The Latest Twang
Buck Buchanan - vocals and rhythm guitar
Marcus Engstrom - electric guitars
Michael Gillan - drums
Russ Olsen - vocals and bass guitar
Mike Parsons - vocals and fiddle
Special appearance by Carol Buchanan - harmony vocals

The Latest Thing 

It came outta Nashville Tennessee

Didn’t know just what it was

Knew what it was supposed to be

Topped off with a plastic hat for all the world to see

Something changed, something strange

A new reality

 

            They don’t sing like Hank

            They don’t pick like Merle

            Just the latest thing

            To rock the country world

            They don’t lay down them shuffles

            They don’t make them guitars twang

            Just the latest thing

            To rock the country world

 

Turn on country radio today

If you ain’t drivin’ close your eyes

Listen what they say

They ain’t got “the old flame”

They ain’t got “the pain”

Missed the boat that’s all she wrote

Circlin’ the drain

 

© Buck Buchanan Marcus Engstrom 2017

 

Trailer Park 

Get on back to the Trailer Park take your box of wine

Tears tell on my broken heart baby my mind is fine

Searchin for something I ain’t about to give

Fryin pan to the fire ain’t no way to live

 

You drive that El Camino like you’re sent from up above

Last thing I’m lookin’ for: Hillbilly love

Don’t want to hear Lynard Skinner playin “Sweet Home Alabam”

Get on back to the Trailer Park, who do you think I am?

 

      I don’t want to see your new tattoo            

                              Take the roses home with you            

                              You don’t drink my kind of beer            

                              Get on outta here            

 

Our recent break-up is all over town

Spreadin’ like wildfire we’re runnin’ round             

Don’t care what you think or what you do

Get on back to the Trailer Park babe it ain’t “me and you”

 

                                                                                                                        © Buck Buchanan  2014

 

High Heeled Gals 

See those high-heeled gals in lipstick

See them paintin’-up the town

Get out the way boy you ain’t hip

Can’t pick-up what they’re putting down

 

They arrive, it’s a limo

Velvet rope swings open wide

Have your people call their people

See if you can get inside

 

            Reelin in the evenin’. Give it all ya got.

            Such syncopated swingin. Play it loud play it hot.

 

I say you say you know Louie

You say Louie’s dead and gone

Cats keep swingin’, It’s a new day

And the beat keeps beatin’ on

 

Dizzy, Glenn, Bix, and Fletcher

Lionel, Sammy, Dean, and Frank

Blowin’ swingin’ stompin’ singin’

Take that money to the bank

 

               Chorus

 

Now those gals are on the dance-floor

Now they’re swayin’ with the beat

And the crowd yells for more

Everybody’s on their feet

 

Half past two still they’re goin’

Bet they don’t quit till four

Music’s hot ain’t no reason

Make you split for the door

 

               Chorus                                            

©  Buck Buchanan    2012

Black Cadillac

Ain’t no place for luggage on that black Cadillac

You can’t take it with you, no need to pack

Clean you up, comb your hair

Send you flowers, you don’t care

No place for luggage on that black Cadillac

 

You don’t need a road map you’re already there

You don’t eat deviled-eggs, Jesus couldn’t care

You don’t get a piece of pie

Don’t hear the ladies cry

No place for luggage on that black Cadillac

 

         Cadillac, midnight-black, shiny chrome            

         Headlights on, nobody home            

Cushioned ride, Dyna-Flo            

Hit the gas, there ya go            

 

You don’t need a number you don’t stand in line

You don’t need a wristwatch baby, you’ve got lots of time

No more trips around the sun

All through before you’re done

No place for luggage on that black Cadillac

 

                                                            © Buck Buchanan  2016   

 

 

Lookin' For Someone New

            I came here lookin’ for someone new

            To have a drink and dance a few

            Chase away these blues

            And do those things we used to do

            There ain’t no time to sit and cry

            It’s too late to say “good-bye”

            If it’s all the same to you

            I came here lookin’ for someone new

 

Was a time when night would find me sittin’ home with you

Hearts on fire, love so true

 

That all changed when it became a constant daily feud

Shame on me, shame on you

 

Dreams and glass break and shatter

When Passion’s fire no longer burns

We forgot what really matters

Time for Fate to take its’ turn

 

©     Buck Buchanan   Kenny Williams   2000

 

A Fool with a Girl on His Mind

Cowboys drink whisky, farmers drink beer

Sweet ladies, they drink the wine

No understandin’ why I’m settin’ here

A fool with a girl on his mind

 

               I should forget you cause each lonely night            

               Seems like it never ends            

               If I could see you, Id make things right            

I’d be in your sweet dreams again            

I’d hold you in my arms again            

 

Old flame burned out a long time ago

No embers, no smoke, and no fire

Still hear the slammin’ of my front door

Hear your Chevy a burnin’ its tires, a carload of my desires

 

