Live at Texas Stadium

Well, I got a bumper sticker on the back of my truck
There ain't another like it cause I had it made up
I can tell who's behind me, they give themselves away
Lay on their horn when they read this phrase

Honk, if you honky tonk, don't if you don't
But, if you do don't you love to
Honk, if you honky tonk

Me and Friday night go hand in hand
Ice cold beer and a swingin' band
A girl on my arm that won't let go
She caught my little sign about a mile ago

Honk, if you honky tonk, don't, if you don't
But, if you do don't you love to
Honk, if you honky tonk

Well, just the other day I was cruisin' through town
Sheriff pulled me over, I thought I had it now
I rolled down my window, he said with a grin
I want one of them stickers or I'm gonna run you in

Honk, if you honky tonk, don't if you don't
But, if you do don't you love to
Honk, if you honky tonk

Honk, if you honky tonk, don't if you don't
But, if you do don't you love to
Honk, if you honky tonk
Honk if you honky tonk

I hear ya honkin', yeah
I'm pullin' over the next honky tonk

- Dean Dillon, Ken Mellons, John Northrup

Nobody saw them running
From 16th Avenue
They never found the fingerprints
Or the weapon that was used
But someone killed country music
Cut out its heart and soul
They got away with murder
Down on music row

The almight dollar
And the lust for worldwide fame
Slowly killed tradition
And for that, someone shouldhang ("Ahh, you tell 'em Alan")
They all say "Not Guilty!"
But the evidence will show
That murder was committed
Down on music row

For the steel guitars no longer cry
And the fiddles barely play
But drums and rock 'n' roll guitars
Are mixed up in your face
Ol' Hank wouldn't have a chance
On today's radio
Since they committed murder
Down on music row

They thought no one would miss it
Once it was dead and gone
They said no one would buy them ol'
Drinkin' and cheatin' songs ("Oh, but I still buy 'em")
Well there ain't no justice in it
And the hard facts are cold
Murder's been committed
Down on music row

For the steel guitars no longer cry
And you can't hear fiddles play
With drums and rock 'n' roll guitars
Mixed right up in your face
Why the Hag wouldn't have a chance
On today's radio
Since they committed murder
Down on music row

Why they even tell the Possum
To pack up and go back home
There's been an awful murder
Down on music row

Nobody saw them running
From 16th Avenue
They never found the fingerprints
Or the weapon that was used
But someone killed country music
Cut out its heart and soul
They got away with murder
Down on music row

The almight dollar
And the lust for worldwide fame
Slowly killed tradition
And for that, someone shouldhang ("Ahh, you tell 'em Alan")
They all say "Not Guilty!"
But the evidence will show
That murder was committed
Down on music row

For the steel guitars no longer cry
And the fiddles barely play
But drums and rock 'n' roll guitars
Are mixed up in your face
Ol' Hank wouldn't have a chance
On today's radio
Since they committed murder
Down on music row

They thought no one would miss it
Once it was dead and gone
They said no one would buy them ol'
Drinkin' and cheatin' songs ("Oh, but I still buy 'em")
Well there ain't no justice in it
And the hard facts are cold
Murder's been committed
Down on music row

For the steel guitars no longer cry
And you can't hear fiddles play
With drums and rock 'n' roll guitars
Mixed right up in your face
Why the Hag wouldn't have a chance
On today's radio
Since they committed murder
Down on music row

Why they even tell the Possum
To pack up and go back home
There's been an awful murder
Down on music row

- Larry Cordle, Larry Shell

Well, I woke up this mornin' looked outdoors
I can tell my milk cow, I can tell by the way she lows
If you see my milk cow please drive her on home
'Cause I ain't had no milk and butter since that cow been gone

Well, you gotta treat me right honey day by day
Get out your little prayer book get down upon your knees and pray
'Cause you're gonna need me, gonna need my help someday
Lord you're gonna be sorry you treated me this a way
Aw, now take it away boy

Sail on, sail on, sail on little gal, sail on
Sail on, sail on, sail on little gal, sail on
You're gonna keep right on to sailing
Till you lose your happy home

Well, good evening don't that sun look good going down
I said, "Well good evening" don't that sun look good going down
And don't that old army cot look lonely
When your lover ain't no place around

Well, I tried everything baby to get along with you
Now I'm gonna tell you what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna stop my cryin' gonna leave you alone
And if you don't think I'm leavin' big momma just count the days I'm gone

You ain't gonna see me
You ain't gonna see my sweet face no more
Lord you gonna be wondering honey
Where in this world I've gone milk cow blues

- Kokomo Arnold

I take off time to time
With those crazy friends of mine
Head out on steel horses
With wheels and we ride

We burn up that road to old Mexico
Blend in with the desert
Just we amigos
And we roll

