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10000 Cars
03:21
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Ten-thousand cars on the highway
Don’t think I’ll ever make it home
Stop and go along the byways
Cars just inch their way along
Red lights flashing in the distance
Looks like there’s trouble up ahead
I had one chance and I missed it
I remember what you said
No one’s going anywhere
My way is blocked without a prayer
There’s a wreck out on the highway
Just can’t get there from here
You’ve been waiting for a while
I’ve been on this road too long
I’ve been driving, you’ve grown tired
I just hope you’re there when I get home
I’ve been on the wrong damned highway
One-way streets, torn up maps
I tried to get you to go my way
You were on a different path
No one’s going anywhere
My way is blocked without a prayer
There’s a wreck out on the highway
Just can’t get there from here
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2. |
Center Lanes
03:33
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The river runs outside of town
Through the brambles and the vines
The old home place has been torn down
I still go there time to time
We used to meet at the corner store
Sit in back and shuffle cards
The queen of hearts went out the door
The table sits out in the yard
It’s all changed. It’s not the same
It’s not the way it was before
Brand new names and center lanes
It’s not a small town anymore
I left home seven years ago
Pockets empty, dreams in sight
Headed outbound on a moonlit road
Playing tag with the streetlights
On a February night
Guess I’ll head on down the track
No sense putting up a fight
The old folks say you can’t go back
This time I think they might be right
It’s all changed. It’s not the same
It’s not the way it was before
Brand new names and center lanes
It’s not a small town anymore
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3. |
Hanging At Home Tonight
03:57
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Wondering what we should do, the night is young
Stay in tonight or head out to find some fun
But, the music that’s playing is making us feel alright
So, my baby and me are hanging at home tonight
We’re all by ourselves and having a party
When the music gets loud you know that we’ve started
Moving our feet to the rhythm of the radio
It’s our favorite song so turn up the volume
Sing along, slow dance the next one
Lock the front door because you know we’re staying at home
Dinner’s in the oven and it’s warm and cozy in here
My boots are in the corner and they’re going to stay right there
Hanging in the kitchen, everything’s looking fine
My baby and me are hanging at home tonight
We’re all by ourselves and having a party
When the music gets loud you know that we’ve started
Moving our feet to the rhythm of the radio
It’s our favorite song so turn up the volume
Sing along, slow dance the next one
Lock the front door because you know we’re staying at home
Tomorrow night we’ll head out on the town
But tonight we’re staying in, just hanging around
Down the hall, turn out all the lights
My baby and me are hanging at home tonight
We’re all by ourselves and having a party
When the music gets loud you know that we’ve started
Moving our feet to the rhythm of the radio
It’s our favorite song so turn up the volume
Sing along, slow dance the next one
Lock the front door because you know we’re staying at home
My baby and me are hanging at home tonight
Music is playing and it’s making us feel alright
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4. |
Montana Morning
04:05
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Montana Morning, here with you
The sun is up and shining through
Painting the hilltops in a golden hue
Montana Morning and I’m here with you
We’re gonna ride out on the range
Swaying in the saddle all our days
Then we’ll sing a song or two
Montana Morning, here with you
We’re gonna climb up to the top
Gaze at the sky and never stop
Until we catch that sunset view
Montana Morning here with you
Montana Morning, here with you
The sun is up and shining through
Painting the hilltops in a golden hue
Montana Morning and I’m here with you
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5. |
Never Trouble Trouble
03:32
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What on earth are you trying to do?
Never trouble trouble ‘til trouble troubles you
Leave it alone, you don’t want it anyway
Do you know what you really want?