                              When you hear me singin this song            

                              Somewhere on some radio            

                              There’s no doubt I’m singin to you girl            

                              Something I want you to know            

                              There ain’t no letting you go            

 

                                                                                                                        © Buck Buchanan   Kostas   2016

Walk Away With Me

Every now and then there’s an ache and pain 

A feelin’ deep inside burnin’ in my brain 

I wake up in the middle of the night, and think about you 

There’s a hole in my soul and an endless list 

Of things I didn’t say before you left 

The light at the end of the tunnel’s a south-bound train

 

             The rain in my heart is pourin’ down, down, down 

             I’ve been beat on cheated on dragged all around town 

             There’s a big ring around the moon tonight 

             Walk away with me

 

Days are short, snow is on the way 

Downtown the other day 

You were ridin’ in a Buick with a guy that used to be my friend 

The next thing I know it’s the Forth of July 

Talkin’ big talk about a knot you wanna tie 

I’m still crazy ‘bout you woman, make up your mind

 

             All those dreams would not be answered

             All that glittered was not gold

             All alone standin’ in the rain

             Teardrops fall constant pain

             I’m still crazy ‘bout you woman you’ll never be mine

 © Marcus Engstrom  Buck Buchanan   2014

 

 

Three Legged Dog 

My horse is named “Worthless”, my dog has three legs

Pickup is broke-down again.

If it weren’t for collectors who call on the phone

I’d think I don’t have no friends

 

               Those Hollywood cowboys you see on TV            

               Bear no resemblance to the life that I lead            

               Me and old Worthless dusk until dawn            

               The three legged dog comes a limpin’ along            

 

My house is a trailer parked outside of town

The wheels on ‘cause I move around

Me and the bankers always agree

Long as the payments come ‘round

 

               Tom Mix and John Wayne and Gene Autry            

               Bear no resemblance to cowboys like me            

               If I had a dollar for each loop I’ve thrown            

               Three legged dog have a ranch of his own            

 

Had lots of women, I don’t have one now

They say it’s a pattern you’ll see

They don’t like my horse or they don’t like my dog

Or maybe they just don’t like me

 

               Those singin’ cowboys at home on the range            

               Live in a world I find so strange            

               It’s me and old Worthless a day at a time            

               Three legged dog comes a limpin’ behind            

 

               Those Hollywood cowboys you see on TV            

               Bear no resemblance to the life that I lead            

               Me and old Worthless dusk until dawn            

               The three legged dog comes a limpin’ along           

 

               Like the three legged dog we go limpin’ along           

 

 

                                                                                                         © Buck Buchanan   2013

 

Ball and Chain 

You blame me for how you’re feelin’ now

You don’t know what you’re talking about

It’s a shame that some things never change

Love ain’t love with you, it’s a ball and chain

 

Who’s the biggest fool here, him or me?

He thinks you love him, but he just can’t see

The things we do and the games you like to play

Love ain’t love with you, it’s a ball and chain

 

            You’re tired of him, you’re usin’ me

            Can’t go on this way, what’s it gonna be?

            Three blind fools, standing in the rain

            Love ain’t love with you, it’s a ball and chain

 

            Find someone new, that’s what you do

            Now walk away, hear what I’ve gotta say

            Three blind fools, what a cryin shame

            Love ain’t love with you, it’s a ball and chain

 

            Three blind fools, standing in the rain

            Love ain’t love with you, it’s a ball and chain

            Love ain’t love with you, it’s a ball and chain

            Love ain’t love with you, it’s a ball and chain

 

 © Buck Buchanan   Kostas  2011

 

Jack Daniels

Jack Daniels, white crosses, and Pall Malls            

Pave the wide and winding road to Hell            

Despite my good intentions, some things I know too well            

Jack Daniels, white crosses, and Pall Malls            

 

Thirty years of playin one night stands

Singin in them loud “hillbilly bands”

Pack of smokes a brand new bottle

Brother Benny’s at the throttle

Goin nowhere fast as I can stand

 

Jack Daniels, white crosses, and Pall Malls            

Pave the wide and winding road to Hell            

Despite my good intentions, some things I know too well            

Jack Daniels, white crosses, and Pall Malls            

 

                    Weed and speed and whisky                  

                    A fast bus outta town                 

                    You know I know it’s risky                 

                    But I just can’t slow down                 

 

They all tell me “boy you best slow down”

“Satan’s waitin’, turn your life around”

“Hank and Lefty, even Elvis, livin’ proof that stuff’ll kill us”

But I can’t quit the old friends that I’ve found.

 

Jack Daniels, white crosses, and Pall Malls            

Pave the wide and winding road to Hell            

Despite my good intentions, some things I know too well            

Jack Daniels, white crosses, and Pall Malls            

Jack Daniels, white crosses, and Pall Malls            

                                                                      © Buck Buchanan   Kenny Williams  1996

 

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