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Hey baby let's go to Vegas.
Kiss the single life goodbye. Hey baby let's go to Vegas, bet on love, and let it ride. Lyin' on the banks of the river, stars are dancin', Lord it's hot! Holdin' you is what I live for. I just had a crazy thought... Hey baby let's go to Vegas, kiss the single life goodbye. Hey baby let's go to Vegas, bet on love, and let it ride. Find a little wedding chapel, a pair of rings, and a preacher, too. Underneath the neon steeple will take a gamble and say "I do." Hey baby let's go to Vegas, kiss the single life goodbye. Hey baby let's go to Vegas, bet on love and let it ride. Viva Las Vegas! Sparkle and shine, dangerous living, tumbling dice. You're my ace in the hole now, honey, and I'm your Lady Luck. Pack a few things and a little money, and put it in the truck. Hey baby let's go to Vegas, kiss the single life goodbye. Hey baby let's go to Vegas, bet on love and let it ride. Viva Las Vegas! Sparkle and shine, dangerous living, tumbling dice. You're my ace in the hole now, honey, and I'm your Lady Luck. Pack a few things and a little money, and put it in the truck. Hey baby let's go to Vegas, kiss the single life goodbye. Hey baby let's go to Vegas, bet on love and let it ride. Bet on love and let it ride. Bet on love and let it ride |
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Well I went down to the Grundy County Auction,
Where I saw something I just had to have. My mind told me I should proceed with caution, but my heart said go ahead and make a bid on that. And I said, "Hey pretty lady! Won't you gimme a sign? I'd give anything to make you mine, all mine, I'll do your biddin' and be at your beck and call." Yeah I've never seen anyone lookin' so fine, Man I gotta have her, she's a one of a kind. I'm goin' once, goin' twice, I'm sold to the lady in the second row, She's an eight, she's a nine, she's a ten I know. She's got ruby red lips, blond hair, blue eyes And I'm about to bid my heart good-bye! Well, the auctioneer was goin' 'bout a mile a minute. He was taking bids and callin' them out loud. And I guess I was really gettin' in it, 'Cause I just shouted out above the crowd! And I said, "Hey pretty lady! Won't you gimme a sign? I'd give anything to make you mine, all mine, I'll do your biddin' and be at your beck and call." Yeah I've never seen anyone lookin' so fine, Man I gotta have her, she's a one of a kind. I'm goin' once, goin' twice, I'm sold to the lady in the long black dress, Well she won my heart, it was no contest. With her ruby red lips, blond hair, blue eyes Well I'm about to bid my heart good-bye! Yeah, we found love on the auction block and I hauled her heart away. Now we still love to laugh about, the way we met that day! When I said "Hey pretty lady! Won't you gimme a sign? I'd give anything to make you mine, all mine, I'll do your biddin' and be at your beck and call." Yeah I've never seen anyone lookin' so fine, Man I gotta have her, she's a one of a kind. I'm goin' once, goin' twice, I'm sold to the lady in the second row, She's an eight, she's a nine, she's a ten I know. She's got ruby red lips, blond hair, blue eyes And I'm about to bid my heart good-bye! |
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I'm waiting on the green light to make you mine
But your heart's just taking it's own sweet time You want to be sure if you'll sink or swim Well, grab a hold of me and just jump on in You're playing it safe But baby I'll wait chorus: Ooh, whenever you're ready I could be yours in a second or so Ooh, baby come and get me My heart's sitting on go Ooh, it's off to the races All you've gotta do is let me know Ooh, I'm ready and waiting My heart's sitting on go You oughta give in now instead of resisting 'Cause I'm not above a little arm twisting I'm betting it's only a matter of time Before you and me are standing at the finish line You're having your doubts But you'll come around (repeat chorus) You're playin' it safe But baby I'll wait (repeat chorus) |
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| 3:06 |
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Girl you taught me how to hurt real bad
And cry myself to sleep You showed me how this town can shatter dreams Another lesson about a naive fool That came to Babylon And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music And lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs and hillbilly music Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on There ain't no glamor in this tinseled land Of lost and wasted lives And painful scars are all that's left of me But thank you girl for teaching me Brand new ways to be cruel And if I can find my mind now, I guess I'll just leave And it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music And lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs and hillbilly music Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music And lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on |
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I took a double take out on the interstate When I saw her makin' eyes at me So I followed her down - the clubhouse drive Past the pool on the 18th green In the parkin' lot...I said it's mighty hot Maybe I could buy you a beer She said I'm glad you asked...but I'll have to pass Cause only members are allowed in here...and I said Well I'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my drink-in from a dixie cup Yea I'm a bona-fide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub I'm a member of a country club You look so invitin'...thought it might be excitin' For a woman with a limousine To go bouncin around...in a beat up truck With a man...in wore out jeans It's five o'clock before Friday night Here's where the fun begins So don't worry 'bout your reputation Cause you can tell all your friends Well I'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my drink-in from a dixie cup Yea I'm a bona-fide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub I'm a member of a country club Well I'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my drink-in from a dixie cup Yea I'm a bona-fide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub I'm a member of a country club |
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Look at me now
Won't you listen to my heart Cryin' out loud I've been standing in the dark I want someone to show me the way I'm lost on a lonely road There must be a light at the end of the tunnel Before I go out of control I wanna fall in love I wanna feel that rush Runnin' into my heart, shakin' up my soul Feelin' like I've never felt before I wanna fall in love I wanna feel that touch I've only dreamed about it, I've been livin' without it And that ain't good enough I wanna fall in love Somewhere out there Someone else is searchin' like me And I know he must be hurtin' Maybe tonight he's walkin' down The same road I've been takin' And we'll meet up without even talkin' And he'll know what I'm sayin' I wanna fall in love I wanna feel that rush Runnin' into my heart, shakin' up my soul Feelin' like I've never felt before I wanna fall in love I wanna feel that touch I've only dreamed about it, I've been livin' without it And that ain't good enough I wanna fall in love Maybe tonight he's walkin' down The same road I've been takin' And we'll meet up without even talkin' And he'll know what I'm sayin' I wanna fall. . . I wanna fall in love I wanna feel that rush Runnin' into my heart, shakin' up my soul Feelin' like I've never felt before I wanna fall in love I wanna feel that touch I've only dreamed about it, I've been livin' without it And that ain't good enough I wanna fall in love I wanna feel that touch I wanna fall in love I wanna feel that rush |
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I'm getting out of this high-rise penthouse suite Where we pretend life's rosy and sweet I'm going back to the folks that I used to know Where everyone is what they seems to be And these high-class friends that you like to hang around When they look my way they're always looking down I'm tired of spending every dime I make To finance this way of life I've learned to hate I'm going back to a better class of loser This up-town living's really got me down I need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers And who buy their coffee beans already ground You think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine But a better class of loser suits me fine You say the grass is greener on the other side From where I stand I can't see grass at all And the concrete and the steel won't change the way you feel It takes more than caviar to have a ball I'm going back to a better class of loser This up-town living's really got me down I need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers And who buy their coffee beans already ground You think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine But a better class of loser suits me fine You think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine But a better class of loser suits me fine |
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