All songs copyright 2006, Greater Big Bend Music, Tallahassee, Florida
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WHAT'S UP WITH THAT

IN THE HOT-----LONG HOURS

I WALK------A WORN OUT FLOOR

IT'S ONE MORE-----COLD SHOWER

THEN I DIAL YOUR PHONE-----AND BEG FOR MORE

IT'S PLAIN TO SEE
WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT

HONEY, I'M  ON  FIRE

EVER SINCE YOU PACKED
WHAT'S UP WITH THAT

IN THE HOT-----LONG HOURS

I DRINK-----A LITTLE MORE

I SWEAR-----AT THE EMPTY BOTTLE
AND HEAVE THE GLASS-----AGAINST THE DOOR

I GUESS MY MIND’S

GONE SOUTH

SINCE YOUR CAR’S

GONE NORTH

IT'S PLAIN TO SEE
WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT

HONEY, I'M ON  FIRE

EVER SINCE YOU PACKED
WHAT'S UP WITH THAT

IN THE HOT-----LONG HOURS

I STRAIN TO HEAR-----YOUR FAMILIAR KNOCK
I TOUCH----- YOUR COLD WHITE CANDLE

BABY, COME BACK
BABY, COME BACK
WHAT'S UP WITH THAT

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COWBOY

I WISH I WAS A COWBOY
OUT ON THE WESTERN PLAIN
I’D RIDE MY HORSE IN THE VALLEYS
I’D SLEEP OUT IN THE RAIN

I WISH I WAS A COWBOY
AN OL'  PHILOSOPHER OF SAND
WITH A MILLION RAGGED PROVERBS
OF WEATHER, ROPE AND LAND

I’D DRIVE MY HERD TO MARKET
AN' I’D SELL ‘EM TO THE MAN
THEN I’D KICK BACK IN SOME HOTEL
CLEAN SHEETS YOU UNDERSTAND

IF I COULD BE A COWBOY
BAD WHISKEY ON MY BREATH
I’D STACK THE DECK WITH ACES
EVERY TIME I GOT THE CHANCE 
 
AN' I’D SHOOT THOSE SONS OF BITCHES
IF THEY TRIED TO DO THE SAME
THEN I’D GO TO CHURCH ON SUNDAY
PRAY FORGIVENESS FOR MY AIM

IF I COULD BE A COWBOY
‘TIL THE DAY THAT I GROW OLD
I’D ROLL MY BEDROLL TIGHTLY
I’D STILL HEAD OUT TO ROAM

I’D RATHER BE WITH HORSES
THAN MY LYIN' FELLOWMAN
I WANNA RIDE INTO THE SUNSET
NO TRACKS TO TIP MY HAND

IF I COULD BE A COWBOY
TWO HUNDRED YEARS AGO
I’D BE A BADASS LAWMAN
TOMBSTONE WOULD BE MY HOME

I’D KEEP MY TRUSTY ‘45
A-HANGIN’ ON MY HIP
THE LAW WOULD BE MY BULLETS
IN A ROW THERE ON MY BELT

I’D RIDE MY HORSE IN THE VALLEYS
OUT ON THE THE OPEN RANGE
 I’D SHOOT MY GUNS AT OUTLAWS
 PRAY FOREGIVENESS ... FOR MY AIM
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CALIFORNIA MAY NOT KILL HER MEMORY

California’s fine for a winter
They got tattoo shops, skateboards, and poetry
And that sun always shines all across that ocean
But all I lately need is sleep

Drove through a hurricane in Texas
 I swear somebody gave that storm your name
And that blue guitar you bought for me in Nashville
I hocked that memory back in New Orleans

I came out here on a downhill slide
to see how far I could drive
By the time I reached California
I thought I’d have a way to say goodbye

I lost a tire outside Atlanta

Tore up your picture in the rain

Trashed all your letters down in Houston

Called your number in LA

Oh, but I been lately thinking’

California ain’t half bad

I don’t have time to think a lot about you
‘Cause if I did I don’t know how I’d stand

THAT STALLION,
FOOLISH PLEASURE NEVER WAS HER MATCH
THERE NEVER WAS A HORSE THAT WAS
AND THE OLD MEN WHO GROOMED HER
SAY SHE NEVER DID GET BEAT
IT WAS ONLY THAT TRACK THAT WON

COULDN’T SHE RUN,
BOYS, COULDN’T SHE RUN, YEAH
DIDN’T SHE RUN,
BOYS, DIDN’T SHE RUN
STRAIGHT TO THE INSIDE
AHEAD OF ALL THE REST
RUFFIAN COULD RUN

