LYRICS
ALL THE TIME (by Elizabeth Cook)
I’m crazy ‘bout you baby it don’t do no good
I could tell it to the movie out in Hollywood
I tell when I’m sober and I tell it on the wine
I tell it to the judge I love you all the time
I CHASE YOU DOWN THE MOUNTAIN AND I CHASE YOU UP THE CREEK
I CHASE YOU STARTIN SUNDAY THROUGH THE END OF THE WEEK
NOW GO ASK YOUR MAMA AND SEE IF SHE DON’T MIND
YOU GOT TO KNOW BY NOW I LOVE YOU ALL THE TIME
YOU GOT TO KNOW BY NOW I LOVE YOU ALL THE TIME
Do you really wanna put this thing to bed
Do you wanna wander or do you wanna wed
Soon as I start thinkin everything is fine
You come up here askin’ “Baby, what’s my sign”
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EL CAMINO (by Elizabeth Cook)
I know this guy, he’s all wrong for me
He wears shirts that are trippin on LSD
I must be high as a kite on diesel fumes
He got me sportin’ bell bottoms and braids to school
I never thought he’d get this far
Certainly not in THAT kind of funky-ass car
He’s been pickin me up everyday at the curb
In his nineteen seventy-two refurb
EL CAMINO (Brown and Tangerine)
EL CAMINO (Drinkin gasoline)
CAMINO (Lean and obscene)
EL CAMINO
I told him your car is CREEPY man
And not in a gangsta kinda way
But in a PERV kinda way
You got a lot of nerve drivin that kind of car
And takin me fishing out to the park
You’re like some dude on blow in that movie Boogie Nights
And this Friday night you wanna go to the fights in your…
After Saturday matinee roller derby
We went parking and things got blurry
I thought man I can’t get much hotter
And then I caught a whiff of pina colada
And we were making love in the disco era
And he was Travolta and I was Farrah
I was like man what is happening here
Dude must of put a qualude in my beer
If I wake up married, I’ll have to annul it
Right now my hands are in his mullet
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Not California (by Dan Messe)
Who’s the girl inside of the blue screen light
The sun is just pouring out, everything’s out of site
Turn around the room is just black and white
She’s whispering nah nah nah nah nah nah nah,
AND IT’S NOT TRUE
AND IT’S NOT FAIR
AND IT’S NOT NEW
AND IT’S NOT CALIFORNIA HERE
Later on you’re breaking the boxes down
There’s nobody out tonight, nobody’s hanging round
So you take the drive that used to be almost right
And now it’s just empty lots around you
All these empty lots around you
AND THEY DON’T KNOW
WHAT YOU HOLD DEAR
AND THEY CAN’T SEE
THAT IT’S NOT CALIFORNIA HERE
Come a time when I may just walk away
The sun is just barely up , the sky is completely gray
And you’re the one I wanna be with today
Let them say nah nah nah nah nah
AND I’M NOT STRONG
AND YOU’RE NOT RICH
AND WE’RE NOT LOST
WHERE WE DON’T LIVE
AND IT’S NOT TRUE
AND IT’S NOT FAIR
AND THEY’RE NOT US
AND IT’S NOT CALIFORNIA HERE
I’M THE ONE WHO WANTS TO BE WITH YOU TONITE
AND I’M THE ONE WHO WANTS TO BE THE ONE YOU’RE WITH TONITE
AND I’M THE ONE WHO WANTS TO BE THE ONE YOU’RE WITH TONITE
AND I’M THE ONE WHO WANTS TO BE THE ONE YOU’RE WITH TONITE
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HEROIN ADDICT SISTER (by Elizabeth Cook)
She asked for her mama’s bathrobe
And a pot of potato soup
She’s gonna dry out this time if it kills her
She wants the whole family in the loop
She can outsmart death like a stuntman
She’s a cat with 99 lives
She’s my heroin addict sister
And I’ve known her all my life
SHE’S MY HEROIN ADDICT SISTER
AND I HATE TO SEE HER GO
AND I HATE TO SEE HER HOLDIN ON
AT THE END OF THE SAME OLE ROPE
She pushes a tiny needle
It’s like the devil’s DNA
It takes her somewhere she’s just gotta go
But can’t afford to stay
She stripped for a while in Connecticut
Got married at least 5 times
Every one of them men was crazy about her
So she married a couple of em twice
She’s a certified underwater welder
She can cook, clean, and crochet
She can flash a smile from her sweet weary soul
That’ll melt all your doubts away
SHE’S MY HEROIN ADDICT SISTER
AND I HATE TO SEE HER GO
AND I HATE TO SEE HER HOLDIN ON
AT THE END OF THE SAME OLE ROPE
She’s high at the homeless shelter
When she’s had it out with my niece
She don’t notice the holes in her clothes
Or perverted Orlando police
I’ve been so mad I wanted to kill her
So worried I had to cry
Such crazy stories I can’t help but laugh
So scared of when she’s gonna die
She called outside of Atlanta
Been dodging them big ole trucks
Ya know she cleaned up in Tennessee one time before
She just needs a couple hundred bucks
And she just needs to be with us
We all say thank God mama
