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© 2013 Woodrow Thomas
I left town many years ago.
I didn’t look back and I didn’t slow.
I found a life so far away,
In a happy home on the lost highway.
Ramblin’ Jack and Woody, too,
Townes Van Zandt, to name a few,
They played their songs along the way.
They built their homes on the lost highway.
Some say the wind is your only friend.
Some say the road will never end.
But I’m here to say, I’m bound to stay.
In a happy home, on the lost highway.
I met a girl and she slowed me down.
She wanted me to stick around.
But that would have to wait for another day,
In a happy home on the lost highway.
You can make a lifestyle out of rock ‘n’ roll.
I know because Neil Young told me so.
It’s better to burn out than to fade away,
In a happy home on the lost highway.
Some say the wind is your only friend.
Some say the road will never end.
But I’m here to say, I’m bound to stay.
In a happy home, on the lost highway.
So hurry sundown, don’t take your time.
The day is done and the night is mine.
I’ll place my head where the angels lay,
In a happy home on the lost highway.
If life becomes too much of a chore,
Then stash the key to your front door.
Get an old guitar and learn to play,
And find your home on the lost highway.
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Hillbilly Town
04:51
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© 2013 Woodrow Thomas
I’m going down to Hillbilly Town. I’m gonna spread myself around.
I’m gonna drink and fight ‘til I hit the ground, in Hillbilly Town.
I’m takin’ my girlfriend when I go, cause she don’t know the things I know.
She might be fun but she’s a little bit slow, in Hillbilly Town.
The sheriff down in Hillbilly Town, will take your shine and pass it around.
Cause that’s just the way that things go down in Hillbilly Town.
If you see me down on the street, standin’ on my own two feet.
I’m just trying to beat the heat, in Hillbilly Town.
They told me not to go up there. But I said that I wasn’t scared.
Cause I’ll do anything on a dare, in Hillbilly Town.
I’m going down to Hillbilly Town. I’m gonna spread myself around.
I’m gonna drink and fight ‘til I hit the ground, in Hillbilly Town.
I met a man who had a key. He said he’d sell that key to me.
He told me it would set me free, in Hillbilly Town.
I took one snort and “YAY - WAHOO”. I knew just what I had to do.
I took off my clothes except my shoes, in Hillbilly Town.
Way up yonder on the mountain top, they make their money from the green-bud crop.
There ain’t no way they’re gonna stop, in Hillbilly Town.
The old bootlegger and the preacher, too, they both have their own jobs to do.
Red River County got nothin’ on you, in Hillbilly Town.
I’m going down to Hillbilly Town. I’m gonna spread myself around.
I’m gonna drink and fight ‘til I hit the ground, in Hillbilly Town.
I’m goin’ down in my beat-up car. Gonna drink my liquor from a Mason jar.
Nobody cares just who you are, in Hillbilly Town.
I’m gonna howl with the wuff and run with the pack,
Gonna beat my woman with a gunny sack.
I won’t care if I never come back, from Hillbilly Town.
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Sugar
04:21
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© 2013 Woodrow Thomas
My sugar cane and my sugar bee, sho do mean the world to me.
There's nothin' that gets me through, like my sugar do.
I don't need to explain, gotta have my sugar cane.
There's nothin' that gets me through, like my sugar do.
Well, my woman suits me fine, gives me sugar all the time.
And there's nothin' that gets me through, like my sugar do.
If you're feelin' kinda down, take your money and lay it down.
Cause there's nothin' that gets you through, like sugar do.
Sugar Daddy, what I say, I need sugar every day.
Cause there's nothin' that gets me through, like my sugar do.
I told my baby to go away, so my side girl could come and play.
And there's nothin' that gets me through, like my sugar do.
In my coffee and in my tea, sugar be the death of me.
And there's nothin' that gets me through, like my sugar do.
It's a bad and bitter world. I got a sweet tooth for my girl.
And there's nothin' that gets me through, like my sugar do.
The Candy Man come around, cause he owns half of this town.
And there's nothin' that gets you through, like your sugar do.
Well a woman keeps me alive. I got to have four or five.
