Written by Barbara Vaughan and W.S. Stevenson

Come on babe get with the jive
Lets let em' know that we're alive
Until the break of dawn
We'll yell for more, more, more
Gonna rip it up an tear it down
Get in the groove and paint the town
Gotta lot of rhythm in my soul

(Chorus)
Well now, baby baby let's go tonight
Together you and me
Baby baby when ya hold me tight
Oo wee whatcha do to me
The big black hands on the clock
Tell me that it's time to rock
Gotta lot of rhythm in my soul

Big Bad beat with a crazy bop
When the lights are low an the musics hot
Dance from 2 ta 3 and then a half past 4
When that sun peeks over the hill
I won't stop I'll be rockin' still
Gotta lot of rhythm in my soul

(Repeat chorus 2x)

Written by Harlan Howard and Hank Cochran

I fall to pieces
Each time I see you again
I fall to pieces
How can I be just your friend

You want me to act like we've never kissed
You want me to forget, pretend we've never met
And I've tried and I've tried but I haven't yet
You walk by, and I fall to pieces

I fall to pieces
Each time someone speaks your name
I fall to pieces
Time only adds to the flame

You tell me to find someone else to love
Someone who'll love me, too, the way you used to do
But each time I go out with someone new
You walk by and I fall to pieces

(I fall to pieces)
Each time someone speaks your name
(I fall to pieces)
Time only adds to the flame

You tell me to find someone else to love
Someone who'll love me too, the way you used to do
But each time I go out with someone new
You walk by and I fall to pieces

Written by Wayne Walker and Webb Pierce

If you got leavin' on your mind
Tell me now, get it over
Hurt me now, get it over
If you got leavin' on your mind

If there's a new love in your heart
Tell me now, get it over
Hurt me now, get it over
If there's a new love in your heart

Don't leave me here, in a world
Filled with dreams that might have been*
Hurt me now, get it over
I may learn to love again

(Repeat second verse)

Hurt me now, get it over
If there's a new love in your heart

 

Written by C.C. Beam, C.L. Jiles and W.S. Stevenson


Let the teardrops fall
You said you wasn't gonna call
You didn't love me at all
So let the teardrops fall
Since you've been gone
I've been so blue
And I spend my time
Just a-thinkin' of you

Well I sit here at home
By my telephone
Hopin' you'll change your mind
Well it's you I dream of
And I need your love
So tell me you'll be mine

'Cause the sun doesn't shine
And the moon it won't glow
And these lonely nights
All pass too slow
Sweet memories
I still recall
But I miss you so
So let the teardrops fall

(Repeat last two verses)

Written by Don Gibson

Sweet dreams of you
Every night I go thru
Why can't I forget you and start my life anew
Instead of having sweet dreams about you

You don't love me, it's plain
I should know I'll never wear your ring
I should hate you the whole night thru
Instead of having sweet dreams about you

Sweet dreams of you
Things I know can't come true
Why can't I forget the past, start loving someone new
Instead of having sweet dreams about you

 

South of the Border, Down Mexico way
That's where they fell in love when stars above came out to play
And now as they wander, their thoughts ever stray
South of the border, down Mexico way

She was a picture in old Spanish lace
Just for a tender while
He kissed the smile
Upon her face
For it was "Fiesta" and they were so gay
South of the border, down Mexico way

Then she sighed as she whispered "Manana"
Never dreaming that they were parting
And he lied as he whispered "Manana"
For that tomorrow never came

South of the border, he rode back one day
There in a veil of white
By candlelight
She knelt to pray
The mission bells told him that he mustn't stay
South of the border, down Mexico way

Ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay-ay
Ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay-ay

 

I go out walkin'
after midnight,
out in the moonlight
just like we used to do
I'm always walkin'
after midnight searchin' for you.

I walk for miles,
along the highway,
well that's just my way,
of sayin I love you.
I'm always walkin' after midnight
searchin' for you.

I stop to see a weepin' willow
cryin' on his pillow,
maybe he's cryin' for me,
and as the skies turn gloomy,
night winds whisper to me,
I'm lonesome as I can be

I go out walkin' after midnight,
out in the moonlight,
just hopin' you may be somewhere a walkin'
after midnight searchin' for me

I stop to see a weepin' willow
cryin' on his pillow,
maybe he's cryin' for me,
and as the skies turn gloomy,
night winds whisper to me,
I'm lonesome as I can be

I go out walkin' after midnight,
out in the starlight,
just hopin' you may be somewhere a walkin'
after midnight searchin' for me

 

Written by Willie Nelson


Crazy
I'm Crazy for feeling so lonely
I'm crazy
Crazy for feeling so blue

I knew
You'd love me as long as you wanted
And then someday
You'd leave me for somebody new

