Lyrics: Rodney Carrington – Show Them To Me

Just a funny song I thought I would throw in. You can find this one on the soundtrack for “Beer For My Horses”

Oh it seems to me this whole world’s gone crazy
There’s too much hate and killin’ goin on
But when I see the bare chest of a woman
My worry’s and my problems are all gone
No one thinks of fightin’, when they see a topless girl
Baby if you would show yours too, we could save the world

Show them to me, show them to me
Unclasp your bra and set those puppies free
They’d look a whole lot better without that sweater baby I’m sure you’ll agree
If you got, two fun bags,
Show them to me

I don’t care if they don’t match or ones bigger than the other
You could show me one, and I’ll imagine the other
Even if you’re really old, there’s nothing wrong
Don’t be sad your boobs ain’t bad, they’re just a little long

Show them to me, show them to me
Lift up your shirt and let the whole world see
Just disrobe, show your globes and a happy man I’ll be
If you got, dos chichi’s,
Show them to me

I’ve met a lot of them, but never one I’ve hated
Even if you’ve had thirteen kids and you think they look deflated
There’s no such thing as a bad breast, I believe this much is true
If you’re a big fat man I’m a titty fan and I’d love to see yours toooo

Show them to me, show them to me
Just like the girls gone wild on T.V.
Just lean back and show your rack and I’ll be in ecstasy
If you got two casabas
Show them to me

All the world will live in harmony
It’ll do you good, it’ll give me wood, we’ll make history
If you love your country, I’m gonna say it one more time,
I said if you love your country yea
Then stand your ass up and show them big old titties to me

Lyrics: Zac Brown Band – Chicken Fried

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You know I like my chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up

Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine
And that’s home you know
Sweet tea pecan pie and homemade wine
Where the peaches grow
And my house it’s not much to talk about
But it’s filled with love that’s grown in southern ground
And a little bit of chicken fried

Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I like to see the sunrise
See the love in my woman’s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother’s love

Well its funny how it’s the little things in life that mean the most
Not where you live or the car you drive or the price tag on your clothes
There’s no dollar sign on a piece of mind this I’ve come to know
So if you agree have a drink with me
Raise you glasses for a toast
To a little bit of chicken fried

Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
I like to see the sunrise
See the love in my woman’s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother’s love

I thank god for my life
And for the stars and stripes
May freedom forever fly, let it ring.
Salute the ones who died
The ones that give their lives so we don’t have to sacrifice
All the things we love
Like our chicken fried

And cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
I like to see the sunrise
See the love in my woman’s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother’s love

Get ya a little chicken fried
And cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
I like to see the sunrise
See the love in my woman’s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother’s love

Lyrics: Zac Brown Band – Whatever It Is

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Whatever It Is

She’s got eyes that cut you like a knife
And her lips that taste like sweet red wine
And her pretty legs go to heaven every time
She got a gentle way that puts me at ease
When she walks in the room I can hardly breathe
Got a devasating smile-
Knock a grown man to his knees

She got whatever it is
That blows me away
She’s everything I wanna say to a woman but I couldn’t find the words to say
She got whatever it is
Don’t know what to do
Every time I try to tell her how it feels it comes out “I love you”
You’ve got whatever it is

You know I’ve never been the type that would ever wanna stay
Bring ’em home and night and they’re gone the next day
But that all changed when she walked into my life
And people ask me why it is I tell ’em I don’t know
There’s just something bout the woman makes me heart go-haywire
And she’s gonna be my wife

She got whatever it is
That blows me away
She’s everything I wanna say to a woman but I couldn’t find the words to say
She got whatever it is
I don’t know what to do
Every time I try to tell her how I feels it comes out “I love you”
You’ve got whatever it is

Now when you love me
Girl that’s how I feel
When you love me
I’m on top of the world
When you love me
I can live forever
When you love me
I am untouchable

You got whatever it is
That blows me away
You’re everything I wanna say to a woman but I couldn’t find the words to say
You’ve got whatever it is
Don’t know what to do
Every time I try to tell her how it feels it comes out “I love-I do”
You’ve got whatever it is
Yeah, you’ve got whatever it is

Lyrics: Robert Earl Keen – Amarillo Highway

I’m a high straight in Plainview
A side bet in Idalou
An’ a fresh deck in New Deal
Yeah, Some call me high hand
And some call me low hand
But I’m holdin’ what I am…The Wheel

(chorus)
I’m panhandlin’, man handlin’
Post holin’, high rollin’, dust bowlin’…daddy
An’ I ain’t got no blood in my veins
I just got them four lanes
Of hard…Amarillo Highway

I don’t wear no Stetson
But I’m willin’ to bet son
That I’m as big a Texan as you are

There’s a girl in her bare feet
Asleep on the back seat
And that trunk is full of Pearl beer and Lone Star

(chorus)
I’m panhandlin’, man handlin’
Post holin’, high rollin’, dust bowlin’…daddy
An’ I ain’t got no blood in my veins
I just got them four lanes
Of hard…Amarillo Highway

Gonna hop outta bed, Pop a pill in my head
Bust the Hub for the Golden Spread
Under blue skies, gonna stuff my hide
Behind some power glide
An get some southern fried…back in my eyes

(chorus)
I’m panhandlin’, man handlin’
Post holin’, high rollin’, dust bowlin’…daddy
An’ I ain’t got no blood in my veins
I just got them four lanes
Of hard…Amarillo Highway

An’ close I’ll ever get to heaven
Is makin’ speed up ol’ 87
Of that hard Amarillo Highway

Lyrics: Mando Saenz – Last Goodbye

From Mando’s Second CD “Bucket” Available at Red River Market.
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Never thought you’d change your mind
Giving up on you and me
Guess you never know where the tears will fall
My stiff arm kept you away
My pride didn’t last a day
Now it don’t feel that stiff at all