Cowboys like us sure do have fun
Racin' the wind, chasin' the sun
Take the long way around back to square one
Today we're just outlaws out on the run
There'll be no regrets, no worries and such
For cowboys like us

We talk about livin', babies, and women
All that we've lost and all we've been givin'
We sing about true love, lie about things we ain't done
Drink one more cold one, come mornin' get up
And we roll

Cowboys like us

- Bob DiPiero, Anthony Smith

All my ex's live in Texas
And Texas is the place I'd dearly love to be
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee

Rosanna's down in Texarkana
Wanted me to push her broom
Sweet Eileen's in Abilene
She forgot I hung the moon

And Allison's in Galveston
Somehow lost her sanity
And Dimple's who now lives in Temple's
Got the law looking for me

All my ex's live in Texas
And Texas is the place I'd dearly love to be
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee

I remember that old Frio river
Where I learned to swim
And it brings to mind another time
Where I wore my welcome thin

By transcendental meditation
I go there each night
But I always come back to myself
Long before daylight

All my ex's live in Texas
And Texas is the place I'd dearly love to be
But all my ex's live in Texas
And therefore I reside in Tennessee

Some folks think I'm hidin'
It's been rumored that I died
But I'm alive and well in Tennessee

- Sanger D. Shafer, Linda J. Shafer

[Jimmy:]
Hey, Hey, Good Lookin', whatcha got cookin'
How's about cookin' something up with me

[George Strait:]
Hey, sweet baby, don't you think maybe
We could find us a brand new recipe.

[Alan Jackson:]
I got a hot rod Ford and a two dollar bill

[Clint Black:]
And I know a spot right over the hill
There's soda pop and the dancin's free
So if you wanna have fun come a- long with me.

[Kenny Chesney:]
Say Hey, Good Lookin', whatcha got cookin'

[Toby Keith:]
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me.

[Jimmy:]
Let's stir it up boys.

[Jimmy:]
I'm free and I'm ready
maybe we can go steady

[Clint:]
How's about savin' all your time for me

[Kenny:]
No more lookin',

[Toby:]
I know I've been tooken

[George:]
How's about keepin' steady company.

[Kenny:]
I'm gonna throw my date book over the fence

[Toby:]
And find me one for five or ten cents.

[George:]
I'll keep it 'til it's covered with age

[Clint:]
'Cause I'm writin' your name down on ev'ry page.

[All:]
Hey, Hey, Good Lookin',

[Alan:]
Whatcha got cookin'

[Jimmy:]
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me.

[Clint:]
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me.

[George:]
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me.

- Hank Williams

The lights In the harbor
Don't shine for me
I'm like a lost ship adrift on the sea
Sea of heartbreak
Lost love and loneliness
Memories of your caress
So divine I wish you were mine
Again my dear
I am on this sea of tears
Sea of heartbreak

How did I lose you
Oh where did I fail
Why did you leave me
Always to sail

Oh what I'd give to sail back to shore
Back to your arms once more

Come to my rescue
Come here to me
Take me and keep me
Away from the sea

- Hal David, Paul Hampton

Say if you're South of Oklahoma, east of New Mexico,
West of Louisiana, where Papa Charles always go
We gotta a little place called Texas
Where the women grow on trees
There right there for the pickin' good buddy
Just as easy as a man could please

[Chorus]
Run take a hold
You're gonna get young 'fore ya get old
Those Texas ladies are Texas gold
Kisses that are sweeter than cactus
Take no practice to love yeah

Now there east of Amarillo, a little south of old Dime Box
You can find a Cinderella
Or a genuine Goldilocks
And if ya don't like no love attachments,
If your taste in women gets strange
You could probably find some things to live on,
Down in old La Grange

[Chorus]

You better run tell the world
You gotta have a Lone Star girl
With her cast iron curls
Her aluminum dimples
Cause she's so simple to love

Now she's probably in Dallas, maybe down in old Cowtown
I've heard em tell Texas women
Beat the others lyin' down
I just thought I might tell you
In case you were unaware
'Bout those northeast Texas women
With their cotton candy hair

[Chorus]

You run dig a hole,
You gonna get young before you get old
Now Texas women are Texas gold
Ah there sweeter than cactus

Easy to love, yeah, easy to love
Easy to love

[Chorus]

You run tell the world,
How you'll get Lone star girls
With their cast iron curls,
She's sweeter than cactus
And easy to love

- Willis Alan Ramsey

It's time for a change
I'm tired of that same ol same
The same ol words the same ol lines
The same ol tricks and the same ol rhymes

Days precious days
Roll in and out like waves
I got boards to bend
I got planks to nail
I got charts to make
I got seas to sail

