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Buck Buchanan: vocals and acoustic guitar, Sandy Dodge: Pedal Steel Guitar, Jim Lewis: vocals and electric guitars, Russ Olsen: vocals, electric and acoustic bass, Johnny Regan: vocals and drums

Keep the Blues Away - Buck Buchanan and Kostas, Buck Buchanan lead vocal

Drivin’ a rusted Cadillac
Full tank of gas and a "Tele" in the back
Got some money from the gigs I play
That's what it takes to keep the blues away

(Chorus)
Keep the blues away
Keep the blues away
One step ahead of trouble every day
Keep the blues away
Keep the blues away
Rollin’ down on life's highway
That's what it takes to keep the blues away

Duct tape on my cowboy boots
Stetson hat and a rhinestone suit
Ladies like the songs I play
They love to keep the blues away

There’s a gal in every town
Likes to see me come around
Waitin’ with a smile upon her face
That’s what it takes to keep the blues away

 

From a Jack to a King - Ned Miller, Johnny Regan vocals

From a jack to a king
From loneliness to a wedding ring
I played an ace and I won a queen
And walked away with your heart

From a jack to a king
With no regret I stacked the cards last night
And Lady Luck played her hand just right
To make me king of your heart

For just a little while I thought that I might lose the game
Then just in time I saw the twinkle in your eye

From a jack to a king
From loneliness to a wedding ring
I played an ace and I won a queen
You made me king of your heart

 

The Lonesome Fugitive - Liz Anderson and Casey Anderson, Russ Olsen lead vocal

I’d like to settle down but they won’t let me
A fugitive must be a rolling stone
Down every road there’s always one more city
I’m on the run: the highway is my home

I raised a lot of Cain back in my younger days
While Momma used to pray my crops would fail
Now I’m a hunted fugitive with just two ways
Out run the law or spend my life in jail

Well I’m lonely but I can’t afford the luxury
Of having the one I love to come along
She’d only slow me down then they’d catch up to me
For he who travels fastest goes alone

 

Clayne and Virgil - Buck Buchanan, Buck Buchanan lead vocal, additional percussion Mike Gillan

Clayne and Virgil went fishing
Down to old Mexico
Half their lives they'd been wishing
Getting ready to go

(Chorus)
They got over the blues
They got way past the gray
They got sand in their shoes
The sunburn will fade away

They had beer in the cooler
There was no sign of rain
Met the boats at the water
Can't remember the names

When the fish started biting
Yeah their luck was all good
And the reeling and fighting
Fishermen understood

 

Wine Me Up - Faron Young and Billy Deaton, Johnny Regan vocals

Well I’m the center of attention in this barroom
‘Cause I’ve got the biggest heartache of the year
And each night those swingin’ doors reach out for me and draw me in
‘Cause they know each night that I’ll be back to wine me up again

(Chorus)
Wine me up, turn me on and watch me cry for you
Lately drinkin’ warm red wine is all I want to do
And I never know how tight I’ll wine me up till I walk in
But I don’t care ‘cause I’ll be back to wine me up again

I’d like to thank the men who raise the grapes way out in California
And I’m hoping this will be their biggest year
‘Cause scarlet water’s all that’s left to keep me hangin’ on
And that’s why I’ll try to wine me up each day and night next year

 

Live in Town - Buck Buchanan, Russ Olsen vocal

If you really love the country
And that's where your heart's bound
If those wide open spaces
Always bring you 'round
To that peaceful easy feelin'
Both feet on the ground
If you really love the country
Live in town

Subdivisions spreadin'
Like mushrooms after rain
Everybody's searchin'
For their home on the range
They've got trampled twenty acres
Of former feedin' ground
And dogs and cats and horses
All just standin' 'round

(Chorus)
Live in town, it's already here
Live in town, leave some room out there

Every time I look around
Something else has changed
And those wide open spaces
Have all been re-arranged
There's no peaceful easy feelin'
All the traffic's got ya down
If you really love the country
If you love the country
If you really love the country
Live in town

 

Morina - Buck Buchanan, Buck Buchanan lead and harmony vocals

She had a reputation when she was in school
As a back seat bumper with a corner on cool
She could shimmy in a chevy
She could fire-up in a ford
You'd be dancin' with the devil
You'd be prayin' to the Lord

(Chorus)
Mo Mo Morina Mo Mo Morina
I can't believe I'm howlin at the moon
Mo Mo Morina Mo Mo Morina
She could melt a block of ice
Just by walkin' in the room

Boys were linin' up to ask her to the prom
Girls with broken hearts, they're cryin to their moms
They could not pass Morina in a chevy or a ford
They're swearin "she's the devil"
They're prayin' to the Lord