I told you I was scared to death but
I couldn’t help but feel your breath
Tell me how you’d seen it all
I’m hanging out with the girl living down the street
Who couldn’t find her soul if it bounced off her own feet
And hit her in the jaw

Where’d you go hope you come back soon, maybe you
Could meet me where I’m standing
heart’s in twelve thoughts in one
Tell me now where have you gone
Where have you gone I hope you come back soon

You took me up then down
Then you saw the part of me you never found
Though I’ve been around
I have never been to where it is I’m going now

Thinking about our last goodbyes
I’m not sure who won the prize I guess we both lost in the end
Now I ain’t hesitating to self-medicate
I take what I can to keep my mind from waking up, waking up again

Where’d you go hope you come back soon, maybe you
Could meet me where I’m standing
Hearts in twelve, thoughts in one
Tell me now where have you gone
Where have you gone I hope you come back soon

heart’s in twelve thoughts in one
Tell me now where have you gone
Where have you gone I hope you come back soon

Lyrics: Mando Saenz – Candy Red

From Mando’s Second CD “Bucket” Available at Red River Market.
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If you can take it I can make it go away
Somewhere north
But the more you know will make me grow up that day
And what you do

So go tell them all
I’m still ten feet small
Heavy on your head
Candy red

I’d take a drive but it wouldn’t find me a place to be
But they’d want me
Why take the fall there when I could draw there in the sand
With an empty hand

Tell the ones you see to forget about me
And all the funny things I said
Candy red

I’m over gone, did you notice
It won’t be long ’til you pass me by
Cause you run so fast
You run so fast
So far

Cause you make it last
You make it last
So long

Don’t waste your time just to pick up a nickel off the floor
For some pretty bill
Don’t walk around just believin’ everybody wants you more
Know they will

Tell your garden lie all about your night
Tell the monsters in your bed
Candy red

Lyrics: Mando Saenz – Come Out Tonight

From Mando’s Second CD “Bucket” Available at Red River Market.
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So come out tonight
I’ll be waiting for you now, it’s all right
The past is over
Save your silences for some other day again
I’m not full of sense but I’m not afraid to want you back, to want you back

So pick up the phone
It’s been ringing there for hours all alone
Oh so patiently
‘Cause I’m the one who’s telling you it’s my fault again
Won’t you lend an ear ’cause I’m the one who off and went away, I went away

So tell me about your relatives in Birmingham
Don’t tell me about the picture show
Tell me about the picker with a steady hand but a long, long way to
Go for what you wanted, isn’t he sweet
Did he buy you a souvenir?
And tell me about the drummer with the steady beat who was talking in your ear

Don’t stand by the fire
‘Cause I’m not looking for a bird on a wire
To sit there waiting for me
I’ll be in the midnight scenery against it all again
I’d be with you ordinarily, with no choice but to stop and stare, to stop and stare

So tell me about your relatives in Birmingham
Don’t tell me about the picture show
Tell me about the picker with a steady hand but a long, long way to
Go for what you wanted, isn’t he sweet
Did he buy you a souvenir?
And tell me about the drummer with the steady beat who was talking in your ear

I’ll be waiting for you now
It’s alright it’s alright
I’ll be waiting for you now
It’s alright it’s alright
Come out tonight

Lyrics: Mando Saenz – All Grown Up

From Mando’s Second CD “Bucket” Available at Red River Market.
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Somebody read my mind and told me I was wrong
Somebody said goodbye and then they were gone
Everybody had a pretty good time
Everybody got along just fine
Didn’t we

And I’m right there over and over
With a blank stare oh why does it always seem
That the right words, they never find you
When you’re all grown up like me

Somebody read the news and told me it was real
Nobody gets to choose the way that they feel
Everybody had something to say
Everybody had to see it there way
Didn’t we
And the time fell under your finger in a cold spell
Why does it always seem
That the right words they never find you
When you’re all grown up like me

Lyrics: Mando Saenz – I Don’t Like It

From Mando’s Second CD “Bucket” Available at Red River Market.
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I don’t like to be this far away from you
I don’t like to feel the distance start to grow
I don’t like to be this high
Just a speck up in the sky
Flying everywhere but where I want to go

I don’t like to lay awake in the dark
On some worn out motel bed all alone
I don’t like to feel the cold
Slipping in around my soul
I don’t like to feel it clinging to my bones

I don’t like it, baby
I don’t like it, baby

I don’t like not to know what’s on your mind
I don’t like to have to wonder where you are
I don’t like to walk alone
Getting bad news on the phone
Seeing everything but what I want to see

I don’t like it, baby
I don’t like it, baby

I don’t like not to hear the things you say
When you’re telling all your friends about your day
Taking turns to laugh out loud
At whatever it’s about
Do you think of me when the laughter’s gone

I don’t like it, baby
I don’t like it, baby

Lyrics: Mando Saenz – In the Back of Your Mind

From Mando’s Second CD “Bucket” Available at Red River Market.
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She smiles as she fills my glass
The regulars won’t leave her alone
She calls me baby, cause she don’t know my name
I got nowhere to go

I really need to cut this hair
I really need to shine these shoes
And i don’t know a soul around here
So nobody seems to lose

And i’m way too cool to cry
And i’m way too young to die
And i’m fine for now getting by
Somewhere in the back of your mind

They don’t talk at all like you
They don’t walk the way you do
And they don’t do anything to turn my head a second time

The drunks on the boulevard
Don’t know just where they are
So they ask me twice and i’m always nice
To show them one more time

And i’m way too cool to cry
And i’m way too young to die
And i’m fine for now getting by
Somewhere in the back of your mind

Fine for now, getting by
Somewhere in the back of your mind