You say you do, but then you don’t
You will and you won’t, you get in your own way
Don’t go looking for trouble
Don’t go ignoring all the warning signs
Get out on the double while there’s still time
You’re just asking for trouble
If you believe you have to cross that line
Don’t go thinking that this will work out fine
Don’t let yourself get all wound up
You’ll be fine with just a little luck
Give it time and let it fall in place
Sometimes you’ve got to just walk away
When trouble gets right in your face
Pass on by, it doesn’t matter anyway
Don’t go looking for trouble
Don’t go ignoring all the warning signs
Get out on the double while there’s still time
You’re just asking for trouble
If you believe you have to cross that line
Don’t go thinking that this will work out fine
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Old Shoes
03:20
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These old shoes, they do their talking
When they hit the road and start to walking
They don’t stray when there’s a need
But they don’t stay when it’s time to leave
Their soles are worn down paper thin
From heading out and back again
These old shoes been through the paces
They’ve carried me a thousand places
Down the road and back again
Up the steepest hill and then
Head right down the other side
Take one step then a little slide
Something’s telling me to head out once again
Seems I have to know what’s up around each bend
I get that ramblin’ feeling from my head down to my toes
There’s just no turning back once I’ve felt the pull of the road
These old shoes fit just right
They start each step with a little stride
They don’t get lost along the way
They always land in the right place
They always step from heel to toe
When they head on down the road
Something’s telling me to head out once again
Seems I have to know what’s up around each bend
I get that ramblin’ feeling from my head down to my toes
There’s just no turning back once I’ve felt the pull of the road
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7. |
Sticky
03:26
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Stuck to your fingers, can’t set it down
Glued to the screen, never glance around
Everybody’s chatting, but no one says a thing
Stuck on line and living in a dream
It’s sticky and you just can’t let it go
No end in sight, there might be more to show, if you just scroll
Stuck in cyber space – no way to escape
Keep scrolling down but there’s no bottom to the page
Finger interactions are a powerful distraction
To all the living going on outside
On line all day, let time slip away
Leave your troubles and the weary world behind
It’s sticky and you just can’t let it go
No end in sight, there might be more to show, if you just scroll
Stuck in cyber space – no way to escape
Keep scrolling down but there’s no bottom to the page
So, get back on the home page, give your thumbs a quick break
Take a breath and look out on the lawn
Try to wash the glue off, go out for a long walk
There are things in life you can’t find on your phone
It’s sticky and you just can’t let it go
No end in sight, there might be more to show, if you just scroll
Stuck in cyber space – no way to escape
Keep scrolling down but there’s no bottom to the page
Round and round just like a hamster in a cage
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8. |
This Old Guitar
04:26
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This old guitar got locked away
Laid aside, somehow misplaced
Forgotten in its tattered case
Where it waits for you to come and play
It needs a set of strings
It needs a set of fingers
To release the love that music brings
It wants you to remember
It wants you to take back
This old guitar
This old guitar waits patiently
To touch the sun and feel the breeze
Of fingers strummed across its face
And the comfort of a warm embrace
It needs a set of strings
It needs a set of fingers
To release the love that music brings
It wants you to remember
It wants you to take back
This old guitar
Minutes turn to hours
Hours turn to days
It calls your name out loud
And it just wants you to play
This old guitar
This old guitar just wants to sing
Wants to play, oh, how it wants to ring
And let the unsung melodies escape
From this dusty old forgotten case
It needs a set of strings
It needs a set of fingers
To release the love that music brings
It wants you to remember
It just wants to be held
It wants to feel your beating heart
It wants you to take back
This old guitar
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9. |
Too Many Irons
05:06
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It’s gonna take a month of Sundays to dig myself out of this hole
Just keeps growing deeper with every shovel full
Starting to cave in – my life’s out of control
I’m gonna need a month of Sundays and a pocket full of grace
Feels like every day’s a Monday, I keep working like a slave
Wait all week for Friday, seems like forever and a day
I’ve got too many irons in the fire
Too many fish on the line
Too many times I try to finish what I start
But I keep running out of time
Well, you know, my baby tells me to take her on the town
Head out for some night life when the weekend rolls around
I’ll be serving up the blues if I let my baby down
But I spent my last paycheck, and I don’t know what I’ll do
My pocket’s empty and I’ve got no good excuse
Here comes my baby and I’m feeling like a fool
I’ve got too many irons in the fire
Too many fish on the line
Too many times I try to finish what I start
But I keep running out of time
I know my baby loves me, I know I let her down
I’ve got to come up with some money before the weekend rolls around
Or I’ll be on my own when my baby’s on the town
I’ve got too many irons in the fire
Too many fish on the line
Too many times I try to finish what I start
But I keep running out of time
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