Somewhere Down in Texas

If the whole world was a honky-tonk,
And it revolved around an old jukebox,
We'd tell our troubles to the Bar,
Over cryin' steel guitars,
And soon, they'd all be gone.
Yeah, if you asked me what I thought,
I'd say: "We'd be better off,
"If the whole world was a honky-tonk."

You could smoke that cigarette,
An' be politically incorrect.
Show off that red 'round your neck...
Not hear a single soul object.
Wouldn't need no lawyers to decide,
Who is wrong and who is right.
No need for big expensive trials...
Brother, we'd just step outside.

If the whole world was a honky-tonk,
And it revolved around an old jukebox,
We'd tell our troubles to the Bar,
Over cryin' steel guitars,
And soon, they'd all be gone.
Yeah, if you asked me what I thought,
I'd say: "We'd be better off,
"If the whole world was a honky-tonk."

Wouldn't have to pay no tax...
Just set a tip jar in the back.
If we ran low, we'd pass the hat...
I bet we'd all be in the black,
If the whole world was a honky-tonk.

[Instrumental Break]

And if you're lookin' love...
Someone to heal that broken heart.
Hey, buddy, you'd be in half.
You wouldn't have to go that far.

If the whole world was a honky-tonk,
And it revolved around an old jukebox,
We'd tell our troubles to the Bar,
Over cryin' steel guitars,
And soon, they'd all be gone.
If you asked me what I thought,
I'd say: "We'd be better off,
"If the whole world was a honky-tonk."

Life would be a three-chord song,
And the king would be George Jones,
If the whole world was a honky-tonk.

[Instrumental Fade]

- Bryan Simpson, Ashley Gorley, Wade Kirby

I been on the road now dang near all my life...
An' I do love to sing a song.
I can say I've worked hard, put in my time...
Now it's time to go home.
And catch up on my chores...
Watch the sunset from my porch.

I'll be somewhere down in Texas if you're lookin' for me,
Drinkin' in that great wide-open... soakin' up the summer breeze.
Kickin' back an' settled in with my family.
I'll be somewhere down in Texas if you're lookin' for me.

That's where I got started, where I was born an' bred...
It's the fire inside of me.
I couldn't have imagined this Texas highway led,
Far beyond my wildest dreams.
But I'll turn out the lights tonight,
An' say goodnight, but not goodbye.

I'll be somewhere down in Texas if you're lookin' for me,
Drinkin' in that great wide-open... soakin' up the summer breeze.
Kickin' back an' settled in with my family.
I'll be somewhere down in Texas if you're lookin' for me.

I made so many friends,
Hope we meet someday again...
Till then...

I'll be somewhere down in Texas if you're lookin' for me,
Drinkin' in that great wide-open... soakin' up the summer breeze.
Kickin' back an' settled in with my family.
I'll be somewhere down in Texas if you're lookin' for me.

- Dana Hunt Black, Tim Ryan Rouillier, Charlie Black

I left, out of Tucson, with no destination in mind.
I was runnin' from trouble and the jail-term the Judge had in mind.
And the border meant freedom, a new life, romance,
And that's why I thought I should go,
And start my life over on the seashores of old Mexico.

My first night in Juarez, lost all the money I had.
One bad senorita made use of one innocent lad.
But I must keep on runnin'; it's too late to turn back:
I'm wanted in Tucson, I'm told.
Yeah, an' things'll blow over on the seashores of old Mexico.

Two Mexican farmers en route to a town I can't say,
Let me ride on the back of a flatbed half-loaded with hay.
Down through Durango, Colima, Almiera,
Then in the Manzanillo,
Where I slept in the sunshine on the seashores of old Mexico.

After one long siesta, I came wide awake in the night.
I was startled by someone who shadowed the pale moonlight.
My new-found companion, one young senorita,
Who offered a broken hello,
To the gringo she found on the seashores of old Mexico.

She spoke of Sonora and swore that she'd never return,
For her Mexican husband, she really had no great concern.
Cause she loved the gringo, my red hair and lingo:
That's all I needed to know.
Yeah, I found what I needed on the seashores of old Mexico.

Yeah, she loved the gringo, my red hair and lingo:
That's all I needed to know, ha, ha.
Yeah, I found what I needed on the seashores of old Mexico.

