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Live At The Texas Hall of Fame
2005
 
The Right Place
CHORUS
Oh don’t you wanna hear a little sawing on the fiddle and the crying of a steel guitar
Coming from the heart and soul born and breed in the ol’ Lonestar
If you get those Honky Tonkin’ blues let me be your saving grace
And if you wanna hear some country then you’ve come to the right place
If you miss Waylon, we’re gonna make you smile
If you like Willie and George Jones you better stick around awhile
If you like Merle, Buck and Johnny then we might just get along
But if you don’t go slap your momma cause your momma raised you wrong
CHORUS
I like gravy on my biscuits, I like my chicken fried
I drink my coffee black, I like my Charlie Pride
I still salute ol’ glory and I give glory to the Lord
I tip my hat to ol’ ET and his Texas Troubadours
CHORUS
Oh don’t you wanna hear a little sawing on the fiddle and the crying of a steel guitar
Coming from the heart and soul born and breed in the ol’ Lonestar
If you get those Nashville blues let me be your saving grace
And if you wanna hear some country then you’ve come to the right place
Oh don’t you wanna hear a little sawing on the fiddle and the crying of a steel guitar
(Aaron Watson, Neal Lowry)
© 2002 Sonnet Publishing LLC, Aaron Watson Songs BMI
Songs About Saturday Night
They say he came out singing the moment he was born
And he could pick that old flat top guitar like a farmer pickin’ corn
And he’d sneak in those old honky tonks until they’d kick him out
And his daddy wonder how he learned all the stuff he sang about
CHORUS
He sang songs about dogs, songs about drinking
Songs about mamas and trains
Songs about heart broke country boys
Standin’ out in the rain
Songs about dancehall beauty queens worth getting into a fight
Songs about nothing better to do, songs about Saturday night
When he turned eighteen he went off to the war
His sweetheart wrote him letters she said she’d wait for sure
By the time he came back home she was nowhere to be found
So he packed his bags hit them honky tonks from town to town
CHORUS
Well everywhere he went, everybody knew his name
But he never got the big hit, he stayed just the same
And he moved back to the country when it was time to call it quits
Now if you want to hear his music, you have to buy his greatest hits
© 2002 Sonnet Publishing LLC, Aaron Watson Songs BMI
Next To Heaven
Pinch me I must be dreaming
Waking up with you and feeling
The tender touch of your good morning kiss
Nowhere else on earth
Is better than being next to you
Next to Heaven it don’t get no better than this
CHORUS
Next to heaven lies my fate, your my best friend and my soul mate
God knows this kind of love only comes from up above
You’re the answer to my prayers nothing else compares
I’m Next to Heaven when I’m next to you
You look like an angel
Tangled in white satin sheets
Lying there with your hair all in a mess
I swear you look your best
All dressed up in next to nothing
Next to Heaven it don’t get no better than this
CHORUS
Next to heaven lies my fate, your my best friend and my soul mate
God knows this kind of love only comes from up above
You’re the answer to my prayers nothing else compares
I’m Next to Heaven
(Aaron Watson, Neal Lowry)
© 2003 Sonnet Publishing LLC, Aaron Watson Songs BMI
What She Don’t Know
She said she was not the one for me
There was nothing I could do to change her mind
She said she was sorry but some things aren’t meant to be
She left unaware she was robbing her heart blind
CHORUS
What she don’t know Is I’ll always love her forever
What she don’t know Is I would have never done her wrong
Her underestimation would break her heart for sure but she can’t see
What she don’t know won’t hurt her but its killing me
Deep in the shadows of the smoky neon light
I play myself in a lonely game of pool
I chalk it up as he sits down by her side
I take a shot, I swallow my pride and I play the fool
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Watching her dance with him around that empty hardwood floor
Is like rubbing sawdust in the wound so I cry some more
(Aaron Watson, Neal Lowry, Rodney Hayden)
© 2003 Sonnet Publishing LLC, Aaron Watson Songs BMI
Heaven Help the Heart
Like a killer at large you stroll down Bourbon Street
Looking for an easy mark with every man you meet
And I never saw the devil behind your angel eyes
Spell bound by your long legs and little white lies
CHORUS
So heaven help the heart that falls head over heels
Cause you’ll tear it all apart just to see how it feels
How can you be so hot and so cold-blooded too
Oh heaven help the heart that falls in love with you
You’re no Adalida, no pretty Cajun queen
Just a bad girl from Biloxi more addicting than Morphine
And when your love wears off there’s nothing left but pain
And enough teardrops falling to flood Lake Pontchartrain
CHORUS
I can see you smiling in some Creole café
Slipping your love potion into someone’s etoufee
CHORUS
(Aaron Watson, Neal Lowry)
© 2002 Sonnet Publishing LLC, Aaron Watson Songs BMI
Silver Wings
Silver wings shining in the sunlight,
Roaring engines headed somewhere in flight.
