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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

 

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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