- Merle Haggard

Hope is an anchor
And love is a ship
Time is the ocean
And life is a trip
You don't know where you're goin'
'Til you know where your at
And if you can't read the stars
Well, you'd better have a map
A compus and a conscious
So you don't get lost at sea
Lonesome old lonely island
Where no one wants to be

From the beginning of creation
I think our maker had a plan
For us to leave these shores
And sail beyond the sand
And let the good light guide us
To the waves and the wind
To the beaches in a world
Where we've have never been
And we'll climb upon the mountain y'all
We'll let our voices ring
And those who've never tried it
They'll be the first to sing

Oh, my, my
I'll see you on the other side
If I make it
And it might be a long hard ride
But I'm gonna take it
Sometime it seems that I don't have a prayer
Let the weather take me anywhere
But I know that I want to go
The streets are gold 'cause you'll be there
Oh, my, my

You don't bring nothin' with you here
And you can't take nothin' back
I ain't never seen a hearse with a luggage rack
So I've torn my knees a-prayin'
Scared my back from fallin' down
Spent so much time flyin' high
'Til I'm face first in the ground
So if you're up there watchin' me
Would you talk to God and say
Tell him I might need a hand
To see you both someday

Oh, my, my
So, I'll see you on the other side
If I make it
And it may be a long hard ride
But I want to take it
Sometime it seems that I don't have a prayer
Let the weather take me anywhere
But I know that I want to go
Where the streets are gold
'Cause you'll be there (you'll be there)
Oh, my, my
'Cause you'll be there (you'll be there)
Oh, my, my

- Cory Mayo

I been watchin' you watchin' her watchin' herself in the mirror,
In her tailor-made dress an' her long blonde hair,
An' her big diamond rings... her custom-made shoes.
And I can by the look on your face that you're makin' your move,
But she hasn't got time for a man who's tongue-tied.
An' she doesn't like cowboys an' thinks less of fools.

So, boy, don't you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman.
She'll cut up your heart like an' old credit card,
When the fun and the money runs out.
I've never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred,
High-tone woman sink as low as you.

Hey, I'm on your side; don't go gettin' me wrong, now...
You're not a bad fellow at all.
But you're out of her league so stay in the bleachers...
Son, you couldn't please her if you had it all.

So, boy, don't you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman.
She'll cut up your heart like an' old credit card,
When the fun and the money runs out.

You're a fool if you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman. (I seen her.)
I've seen her cut up a heart like an' old credit card,
When the fun and the money runs out.
I've never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred,
High-tone woman sink as low as you.

Oh no, I've never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred,
High-tone woman sink as low as you.

- Leslie Satcher, Tim Ryan Rouillier

I've got some good news, can't wait to tell you.
I realised I missed you, since we've been apart.
I just needed time,
To make up my mind,
But I'm in love with you with all my heart.
I've got some good news.

I got some bad news, I don't know how to break to you.
I found someone new since we been apart.
I had too much time,
An' he took you off my mind,
An' I'm in love with him with all of my heart.
I got some bad news.

An' I guess all is fair in love an' war...
Someone wins,
But someone wins more.
You never know what time will do.
All I know is I've got some good news.
I've got some bad news.

- Dean Dillon, Dale Dodson, Lee Ann Womack

I woke up this mornin',
Peaked out my door...
It was rainin', cold an' grey.
It's my one day off... I was gonna play golf.
There goes the plans that I made.
Oh, but you won't hear me complain.

An' oh, what a perfect day for lovin' you.
When you're in my arms, I've got sunshine,
An' the sky's always blue.
Couldn't ask for better weather,
To do what I do...
Oh, what a perfect day for lovin' you.

So let's go grab a blanket,
An' a hot cup of coffee,
And sit out on the front porch and swing.
That look in your eyes is what's on my mind...
We don't have to say anything.
Let's just listen to that old tin roof sing.

An' oh, what a perfect day for lovin' you.
When you're in my arms, I've got sunshine,
An' the sky's always blue.
Couldn't ask for better weather,
To do what I do...
Oh, what a perfect day for lovin' you.
Oh, what a perfect day for lovin' you.
For lovin' you.

