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03:56
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It's a Great Place to Be (If You're Lonesome)
It’s A Great Place To Be (If You’re Lonesome) - Steve Spurgin
Sailin’ on Nevada 95
Listenin’ to those hot tires whine
Baby ran away with a dealer named Ray back in Vegas
Now I’m too blue to cry
Headed North under big desert skies
Chorus:
But it’s a great place to be if you’re lonesome
It’s a great place to be when your heart breaks into
It’s a great place to be if you’re lonely like me
And you need a new place to call home from
It’s a great place to be if you’re lonesome
Beatty is a far cry from Reno
But I gambled my money away
I sold my guitar, I got a job tendin’ bar
And it looks like I’m sure here to stay
And it don’t make a dang anyway
Cause it’s a great place to be if you’re lonesome
It’s a great place to be when your heart breaks into
It’s a great place to be if you’re lonely like me
And you need a new place to call home some
Well it’s a ...
It’s a ...
It’s a ..
And you need a new place to call home some
It’s a great place to be if you’re lonesome
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03:17
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No Mas Trabajo
No Mas Trabajo - Mickey Mikesell / Ronnie Glover
Leslie called Rosa on the telephone,
She said “No work today, Rosa. I’m staying home.”
Rosa turned to Joaquin, said “Honey, stay in bed.
That was Miss Leslie, and what she said was….”
No Mas Trabajo
She said, No Mas Trabajo
She said, No Mas Trabajo
We ain’t a-gonna work today!
So Leslie called Mickey, said “Hey there Hon,
I spun some Margaritas. Let’s have a little fun!
We’ve been totes’ that barge we’ve been lifting’ that bale
So why don’t we kick back and sit a spell?”
No Mas Trabajo
No Mas Trabajo
No Mas Trabajo
We ain’t a-gonna work today!
Ol’ John,he thought school might never end.
Now he’s off fishin’ with all his friends!
Put ‘em in the pot, put ‘em in the pan
Put a hot fish taco in my handNo Mas Trabajo
No Mas Trabajo
No Mas Trabajo
We ain’t a-gonna work today!
God gathered the angels on the 7th day,
He said “look at that sunshine, Ya’ll go play!”No Mas Trabajo
No Mas Trabajo
No Mas Trabajo
We ain’t a-gonna work today!(unsung verse)
If my ol’ Brother Glover had to pick a new career
And I put it into lyrics, this is what you’d hear -
03:43
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The Funeral
The Funeral - Ronnie Glover, Chance Phillips & Ed Toaspern
Dust from the shovel
Backlit by the sun
Standing in silence
Another life done
A fistful of earth
Dropped in to a hole
Broken hearts weeping
Another gone soul
We think of the family
We gather the friends
We question the answers
A bouquet of loose ends
Chorus:
Faith keeps hope alive
The hope that we’re all hoping for
Love lives, love gives
Reality creeps through the door
Solo
Repeat Chorus
Gray skies and dark suits
Black limousines
Plans interrupted
An end to the means
We raise up our glasses
To the memory we toast
Beginnings and endings
Chiseled in stone
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03:29
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Tequila Sunset
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03:59
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The You and Me Waltz
The You and Me Waltz - Ronnie Glover
IT'S A FINE DAY FOR SINGING
IT'S A FINE DAY FOR DANCING
IT'S A FINE DAY WHEN I AM WITH YOU
SO PLEASE TAKE MY HAND
AND BE MY PARTNER
AND WE'LL WALTZ TOGETHER
IN LOVE ME AND YOU
CHORUS
TO THE YOU AND ME WALTZ
EACH MORNING AND EVENING
THE YOU AND ME WALTZ
EACH NIGHT, EACH NOON
YOU AND ME WALTZ
COULD I HAVE THE PLEASURE
AND A DANCE IN THREE QUARTER TIME
AND I'LL LOVE YOU AND KEEP YOU
TO THE YOU AND ME WALTZ
IT'S AN AGE OLD TRADITION
IT'S A FINE OLD RENDITION
IT'S AN EVENING ON A PORCH SWING WITH YOU
WITH THE OLD MOON TO GUIDE US
AND THE LOVE THAT'S INSIDE US
WE'LL WALTZ TOGETHER
IN LOVE ME AND YOU
TO THE YOU AND ME WALTZ
EACH MORNING AND EVENING
THE YOU AND ME WALTZ
EACH NIGHT AND EACH NOON
YOU AND ME WALTZ
COULD I HAVE THE PLEASURE
AND A DANCE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE
AND I'LL LOVE YOU AND KEEP YOU
LOVE YOU AND KEEP YOU
I'LL LOVE YOU AND KEEP YOU
TO THE YOU AND ME WALTZ
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03:22
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Chimichanga
Chimichanga - Ronnie Glover
I have travelled all around this country
Even seen the corners of the world
Now I'm headed back
To my little desert shack
Cuz there’s one thing I’m still longing for
First I'll hug my sweet Mamacita
Then comes a taste of tequila
Maybe after that
We'll take a little nap
A lazy afternoon in la villa
When it's time to have our sunset supper
She knows what I want without a doubt
Chimi-Chimi Mama, Chimi-Chimichanga
I'm hungry for a chimichanga now!
