W. Tx Teardrops Old 97's Well the roadmaps of west Texas never gave me good advice. The trains all roll where the roads don't go, now I lay awake at night, Just wondering where the rest is so I hit that iron gate, And I yelled good-bye to that wife of mine, I may be running late.
I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on, Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home. I made my bed, so here I lie. I'm rolling west Texas teardrops in my eye.
Though I felt a lonesome feeling in Dulce New Mexico, I was happier than I'd ever been in my El Paso home. But I thought about the woman whom I left to roam the land, And I cried so much it dug a rut they call the Rio Grande.
I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on, Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home. I made my bed, so here I lie. I'm rolling west Texas teardrops in my eye.
And my destination is written upon my feet, And the stars above are about the only company I keep. I raise my pass and take my seat. I'm rolling fast with a teardrop on my cheek.
So I guess there'll be no family, so I guess there'll be no wife. Gonna roll away on an old steel dray, it's gonna be my life. And the roadmaps I been reading, I never came to figure out. All I know is I'd explode by any other route.
I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on, Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home. I made my bed, so here I lie. I'm rolling west Texas teardrops in my eye.
Wish The Worst Old 97's
Why aren't you here? It's almost 4 am. I finished up all of your beer, Now I'm startin' on your gin. I went through your diary, flipped through your phone book -called all your friends. I just wanna know where you been, I just wanna know where you been.
I pulled back your sheets, Now I'm crawlin' in your bed. Every drink's one more defeat, And every footstep hurts my head. I don't want excuses. I don't wanna hear that you were out with your friends. I just wanna know where you been, I just wanna know where you been.
CHORUS I hope you crash your momma's car. I hope you pass out in some bar. I hope you catch some kinda flu. Let's say I wish the worst for you.
I hope you're happy with yourself. I hope you found somebody else, cause I ain't askin' you again. I just wanna know where you been, I just wanna know where you been.
Why am I here? I've got better things to do. I could hang out on the pier, down by the Hudson, sniffin' glue. I guess I'm a loser, but I like being miserable, swimming in sin. I just wanna know where you been, I just wanna know where you been.
CHORUS
W-I-F-E Old 97's I've got my wife, the other women, and the whiskey killing me. The first two make it so that I see red. The third one makes it so that I can't see. If I had half a brain left after my debauchery, I'd give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.
Wedding vows weren't made to be broken. These here lips weren't made to tell no lies. Somewhere along the way, I guess I must have gone astray, 'Cause I'm drinking here, and wishing for to die.
I've got my wife, the other women, and the whiskey killing me. The first two make it so that I see red. The third one makes it so that I can't see. If I had half a brain left after my debauchery, I'd give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.
It's just like my lttle sister (dear old momma) told me, In the end, you reap what you sow. I've been sowing seeds from Mexico to Tennessee, And I'm reaping now an awful lot of woe.
I've got my wife, the other women, and the whiskey killing me. The first two make it so that I see red. The third one makes it so that I can't see. If I had half a brain left after my debauchery, I'd give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.
I'd give up the other women, and the W-I-F-E.
West Texas Waltz by Butch Hancock
When you're ready for steady to go dancin', romancin' Grab your sweetheart and jump in your car Drive right on down to the bright lights of town You'll be glad you don't have to drive far You'll be happy you don't have to go far
Park your pickups and Caddilacs, Fords and Renaults Get out and dance like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz
My pickup needs a tune-up, I better get up and make up My mind to get on it today The tractor's been actin' up and the sewer lines are backin' up But I'll be dancin' tonight anyway I'll go dancin' tonight anyway
Cause I count my blessings, I don't count my faults I like to dance like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz
Grandmammy, grandpappy if you plan to stay happy You better lace up your best dancin shoes Come see us, don't write us, you can stop your arthritis Just by dancin' away your blues Dancin' away your blues
So bind up your bunions with band-aids and gauze Get out and dance like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz
I took my baby after dark to the old baseball park And we sat in the center field stands I asked her, "How many outs?" She said, "I've got my doubts, but you can count 'em on one of your hands." I said, "Baby, I've got much better plans."
"I'll kiss you on the strikes, you kiss me on the balls, and we'll go dance like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz!"
I met a fine lady banker and I'd sure like to thank her For the credit she gave me made me shout She changed my whole attitude and to show her a little gratitude I decided I'd just ask her out. Yes I thought I just might ask her out
I said close up your windows, honey, lock up your vaults Get out and dance like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz
We spent the next to the last dollar at the old ice cream parlor On a milkshake and a malt and a pop Then we heard us some sounds, there was a honky tonk lounge Next door to the ice cream shop Next door to the ice cream shop
Now only two things are better than milkshakes and malts And one is dancin' like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz
And the other is somethin', but really it's nothin' To speak of it's somethin' to do If you've done it before, you'll be doin' it some more Just as soon as the dancin' is through Right after the dancin' is through
And if anybody asks you why, just tell 'em because You been dancin' like the dickens to the West Texas Waltz.
-------------------- "A study of the history of opinion is a necessary preliminary to the emancipation of the mind. I do not know which makes a man more conservative-to know nothing but the present, or nothing but the past." -John Maynard Keynes
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