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When We Can Dance
Buck Buchanan - vocals, rhythm guitar and accordian
Marcus Engstrom - electric guitars
Michael Gillan - vocals and drums
Mark O'Boyle - steel guitar
Russ Olsen - vocals and bass guitar
Mike Parsons - vocals. mandolin and fiddle
Special appearance by Carol Buchanan - harmony vocals
I’m Blue, I’m Lonesome
The lonesome sound of a train goin' by
Makes me wanna stop and cry
I recall the day it took you away
I'm blue, I'm lonesome too
Well when I hear the whistle blow
I wanna pack my suitcase and go
The lonesome sound of a train goin' by
Makes me wanna stop and cry
In the still of the night, ‘neath the pale moonlight
The wind, it moans and sighs
These awful blues, I just can't lose
I'm blue, I'm lonesome too
Well when I hear that ol’ lonesome whistle blow
I wanna pack my suitcase and go
The lonesome sound of a train goin' by
Makes me wanna stop and cry
I'm blue, I'm lonesome too
- Hank Williams/Bill Monroe
When We Can Dance
When we can dance again and hang out with our friends
Do the things we did together now and then
Oh it will be so fine, spending our time
Leaving all our worries far behind
Right now it seems interrupted dreams
Haunt us night and day
Just hang on my friend, there will be an end
And you know we will dance again
When boots are on the floor, and no locks on the door
We’ll be together again
Then we will pass the time with such peace of mind
When all our friends can dance again
© Buck Buchanan
Fly
Hello not much to say
Nothin’s goin’ on, just another normal day
Sun is up, clouds are high
Breeze is blowin, things are gettin’ dry
Gotta get my old truck goin’
If I wanta get paid, I gotta start showin’ up
Hard to say where I’d be now
If I hadn’t listened to my heart
Hadn’t listened to my heart
Hadn’t listened to my heart
When it told me to fly
I’ll ask “what’s new”?
“How’re things goin’ since he walked out on you”?
I’ll bet your blue
Cried a million tears, burned a few bridges too
Gotta get your old heart goin’
Try and forget it, just start showin’ up
Hard to say where you’d be now
If you hadn’t listened to your heart
Hadn’t listened to your heart
Hadn’t listened to your heart
When it told you to fly
Hard to say where we’d be now
If we hadn’t listened to our heart
Hadn’t listened to our heart
Hadn’t listened to our heart
When it told us to fly © Buck Buchanan 2020
Crazy Wild Desire
I'm married to an angel who's heart is warm and true
Still I keep on doing these crazy things I do
I step around with others while my conscience burns like fire
How can I stop this crazy wild desire?
I know that she knows that's what hurts me most of all
To think that she still loves this fool who let's his morals fall
Lord give me strength before her patience tires
Please help me stop this crazy wild desire
I know that she knows that's what hurts me most of all
To think that she still loves this fool who let's his morals fall
Lord give me strength before her patience tires
Please help me stop this crazy wild desire
Yes I step around with others while her conscience burns like fire
How can I stop this crazy wild desire?
Mel Tillis/Webb Pierce
Refugee
I won’t live my life in fear, of “huddled masses” movin’ here,
“Tired and poor, just yearning to breathe free”
Chinese, Irish, Muslim, Jew, do not apply they don’t want you
Livin in “the Land of Liberty”, God have mercy on the refugee
All the lies that they tell, puts poison in the well
Citizens become the enemy
Chinese, Irish, Muslim, Jew, do not apply they don’t want you
Livin in “the Land of Liberty”, God have mercy on the refugee
They can’t go back they can’t go home
Nothin’s left there it’s all gone
Death and blood and pain and misery
God have mercy on the refugee
Now they’re gonna “build a wall”, protect ourselves from them all
No freedom in security
Spanish, Asian, Muslim, Jew, do not apply they don’t want you
Livin in “the Land of Liberty”, God have mercy on the refugee
See they can’t go back they can’t go home
Nothin’s left there it’s all gone
Little children cry in misery
God have mercy on the refugee
All your family history, is nothin’ next to Cherokee
Lakota, Cheyenne, Choctaw, or Hopi
Spanish, Asian, Muslim, Jew, we’re not like “them” we’re just like “you”
Livin in “the Land of Liberty”, God have mercy on the refugee
God have mercy on the refugee
God have mercy.
Buck Buchanan© 2017
Loves’ Burnin’ Flame
Baby no battle, Darlin’ no war
We ain’t got time for that anymore
Take the heartache and all of the pain
Turn em to ashes in loves burnin’ flame
Loves’ burnin’ flame, loves’ burnin’ flame
Turn em to ashes in loves’ burnin’ flame
I know you’ve cheated, you know I’ve lied
Both of us caused those tears we’ve cried
Take the anger, and all of the shame
Turn em to ashes in loves burnin’ flame
Ride over chorus
If there’s an ember from that old desire
Take that spark and with our hearts
Ignite a ragin’ fire
Loves’ burnin’ flame, loves’ burnin’ flame
Turn em to ashes in loves’ burnin’ flame
Turn em to ashes in loves’ burnin’ flame
© Buck Buchanan 2018
Leave This Town
Saw you at the laundromat, that was a while ago
Haven’t seen you fillin’ up your truck, at the Conoco
You ain’t been dancin’ in The Lariat
Where we used to hang around
Baby did you find a way to leave this town?