It starts with a grande tortilla
Then ladle on the goodness of the world
Machaca or some beans
Chili, red or green
Fold it up and drop it in the oil
Make my guacamole chunky
Don't be shy when you squeeze in the lime
Chimi-Chimi Mama, Chimi-Chimichanga
I'm happy cause it's chimichanga time
Chimi-Chimi Mama, Chimi-Chimichanga
I'm happy cause it's chimichanga time
Some say it came from El Charro
Down in Tucson El Pueblo Viejo
Others say that “No!", from Phoenix up the road!
Where Señor Woody made his at Macayo's
You can have your sliders in Chicago
And all that deep-dish pie in Illinois
I don’t need no Cheese steak from Philly
I'm wondering if Cheeze-Whiz ever spoils?
I'd waltz me all the way to ‘cross Texas
To fork a slice of brisket from the pile
But when you get to Arizona
Everybody knows
It's always chimichanga time
Chimi-Chimi Mama Chimi-Chimichanga
It's always chimichanga time
Chimi-Chimi Mama Chimi-Chimichanga
I'm happy cause chimichanga time
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04:45
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Rosary
Rosary - Mickey Mikesell
Her name was Rosary
Just like the Holy Beads
Just like a voice in me howlin’ at the moon
Just like a window shade on a hot and sultry day
Opening and closing according to her mood
Chorus:
I hate to say I have to say good-bye now
That’s word I sometimes use too soon
I hate to say I have to say good-bye now
A crazy way to end an afternoon
My name was almost gone
Not quite there and on the run
Afraid of all the things I did and the things I did not do
She wore a dress of white on a darkened day with a face so bright
Somehow it improved my sight, blind like love will do
Chorus
So we lay in sin once again
In a motel room where the walls close in
It seem I find a wicked smile in damn near everything
But it’s white stripes and it’s tail lights and Jesus Christ ain't it cold tonight
The old highway’s breathing harmony to the songs I love to sing
Chorus
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03:22
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West Texas Waltz
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03:20
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5x8 Trailer
5X8 Trailer - Ronnie Glover
MY LIFE’S PACKED IN A 5X8 TRAILER
A 5X8 TRAILER’S WHERE MY LIFE IS (SITS)
AIN’T MUCH ROOM IN A 5X8 TRAILER
A 5X8 TRAILER THAT’S WHERE MY LIFE FITS
THE DAY I PACKED THAT 5X8 TRAILER
THE DAY I HITCHED IT UP AND DROVE AWAY
SHE SAID MAYBE I’LL SEE YOU LATER
I’LL SEE YOU LATER WAS ALL SHE HAD TO SAY
25 YEARS IN A 5X8 TRAILER
A 5X8 TRAILER HOLDS 25 YEARS
MEMORIES PACKED IN A 5X8 TRAILER
8 X 10 MEMORIES OF 25 YEARS
LOOK AT THE YOUNG GIRL STANDING IN THE PHOTOGRAPH
SMILING IN THE PHOTO WITH HER FLOWERS IN HAND
SHE’S LOOKING AT THE YOUNG MAN STANDING IN THE PHOTOGRAPH
SMILING IN THE PICTURE AS HE HOLDS HER HAND
SOLO
WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO THE GIRL IN THE PHOTO
SO YOUNG IN THE PHOTO WITH HER FLOWERS IN HAND
WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO BOY IN THE PHOTO
TO THE SMILES IN THE PHOTO AS HE HELD HER HAND
MAYBE ONE KIND WORD WOULD HAVE DONE IT
JUST ONE MORE TO KEEP IT FROM FALLING APART
MAYBE ONE MORE YEAR WOULD HAVE DONE IT IN
A LONG, LONG YEAR RIPPIN’ AT YOU HEART
CAN’T BLAME THE SUN WHEN YOU AIN’T GOT SUNSHINE