Morina's sweet as honey on a biscuit hot and brown
Morina she's the finest gal in town

Twenty years have come and gone Morina's settled down
She's livin in a double-wide just outside of town
Drives a brand new Caddi not a chevy or a ford
She credit cards the devil but she pays cash to the Lord

 

Glad To Let Her Go - George Jones, Russ Olsen vocal

You took her from my side
The day you took her from me
And you thought that it would hurt my pride
But there were things you failed to see
You thought you stole away her love
But I want the world to know
That it’s true she walked away with you
But I was glad to let her go

Yes it’s true that she was cheating me
Ane even though it wasn’t right
I want to thank you, for you set me free
From a lot of lonely nights

My love for her had died
Yes it was over long ago
And it’s true she walked away with you
But I was glad to let her go

 

Trucker's Lament - Buck Buchanan, Buck Buchanan vocals, Mike Parsons fiddle

Sun's comin' up, my eyes are red
Six lonely nights since I've slept in my bed
I keep on truckin', I've got bills to pay
Makin' a livin' on the lost highway
Makin' a livin' on the lost highway

Mile after mile, that diesel whines
Started out thinkin' "man it's easy all the time"
I keep my family fed though I'm never there
Makin a livin', it ain't always fair
Makin a livin', it ain't always fair

I keep rollin' on
Turn up the radio, sing along

Ain't gettin' younger, from all these years
My wife and children have cried bitter tears
I keep on truckin', I've got bills to pay
Ain't no getting off the lost highway
There ain't no getting off of the lost highway

Sun's comin' up, my eyes are red
Couple more days then I'll sleep in my bed
I've got some money. More than I have to pay
Take it home from the lost highway
I'm takin' it all home from the lost highway
Makin' a livin' on the lost highway
There ain't no getting off of the lost highway

 

From a Jack to a King - Ned Miller, Johnny Regan vocal

From a jack to a king
From loneliness to a wedding ring
I played an ace and I won a queen
And walked away with your heart

From a jack to a king
With no regret I stacked the cards last night
And Lady Luck played her hand just right
To make me king of your heart

For just a little while I thought that I might lose the game
Then just in time I saw the twinkle in your eye

From a jack to a king
From loneliness to a wedding ring
I played an ace and I won a queen
You made me king of your heart

 

Here In My Own Little World - Buck Buchanan, Buck Buchanan vocals

Here in my own little world
Teardrops keep fallin’
Since I lost that girl
The mood is blue the drapes are drawn
Nights go on and on
Here in my own little world

Not so long ago, or so it seems to me
She was mine you know, true love meant to be
Love ain’t fair love ain’t kind you see
There’s no love left for me

Here in my own little world
The sun has quit shinin’
Since I lost that girl
I’m sighin I’m dyin’
Nights go on and on
Here in my own little world

Fools rush in they say, where angels fear to be
If fools had their way, I would not be free
Love ain’t fair love ain’t kind you see
There’s no love left for me

 

The Race Is On - Don Rollins, Russ Olsen vocals, Mike Parsons fiddle

Well I feel tears wellin’ up from deep inside like my heart’s sprung a big break
And the stab of loneliness sharp and painful that I may never shake
Now you might have thought I had taken it hard when you wrote me off with a call
But don’t you wager that I’ll hide any sorrow
When I might break right down and bawl

Well the race is on and here comes pride up the backstretch
Heartaches are going to the inside
My tears are holding back and
They’re trying not to fall
My heart’s out of the running true love’s scratched for another’s sake
The race is on and it looks like heartaches
And the winner loses on

One day I ventured in love never once suspecting what the final results would be
How I lived in fear of waking up each morning and finding that you’re gone from me
Now there’s ache and pain in my heart for today was the one I hated to face
I stepped up to win her over and I wound up in second place

 

Ribbons and Fish - Buck Buchanan, Buck Buchanan vocals, Mike Gillan additional percussion

I'm not the devil, I'm not the devil's friend
I unleash fury, I fight until the end
I take the heat, I stand the pain
All I ask of you, is "get me home again"

I don't count the days no more
Makes me wonder what they signed me up for
I keep holdin' on
I know somethins' wrong
It doesn't matter like before

Blood on the pavement, blood on the sand
Keep the "black gold" flowin', money changin' hands
Where are the "patriots" sent us here to die?
They're on the evenin' news, tellin' another lie

I'm not the same man, kissed you goodbye that day
I gave up a little, they took the rest away
But I'll be all right, just takes a little time
Livin' in the cross-hairs, no peace of mind

