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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
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© Buck Buchanan 2012
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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
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© 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