Trio Rio

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

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 hand

No 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

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

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

                                  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

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

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

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

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.