COULDN’T SHE RUN

WELL, RUFFIAN BUMPED THAT STALLION
AT MILE MARKER NUMBER ONE
THEN LOOKED HIM IN THE EYE AN’ FLEW ON PAST
THEN A CRACK CAME LIKE LIGHTENIN’
AND THAT GREAT MATCH WAS DONE
FOOLISH PLEASURE WALKED IN TO TAKE THE CLASS

MAYBE SHE TRIED TO CATCH THAT OL’ SUN
BUT THE JOCKEY THAT WAS ON HER SAID
THAT HORSE GOT BROKEN DOWN
BY A TRACK THAT WAS TOO FAST TO RUN

THE CROWD WAS CLEARLY SHAKEN 
STONE-COLD QUIET
THE AMBULANCE ARRIVED SO SILENT
THE HANDLERS ALL FELL TO THE GROUND ON THEIR KNEES
THE VETS WERE ALL PRAYIN’ “PLEASE”

THE SURGEONS THEY WORKED
ALL THAT DAY AND ALL THAT NIGHT
BUT THERE WAS NOTHIN’ ANYBODY COULD DO
WHEN RUFFIAN CAME TO SHE TRIED TO FINISH OFF THAT RACE
AND THERE WAS NOTHIN’ ANYBODY COULD DO

NOW SHE STANDS THERE ON HIGH GROUND
AT BELMONT SHE STANDS PROUD
FOREVER REMEMBERED IN STONE
HER EYES ARE ON THE FINISH LINE
THE TURNSTILS ARE QUIET NOW
AND ALL THE PEOPLE HAVE GONE
 

THEY SPEAK OF THE DAY SHE WAS BORN
THAT LADY OF THE WIND
SHE DIDN’T RUN FOR THE MONEY
SHE DIDN’T RUN FROM THE GUN
SHE RAN BECAUSE SHE JUST LOVED TO WIN

SHE DIDN’T RUN FOR THE MONEY
SHE DIDN’T RUN FROM THE GUN
SHE RAN BECAUSE SHE JUST LOVED TO RUN

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C'MON, BABY

Hola, Baby  (Hey, Baby)
Yo se lo que to uccesitas    (I know what ya need)
Es amor puedes uer   (It’s love can’t ya see)
Escucheme   (Listen to me)
 

I’m not puttin’ you on
I’m not lyin’ to you
My defenses are gone
I’m hooked on your moves

CHORUS
Veneca bebe  (C’mon, Baby)
Veneca bebe  (C’mon, Baby)
Veneca mami  (C’mon, Baby)
Escucheme  (Listen to me)

Ya got me sacked out / psyched out / 
camped out / knocked out /
hung out / bummed out /
freaked out / doin’ without / 
Ya somethin’ to write home about /
You all I think about  /
c’mon / c’mon

C’mon, Baby, listen to me  

 
I’m not foolin’ around
I’m not runnin’ from you
There’s no shadow of doubt
You’re cooler than cool
Do anything for you

REPEAT CHORUS

Ya got me hands down / shake it down /
break it down / common ground /
tie me down / write it down  / 
spinnin’ ‘roun’ /  lyin’ down  /
th’o  yo weight around /  ya turn me upside down
 c’mon / c’mon

C’mon, Baby, listen to me

I be yo talent scout / got no way out /
can’t live without / yo scenic route /
‘swhat it’s all about / let cha leg hang out /
c’mon / c’mon

Check-check…check it out
Chequealo  Chequealo  Chequealo

C’mon, Baby, listen to me

REPEAT CHORUS   and … 

OH LAY!!
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DOLLAR

SHE GOES ON AT ELEVEN
TAKES YOU TO HEAVEN
FOR A DOLLAR

SHE MAKES HER LIVIN’
FROM TIPS YOU GIVE HER
FOR A DOLLAR

SHE SAID SHE’D LIKE TO SEE ARIZONA
THE GRAND CANYON AT NIGHT
SHE TURNED THE KEY IN HER HOT CAMARO
AND THAT PALE BLUE COUPE PEELED OUTTA SIGHT

SHE WOUND UP IN VEGAS
LOOKIN’ AT HER REFLECTION
FOR A DOLLAR

SHE’S GOT TWO KIDS
SHE’S GOTTA PUT THROUGH COLLEGE
BUT NOT FOR A DOLLAR

SHE SAID SHE’D LIKE TO SEE SOME OCEAN
COOL WHITE SAND AT NIGHT
SHE TURNED THE KEY IN HER HOT MERCEDES
AND THAT PALE BLUE COUPE PEELED OUTTA SIGHT

