found out that Kenny Dean was sneakin' around with
June
He caught Bobby Lee in the band in the middle of an old Hank William's tune
Bobby Lee cried out your cheatin' heart that was just the spark it took
And when the fighting got started everybody took part and that whole damn
building shook

Till the sheriff came out and he stopped the bout hauled everybody to jail
When the judge saw the blood and the chewed up ears he turned a whiter shade of
pale
He said good God ya'll what's happened here somebody started World War III
Kenny Dean just grinned the best he could and said your Honor it seems to me
like it was just another

Saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
They was drinking and dancing to the music of Bobby Lee and The Blackjacks
It was Saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
If you was looking for some trouble you could find it I guarantee

Saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
They was drinking and dancing to the music of Bobby Lee and The Blackjacks
It was Saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
If you was looking for some trouble you could find it I guarantee

(Richie McDonald/Kyle Green)

Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail
Six cowboys and one old man in another day of hell
Chuckwagon lagging behind from the strain of a broken wheel
The only thing to look forward to was a campfire and a meal

Asleep beneath an open sky with just the stars above their heads
A saddle for a pillow and some sagebrush for a bed
Waking up tomorrow was merely done by chance
Back when the west was wild and cowboys didn't dance

When cowboys didn't dance
Didn't wear designer shirts
When their hearts were filled with memories
Their bodies filled with hurt
They would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glance
Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn't dance

More coffee from an old tin cup, more sweat upon the brow
Another day of chasing that same old lonely cow
With every new horizon began a brand new day
Thirteen hundred miles to go as they slowly made their way
Across the plains of Texas and through the Colorado snow
Final destination Blackfoot, Idaho

When cowboys didn't dance
Didn't wear designer shirts
When their hearts were filled with memories
Their bodies filled with hurt
They would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glance
Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn't dance

When cowboys didn't dance
Didn't wear designer shirts
When their hearts were filled with memories
Their bodies filled with hurt
They would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glance
Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn't dance

Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail