Last of the White Hot Rednecks

1) Walk Walk Walk Walk: Buck Buchanan

2) Jaded Lover: Chuck Pyle

3) Belly up to the Bar: Eddie Garr

4) Delores (Drives for Daddy): Buck, Carol, & Garret Buchanan

5) Honky Tonk Music: George Hawke

6) Hey Good Lookin': Hank Williams, additional lyrics by Johnny Regan

7) Hiccup Rag: Duke Sharp

8) Your Cheatin' Heart (Stays on the Jukebox): Buck Buchanan & Kenny Williams

9) Singin' the Blues: Gene L. Graham

10) The Best Place Won't Last: Buck Buchanan

11) Cry Cry Cry: Johnny Cash

12) Big Hat: Buck Buchanan

13) A Suitcase and a Song: Buck Buchanan

 

JADED LOVER
Chuck Pyle

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
CHOURS:
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…

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Belly Up
Eddy Garr

CHOURS:
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

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Delores (Drives for Daddy)
Buck Buchanan, Carol Buchanan, Garret Buchanan

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 lines
CHOURS:
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

 

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"Your Cheatin Heart" Stays on the Jukebox
Buck Buchanan & Kenny Williams

CHOURS:
"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

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SINGIN THE BLUES
Gene L. Graham

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

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The Best Place (Won't Last)
Buck Buchanan

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
CHOURS
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

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CRY CRY CRY
John R. Cash

Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down
I swear you only live to see the lights of town
I wasted my time when I would try try try
When the lights have lost their glow
You're gonna cry cry cry
I lie awake at night and wait 'till you come in
You stay a little while but then you're gone again
For every question that I ask I get a lie lie lie
For every lie you tell
you're gonna cry cry cry

CHOURS:
You're gonna cry cry cry
and you'll cry alone
When everyone's forgotten
and you're left all alone
You're gonna cry cry cry cry

Well see your sugardaddy's They'll all be gone
You'll wake up some cold day and find you're alone
You'll call my name but I'm gonna tell you BYE BYE BYE
When you turn to walk away you're gonna cry cry cry

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A Suitcase and Song
Buck Buchanan
(for Donna Jean)

CHOURS:
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
Ah But 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
Ah 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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