Twanged If You Do...

 

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

 

 

 

The Lonesome Fugitive

Liz Anderson and Casey Anderson, Russ Olsen lead vocal

 

(Chorus)

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

 

(Chorus)

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

 

(Chorus)           

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

 

(Chorus)           

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

 

(Chorus)

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

 

(Chorus)

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

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(Chorus)           

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 all           

 

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"

 

(Chorus)

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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