AND SHE HAD NO CHOICE
‘CAUSE SHE HAD NO VOICE
AND YOU CANNOT HELP HER
IF YOU CANNOT SEE HER
AND YOU CANNOT TOUCH HER
NO, YOU CAN’T DO NOTHIN’
FOR A DOLLAR

ALL SHE REALLY NEEDS TO FIND
IS A TICKET OUTTA HERE

SHE GOES ON AT ELEVEN
TAKES YOU TO HEAVEN
FOR A DOLLAR
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STATE OF THE UNION

SOMETHIN’ BAD’S GONE WRONG OUT THERE

IN THE LAND OF THE FREE
YOU CAN HEAR IT ON YOUR RADIO

SEE IT ON TV
YOU KNOW IT WHEN IT HITS YA

BY THE WAY IT MAKES YOU FEEL

ANGRY VOICES SPINNIN’

CAN’T MAKE ‘EM STOP
SPEWIN’ OUT THE VENOM
AROUND THE CLOCK

THEY LIE TO YOU
THEY CRY FOR YOU
THEY APPEAL TO YOU
TUNE IN AND DENIGRATE
TUNE IN AND LEARN TO HATE

HATE FEEDS ON FEAR AND ANGER

AND YOUR OWN MALADY
IT DELIGHTS IN INTELLECTUAL POVERTY
IT LIES TO YOU, IT LIES TO YOU

IT SNEAKS IN AT NIGHT

 BREATHS IN YOUR EAR,
A TINY LITTLE VOICE

INTOLERANCE AND FEAR

YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE ME
YOU DON’T THINK LIKE ME
YOU DON’T PRAY LIKE ME
YOU DON’T HATE LIKE ME

CHORUS
WHY DON’T YOU HEAL YOURSELF
HEAL YOURSELF
HEAL YOURSELF
WHY DON’T YOU HEAL YOURSELF
HEAL YOURSELF
YOU GOT A THING CALLED HATE

YOU MIGHT BE A POLITICIAN

SEE SOULS WITH YOUR STARE
THE HEAD OF SOME GREAT NATION

OR SOME ARCHITECT OF WARFARE
BUT DON’T LIE TO ME

DON’T LIE TO ME

IF I DON’T LOOK LIKE YOU
I DON’T THINK LIKE YOU
I DON’T PRAY LIKE YOU
I DON’T HATE LIKE YOU

REPEAT CHORUS

A THING CALLED HATE
A THING CALLED HATE
A THING CALLED HATE

OH O OH

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WAITIN' FOR YOU
Inspired by the important film "Havana"
with Robert Redford and Lena Olin

I SPENT MY CASH LIKE IT WAS GOIN’ OUTTA STYLE
AND I … STILL BELIEVE THAT I HAD THAT RIGHT
AND I AM STANDIN’ HERE THINKIN’ ‘BOUT YOU
AND WILD CASINOS, HAVANA LIGHTS,
CARRIBEAN PARIS NIGHTS, CRAZY DREAMERS,
GAMBLERS AND FOOLS

CAUSES NEVER TURNED ME ON
UNLESS THEY CAME WITH A DECK OF CARDS
WHEN I COUNTED ALL THE HANDS I WON
I NEVER COUNTED ON YOU

REVOLUTION WAS…. EVERYWHERE….
GUNS AND SHOOTERS AND… YOU WERE THERE
YOU HAD ME FROM THE START…
THERE WAS SOMETHIN’ ‘BOUT YOU

ANGELINA'S DOWN IN MEXICO

On a highway down in Texas,
Man, I burned through San Antone',
headed for the borderline into Mexico
Down to Monterrey... it’s about two days
to the Port of Escondidos

There’s a café down
in that port of a town
where Angelina stays
Through the smoke and Tequila haze
Angelina sways
Angelina dance,
I remember that
in the Port of Escondidos

Angelina's down in Mexico
She haunts me like a ghost,
Now I realize what matters most, and

Mexico I'll go, Mexico I'll stay
She leaves a light on in her small cafe
I just wanna hold her,
lay my head on her shoulder
Angelina, heal my world today, you see
Everything I have is down in Mexico
Angelina's down in Mexico

I crossed a burnin' mesa
like I was on the run
Got some gas in Saltillo,
telephoned her Mom,
Is Angelina there?
Say she's there
in the Port of Escondidos

Angelina's down in Mexico
Now I realize her Mexico’s my paradise, and

Mexico I'll go, Mexico I'll stay
In the arms of Angelina
Damn this desert road
it’s a … long way to go
Down below a candle lights her window
Everything I have is down in Mexico
There with Angelina
in the Port of Escondidos

Everything I have is down in Mexico
Angelina’s down in Mexico
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