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Don't Care
04:25
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Water In My Whisky
04:52
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CHORUS:
I DON'T LIKE WATER IN MY WHISKEY
AND I DON'T LIKE TO GAMBLE 'CEPT FOR ROLLIN' THEM BONES
AND I DON'T LIKE THE WAY YOUR MAMA KEEPS LOOKIN' AT ME
AND I DON'T LIKE THAT GUN YOUR DADDY OWNS
WELL I TOOK YOU ON OUT TO THE RIVER
AND WE LAID THERE AND WATCHED THE SUN GO DOWN
AND DESPITE YOUR DADDY'S WARNING IT WAS FOUR IN THE MORNIN'
'FORE WE EVER EVEN STARTED BACK TO TOWN
(CHORUS)
WELL I GO TO YOUR HOUSE MOST EVERY EVENING
AND WHEN IT'S TIME TO GO YOU'RE BEGGING ME TO STAY
BUT IT'S GETTIN' LOTS TOUGHER SINCE I LOST MY MUFFLER
TO START UP MY OLD CAR AND SNEAK AWAY
(CHORUS)
WELL I'M THINKIN' 'BOUT LEAVIN' THIS COUNTRY
AND IF YOU WANT TO GIRL YOU SURE CAN COME ALONG
CAUSE I WAS LEAVIN' LAST NIGHT AND YOUR DADDY WAS CLEANIN' UP HIS SIGHTS
AND THE ANSWER TO ALL YOUR QUESTIONS ARE IN THIS SONG
(CHORUS)
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3. |
Thinkin'
04:15
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Tomorrow I might be in California, sittin' on the beach and drinkin' wine
Watch the sun go down across the water, close my eyes and slowly lose my mind
Chorus:
And you say that you are sorry and you say that love is blind
Honey I don’t think your love was true
And you say I’m gonna’ miss you and you’ll be there on my mind
But I don’t think I’ll be thinkin',
I don’t think I’ll be thinkin’,
I don’t think I’ll be thinkin’
About you
Tomorrow I might be in Oklahoma, hit the trails and sleep beneath the stars
Or I might slide on over to Chicago, listen to the blues bands in the bars
(Chorus)
Tomorrow I might be in my apartment, the one we shared together for a time
But where I am, it really doesn’t matter, 'cause I’ll go out, if only of my mind
(Chorus)
Tomorrow I might be in California...
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4. |
Ain't Got a Clue
03:24
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LAST NIGHT I FELL ASLEEP IN FRONT OF MY TV
AND I MUST HAVE BEEN DREAMIN' JUST TO SEE WHAT I DID SEE
THEY HAD ME UP ON TRIAL FOR ALL THE WORLD TO KNOW
THEY SAID THAT I HAD BROKE YOUR HEART WHEN I HAD LET YOU GO
CHORUS
WELL YOU WON'T SEE MY PICTURE ON NO POST OFFICE WALLS
AND YOU WON'T HEAR MY NAME IN YOUR POLICE DEPARTMENT HALLS
THERE AIN'T NO REWARD AND I AIN'T BEING HUNTED
THAT'S HOW IT IS WHEN YOU'RE AMERICA'S LEAST WANTED
THEN THEY HAD TO BREAK AWAY TO SHOW A COMING SCENE
SOME LATE BREAKING STORY ON SOME TABLOID MAGAZINE
THEY'D FOUND OUT WHO KILLED JFK AND SAID I'D BEST TAKE HEED
SPACE ALIENS HAD VERIFIED THAT ELVIS DID THE DEED
(CHORUS)
THEN AFTER THEIR COMMERCIALS TOLD ME JUST WHAT I SHOULD BUY
THERE YOU WERE AT MY TRIAL AND YOU SAID I'D MADE YOU CRY
BUT BEFORE I COULD DEFEND MYSELF AND CRY OUT, THAT'S NOT FAIR
THE JURY ALL JUST LAUGHED AT YOU AND SAID, WE JUST DON'T CARE
(FINAL CHORUS)
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Too Tall to be a Cowboy
02:56
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I CAME HERE THIS EVENING WITH SOME HARD TIME TO PASS
JUST TO DRINK ME SOME WHISKEY GET DRUNK ON MY -- STOOL
AND I SMILED AT THE WAITRESS WHO RETURNED A COLD STARE
AND THE WHISKEY JUST TOLD ME, NO, IT JUST ISN'T FAIR
CHORUS
AND I'LL TELL YOU BARTENDER, NO, IT JUST ISN'T FAIR
I'M TOO TALL TO BE A COWBOY AND TOO STONED TO CARE
AND I'LL TELL YOU BARTENDER, AS I FALL OFF MY CHAIR
I'M TOO TALL TO BE A COWBOY AND TOO STONED TO CARE
SO I'LL WAKE UP IN THE MORNING IN MY SPINNING BED
AND TAKE A COLD SHOWER TO CLEAR UP MY HEAD
BUT I'LL WONDER FOREVER WHY GET UP AT ALL
WHEN YOU CAN'T BE A COWBOY 'CAUSE YOU'RE JUST TOO DAMNED TALL
(CHORUS)
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6. |
Let Us In
04:57
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WELL IT WAS SATURDAY NIGHT AND WE WERE FEELIN' ALRIGHT
BUT WE WERE MOVIN' JUST A LITTLE SLOW
GOT OUR HEADS TOGETHER DECIDED TO HEAD ON DOWN TO THE SHOW
WELL WE RAN ON BACK TO THE BACK DOOR YOU KNOW THAT WE WERE RUNNIN' JUST A LITTLE BEHIND
BUT WHEN WE GOT THERE THE MAN AT THE DOOR
SAID, "YOU ALL GOT TO WAIT IN LINE"
("BUY A TICKET, SUCKER, WAIT IN LINE") OH NO
CHORUS:
LET US IN DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?
YOU GOT TO LET US IN WE'RE WITH THE BAND
LET US IN DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?
YOU GOT TO LET US IN WE'RE WITH THE BAND
WELL IT WAS SUNDAY MORN' AND WE WERE FEELIN' WORN
WE'RE GONNA' PARTY ALL AFTERNOON
SIT AROUND THAT SWIMMIN' POOL AND WE'LL ALL FEEL BETTER SOON
WELL WE PULLED ON UP TO THE MANSION YOU KNOW THAT WE WERE FLYIN' JUST A LITTLE BIT HIGH
BUT WHEN WE GOT THERE THE MAN AT THE DOOR
SAID, "CAN'T COME IN HERE WITHOUT A TIE" OH NO
(CHORUS)
WELL IT WAS WEDNESDAY MORN' AND WE WERE FEELIN' WORN
AND WE WERE MOVIN' JUST A LITTLE SLOW
HAD TO GET ON DOWN TO THE AIRPORT TO CATCH A PLANE TO KOKOMO
WELL WE CAUGHT THE FASTEST TAXI YOU KNOW THAT WE MADE IT THERE IN A BREEZE
BUT WHEN WE GOT THERE THE GIRL AT THE GATE
SAID, "CAN I SEE YOUR TICKETS PLEASE?" OH NO
(CHORUS)
(REPEAT VERSE 1 WITH ADD. LINE)
(REPEAT CHORUS)
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Frank Powell Normal, Illinois
Frank Powell is a singer-songwriter who has been performing for over thirty years, as a member of various bands, and as a
solo artist. His original songs have been recorded by numerous artists.
Frank is based in Central Illinois, and available for bookings throughout the US. He currently performs with the Third Street Strays.
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