WHEN YOU AIN’T GOT SUNSHINE & THE CLOUDS APPEAR
BLAME IT ON THE RAIN WHEN YOU AIN’T GOT SUNSHINE
A HARD COLD BLAME RAINING DOWN LIKE TEARS
THE DAY I PACKED THAT 5X8 TRAILER
THE DAY I HITCHED IT UP AND DROVE AWAY
SHE SAID MAYBE I’LL SEE YOU LATER
I’LL SEE YOU LATER WAS ALL SHE HAD TO SAY
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03:50
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Beauty Way
The Beauty Way - Eliza Gilkyson
My Daddy made a pretty damn good living playing music on the beauty way
He’s gonna die with some money in his pocket
Wish I could the same today little darlin’
Wish I could do the same today
Wide-eyed kid and a little transistor, tuned in to Wolfman Jack
I picked up a guitar, heard the sirens whisper
And I never looked back little darlin’
And I never looked back
I worked the clubs along the Sangre de Cristos, polished a diamond in the rough
By the time I hit LA I was hotter than a pistol
But you’re never hot enough little darlin’
You’re never really hot enough
I’ve felt the lights on the big, big stages, a fire burning in my soul
I had those night where my guitar was raging
It’s not something you control little darlin’
It’s not something you control
Solo
Red-tail diving for a rat on Sunset, coyotes pickin’ through the trash
I wish I was lying like a cat in the sun
Instead of working like a dog for the cash little darlin’
I’m only workin for the cash
Sometimes I wish I could unplug this cord and my soul or my money I could save
But every time I say I’m gonna quit the beauty way
I feel my bones just turning in the grave little darlin’
Bones turning in the grave
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06:09
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Rough Edges
Rough Edges - Fred Eaglesmith
Cracks in your windshield.
Holes in you life.
And you're trying to get home,
Before it gets light.
And that old 5 ton truck,
Don't run good no more.
Barely gets up those hills,
With your foot to the floor.
And your horses are tired,
And your excuses are weak,
And you ain't won a race,
Since '73.
But on through the night,
That trailer just sways.
An east wind you know,
Always brings rain.
And out on the freeway,
Those big wheels just roll.
Out past your time,
And through your front door.
Lights on the skyline.
Signs on the road.
You don't pick up your mail.
You don't answer your door.
And your old friends are dead,
And gone away.
Wild flowers cry,
Over their graves.
And the paper they throw,
At the end of the lane,
An east wind it says,
Always brings rain.
Down by the river,
Where the old boys still ride,
And the edges are rough,
As suicide.
Where the whisky's got color,
And the cows feed on grass.
The windmills pump water.
And your cheques don't go bad.
And your blankets are dirty,
And your eternity frayed.
And on through the night
That trailer just sways.
So load up those cattle,
And move out that train.
An east wind you know,
Always brings rain.
Cracks in your windshield.
Holes in you life.
And you're trying to get home,
Before it gets light.
“Tequila Sunsets” features the band’s Southwestern Americana Acoustic sound and delivers it in varying doses of influence ranging from the playful day-off work song, "No Mas Trabajo" to the stark broad brush-stroke observations of mortality in "The Funeral".
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