Worry
Why do I let myself worry
Wond'rin'
What in the world did I do

Oh! Crazy
For thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for tryin'
I'm Crazy for cryin'
And I'm crazy
For lovin' you

(Repeat last verse)

 

Written by: Floyd Tillman

Some other world has all the sunshine
Cause there's no sunshine in mine
Out of the darkness came thunder and rain
Leavin' my dreams all in vain
Some other world there sleeps my darlin'
There where the skies are always blue
Why don't they take me out of this world
And let me find my sunshine with you


Some other world there sleeps my darlin'
There where the skies are always blue
Why don't they take me out of this world
And let me find my sunshine with you

 

Written by Hank Cochran

I've got your picture
That you gave to me
And it's signed with love
Just like it used to be
The only thing different
The only thing new
I've got your picture
She's got you

I've got the records
That we used to share
And they still sound the same
As when you were here
The only thing different
The only thing new
I've got the records
She's got you

CHORUS:
I've got your memory
Or, has it got me
I really don't know
But I know, it won't let me be

I've got your class ring
That proved you cared
And it still looks the same
As when you gave it, dear
The only thing different
The only thing new
I've got these little things
She's got you

REPEAT CHORUS

REPEAT LAST VERSE

 

Written by Willie Nelson, Walter Breeland, and Paul Buskirk

When the evenin' sun goes down
You will find me hangin' 'round
Oh, the night life, it ain't no good life
But it's my life

Many people just like me
Dreamin' of old used-to-be's
Oh, the night life, it ain't no good life
Ah, but it's my life

Listen to the blues that they're playin'
Listen what the blues are sayin'

Life is just another scene
In this old world of broken dreams
Oh, the night life, it ain't no good life
But it's my life

Oh, the night life ain't no good life
Oh, but it's my life

Yeah, it's my life

 

Tribute albums are fraught with peril: "Barry Manilow does Frank Sinatra," "The Castaway Strings do Peter, Paul & Mary/"Law of Inertia does Smashing Pumpkins." There's pretense in the conceit, and more than a little hubris. Think Bobby Darin's "If I Were a Carpenter." Or just think Bobby Darin. But "Dear Patsy" is less a tribute to the late heavyweight, Patsy Cline, than it is to Montana Rose itself—a band that in its 17 years of existence has become as legendary in its home state, as Cline was in Nashville, "Dear Patsy" is simply the group's best album— and given the range and quality of MR's previous efforts, that's high praise.

Claudia Appling Williams, the rose in Montana Rose, deftly plays Patsy in "Dear Patsy," and though her voice holds none of the truck stop throatiness of Cline's, she interprets standards such as "Walking after Midnight," "I Fall to Pieces," "Sweet Dreams" and others with an erotic tenderness that's less country than it is late-night hip. This is an album lounge lizards will love. Kenny Williams ditches the strings and Jordanaire-style back­ups of Owen Bradley's productions in favor of Claudia's vocal pyrotechnics and Rick Winking's multi-layered guitar work, which runs the gamut from rockabilly to Reinhardt to roadhouse swing. (If there's a better guitarist in Montana, I don't know him.) Kenny's acoustic-bass work has an East Coast feel to it. It moves past Nashville's Bob Moore, who backed Cline, in the direction of Oscar Peterson's and Ella Fitzgerald's Ray Brown.

Norman Mailer once wrote that to understand a coun­try one must understand its music. Montana Rose Country is the mountain west, and in its six earlier albums and "Dear Patsy," MR aptly defines that region's contradictions: village culture versus city morality (or its lack), cowpoke fervor versus hipster lassitude, small town permanence ver­sus jetsetter transience. Claudia, who's pledged time in Nashville, defines her moment in citybilly music as precisely as Patsy defined hers. In fact, as these tracks confirm, she's the superior vocalist. Her interpretations of lyrics Patsy sang (or, as with "Nightlife" and "Some Other World," might have sung) are smarter and farther reaching. Astride Rick's and Kenny's mind-boggling arrangements, she ren­ders "I Fall to Pieces," "She's Got You," and—dare I say it—"Crazy/' better than the originals.

It's hard to find fault with this album. Perhaps the Mexican kitsch of "South of the Border" travels a bit far— but, again, Rick's Spanish guitar riffs and Claudia's wistful tremolos save the track. The Hawaiian steel-guitar work of "Some Other World" surprises then seduces with its weird island counterpoint. And "Nightlife," despite Claudia's remark that "It pretty much captures the feelings of any musician I know," seems a bit of a chestnut. Better, Sam Cooke's "Fool's Paradise." But these are small quibbles with an album that from its first to its fourteenth listening never fails to deliver. Montana Rose has given us a classic. One could not ask for a finer tribute to Cline's memory or to MR's ever-expanding legacy.

—Toby Thompson