I'm gonna build me a boat
With these two hands
It'll be a fair curve
From a noble plan

Let the chips fall where they will
'Cause I've got boats to build
Sails are just like wings
The wind can make em sing
Songs of life songs of hope
Songs to keep your dreams afloat

I'm gonna build me a boat
With these two hands
It'll be a fair curve
From a noble plan

Let the chips fall where they will
Cause I've got boats to build
Shores distant shores

There's where I'm headed for
Got the stars to guide my way
Sail into the light of day
I'm gonna build me a boat

With these two hands
It'll be a fair curve
From a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will
Cause I've got boats to build

- Guy Clark, Verlon Thompson

Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered in oil
Strummin' my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp hey they're beginnin' to boil

Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault

I don't know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven't a clue

Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I think
Must be Buffet's fault

I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Broke my leg twice I had to limp on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Hang on

Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know this is all Alan's fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know it's our own damn fault

- Jimmy Buffett

[Alan:]
The sun is hot and that old clock,
is movin' slow, and so am I.
Work day passes like molasses,
in winter time, but it's July.

Getting paid by the hour,
and older by the minute.
My boss just pushed me,
over the limit.

I could call him something,
think I'll just call it a day...

Pour me something tall and strong.
Make it a hurricane, before I go insane.
It's only half past twelve. But I don't care,
it's five o'clock somewhere.

This lunch break is gonna take
all afternoon, half the night.
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay,
but, hey, that's all right.

I ain't had a day off now, in over a year.
My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here.
If the phone's for me you can tell them
I just sailed away....

Pour me something tall and strong.
Make it a hurricane, before I go insane.
It's only half past twelve. But I don't care,
it's five o'clock somewhere.

[Instrumental]

I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab,
and be back to work before two.
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder,
what would Jimmy Buffett do.

[Jimmy:]
Funny you should ask Alan, I'd say...
Pour me something tall and strong.
Make it a hurricane, before I go insane.
It's only half past twelve, but I don't care.

[Together:]
Pour me something tall and strong.
Make it a hurricane, before I go insane.
It's only half past twelve. But I don't care,
it's five o'clock somewhere.

[Alan:]
... but he don't care, I don't care.

[Together:]
It's five o'clock somewhere.

[Talking:]

[Jimmy:] What time zone am I on? What country am I in?

[Alan:] It doesn't matter, it's five o'clock somewhere!

[Jimmy:] It's always on time for Margaritaville, come to think of it.

[Alan:] I heard that.

[Jimmy:] You've been there haven't ya?

[Alan:] Yes sir!

[Jimmy:] I've seen your boat there.

[Alan:] I've been to Margaritaville a few times.

[Jimmy:] Alright, that's good.

[Alan:] Stumbled on my way back.

[Jimmy:] OK, well I just want to make sure you keep it between the navigational beacons.

[Alan:] hahaha! Keep it between the bouys. I got it!

[Jimmy:] Alright, well it's five o'clock. Let's go somewhere!

[Alan:] I'm ready. Crank it up!

[Jimmy:] Let's get out of here!

[Alan:] I'm gone!

[Alan:]
The sun is hot and that old clock,
is movin' slow, and so am I.
Work day passes like molasses,
in winter time, but it's July.

Getting paid by the hour,
and older by the minute.
My boss just pushed me,
over the limit.

I could call him something,
think I'll just call it a day...

Pour me something tall and strong.
Make it a hurricane, before I go insane.
It's only half past twelve. But I don't care,
it's five o'clock somewhere.

This lunch break is gonna take
all afternoon, half the night.
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay,
but, hey, that's all right.

I ain't had a day off now, in over a year.
My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here.
If the phone's for me you can tell them
I just sailed away....

Pour me something tall and strong.
Make it a hurricane, before I go insane.
It's only half past twelve. But I don't care,
it's five o'clock somewhere.

[Instrumental]

I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab,
and be back to work before two.
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder,
what would Jimmy Buffett do.

[Jimmy:]
Funny you should ask Alan, I'd say...
Pour me something tall and strong.
Make it a hurricane, before I go insane.
It's only half past twelve, but I don't care.

[Together:]
Pour me something tall and strong.
Make it a hurricane, before I go insane.
It's only half past twelve. But I don't care,
it's five o'clock somewhere.

[Alan:]
... but he don't care, I don't care.

[Together:]
It's five o'clock somewhere.

[Talking:]

[Jimmy:] What time zone am I on? What country am I in?

[Alan:] It doesn't matter, it's five o'clock somewhere!

[Jimmy:] It's always on time for Margaritaville, come to think of it.

[Alan:] I heard that.

[Jimmy:] You've been there haven't ya?

[Alan:] Yes sir!

[Jimmy:] I've seen your boat there.