Ain’t here to go through it this time
She’s in heaven telling them Macon County cops
Better give her baby a ride
And they got to her just in time
SHE’S MY HEROINE ADDICT SISTER
AND I HATE TO SEE HER GO
AND I HATE TO SEE HER HOLDIN ON
AT THE END OF THE SAME OLE ROPE
AT THE END OF THE SAME OLE ROPE,
ALWAYS AT THE END OF HER ROPE
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YES TO BOOTY (by Elizabeth Cook)
Why can’t I just let you love me
We’ve been working all week and it’s Saturday
The weekend rolling round’s like a weight off our back
You thought you’d celebrate with an ice cold 12 pack
WHEN YOU SAY YES TO BEER YOU SAY NO TO BOOTY
YOU HOLLER COME ON BABY WHY YOU ACTING SO SNOOTY
IF YOU’VE SLEPT WITH A DRUNK MAN YOU UNDERSTAND, ITS NOT THAT HARD
IT’S COMMON KNOWLEDGE ROUND HERE
WHEN YOU SAY YES TO BEER YOU SAY NO TO BOOTY
I don’t like laying the law
I just like some good vibrations that’s all
We can’t have a mansion or a platinum Amex
But we can have good time and we can have sex….
COME ON SAY NO TO BEER AND SAY YES TO BOOTY
WE’LL MAKE IT A PARTY INSTEAD OF MARITAL DUTY
PUT THAT BUD UP IN THE COOLER
AND WE’LL BREAK IT OUT IN A WHILE
I GOT SOMETHING FOR YA HERE
COME ON SAY NO TO BEER AND SAY
YES TO BOOTY
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BLACKLAND FARMER (by Frankie Miller)
Mmmmmm…
When the Lord made me, he made a simple man
Not much money and not much land
He didn’t make me no banker, or legal charmer
When the Lord made me He made a blackland farmer
Well my hands ain’t smooth and my face is rough
But my heart is warm and my ways ain’t tough
I guess I’m the luckiest man ever born
Cause the Lord gave me health and a blackland farm
Mmmmmm…
Breakin up the new ground early in the day
Gonna plant cotton, I’m gonna plant hay
I love to smell the sweet breeze blowin’ through the corn
Life has sure done me right by my blackland farm
I feel like I’m getting closer to you God
A pint in the ground and I’m breakin up the sod
My mind is at ease and I can do no harm
Lord I owe all to you and my blackland farm
Mmmmmm…
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GIRLFRIEND TONIGHT (by Elizabeth Cook)
I slid on my tightest pair of jeans
Combed my hair like it was 1983
Honey I know that I am just your wife
But I wanna be your girlfriend tonight
The woman that you thought was good as gone
Is just covered up by all life’s little wrongs
I still remember how to turn you on
So don’t be shy I’m gonna do it right
I wanna be your girlfriend tonight
Let’s forget about the ties that bind
Love is gonna ride the tides of time
Remember my perfume back in the day
And makin’ out while the hours slipped away
I dabbed a little on my neck and wrist
And all the places you used to love to kiss
I can’t take the wrongs and make em right
But I can be your girlfriend tonight
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ROCK N ROLL MAN (by Elizabeth Cook)
He got all of his money tied up in guitars
His poster hangin up at an east side bar
Sets his tip bucket up by the microphone stand
He don’t think about it, he’s a rock n roll man
I tried to run him off and set the record straight
He said girl you know better now, we’re soulmates
Only one speaker working and his amp’s blown out
Doesn’t get what the hell the Grateful Dead is about
Wears a gold lightening bolt in one of his ears
Likes to talk about Elvis, but only in the Sun years
He got sheets over the windows and records on the floor
A poster of Jimi Hendrix on his bedroom door
He didn’t go to college but he’s read a lot of books
Married one time for money and one time for looks
There’s always fist-fightin and drama in the band
Over cigarette ashes in a Budweiser can
Left town one time and didn’t call me for 3 days
But he lets me know he loves me in other ways
Got my name spelled out in a dagger a tattoo
Says I’m the only woman that he can talk to
Thinks Brando and The Wild One and The Mystery Train
Are proof that rock n roll cannot be explained
Owes all kinds of money, but don’t believe in debt
He’ll be the first to tell ya, it ain’t over yet
Sometimes we’re Sid and Nancy or Courtney and Kurt
We get higher than heaven we get lower than dirt
It’s the fightin’ and the lovin’ that make it work
Too lazy to be mean, and too mean to hurt
Make up and take me shopping at the Southern Thrift
Thanks the devil for his story and God for his gift
He got all of his money tied up in guitars
His poster hangin up at an east side bar
Sets his tip bucket up by the microphone stand
He don’t think about it, he’s a rock n roll man
