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If they'll play another love song
And if that Miller Highlife light stays dim And if you'll keep my glass full of whiskey I'll whisper words I wish I'd said to him Just ask me to dance all the slow ones Hold me close and take me 'cross the floor I'll gently lay my head on your shoulder And pretend this never happened before I don't want to hear a sad story We both already know how it goes So if you'll be my tall dark stranger I'll be your San Antone Rose I wish I could tell you I love you I wish that he weren't always on my mind I wishes were fast trains to Texas I'd ride and I'd ride, how I'd ride |
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| 2. |
| 3:57 |
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She's a rounder I can tell you that She can sing 'em all night, too She'll raise hell about the slep she lost But even cowgirls get the blues Especially cowgirls, they're the gypsy kind And need their laid on 'em loose She's lived to see the world turned upside down Hitchin' rides out of the blues But even cowgirls get the blues sometimes Bound to don't know what to do sometimes Get this feelin' like she's too far gone The only way she's ever been Lonely nights are out there on the road Motel ceiling stares you down There must be safer ways to pay your dues But even cowgirls get the blues Even cowgirls get the blues sometime Bound to don't know what to do sometimes Get this feelin' like she's too far gone The only way she's ever been Even cowgirls get the blues sometime Bound to don't know what to do sometimes Get this feelin' like the restless wind The only way she's ever been |
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| 3. |
| 3:07 |
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My baby never was the cheatin' kind But it wasn't 'cause the ladies didn't try Now everywhere we go They're walkin' 'round him slow Givin' him a flutter and a sigh Now I got him past that redhead in Atlanta Lord I walked all over that black-eyed cajun queen But outside of Amarillo, he found his thrill, I'll tell you Oh, I lost him to a jukebox and a pinball machine Oh Amarillo what'd you want my baby for Oh Amarillo now he won't come home no more You done played a trick on me ed him in the first degree While he put another quarter Push Dolly and then Porter While he racks up fifty thousand on the pinball machine If we only hadn't stopped in there for coffee If someone hadn't played The Window Up Above He'd still be mine today But he heard those fiddles play One look and then I knew this must be love Oh that pinball machine was in the corner Well he saw the lights and he had to hear 'em ring And he never was the same after he won his first free game Oh I lost him to a jukebox and a pinball machine Oh Amarillo what'd you want my baby for Oh Amarillo now he won't come home no more You done played a trick on me ed him in the first degree While he put another quarter Push Dolly and then Porter While he racks up fifty thousand on the pinball machine Oh Amarillo what'd you want my baby for Oh Amarillo now he won't come home no more You done played a trick on me ed him in the first degree While he put another quarter Push Dolly and then Porter While he racks up fifty thousand on the pinball machine |
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| 4. |
| 3:40 |
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I hear the sound of sorrow in the wind Blowing down from every mile I've ever been Calling me out on some road that just won't end Where the sweetheart rides the rodeo again A thousand nights a thousand towns I took the bows But there is no compensation for me now Out along the highway where the west was won No matter how fast I ride or far I run Waiting for the sweetheart of the rodeo They're comin' down from Tonopah to Tupelo She'll come to town to ride the radio Like she's slidin' down the walls of Jericho There goes the sweetheart of the rodeo I stepped into the light you left behind I stood there where all the world could see me shine Oh I was on my way to you to make you mine But I took the longest road that I could find |
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| 5. |
| 5:17 |
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She arrives in all her splendor Each night at nine o'clock Her chariot is the crosstown bus That stops right down the block Now the old piano minstrel plays her tune as she walks in And the Queen of the Silver Dollar's home again She's the Queen of the Silver Dollar She rules this smokey kingdom Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is her throne Now the jesters flock around her tryina_T to win her favors To see which one will take the Queen of the Silver Dollar home Now her royal dress is satin It's shabby and it's torn The royal jewels are rhinestones The shoes are scuffed and worn Of the many roads she's been down, And the places that she's seen Well they all look at her and say God save the queen Now the Queen of the Silver Dollar Is not as haughty as she seems She was once an ordinary girl with ordinary dreams But there's a man who found her And he brought her to this world He's the one who made a queen of a simple country girl Yes I'm the Queen of the Silver Dollar I rule this smokey kingdom Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is my throne Now the jesters flock around me tryin' to win my favors To see which one will take the Queen of the Silver Dollar home Yes I'm the Queen of the Silver Dollar I rule this smokey kingdom Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is my throne Now the jesters flock around me tryin' to win my favors To see which one will take the Queen of the Silver Dollar home |