 

White-Hot

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Buck Buchanan: vocals and acoustic guitar, Sandy Dodge: vocals and pedal steel guitar, Duke Sharp: vocals, electric and acoustic guitars, Russ Olsen: vocals, electric bass, Johnny Regan: vocals and drums

Walk Walk Walk Walk - Buck Buchanan, Buck Buchanan vocals, Mike Beck electric guitar solo

Walk walk walk walk I wore out my floor
Talk talk talk talk Tell me some more
I'll keep on livin even though my heart is gone
Someday my cryin will be done

I know the reason you said goodbye
Now I know the places where the broken-hearted cry
My tears fall with theirs I've caused my share of pain
It's over and I'm the one to blame

Too late to turn around this time I tried
It's plain I let you down I caused the tears you cried
So sad to watch you go so sad to know you're gone
It's over and I'm the guilty one

 

Jaded Lover - Chuck Pyle, Russ Olsen vocals

Hey well it won't be but a week or two
You'll be out lovin' someone new
Must of happened a hundred times before.
Well I can see you been spreadin' yourself thin too
It's a lonely stage you've been goin' through
Don't get up I can find my own way to the door


(Chorus)
I can see you are a angel
Whose wings just won't unfold
Tune up your harp polish your ol' halo
Well the only kind of man that you ever wanted was one that you knew you couldn't hold very long
You're Sittin and a cryin like I'm the first one to go

Well You may have thirty lovers behind you
Well I can see you but I sure can't find you
It seems like you should have found your ownself by now
But late at night your old lovers tears they roll back
Faces in their drinks fingers in their back
Voices of a memory cryin out loud

Oh what a joyous sight to see you in your sleep
Hey I believe I'm leavin I'm in too deep
But that seems easy enough for a man to say
But we could never agree if we talked all night
Things are getting kind of heavy I'm travelin light
Good-bye you jaded you undercover queen for a day

... Think about it darlin…

 

Belly up to the Bar - Eddie Garr, Johnny Regan vocals

(Chorus)
I think I'll belly up to the bar and pour myself a drink
I think I'll get so goddamned drunk that I can't hardly think
Probably end up the night my face turned to the floor
Pick myself up to my knees and crawl right out the door

Some people live for God I think I'll live for gin
Sunday when I go to church they won't let me in
I think that my religion
is cultured in a bar
Monday morning rolls around
and I'm a seein stars

Monday the collectors are busy on the phone
Tryin to find out a way to take everything I own
My mother-in-law and my father-in-law
want to reposes my wife
I've got seven hundred assholes
who just want to wreck my life

 

Delores (Drives for Daddy) - Buck, Carol, & Garret Buchanan - Buck Buchanan vocals
Delores was daddy's little angel
She was raised in a cab-over White
If daddy hadn't backed over mommy
Everything might have been alright
They just rolled down the highway together
She learned to read from the interstate signs
He did all he could yeah he taught her good
How to keep the rig between them line

(Chorus)
Delores dirves for daddy
its been that way for years
Eighteen wheels truckstop meals
double clutchin all them gears
Delores dirves for daddy
From the rockies to the rio grande
She's haulin freight she's never late
She's twice as good as any man

Delores wore a frosted beehive
Since nineteen seventy two
She's got a little red heart on her shoulder
That says "daddy I love you"
there's a gold ring on her finger
But it ain't no wedding band
Ah Delores drives for daddy
There's never been another man


When I first saw delores
I was windin up the lost trail grade
I hadn't shifted down into granny
I thought I had it made
I saw a pink jimmy in my rearview
Her chrome stacks were on fire
She passed me son like she was shot from a gun
And there's a rock underneath my tires

 

Honky Tonk Music - George Hawke, Russ Olsen vocals

Every night I play the places,
Neon lights and smilin faces.
People laugh and talk away the evenin while I play.
Ask myself why do I do it
Guess there must be somethin to it
Getting paid for doin somethin I'd be doin anyway.