And there's nothin' that gets you through, like your sugar do.
My sugar cane and my sugar bee, sho do mean the world to me.
There's nothin' that gets me through, like my sugar do.
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© 2013 Woodrow Thomas
Can’t you hear the whistle blow, when it’s moanin’ soft & low,
And it blends with the whipporwill’s call?
We’ll all be comin’ home, no more for us to roam,
At the Last Dance, Second Chance Ball.
The sun is goin’ in, but after night, it shines again,
And the ghosts don’t seem scary after all.
A heart that’s left behind, is the only kind you’ll find,
At the Last Dance, Second Chance Ball.
Line up to take the cure, ‘cause it’s a waltz-time for sure,
And we’ll dance away the falters and the falls.
The losers sometimes win,
As the mem’ries come floodin’ in,
At the Last Dance, Second Chance Ball.
Instrumental verse
Line up to take the cure, ‘cause it’s a waltz-time for sure,
And we’ll dance away the falters and the falls.
The losers sometimes win,
As the mem’ries come floodin’ in,
At the Last Dance, Second Chance Ball.
You can roll away the stone, but you’ll still go home alone,
When the bartender cries out, “Last call.”
We’re all just long-lost friends,
Cause we’ll meet here once again,
At the Last Dance, Second Chance Ball.
At the Last Dance, Second Chance Ball.
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Do Wa Diddy
03:11
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© 2013 Woodrow Thomas
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© 2013 Woodrow Thomas
When the lights go down, things don’t look the same.
The familiar shapes we know, take on different names.
But when that happens, Dear, you know I’ll be near,
And it won’t ever take me very long,
And I’ll love you when all the love is gone.
The time that’s passed is gone, and it was a fleeting thing.
The people that we knew and the songs we’d sing.
Life has had its way. The crowd has gone away.
The only thing remaining is this song.
And I’ll love you when all the love is gone.
Open your eyes. This is Love’s reprise.
It’s not time to cry or say goodbye.
Wind your clock again. Set the time once more.
We’ll start the day anew when our feet hit the floor.
You know that it’s been true, I’ve been there for you.
I’ve always had your back, when something’s wrong.
And I’ll love you when all the love is gone.
Open your eyes. This is Love’s reprise.
It’s not time to cry or say goodbye.
When the lights go down, things don’t look the same.
The familiar shapes we know, take on different names.
But when that happens, Dear, you know I’ll be near,
And it won’t ever take me very long,
And I’ll love you when all the love is gone.
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Me and You
04:15
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© 2013 Woodrow Thomas
I wake up every mornin’ with a smile upon my face,
Happy for what the day might bring.
Since I met you, Babe, I’m in a special place,
And I don’t need a thing.
Except for you.... me and you
Some people tie the knot and then go on with their lives,
But they keep somethin’ on the side.
Others just despise their husbands or their wives,
Tryin’ to figure out how to get “untied.”
But not you..... not me and you.
But not you, Babe..... not me and you.
Everybody’s lookin’ for the passion that has died.
Nobody’s usin’ any sense.
Looks like the grass is greener on the other side.
That’s why they go and jump the fence.
But not you..... not me and you.
But not you, Babe..... not me and you.
Instrumental verse
I wake up every mornin’ with a smile upon my face,
Happy for what the day might bring.
I’m so glad to be one of the human race,
And a part of everything.
Along with you ..... me and you.
Along with you, Babe ..... me and you.
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Keep a Combinatin'
04:07
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© 2013 Woodrow Thomas
All around the world, people combinatin’,
Boys and girls, keep a’ combinatin’,
Everyday, people combinatin’,
Cause to know what’s coming, there ain’t no way.
Barrack Obama, keep a’ combinatin’,
Tell yo’ mama, keep a’ combinatin’,
What I say, keep a’ combinatin’,
Cause to know what’s comin’, there ain’t no way.
1-2-3, people combinatin’,
You and me, keep a’ combinatin’
Straight and gay, people combinatin’,
Cause to know what’s comin’, there ain’t no way.