[Alan:] I've been to Margaritaville a few times.

[Jimmy:] Alright, that's good.

[Alan:] Stumbled on my way back.

[Jimmy:] OK, well I just want to make sure you keep it between the navigational beacons.

[Alan:] hahaha! Keep it between the bouys. I got it!

[Jimmy:] Alright, well it's five o'clock. Let's go somewhere!

[Alan:] I'm ready. Crank it up!

[Jimmy:] Let's get out of here!

[Alan:] I'm gone!

- Jim Brown, Don Rollins

Here's my keys
I want you to take them
I think I'm gonna need you, to get back home
Hold on to my hat, I dont want to loose it
I couldnt stand for something else to be gone
I'm sure you know the reason I'm here cryin
I think you'll understand why

Tonight
I'm the designated drinker
I just lost
The one who wrapped me 'round her finger
I need to get
To where I can't think of her
So, tonight
I'm the designated drinker

I came here, to get you to help me
I need a friend, to see me through
I hated to call, I knew you wouldn't mind at all
I know you know
I 'd do the same for you
I'm not the kind that likes to drown my sorrows
I may hate myself tomorrow

But Tonight
I'm the designated drinker
I just lost
The one who wrapped me 'round her finger
I need to get
To where I can't think of her
So, tonight
I'm the designated drinker

We need to get
To where we can't think of her
So, tonight
We're the designated drinkers

Woah tonight
We're the designated drinkers

- Alan Jackson

I've had some fond memories of San Angelo,
I've seen some Beauty Queens in El Paso.
Yeah, the best lookin' Women I've ever seen,
Have all been in Texas, and all wearin' jeans.

I'm a Country Plowboy, not a Urban Cowboy,
And I don't ride Bulls but I have fought some men.
Drive a pickup truck, trust in God and luck,
And I live to love Texas Women.

Well, I thought I'd seen Beauty in Faraway Places,
'Till I looked upon those Dallas faces.
Spent Hollywood nights up in Beverly Hills,
But they weren't nothin' like one night down in BROWNSVILLE.

I'm a Country Plowboy, not a Urban Cowboy,
And I don't ride Bulls but I have fought some men.
Drive a pickup truck, trust in God and luck,
And I live to love Texas Women.

I'm a pretty fair judge of the opposite sex,
But I ain't seen nothin' that will touch 'em yet.
They may be from Waco, or out in Lampassas,
But one thing about it, they all have Nice Asses.

I'm a Country Plowboy, not a Urban Cowboy,
And I don't ride Bulls but I have fought some men.
Drive a pickup truck, trust in God and luck,
And I live to love Texas Women.

Yeah, I'm a football fan, not a soccer man,
And my arms are red and so is my blood.
And they make it boil with their soft Texas Drawl,
And I love 'em all, Texas Women...

Aha...

- Hank Williams, Jr.

There are stars in the southern sky
Southward as you go
There is moonlight and moss in the trees
Down the seven bridges road.

--- Instrumental ---

Now, I have loved you like a baby
Like some lonesome child
And I have loved you in a tame way
And I have loved you wild.

Sometimes there's a part of me
Has to turn form here and go
Running like a child from these warm stars
Down the seven bridges road.

There are stars in the southern sky
And if ever you decide you should go
There is a taste of time sweetened honey
Down the seven bridges road...

- Steve Young

Well I was rollin' wheels and shiftin' gears
'Round that Jersey Turnpike
When Barney stopped me with his gun
Ten minutes after midnight
Said sir you broke the limit in this rusty ol' truck
I don't know about that accent son
Just where did you come from

I said where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from, tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from

Well I was south of Detroit City
I pulled in this country kitchen
To try their brand of barbecue
The sign said finger-lickin'
Well I paid the tab and the lady asked me
How'd you like my biscuit
I'll be honest with you ma'am
It ain't like mama fixed it

'Cause where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin'
Where I come from, tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from

I was chasin' sun on 101
Somewhere around Ventura
I lost a universal joint and I had to use my finger
This tall lady stopped and asked
If I had plans for dinner
Said no thanks ma'am, back home
We like the girls that sing soprano

'Cause where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sitiin'
Where I come from, tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from

Well I was headed home on 65
Somewhere around Kentucky
And the CB rang for a bobtail rig
That's rollin' on like thunder
Well I answered him and he asked me
Aren't you from out in Tulsa
No, but you might'a seen me there
I just dropped a load of salsa

Where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin'
Where I come from, tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from

Where I come from yeah
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta back porch pickin'
Where I come from, tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from
Where I come from

Yeah where I come from
A lotta front porch sittin'
Starin' up at heaven
Where I come from
Where I come from
Tryin' to make a livin'
Oh where I come from
Where I come from

- Alan Jackson