He’s a rock n roll man
He’s my rock n roll man
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MAMA’S FUNERAL (by Elizabeth Cook)
Nah nah nah nah…
At mama’s funeral, organs didn’t play
But you could hear the lonesome sway
Of the local guitar man
He played Hank Williams songs
We all did ‘Farther Along’
The boys drank beer out by the barn
At mama’s funeral
Oh the birds showed up to sing
As we gathered round the ole porch swing
Where her feet had worn the paint off the boards
And her pillow sat all faded and torn
Her children all took turns
Trying to find the words
Just wantin to say something right
Bout the best friend they’d found in life
And explain it to the nurses that came from the hospital
To mama’s funeral
It was surprising to me, thought it’d be as hard as it could be
But everybody took a little piece of pain
And they spread it round like summer rain
And it helped to ease the load
More than I could’ve known
At mama’s funeral
And my family made me proud
Cause when the cryin got loud
The laughter followed close behind
Daddy’d say “now don’t all remember the time…”
Tables set up all over the place
Covered with pictures, candles and lace
The Quik Sack stayed open late
Sold out of all their cups and paper plates
To the strangers that gathered up on the hill
For mama’s funeral
All the pretty flowers planted by her hands
Her guitar in a corner sittin on a stand
Nah nah nah nah…
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I’M BEGINNING TO FORGET YOU (by Joyce Cook)
I’m beginning to forget you a little more each day
Oh I know I’ll forget you, if you’ll just stay away
I’m beginning to get over you, forget old memories
And I know I’ll get over you, if you’ll just set me free
Don’t walk by my window, don’t call on the phone
Don’t write me a letter, just leave me alone
For each time I see you, old heartaches begin
And I know I’ll get over you, if I don’t see you again
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SNAKE IN THE BED (by Elizabeth Cook)
There’s a snake in the bed, a snake in the bed
I dumped out my purse and there’s a snake in the bed
It’s little and it wiggles, got a shiny black head
Couldn’t be worse there’s a snake in the bed
My pocketbook was sittin by the slidin glass door
The one I thought didn’t work no more
I set it side me on the pull-out couch
The one I’d been sleepin on to get the bugs out
And Big Mama Thornton was singing along
With pretty young Elvis and the old hound dog
Heaven turned to big deceit when something slithered down my leg
And between my feet
I can’t imagine what the fuss is about
You’d think he’d have chosen a different route
I can’t shut up the words in my mouth
They started up north and they’re heading down south
The boy from next door came runnin up
He was sicker than me so the problem was
We balled up the sheet snake and everything
Kicked out the door and gave it a fling
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I’LL NEVER KNOW (by Elizabeth Cook, Jerry Salley, & Jim McBride)
I’ll never know how far my arms can reach around you
I’ll never know the way the morning after feels
And if your lips taste half as sweet
As they do in my dreams
Oh its killin me to know, I’ll never know
Just because it might have been a big mistake
Its still one I wish I’d had the chance to make
Somewhere someone else is loving you to sleep
And every day when I wake up it dawns on me
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FOLLOW YOU LIKE SMOKE (by Tim Carroll)
I’d stick to you like glue if I was able to
Cling to you like vine, if you’d just say that’s fine
Hold you in my arms, and I would never tire
Follow you like smoke from a fire
I’d never run away, at your side I’d stay
Won’t leave you alone, if you’ll just call my phone
Always be around, if you just so desire
I’d follow you like smoke from a fire
I ain’t got much cash, but I’m a smoldering ash
Burning up for you, nothing I can do
If I didn’t say, I would be a liar
I’d follow you like smoke, from a fire
I’d follow you like smoke, from a fire
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TIL THEN (by Tim Carroll)
We’re gonna find a pot of gold
We’re gonna get out of the cold
We’re gonna reach the top again
But what’ll we do til then
We got these irons in the fire
Not like our situations dire
Soon I’ll have an egg out of this hen
But what’ll we do til then
We’re gonna win the lottery
We got the ticket you and me
We’re gonna watch our ship come in
But what’ll we do til then
What are we gonna do
Til our dreams come true
What’ll we do til then