They’re taking you away, leaving me lonely,
Silver wings slowly fading out of sight.
Don't leave me I cry, don't take that airplane ride.
But you locked me out of your mind. Left me standing here behind.
Silver wings shining in the sunlight,
Roaring engines headed somewhere in flight.
They’re taking you away, leaving me lonely.
Silver wings slowly fading out of sight.
Silver wings shining in the sunlight,
Roaring engines headed somewhere in flight,
They’re taking you away. Leaving me lonely.
Silver wings slowly fading out of sight.
Slowly fading out of sight.
(Merle Haggard)
© Sony/ATV Tree Publishing
Some Never Will
With the world in the palm of his hands
Slipping through his fingers just like grains of sand
He don’t know his hourglass is losing time
Till she run out of patience and leaves him far behind
CHORUS
Some lovers gotta learn love the hard way
Before they understand the way they feel
Some lovers are slower than others
Some will come around and some never will
If only she had a dime every time he’s done her wrong
Or for every one wondering why she’s still holding on
She could buy that rodeo and shut it down
Along with every honky tonkin’ bar in town
CHORUS
It may be his fault but she’s still one to blame
For taking him back and playing his foolish games
CHORUS
(Aaron Watson)
© 2002 Sonnet Publishing LLC, Aaron Watson Songs BMI
The Notel Motel
He starts to think when she winks that he’s somewhere he shouldn’t be
He may be alone but at home someone’s wearing his ring
So he heads for the door and ignores the devil on his shoulder
He’ll do the right thing but someone’s gonna break down and hold her
CHORUS
And there’s a vacancy at home but not tonight at the Notel Motel
In a room full of lies where love is stolen or put up for sale
If the walls could talk you know they’d have some stories to tell
There’s a vacancy at home but not tonight at the Notel Motel
Once again another man walks in and orders him drinks for two
Despite his wife and picture perfect life he’s too good to be true
While he’s flirting she’d swear he’s working on a job out of town
A married man, you know he’s got no business messing around
CHORUS
It’s a five star chain or a rundown dirt cheap no name
With or without room service what done is the same
CHORUS
And there’s a vacancy at home but not tonight at the Notel Motel
In a room full of lies where love is stolen or put up for sale
If the walls could talk you know they’d have some stories to tell
There’s a vacancy at home but not tonight at the Notel Motel
(Aaron Watson, Neal Lowry)
© 2002 Sonnet Publishing LLC, Aaron Watson Songs BMI
If You’re Not In Love
Well I’m trying not to panic but I’m getting all romantic
Getting soft with everything I say and do
Talking hours on the phone, putting on that sweet cologne
I’m even putting down the toilet seat for you
Wait a minute it gets worse, I found myself holding your purse
Outside your dressing room at some bra and panty store
My boss’ wife walked by, she spotted me and told me hi
And I knew then that I was in for it for sure
Now all the boys down at the shop know and sure do find it funny
They say you’ve changed my ways and that you’re spending all my money, honey
CHORUS
If you’re not in love
If you’re not in love
If you’re not in love
If you’re not in love I’m in a lot of trouble
I get this lump in my throat to think I sold my boat
So I could buy this diamond ring for you
Now I’m hoping and I’m wishing since I can’t go fishing
You don’t make me sell my golf clubs too
Now all the boys down at the shop know and they laughed until I cried
I told em’ if I mess this up my mommas gonna tan my hide
CHORUS
I gave up that can of snuff, no more Nascar on T.V.
