Kevin Welch

I don’t want nobody, better off alone.
I’m sworn independent, my heart is made of stone.
But you’re breakin’ on through.
Oh, there’s somethin’ ‘bout you.

I’ve been tappin’ my toes, to the way you talk.
I’ve been singin’ along, when I watch the way you walk.
Baby, I gotta choose.
Oh, there’s somethin’ ‘bout you.
Well, I’ve got this place of mine.
It’s nice and quiet and I like it fine.
I work real hard, got no time for you.
But, I’ll whiskey up my coffee cup.
I’m sittin’ here tryin’ not to call you up.
It’s getting’ to where I don’t know what to do.
Oh, there’s somethin’ ‘bout you.

Somethin’ ‘bout you like distant thunder.
I can’t say I ain’t been warned.
Oh, but there’s no shelter to crawl under
That’s ever gonna keep me from this storm.

Ah, there’s somethin’ ‘bout you baby, I can’t shake.
Somethin’ ‘bout you that’s been keepin’ me awake.
The whole night through, Oh there’s somethin’ ‘bout you.

 

Scott (Tex) Tucker

Now there’s a dream that I have of you.
You still tell me, that your love is true.
And it’s just like it used to be.
Me lovin’ you and you lovin’ me.
Oh, now there’s a dream.

Now there’s a dream you never said goodbye.
You never walked away, there’s no tears to cry.
And I never wake up alone.
And I never wait by the phone.
Now there’s a dream.

Now there’s a dream that I hold
Now that I’m not holdin’ you.
There’s a dream that gets me through the night.
Now there’s a dream I know a love
I only knew with you.
There’s a dream where you still hold me tight.

Now there’s a dream, there’s a fact.
Life goes on and you can’t go back.
But for a while every night
We’re still together, and everything’s all right.
Now there’s a dream.

Kieran Kane

Someday I’m gonna leave this dirty little town.
Where the talk is cheap on the dirty little streets.
And the trees are dyin’ underneath a sky that’s purple and brown.
You can’t drink the water, can’t breathe the air.
If you go out at all, oh you better take care.
People packin’ heat on the mean old streets of this dirty little town.

I’ve been savin’ my money each and every day.
Every dollar I make, I put a nickel away.
Five little pennies don’t seem like much.
Maybe twenty more years and I’ll have enough.

‘Cause, someday I’m gonna leave this dirty little town.
Where the talk is cheap on the dirty little streets.
And the trees are dyin’ underneath a sky that’s purple and brown.
You can’t drink the water, can’t breathe the air.
If you go out at all, oh you better take care.
People packin’ heat on the mean old streets of this dirty little town.

Folks ‘round here say I’ll never go.
But there’s somethin’ about me that they don’t know.
I’ve already left this place in my mind.
‘Til my body goes it’s just a matter of time.

Richard Dobson

Small indiscretion, will teach you a lesson.
Go looking for trouble, it’ll fink you one night.
When friendly persuasion leads to temptation.
And a danger is gained between husbands and wives.

And the honky tonk angels so fine in the night glow
Are subject to fadin’ in the dawn’s early light.
That good looking cowboy pulls on his jeans.
Leaving you to decide what’s wrong and what’s right.

You may think she don’t know, you may think it don’t show.
You might buy some time with sweet talking lies.
Measure for measure, you’ll pay for your pleasure.
That’s the way it goes down between husbands and wives.

And it might be a mistake,
And it may come to heartbreak.
That’s the way it goes down,
Between husbands and wives.

Buck Buchanan and Kenny Williams

The desert sun is sinking.
Neon jewels light up this house of sin.
I can’t help but thinking
I’m heading down that lost highway again.

At first I tried to blame you.
Not the wicked reckless life I chose.
Now all I’ve done is shame you.
But you’re not to blame and God in heaven knows
I’m not ready
I’m not ready
I’m not ready
You know that I’m no stranger
To the lying, hurting, cheating side of town.
But I never saw the danger.
Now it’s too late to turn my life around.

Now I’ve nothing left to live for
I never thought you’d go but now you’re gone
The life we shared was worth more than all the liquor, cigarettes and heartache songs

Peter Rowan

Cool springs flow from San Antone to Austin, Texas.
Sangre de Cristo hot springs New Mexico.
Mission bells are ringing over in el barrio.
While in the darkness lovers whisper soft and low.

Mi corizon, we’re like a joker moon.
Mi amor, don’t say this is the end, for it’s too late to pretend.
Come on and break my heart.
Come on and break my heart again.

Lay your tousled head upon my shoulder.
Let us lie awake and love away the darkness until dawn.
This over flowing feeling deep inside you
Sings of promises I’ll keep within my heart
When you are gone.

When I awoke I found I am dreaming
Of a tenderness beyond all broken vows.
You’re a mystery that goes beyond all seeming.
Oh how I long to hold you here and now.