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| 6. |
| 3:01 |
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Cowboys and indians and trees he could climb Tomorrow came too fast but he didn't mind The distance was short so light it again It don't take no time to get where I am But one paper kid wasn't really so mean Just a little bit scarred and a little bit green And he'd heard of a place it was legal to dream So he sat with his coffee in a blue Texas wind And he wrote on a rock The one paper kid is rollin'again Driver was drunk or he just didn't see The future is there it'll happen to me And all the time that he wasted was his once again Ah, it never takes long to get where you've been Broken hearts scattered all over the past Old bad memories trying to last Whiskey and women and growing up fast Fussing and loving and itching like grass Hell that one paper kid wasn't really so mean Just a little bit weird cause times were so lean Now he's gone to a place where it's legal to dream No camels no coffe no cold morning winds It was wrote on a rock The one paper kid is rollin' again |
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| 4:21 |
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Roll along, roll on Rose of Cimarron Dusty days are gone Rose of Cimarron Shadows touch the sand and look to see who's standin' Waitin' at your window, watchin' will they ever show Can you hear them calling? You know they have fallen on Campfires cold and dark that never see a spark burn bright Roll along, roll on Rose of Cimarron Dusty days are gone Rose of Cimarron Trails that brought them home echo names the've known Four days high and lonely comin' to you only You're the one they'd turn to, the only one they knew who'd do Ell her best to be around when the chips were down Roll along, roll on Rose of Cimarron Dusty days are gone Rose of Cimarron Shadows touch the sand and look to see who's standin' Waitin' at your window, watchin' will they ever show Roll along, roll on Rose of Cimarron Dusty days are gone Rose of Cimarron |
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| 3:17 |
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Spanish is a loving tongue Soft as music light as spray Was a girl he learned it from Living down Sonora way He don't look much like a lover But he says her love words over Mostly when he's all alone Mi amor mi corazon On the nights that he would ride She would listen for his spurs Throw those big doors open wide Raise them laughing eyes of hers How those hours would get to flyin' All too soon he'd hear her sighing In her little sorry tone Mi amor mi corazon He ain't seen her since that night He can't cross the line you know They want him for a gambling flight Like as not it's better so Yet he's always sort of missed her Since that last sad night he kissed her Lost his heart left her own Adios mi corazon Lost his heart left her own Adios mi corazon |
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| 9. |
| 3:12 |
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Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de Woo - hoo - ooo - oop - i - de - de Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de Yod-el - od-el- lo - ti - de. The cattle are prowlin' the coyotes are howlin' Way out where the dogies bawl Where spurs are a-jinglin', a cowboy is singin' This lonesome cattle call. He rides in the sun 'til his days work is done And he rounds up the cattle each fall Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de Singin' his cattle call. For hours he will ride on the range far and wide When the night winds blow up a squall His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather He sings his cattle call. He's brown as a berry from ridin' the prairie And he sings with an ol' western drawl Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de Singin' his cattle call. |
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| 3:09 |
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For many long years I've played a lone hand I rode my horse in many strange lands Until one day I stopped for awhile For two blue eyes and a sunny smile So howl away you old coyote I hear your sad and lonesome song You're calling me back to old Montana Back to those hills where I belong One day I rode away from home I'm a' traveling back and it won't be long I'll see you again in a little while You're my darling sweet, my welcome smile So howl away you old coyote I hear your sad and lonesome song You're calling me back to old Montana Back to those hills where I belong So howl away you old coyote I hear your sad and lonesome song You're calling me back to old Montana Back to those hills where I belong |
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