Honey if that ain’t enough it may be the death of me
(Aaron Watson, Neal Lowry)
© 2002 Sonnet Publishing LLC, Aaron Watson Songs BMI
Honky Tonkin’ Around Texas
CHORUS
Let’s go honky tonkin’, Let’s go honky tonkin’
Have a honky tonkin’ good time with us
Let’s go honky tonkin’, Let’s go honky tonkin’
Honky tonkin’ around Texas
I’ll put some diesel in the tank
And give that old Detroit a crank
Just kick back and let that silver eagle fly
Up and down that lone star state
Let’s have a honky tonkin’ tailgate
Don’t you forget to kiss your baby goodbye
CHORUS
Stick out a thumb and bumb a ride
Hitch hike across the country side
Come see why they call this place God’s country
Criss Crossing the Colorado
From Amarillo to Zapata
Every town along the way from A to Z
CHORUS
BRIDGE
My momma called me up and she gave me my last warning
There’ll be hell to pay if I miss church this Sunday morning
CHORUS
Come have a honky tonkin’ good time with us
(Aaron Watson, Neal Lowry, Jason Roberts)
© 2004 Sonnet Publishing LLC, Aaron Watson Songs BMI
Shut Up And Dance
We both work hard for money already spent
Blaming each other for where it all went
Never thinking of love only paying the loans
Griping ‘bout bills and keeping up with the Jones
Just once let’s forget about making ends meet
Or who’s got the nicest yard on the street
Darlin’ let loose, let your hair down
We’re staying at home for a night on the town
CHORUS
So turn the music up, and dim the lights down
Let those old records keep spinning around
Replace all our worries with some romance
Tell me you love me then we’ll shut up and dance
When you’re in my arms it makes me feel
Like I own a mansion on top of the hill
But it’s not how big’s the house it’s how happy’s the home
How poor is a rich man who lives all alone
CHORUS
So turn the music up, and dim the lights down
Let those old records keep spinning around
Replace all our worries with some romance
Tell me you love me then we’ll shut up and dance
CHORUS
So turn the music up, and dim the lights down
Let those old records keep spinning around
Replace all our worries with some romance
Tell me you love me then we’ll shut up and dance
(Aaron Watson, Neal Lowry)
© 2002 Sonnet Publishing LLC, Aaron Watson Songs BMI
Diesel Driving Daddy
My trucks wound up and ready to roll
Got a good buddy working for the highway patrol
So if I get a ticket or two it’s gonna be alright
But the Sheriff and his boys in Estelline
Unless they’re out to lunch at the Dairy Queen
Will be itching to turn on those red, white and blue lights
Just like my daddy I was born a drifter
Got a rebel heart and an eight ball shifter
Horns on the hood and a forty channel CB
Something’s you never leave home without
Like your bible, log book or driving route
Or you’re best of Dale Watson on CD
CHORUS
Well I’m a diesel driving daddy don’t you get in my lane
Putting the petal to the metal bringing eighteen wheels of pain
Been in love broke some hearts settled down long enough to replace the parts
And kicked a little asphalt along the way
It’s a lonely life living on the road
When the only friend of yours is the radio
But even he fades in and out every now and then
Maybe someday I’ll find the right one
She could shift a gear and let me ride shotgun
And knows how to get this ol’ big rig to spin
CHORUS
Well I’m a panhandlin’ manhandlin’
Post holin’ high rollin’ dust bowlin’ daddy
There ain't no blood in my veins
I just got them four lanes of hard Amarillo Highway
(Aaron Watson, Neal Lowry, Terry Allen)
© 2002 Sonnet Publishing LLC, Aaron Watson Songs BMI
Reckless
I still think about us and the rush we felt
With the rag top down and radio blastin’
You were riding shotgun in nothing but a bikini and seatbelt
Looking better than the law should a been allowing
I couldn’t keep my eyes on the road and off of you
With those hot pink toe nails dancing on the dashboard
Griping ‘bout that little Texas town and how there was nothing to do
Our hearts were bored, begging to be explored
CHORUS
We hit the corners going ninety, Ioving blindly, falling head over heels over you
Every feeling that we felt was a feeling that felt brand new
You looked just like an angel with that cross on your necklace
You were young, I was wild, we were reckless
We drive on down to the river burning up those hot summer nights
Laughing at the cowboys getting crazy and picking fights
It wasn’t funny when the deputy caught you and me steamy up those windows
How your daddy never found out about it honey heaven only knows
CHORUS
I looked into your eyes and I promised you forever
I believed it with all my heart I just didn’t know any better
Getting over you took years and despite those tears I cried
I’d do it all over again all for the thrill of the ride
(Aaron Watson, Neal Lowry)
© 2003 Sonnet Publishing LLC, Aaron Watson Songs BMI
Off The Record
I got a letter from your lawyer
And you got one from mine
They say It’s gonna be final
Once we sign that dotted line
We’ll I guess we’ll get our freedom
And a so called fresh new start
But when you take half of everything
You’ll be taking half my heart
Our love got lost somewhere in life’s complications
Torn between two lawyers and all their legal litigations
CHORUS
Off the record, there’s something I need to say to you
This ain’t easy but it’s what my heart has to do
Cause I can’t let you go until I let you know
Off the record, I’m still in love with you
I took down our wedding picture
From above the fireplace
And I stood there awhile
Starring at your pretty face
Have we lost our love
To differences we can’t resolve
I guess if push comes to shove
Thank God no children are involved
I can still see you throwing your rose bouquet
I never thought I’d see the day we’d throw it all away
CHORUS
I’ve done all I can do now all I can do is pray
And ask the Lord to let me hear you say
(Aaron Watson, Neal Lowry)
© 2002 Sonnet Publishing LLC, Aaron Watson Songs BMI
Thanks A Lot
CHORUS
Thanks, thanks a lot
I got a broken heard that’s all I got
You made me cry and I cried a lot
I lost your love, honey, thanks a lot.