Michael Henderson and Wally Wilson Colgems

Look at all the people dancin’ while the guitars play.
I could sit and hold your hand until the break of day.
But I’m leaving it up to you.
I got the will, I got the way and the want to.

Look at all the people dancin’ while the guitars play.
I could sit and hold your hand until the break of day.
But I’m leaving it up to you.
I got the will, I got the way and the want to.

Got to be a billion stars out there tonight.
Let’s find a place where they’re all shining bright.
I just wanna be alone with you.
I got the will, I got the way and the want to.
Nobody else gets to me like you do.
Ready or not, I’m layin’ it on you.
I got the will, I got the way and the want to.

Even though I never talked to you this way,
Baby, in my heart I mean every word I say.
‘Cause I’m fallin’ in love with you.

I got the will, I got the way and the want to.
Nobody else gets to me like you do.
Ready or not, I’m layin’ it on you.
I got the will, I got the way and the want to.

Steve Earle

The old man loaded up everything that he owned
On a wagon and headed out west.
The old woman fearlessly faced the unknown
‘Cause she figured he knew what was best.
And then they settle down hard on a government grant
With six mouths to feed and forty acres to plant.

And the rain came down.
Like an angel comin’ down from above.
And the rain came down.
Well it’ll wash you away but there ain’t never enough.

Fall turned to winter, another year gone.
Over and over again.
Some took the life from the land and moved on.
Some stayed on and plowed it back in.
And the good Lord He giveth and He taketh away.
And the restless shall go and the faithful shall stay.

Well my granddaddy died in the room he was born in
Twenty two summers ago.
But I could have sworn he was beside me this mornin’
When the sheriff showed up at our door.
So don’t’cha come around here with your auctioneer man.
You can have the machines but you ain’t takin’ my land.

And the rain came down.
Like an angel comin’ down from above.
And the rain came down.
Well it’ll wash you away but there ain’t never enough.

Buddy and Julie Miller

I’ll be your Mr. If you’ll be my Mrs.
And I’ll trade you lovin’ for your tender kisses.
I’ll be your darlin’ if you’ll be my baby.
‘Cause I love you honey and I don’t mean maybe.

Well I used to play around like love was a toy.
‘Til you made a man out of a little boy.
I don’t know how but you changed my mind.
Now all I wanna do is just walk that line.

I’ll be your Mr. If you’ll be my Mrs.
And I’ll trade my lovin’ for your kisses.
I’ll be your darlin’ if you’ll be my baby.
‘Cause I love you honey and I don’t mean maybe.

Well I got a ring let’s set a date.
We’ll get a preacher and a wedding cake.
I don’t wanna be free I wanna get tied down.
Marry me girl and let’s go to town.

Hand Cochran

Your hand is like a torch, each time you touch me.
That look in your eye pulls me apart.
Don’t open the door to Heaven, if I can’t come in.
Don’t touch me if you don’t love me, sweetheart.

Your kiss is like a drink when I’m thirsty.
Oh, and I’m thirsty for you with all my heart.
But don’t love me, then act as though we’ve never kissed.
Oh, don’t touch me if you don’t love me, sweetheart.

Now don’t give me something
That you might take away.
To have you then lose you
Wouldn’t be smart on my part.

Don’t open the door to Heaven if I can’t come in.
Don’t touch me if you don’t love me, sweetheart.

Mike Beck and Ian Tyson

Colors wash on adobe, mixed with salty sea air
Filtered though red wood and oak tree,
Hits the Santa Luchia standin’ there.
Vaqueros trot into the plaza, guitars build and sway.
Horses and rawhide and silver slide and spin in a timeless display.

And Joe Moura told the story, color and glory
In the California hills he rode through, dappled green and gold.
Ayayayayayayay In old California.

Senoritas in hand woven colors, scarves framed faces of brown
Danced at the mission fiesta, laugh and sing, twirl ‘round and ‘round.
The ancient roar of the ocean, grapes they ripen on the vine.
Foggy arroyos and canyons, freighters anchored off the coastline.

And Joe Moura told the story, color and glory
In the California hills he rode through, dappled green and gold.
Ayayayayayayay in old California.

In the missions out by Monterey, there molded in the wood and bronze.
Joe Moura’s vision of yesterday, Old California lives on.

Kenny Williams

Waltz with me, baby, from Malta to Mexico.
Drift with me, darlin’, down the wild Yellowstone.
Reach out and hold me on a full moon night.
Waltz with me, baby, across the Big Sky.

Waltz with me, baby, on the 4th of July,
With fiddles and fireworks that light up the sky.
Higher and higher ‘til it feels right.
Waltz with me, baby, across the Big Sky.

Waltz with me, baby, in a quiet little bar,
Where the jukebox is playing our favorite song.
Lipstick and whiskey, soft neon lights.
Waltz with me, baby, across the Big Sky.

Waltz with me, baby, on a cold winter’s morn.
We’ll be dancing like snowflakes on the edge of the storm.
Ride the storm with me all through my life.
Waltz with me, baby, across the Big Sky.