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Rita Ballou
She could dance and slow you 'bout, shuffle to some cowboy hustle. How she made them trophy buckles shine, shine, shine. Wild-eyed in Mexican silver, tricking dumb old cousin Willard.
Virginia's Real
Now gents to the middle said a young girls fiddle. And you ain't got nothin' to lose. Allemande right she can play it all night. She can fiddle off the bottom of your shoes.
The Ballad Of Laverne And Captain Flint
Here comes Martha runnin' down the pier. Looks like Captain Flint is here. You get the bow and I get the stern. Lord would you look at that Laverne. Old Flint's got shrimp from the deep blue sea.
That Old Time Feelin'
And that old time feelin' goes sneakin' down the hall. Like an old gray cat in winter, keepin' close to the wall. And that old time feelin' comes stumblin' up the street.
She Ain't Going Nowhere
Standin' on the gone side of leavin'. She found a thumb and stuck it in the breeze. She'll take anything that's goin' close to somewhere. She can lay it down and live it like she'd please.
Instant Coffee Blues
Now he washed all the road dirt. From his face and from his neck. Sat down at her table. And she picked up his check. . And she took him home for reasons.
Desperadoes Waiting For A Train
I played the Red River Valley. He'd sit in the kitchen and cry. Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'. "I wonder, Lord, has every well I've drilled gone dry?".
Don't Let The Sunshine Fool Ya'
Now, me and this friend named, Streetlife Brown. We got a bottle of red and walked downtown. One hand on the jug and one on time. He said, "I bet you a dollar against this next line".
Desperadoes Waiting For A Train
I'd play the Red River Valley. And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry. And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'. And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?".
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