Black and white, people combinatin’
Day and night, keep a’ combinatin’
Above the fray, keep a’ combinatin’
Cause to know what’s comin’, there ain’t no way.
September, October, keep a’ combinatin’,
November, December, keep a’ combinatin’,
April, May, keep a’ combinatin’,
Cause to know what’s comin’, there ain’t no way.
Shake your bones, keep a’ combinatin’,
Take them home, keep a’ combinatin’,
Get down and pray, keep a’ combinatin’,
Cause to know what’s comin’, there ain’t no way.
Sooner or later, keep a’ combinatin’,
My Fender Resonator, keep a’ combinatin’,
It’s what I play, keep a’ combinatin’,
Cause to know what’s comin’, there ain’t no way.
Follow your bliss, keep a’ combinatin’,
You can’t touch this, keep a’ combinatin’,
We’re here to stay, keep a’ combinatin’,
Cause to know what’s comin’, there ain’t no way.
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© 2013 Woodrow Thomas
I’m sittin here like a clueless man,
Waitin’ for the shit to hit the fan.
Listenin’ to the ragtime king,
Hopin’ for a diamond ring.
You might not think I would,
But I clean up pretty good.
It might not mean a thing,
But I’m hopin’ for a diamond ring.
A workin’ man’s got two ways to go.
He can take the high road or one below,
But I’d rather work hard, it’s my belief,
Than to be a beggar or a thief.
From father to son, to the father again,
Some things pass on, like original sin.
But I know what I’m gonna sing,
I’m hopin’ for that diamond ring.
Instrumental verse.
My hands are rough and my back is strong.
I put my hours in all week long.
I take my pay on Friday night,
And I go out and treat myself right.
And on Saturday I stand in line,
Prayin’ that this time is mine.
*With my Lotto tickets I feel like a king.
And I’m hopin’ for that diamond ring.
I’m waitin for a diamond ring.
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Yo También
03:01
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© 2013 Woodrow Thomas
I haven’t had a life of my own since I left you down in San Antone.
And I’m trying hard now to make up for lost time.
It doesn’t matter, it’s nobody’s fault, just like a margarita without any salt.
It all depends upon, if that’s what you like.
Yo tambien, you can count me in.
One more margarita and that senorita will make life much sweeter than sin.
Yo tambien, here we go my friend.
I’m living my life like it was the highlife again.
I’d have to be loco in the cabeza if I rode off across the mesa
And left you here with a cold cerveza in your hand.
But it’s “So long” and “Hasta luego”, I’m bound for Nuevo Laredo.
I won’t be your chihuahua if I can’t be your man.
Yo tambien, you can count me in.
One more margarita and that senorita will make life much sweeter than sin.
Yo tambien, here we go my friend.
I’m living my life like it was the highlife again.
Like the moonlight across the desert sand, like the music across the Rio Grande,
O mamacita, you’re muy bonita to me.
I don’t want to bring you down, like a dead-end job in a border town.
I’d be your muchacho but I’m a borracho you see.
Yo tambien, you can count me in.
One more margarita and that senorita will make life much sweeter than sin.
Yo tambien, here we go my friend.
I’m living my life like it was the highlife again.
I’m living my life like it was the highlife again.
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11. |
Take Me As I Am
05:16
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© 2013 Woodrow Thomas
Wish upon a star at night. Take me as I am.
I won’t fall out of your sight. Take me as I am.
Open up your eyes to see. Take me as I am.
There is no one else for me. Take me as I am.
You have found your Northern Star. Take me as I am.
Now you know just where you are. Take me as I am.
Take me as I am. It’s all that I can do.
I know that I am... the one for you.
Children come and children go. Take me as I am.
But we see what they don’t know. Take me as I am.
Head in clouds and feet on ground. Take me as I am.
Find your way from the “lost and found.” Take me as I am.
Free to give and free to take. Take me as I am.
Love’s a promise we won’t break. Take me as I am.
Take me as I am. It’s all that I can be.
I know that you are... the one for me.
Wish upon a star at night. Take me as I am.
I won’t fall out of your sight. Take me as I am.
Take me as I am.
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