Didn’t make the rodeo, hadn’t missed a year
Thought the lights on the ferris wheel, would get you here
Then I remember the tears, dreams burnin’ down
Baby did you find a way to leave this town?
Outta here a rearview mirror is all you need to see
Your heart will forget him, it just never knew about me
When your eyes are dry and the dust has settled down
Baby could you find a way back to this town?
Ride over Chorus
Outta here a rearview mirror is all you need to see
Your heart will forget him, it just never knew about me
When your eyes are dry and the dust has settled down
Baby could you find a way back to this town?
Baby could you find a way back to this town?
Have no fear I’ll be right here, when you drive back into town
© Buck Buchanan
© Kostas
Que Paso
Hey, baby, que paso?
Thought I was your only vato
Hey, baby, que paso?
Please don't leave me de ese modo
Come on, baby, turn around
Let me see your pretty brown eyes
Don't you know that I love you?
Please don't leave me de ese modo
Hey, baby, que paso?
Thought I was your only vato
Hey, baby, que paso?
Won't you give me un beso?
Hey, baby, que paso?
Thought I was your only vato
Hey, baby, que paso?
Please don't leave me de ese mo
Come on, baby, turnaround
Let me show you how I feel
Don't you know that I love you
And me corazon is real?
Hey, baby, que paso?
Thought I was your only vato
Hey, baby, que paso?
Please don't leave me de ese mo
Hey, baby, que paso?
Thought I was your only vato
Hey, baby, que paso?
Please don't leave me de ese mo
Hey, baby, que paso?
Thought I was your only vato
Hey, baby, que paso?
Won't you give me un beso?
A Meyers/B Sheffield
Alibi Waltz
You’ve got a husband, I’ve got a wife
We promised to love for the rest of our life
A company party last April downtown
We crossed the line, now we’re slippin’ around
We’ll dance the alibi waltz
We can’t undo this no matter the cost
We’ll dance the alibi waltz
Yes we’ll dance the alibi waltz
You’re workin’ late, I’m seein’ a friend
I can’t for the life of me make this thing end
Tears of the children, are breakin’ my heart
We took their world, and tore it apart
We’ll dance the alibi waltz
We can’t undo this no matter the cost
We’ll dance the alibi waltz
Yes we’ll dance the alibi waltz
Ride over Verse
We’ll dance the alibi waltz
We can’t undo this no matter the cost
We’ll dance the alibi waltz
Yes we’ll dance the alibi waltz
© Buck Buchanan
Livin’ it Down
A full full confession, not just a reason to leave
A cruel cruel obsession, with the heart on my sleeve
Everybody knows what goes on in this town
I’m livin’ alone, and livin’ it down
Momma could have told me, about a girl like you
No no angel that’s for sure
Take a heart, burn it down
I’m livin’ alone and livin’ it down
Livin’ it down, layin low
Lickin’ my wounds, everybody knows
What goes on, in this little town
I’m livin’ alone and livin’ it down
On the outside, perfume and curls
There’s a heart of stone beatin’ deep inside that girl
Ride over Chorus
Livin’ it down, layin low
Lickin’ my wounds, everybody knows
What goes on, in this little town
I’m livin’ alone and livin’ it down
Buck Buchanan © 2019
You Don’t Love Me No More
Got some tears to cry, alone with the blues
Sittin’ on this barstool, drinkin” over you
Pieces of my heart scattered on the floor
I got some tears to cry, you don’t love me no more
There was a time, we’d do this town
Spendin’ our money, closin’ honky tonks down
Those days are done, baby we’re all through
Found out “true love” wasn’t so true
Ride over first half of chorus
Tried to break it to my heart, nothin’ left to break
You took it all pretty baby, nothin left to take
Pieces of my heart scattered on the floor
Got a few more tears to cry, you don’t love me no more
There was a time, we’d do this town
Spendin’ our money, closin’ honky tonks down
Those days are done, baby we’re all through
Found out “true love” wasn’t so true
Those days are done, baby we’re all through
Found out “true love” wasn’t so true
© Buck Buchanan
© Kostas
The Picture
Picture on a bedroom wall, piece of frozen time
Girl he should have married, ah but he left her behind
Sees the smilin’ face almost every day
Can’t believe he was the one who walked away
Still hears her cryin’ as he drove outta sight
She’d packed up his old guitar as the bar closed for the night
He took highway 44 and the dreams he had inside
Can’t forgive himself, he was the one who let love die
When you see him, you think you’d like to be him
Underneath neon lights, singin’ on a stage
You don’t see him, when the lights grow dim
Livin’ all alone without the girl from yesterday
Last time he heard about her, she was doin’ fine
Out in California, growin’ grapes and makin’ wine
A laughin little girl plays with her everyday
Can’t believe he was the one who walked away
When you see him, you think you’d like to be him
Underneath neon lights, singin’ on a stage
You don’t see him, when the lights grow dim
Livin’ all alone without the girl from yesterday
Cryin’ all night long, he was the one who walked away
© Buck Buchanan