- Monty Holmes, Buddy Brock, Jeff Silvey

There wouldn't be no Alamo,
No Cowboys in the Superbowl...
No "Lonesome Dove", no "Yellow Rose",
If it wasn't for Texas.

I wouldn't be a Willie fan.
Nobody'd swim the Rio Grande.
I wouldn't be an American,
If it wasn't for Texas.

Fort Worth would never cross my mind,
An' there'd be no Austin City limits sign.
No Lonestar of any kind.
If it wasn't for Texas.

[Instrumental break]

I'd never've gone to Tennessee,
To sing my songs an' chase my dreams.
Only Heaven knows just where I'd be,
If it wasn't for Texas.

Fort Worth would never cross my mind.
There'd be no Austin City limits sign.
An' no Lonestar of any kind.
If it wasn't for Texas.

It made me the man I am...
Thank God for my old stompin' ground.
I wouldn't be standin' right here, right now,
If it wasn't for Texas.
If it wasn't for Texas.
If it wasn't for Texas.

- Steven Dale Jones, Phillip White

I know the end is near...
I've seen the warning signs.
Been preparin' myself,
Layin' in supplies.
I bought a case of Jack,
A boxed-set of Merle...
I'm gettin' ready,
Ready for the end of the world.

I'm gettin' ready for the end to come...
That final hour it all comes undone.
An' she drops the bomb...
An' says he ain't my girl.
I'm gettin' ready,
Ready for the end of the world.

My neon shelter waits,
Where I can go to hide.
While the memories burn,
I'll be safe inside.
With the honky-tonk few,
Bracin' for the worst...
I'm gettin' ready,
Ready for the end of the world.

I'm gettin' ready for the end to come...
That final hour it all comes undone.
An' she drops the bomb...
An' says he ain't my girl.
I'm gettin' ready,
Ready for the end of the world.

Yeah, I'll be ready...
Ready for the end of the world.

- Clint Daniels, Tony Martin

He wondered how she'd take it when he said goodbye
Thought she might do some cryin' lose some sleep at night
But he had no idea, when he hit the road
That without him in her life, she'd let herself go

Let herself go on a singles cruise
To Vegas once, then to Honolulu
Let herself go to New York City
A week at the Spa, came back knocked-out pretty
When he said he didn't love her no more
She let herself go

She poured her heart an' soul into their three-bedroom ranch
Spent her days raisin' babies, ironin' his pants
Came home one day from the grocery store and found his note
And without him there to stop her, she let herself go

Let herself go on her first blind-date
Had the time of her life with some friends at the lake
Let herself go, buy a brand new car
Drove down to the beach he always said was too far
Sand sure felt good between her toes

Let herself go on a singles cruise
To Vegas once, then to Honolulu
Let herself go to New York City
A week at the Spa, came back knocked-out pretty
When he said he didn't love her no more
She let herself go

To Vegas once
Honolulu, New York City
Came back knocked-out pretty

- Dean Dillon, Kerry Kurt Phillips

Oh, I've been stumblin' through the darkness
Tryin' to feel the ground beneath my feet
Afraid of movin' much in any direction
Stuck where the past and the future meet

But I fin'lly got my first good look
A little fire was all it took
An' as the flames grew brighter
I saw everything that I'd missed
Once you get your courage up
You light a match an' your eyes adjust
It's amazing what a man can see
By the light of a burnin' bridge

An' there were things I saw that I'm not proud of
Things that I'd do diff'rent now from then
But when I really make myself get honest
It's over and I can't go back again

'Cause I fin'lly got my first good look
A little fire was all it took
An' as the flames grew brighter
I saw everything that I'd missed
Once you get your courage up
You light a match an' your eyes adjust
It's amazing what a man can see
By the light of a burnin' bridge

It sure is hard to let go and to leave the past behind
But there ain't no other way that you can find some peace of mind

When I fin'lly got my first good look
A little fire was all it took
An' as the flames grew brighter
I saw everything that I'd missed
Once you get your courage up
You light a match an' your eyes adjust
It's amazing what a man can see
By the light of a burnin' bridge
It's amazing what a man can see
By the light of a burnin' bridge

- Walt Aldridge, Michael White