(Chorus)
I just play that honky tonk music
That's the kind I like to play
Just play that honky tonk music
That's the kind I like to play
And honky tonk music is what I play

Wish that I could have a dollar
For every drunk that I heard holler
Every barroom brawler I seen just sleepin off his fight
All the stories I've been told
Guess I'd have me a pot of gold
Even if half the stories told had turned out to be right

Seen a lot of women get lied to
And sometimes I've even tried to
When the night was getting late
and those ladies they looked so good
I been in bars I didn't care for
asked myself what I was there for
All in all I wouldn't change things even if I could

 

Hey Good Lookin' - Hank Williams, additional lyrics by Johnny Regan, Johnny Regan vocals

Hey hey good lookin what ya got cookin?
I said how's about cookin somethin up with me?
Hey hey sweet baby,
Don'tcha think maybe
We could cook us up a brand new reciepe

I got a hotrod chevy that can't be beat
I got a little bit of weed hid under the seat
Pocket full of money burnin hole in my jeans
If you wanna have fun come and go with meHey hey good lookin whatch ya got cookin?
We could find ourselves some brand new company

I gotta place in the country thatcha gotta see
I got Indoor plumbin and a color TV
Nobody there but the ewe and me
the chickens and the pigs and the birds and the bees

Hey hey good lookin whatch ya got cookin?
I said How's about cookin somethin up with me
How's about cookin somethin up with me

 

Your Cheatin' Heart (Stays on the Jukebox) - Buck Buchanan & Kenny Williams, Buck Buchanan vocals

"Your cheatin heart" stays on the jukebox
In all them dim lit honky tonks and bars
Tears come down like fallin rain
Everybody knows the pain
That's why "Your cheatin heart" stays on the jukebox

Heartache songs will linger on where lonley people go
Misery loves company ah lord I should know
I always find such peace of mind
in a sad sad songs refrain
That's why Your cheatin heart stays on the jukebox

Let's raise a toast to all us folks who just can't say goodbye
And all the years and all those tears we watched other cry
our love can die forever
in that simple country song
That's why Your cheatin heart stays on the jukebox

 

Singin' the Blues - Gene L. Graham, Johnny Regan vocals
 

Well I never felt more like singin the blues
but I never thought I'd ever lose your love dear
Why'd you do me this way


Well I never felt more like cryin all night
But everything's wrong, nothin ain't right without you
You got me singin the blues

Moon and stars no longer shine
The dream is gone I thought was mine
Nothin left for me to do
But cry cry cry cry over you

Well I never felt more like runnin away
Why should I go well I couldn't stay without you
You got me singin the blues

 

The Best Place Won't Last - Buck Buchanan, Buck Buchanan vocals

Everybody's got a four wheel drive
a satellite dish outside
They"re eatin supper with a silver spoon
They take off in November show back up in June
Well it ain't the common man
who tried to make a livin from this land
He sold his grandma's farm
I'm sure he never thought it would do any harm


Now that they've got a piece of the pie
Their money's carvin up old Big Sky
There ain't no place for the buffalo
To thunder o're the prairie
Like they did long ago

What we need is wide open space
that never sees a land developers face
The earth can heal her wounds
Listen to a wolf a howlin at the moon
Ah I've heard 'em stand up and say
"You can't go back to yesterday"
You should keep this in mind
Here is the only home you'll ever find

 

Big Hat - Buck Buchanan, Buck Buchanan vocals, Mike Parsons fiddle

(chorus)
Big hat no cattle nice truck no horse
Clean boots no cowboy It's true of course
Big hat no cattle soft hands no ranch
You two-step well but that don't mean you have a chance

I was dancin with a cowgirl in a Dillon honky-tonk
Merle Haggard on the jukebox playin loud and soundin hot
My arm around her waist so I could hold her near
Her head on my shoulder she whispered in my ear

I sat down at her table I hoped to stay a while
Complimented her wardrobe said she had a lovely smile
She slid a little closer stared into my eyes
Then she told me what she'd learned by hangin 'round the guys

I knew that it was over before it had begun
Ah she was the gal for me but I was not the one
Some local in a gimme cap took her out the door
And she turned and smiled and said these words once more

 

A Suitcase and a Song (for Donna Jean) - Buck Buchanan, Buck Buchanan vocals

Her boy plays the guitar in a hillbilly band
She wanted some college for her fine young man
He's out on the highway a suitcase and song
And God knows a mother wonders where she went wrong

Just yesterday he was out in the yard
Sixguns and cowboy hat playin so hard
The afternoons just up and turned into years
Full of milestones and "welcome homes" and motherly tears

He still sees her face in the neon at night
And still hears her tell him son you know wrong from right
But miles on the bus and the smiles on the crowd
Has him searchin for somethin he ain't found 'til now

On the way to the next town a voice on the phone
Said "boy your mama's not well she needs you at home"
With a ticket and some money from the boys in the band
He went to see her to be there and do what he can

When he arrived at the room where she lay
He saw her at the back door like yesterday
Gone were the time lines and the gray from her hair
Just for an instant then realities there

She reached out she touched him she said "I love you" once more
I'm more proud of you now son than ever before
We've had our differences we've done things not fair
But when I really needed you I found you here
And God knows his mother and she's never done wrong

 

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