You told our friends I was passing by
That you’re not sorry that you made me cry
You said I deserved just what I got
Well, if that’s how you feel, honey, thanks a lot.
CHORUS
You wanted a fool, and I played the part
Now all I’ve got is a broken heart
We loved a little and you laughed a lot
Then you were gone, honey, thanks a lot.
(Eddie Miller, Don Sessions)
© Neta Johnsonston Music/Regent Music Corp, Roschelle Publishing Co. BMI
I Don’t Want You To Go (But I Need You To Leave)
You’re too hard to handle, scandal after scandal
You must think I’m naive
I don’t want you to go but I need you to leave
It’s those wild alibis and outrageous lies
You expect me to believe
I don’t want you to go but I need you to leave
CHORUS
Well I’ve thought about it and I’ve made up my mind it’s time we call it quits
You know you may be fun for a Saturday night but the rest of the week is the pits
I measured what we had between the good and the bad
And there’s too much uncertainty
I don’t want you to go but I need you to leave
You placed the blame on the pink champagne
For dancing naked on New Year’s Eve
I don’t want you to go but I need you to leave
I’ll buy a one way ticket, the destination you pick it
Anywhere from Tulsa to Tel Aviv
I don’t want you to go but I need you to leave
CHORUS
Anytime you’re nice I can’t help but think twice
That there’s something up your sleeve
I don’t want you to go but I need you to leave
I don’t want you to go but I need you to leave
(Aaron Watson, Neal Lowry)
© 2002 Sonnet Publishing LLC, Aaron Watson Songs BMI
The Honky Tonk Kid
He’s wrinkled and grey but he’s still got the fire
He sings on the stage like a bird on a wire
He’ll pack em’ in like he always did
Everybody loves the honky tonk kid
He got his first guitar when he was fifteen
Thirsting for knowledge, all hungry and green
Strummin’ that six string just like Lefty did
Everybody loves the honky tonk kid
CHORUS
The honky tonk kid loves the honk tonk crowd
He picks them up when the world gets them down
But the smoke and the neon keep his pain hide
No one really knows the honky tonk kid
Ten million fans and a handful of friends
But he’ll go home alone when each nights ends
He’ll think about her and then twist off a lid
Nobody loves the honky tonk kid
CHORUS
It won’t be long the lord will take him away
He’ll have sung his last song, they’ll place a wreath on his grave
He’ll draw a crowd like he always did
One last goodbye for the honky tonk kid
(Aaron Watson, Kris Bergsnes)
© 2003 Sonnet Publishing LLC, Aaron Watson Songs BMI
Something With A Swing To It
I was thumbing through the channels and I saw a sight to see
A so called country singer there singing on MTV
Then I began to thank had she ever heard of Hank
Had she ever been to Texas where Bob Wills is still the king
From the Houston Rodeo to any ol’ dance hall
All the cowgirls and cowboys know how to have a ball
And every night they’ll throw a toast to the Lone Star State
Where the women are so fine and the music is so great
CHORUS
I wanna two step to a real dance hall swinger
Don’t wanna see no wannabe country western singer
Don’t call it country unless you can prove it
I want something with a swing to it
It’s a Texas thing y’all so if you don’t understand
Drop what you’re doing, drive here as quick as you can
Id’ even stop in Oklahoma if it was up to me
Cause when it comes to country there ain’t nunn like Gary P
CHORUS
That hip-hop rap and boy band crap is for the squirrels in San Francisco
And Nashville’s making music that sounds like a dad gum disco
Don’t call it country unless you can prove it
I want something with a swing to it
Don’t call it country unless you can prove it
I want something with a swing to it
(Aaron Watson, Neal Lowry)
© 2002 Sonnet Publishing LLC, Aaron Watson Songs BMI
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